"Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear."

[dapperdevious]

Who: Sebastian Smyth and Santana Lopez
What: Of fags and hags and BFFs
Where: Blaine and Puck's place, Miami
When: About three weeks after Kurt's admission to the clinic

It had been an intense as fuck few weeks, to say the least. Just as Sebastian and Jeremy arrived back from a few months in Paris, they landed into the shit-storm of Blaine and his other half. It had settled a little now, but Blaine hadn't come back from Jacksonville. He was still staying up there with Nick's folks and apparently visiting Kurt every single day, according to Puck. Sebastian and Jeremy had taken the trip up there a couple of times with Puck to see Blaine, and he was mostly in positive spirits. He said Kurt was still battling, but he had actually put on a little bit of weight over the last week, so things were looking up. It was still blowing Sebastian's mind that Blaine was even dating, let alone in something this serious and so invested in it. He was a better guy than Sebastian was.

This time, though, the twins stayed home. Jez had been up all night with food poisoning from a dodgy pizza, which taught him a lesson to order weird stuff no one else liked. He got his own chicken and pineapple one, while Puck and Sebastian stuck to all meat with anchovies. Jeremy hated seafood, but this time, that proved to be a downfall. They had been going to head up to Jacksonville again with Puck, but Puck ended up going on his own this time. And Jez was an entirely different source of worry for Sebastian, as the mess he nearly got himself overseas. He was too damn nice, and people continuously took advantage of that.

Sebastian was just sitting there flicking through the TV shows and having a cup of coffee while he once again tried to put some sense into the whole situation. It was seriously fucked. Surely it all had to get better soon? But what if Kurt never got better? Then what? The buzzer at the apartment door went and had Sebastian frowning up the hall. There was no one else around to get it. Or, at least, he knew if he didn't get it, Jeremy would drag himself out of his ball of misery to do it because he was, again, too nice not to. So Sebastian set his coffee down and got up to get the door.

Telling himself that he would flash his cock if it was salesman or Jehovah's Witness trying to save him from sin, he pulled the door open and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Fuck, a lesbian. Now I don't have an excuse to get my cock out."

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[have2justbeme]

It would never cease to catch Santana off guard sometimes just how quickly Sebastian could call her on her bullshit. He wasn't willing to let her think that he bought her crap, and as much as she wanted to be annoyed by it, she couldn't help appreciating the fact that he knew her that well. Friends in life came and went, but there was something special in the connection between a fag and his hag. Especially when said fag and hag were cut from the same cloth in so many ways. "You know you're an obnoxious bitch for being right, don't you?" she challenged, but the look on her face more than gave away how right he was. "Fine... Yes. I'm scared. Brittany was my best friend. And as... thick as she was sometimes... or usually... she and I had such a background together. We were so close that it was just easy being with her at first. Until we split. But... relationships are hard, babe. And fucking is easy. I'm... I'm happy for Kurt and Blaine, even if I'm worried. It sounds like a hell of a lot of drama for a first relationship. That's all."

Santana grinned back at Sebastian, rolling her eyes. "No... You definitely don't have that. And definitely don't want Meg Ryan up in this bitch. Britt tried to make me watch City of Angels once, and I fell asleep. But this is definitely not your average love story here. I don't know exactly how bad eating disorders get as far as the mind part of it. It's not exactly an area of expertise for me... But it sure seems like Kurt freaked out and threw Blaine under the bus once. That being said, though, if he's getting help, then maybe Blaine can help him through it. I really just don't know, though. I haven't talked to Kurt in ages. I used to despise him, but I think I'd actually like to see him now."

[dapperdevious]

Sebastian's eyes narrowed slight in concentration when he watched her reaction to his observation and he knew before she even spoke that he was right. He pointed between then both. "You and me, we're the same sort of people but the difference if you want to date. I don't. I've never met anyone who even comes close to me wanting to consider changing everything I'm comfortable with for them. You are. You want what Blaine's gone and got with Kurt, and there's probably a piece of you deep down inside that's jealous, especially considering you weren't Kurt's biggest fan. Now you're probably wondering when you can meet him again to see what it is that he has that you don't and how he got it and you can't figure it out without being scared or worried what it would mean if you did fall for someone. Maybe you should talk to Kurt and see what makes it all tick for him. It can't hurt, right? It might actually be sobering for you to see him like he is."

He shrugged. "Germ knows more about it than I do because he's a qualified psych. Not that this is his area of speciality, but he explained bits of it. Sounds like it gets bad. Kurt literally despises himself, thinks everyone else should too. It's a constant battle to better himself and stay in control, because if he loses control, he gets fat, and ugly, and weak, and stupid. At least, that's what his brain tells him. It's intense, and Puck said that whatever it is, Kurt's got it bad. He's been in a special clinic for weeks because physically couldn't eat he went so far with it. They're feeding him through a tube. I mean, that's eye-opening when you think about it. Imagine your brain going against your body? Makes me grateful I'm 100% healthy, can fuck who I want, and have a family who is safe."

[have2justbeme]

There was no doubt there for Santana that it was useless to try lying to Sebastian. It just was. He knew her probably better than anyone else ever had, which only made sense given their shared characteristics, and the fact that they had been friends the better part of forever. "I got kind of used to the casual sex scene," she admitted. "But it really hasn't ever been what I really wanted. But yeah... I won't lie and say that it doesn't have me thinking a little to know that our boy's in the land of serious relationships. Scary as fuck, because, I'm sure Kurt's a good guy these days, but that is a godawful amount of baggage for someone's first relationship, and especially somebody as tenderhearted as our hobbit king. I guess it couldn't hurt to talk to him. Besides, if he's going to be with our boy, I'd like to know the kind of dude he is now."

"That sounds... ridiculously fucked up. I mean, I never knew much about psychological diseases, other than dating someone who still believed in Santa Claus at seventeen years old. But that wasn't really hurting her... Just kind of... Abnormal at her age. But I've never really known anybody with an eating disorder or any other form of self harm involved. I don't even really understand the concept. I mean, yeah, when we were in high school and cheering, of course there were times we didn't eat well, or skipped a meal to get into our uniforms if something happened to make us put on a little weight, but nothing to that extent. It's fucking awful to even think about."

[dapperdevious]

"Alright, so... what is it you're looking for in a chick besides tits and pussy?" Sebastian asked for the sake of conversation. They hadn't actually sat down in person and spoke about stuff in a long time because they hadn't seen each other in person in ages with him and Jeremy being overseas. He personally would never see the appeal of any sort of sex without a dick involved, and preferably two, but they had been close friends for ages now and were united in the homosexual front. He always talked to her about lesbian shit if she wanted to talk about it, that just didn't mean he wouldn't mock it. She knew he did, and it was just more affectionate between them now than anything. They both gave as good as they got. "You've gotta have some sort of idea. Most people have a type for sex, so it goes without saying you would have one for dating too. Or can't you see beyond the blonde bimbo type that you need to babysit? You're better than that, babe. You need a chick to challenge you both in the sack and out of it. Does Kurt have any spare hags lying around who like a bit of carpet munching?"

He just had to nod, nose scrunching a little with distaste, but because he couldn't fathom making himself barf on the regular. He was tall and never had any extra weight, but from the sounds of it, Kurt was even skinnier than him these days but still thought he was fat. "Blaine said Kurt had it back in school, something to do with how he managed to get on top of the ladder with the cheerleading. Maybe if you had known about it back then, you could have been his co-captain and not Blondie. You always had a way better ass than her anyway. That's beside the point here, though. The thing is, Kurt's sick and whether we think it's a good idea or not, Blaine wants to look after him. He's fallen hard, and we gotta support him with it. Just, when you do go see the dude, be prepared that it could be confronting. Puck said Kurt looks pretty bad right now. Just be grateful you weren't the homosexual who suffered badly enough into a self-harming psychological condition? You figured it out, but now you just gotta find a bit of regular T&A because I know deep that, that's what you really want."

[have2justbeme]

Santana pondered that question over for a moment or two. The fact was, she really hadn't thought that much about what she wanted in terms of a long term partner. She knew what kind of girl she liked to fuck, but that was all very much superficial and had nothing to do with whether or not she could see herself in it for the long run with a woman. With a little smirk, she turned to Sebastian with her eyebrows raised in amusement. "Do you really want to know?" she asked jokingly. It was true, though. There was no other lesbian in the world that Sebastian would actually concern himself with on that level, and he was definitely Santana's number one gay. "No... No, I'm well past wanting to date someone that needs another parent more than they need a damn other half. I'm looking for somebody that's more on my level... Hot, fun to hang out with... Somebody who can more than keep up with me. It needs to be a team effort, you know? I don't want to date someone who's way behind me or way ahead of me, either."

"That doesn't surprise me, if I'm honest," Santana replied. "He was always so... so driven and controlled. He had to have all his ducks in a row all the time, and I guess that's a lot of the way this illness works. I never bothered getting to know him back then, though. I always just hated that he'd taken what I thought was rightfully mine." She grinned at him in amusement. "Well, honey, there's never been a question that my ass was way better than Quinn's, but thanks for the reminder. But you're right. I just... I worry about him. But I guess if we think we've got a shot in hell of changing something, we're barking up the wrong tree. It's all about standing by him now. He's in a hell of a situation. But yeah... Thank God I didn't go down that road. It would've been way too much for me. No fucking way I could've handled it." She gave Sebastian a firm nod at that. "Damn right I do... It's just nice knowing that you've got somebody there for you when you have a hard day and all that shit, you know? I guess you don't really know, though." There was a light laugh then. "You're a big fan of your manslut ways."

[dapperdevious]

Sebastian shrugged, though he was still giving her his patented smirk that, when his twin tried it, only generally made him look constipated. "Hey, I'm bored. Let's just go with you filling me in for the sake of my entertainment." Generally he wouldn't give a flying fuck about lesbian romance, but Santana was one of his closest friends and she knew deep down, despite his banter and bitchiness, he cared about her and would probably kill for her to protect her. There was nothing conventional about their relationship, nor would they want it to be, but it worked for them and they knew they had each other's back where it most counted. In that sense, it was weird they hadn't spoken face-to-face in such a long time because but they weren't the sort to write desperately long emails to keep in touch every day either. It was one of those friendships that just picked up where it left off when they met up again, and it worked for them. Fuck the rest of the world, which was basically their attitude to most things and why they were such a dynamic duo when push came to shove. Pushing and shoving really not out of the question either. If they had both been straight, they would have had a hellishly kinky sex life, to say the least. "So, what? Lesbians aren't team players. You're fucking hot. What's got you so crippled fighting a chick to match that? It's not like you have some fucked in the head list of pros and cons some chick needs to slot right into. Or are you scared you'll try and fail?"

"Well, looks like his ducks turned rabid and bit him in the ass along the way. I can't profess to get it, but I know when I accidentally implied Kurt could just stop it, Blaine nearly tore my fucking balls off to choke me with them and Germ gave me a bitchpls look I was epically proud of. There's just that stigma attached to it... until you're in the thick of it and see the results with your own eyes and realise it's fucking serious shit. It's pretty much long-term attempted suicide and that's pretty disturbing. Either way, if you're going to be sticking around here like I am, Blaine will bite at your ankles until they bleed and back you into a corner until you swear with blood from your own dick that you will support him with Kurt. So, that means figuring out how to like the guy and not let past rivalries get in the way. And as much as I love you, babe, Blaine's my brother. I'm sort of forced to take his side first if you guys go at it all Mexican stand-off like. Honey, I'll never not be a fucking manslut. Emphasis on the fucking. I don't do relationships."

[have2justbeme]

There was a smirk on Santana's face, too, as she looked right back at Seb. "You need lesbians for entertainment? You really are slipping, babe... What's it been, like eight hours since the last time you had your cock sucked? I mean, there's always Queer as Folk or some other show with hot fags doing fag things, right?" She was only teasing, though. She knew that even in the aforementioned Queer as Folk, the lesbian story lines bored him to tears... or more like bored him to the point of making his own commentary that usually had Santana having to pour every ounce of focus into not giving him the chance to see her laugh hysterically at it. But she also knew that her life wasn't TV, and while he had no fucks to give about lesbians in general, she was a special case... She was his dyke, and he was her fag. That was just all there was to it. She laughed, leaning back more lazily in her seat, one leg crossed over the other as she thought it over for a moment. "Well, I guess you're right there. It's not like I don't have a hell of a lot to offer a girl. You know, as long as they don't mind fake tits. Hey, I'm not scared!" she protested, but the look on Seb's face told her loud and clear how much he believed that particular announcement.

"Seriously?" she asked, eyerolling him like a boss. "Seb, my career has nothing whatsoever to do with eating disorders, but even I know you don't just stop it. It's a part of you. It's a disease, not just some choice people make. I mean, there has to be something in your mind that just... changes you... fucks with your head to make you actually want to put your fingers down your throat, or make yourself shit everything you eat. It's horrible to imagine, but he's having to deal with it. And maybe if Blaine can help him through it, it really will be a good thing for both of them. But no... I won't fight Blaine on this. Besides, it would piss me off that you took his side if we were fighting, and then there'd be epic fag/hag fail going on, and just... Nobody wants that, do they? It just isn't any fucking fun. So fuck that. We'll just stand by him like we're supposed to as his friends, and move on with him." There was a moment when she just stopped and looked Seb over with a shake of her head. "Yeah, you were kinda made to be a manslut. Look at you? I mean, even your face screams, 'You've got 206 bones in your body, do you want one more?' Which it somehow doesn't do on Germ... Still haven't quite worked that one out in my head."

[dapperdevious]

"Well, what are my other options? A twin who is like a grandpa in the yay fun stakes most days, a brother who is cock-at-the-ready 24/7 for a dude who rams his fingers down his throat like a hobby, a cop who is drool-only for tits and pussy, or a blond due with Bieber hair bending over for Italian enemies in elevators. As much as it pains me to admit, you're it. So, entertain me. I can't promise I won't get bored off my knob, but you have my undivided attention right now. Of course I'm fucking slipping, but beggars can't be choosers and all that metaphorical crapshit. Please. Queer as Folk? I get more than Brian Kinney, I don't need to watch him for ideas. Plus, Justin reminds me too much of Jeff and it's a whole creepy-as-fuck dejavu thing that happens in my head. I'm moving on up to brunettes, so if you know any with awesome cocks, send them my way. You know what? I'm going to have a beer. Want one? I think you're going to need it when you finally stop being deluded about the fact you're scared to commit to tit."

He shrugged indifferently as he got up off the sofa to seek out the beer. "It's not my fucking career either unless the dude murders someone in the process. We don't actually end up in court for murdering yourself, though. That's Germ's forte. He's the sympathetic one. I can be sympathetic if it wins me the case. But I learnt my lesson. I backed off and shut up because I don't know anything about it. I just don't want Blaine to get more hurt than he has been. And trust me, he was seriously fucking hurt when he found Kurt in the middle of an induced spew and then split up with him in an epic bloody mess. It's why we're here. We were supposed to stop off home in New York for awhile, but we came right here. Dad and Wendy are coming own to visit us soon. They want to meet Kurt." He snorted in amusement. "Germ failboats pulling, but when he does, he's skilled enough. He seems to nab a lot of hot chicks, so he can't be doing much wrong."

[have2justbeme]

"You have a point. Damn your pickings are slim these days. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. But you're right on the whole Justin/Jeff thing. I always thought that. Way too blonde. Seriously, no offense, but has Jeff had a different haircut like... ever? I swear that was the same damn look he had when we competed against you guys that first time at Sectionals, and that was when Bieber hair was actually sort of popular. That's been how long ago now?" She snorted, shaking her head. "He must be a decent lay at least. But yeah... Hot brunette sounds like a winner to me, though. If I come across any, I'll send them your way, although I can't promise anything about their cocks. You'll have to figure that part out on your own. My good cock radar has waned in recent years. Sorry to disappoint. But I'll send you hot ones, just the same. If the cocks are fail, you can bitch me out over it later. I'll even try to pretend like I care." She winked at him in amusement before giving him a firm nod. "Fuck yeah, I want a beer. And I'm not scared. I just... haven't done it in a long time, that's all."

"Yeah, kinda hard to show up for a court date from six feet under anyway. Not a good look for anybody. But yeah... I think Blaine's going to throw himself into this whole thing... or already has... and there's really nothing much you can do about it at this point but just roll with it. Puck talked to me a little about it, too. He said you guys are all worried, because Blaine's gone headfirst into this thing, and there's no backing out of it as far as he's concerned. Awww, man. I haven't seen your folks in ages. It'll be good to see them." She laughed a little at that and gave Seb a wink. "Hey, if he's identical to you, he's got to have it where it counts on some level, doesn't he? If only in the epic cock department." It wasn't as if Santana hadn't seen Seb naked. They'd shared living space before, for one reason or another. And seeing Seb naked was pretty much a fact of life if you shared a living area with him for any amount of time, even if only a few days. He simply had no shame about the matter. And seeing Seb naked meant seeing Germ naked, too. It was just kind of how it went with identical twins, even if Germ was actually very modest and reserved about showing off his body. "I wouldn't underestimate his skills... He does have the Smyth genes."

[dapperdevious]

Sebastian held his beer up in a mock toast. "You're fucking telling me. If I went to New York, I might actually have an interesting social life. I just fucking hate surfers, so it's slim pickings here. Not through lack of trying before I buy, though. I just never buy. At least French dudes knew all the interesting ways to utilise their tongue. I miss a fucking good rim job. It's been so freaking long since I had a satisfying one," he decided with a dramatic sigh, letting his head fall back as he took a swig of the beer. "Really don't give a flying fuck about Jeff's hair, either. Just so long as I can hold onto it when he's blowing me, I could give a rip if it's blond or neon purple. Although, even that would probably be a step up from Bieber hair. Not that it matters anyway. Jeff and me are pretty much done on the FWB thing. I wanted to quit it before it got weird, and as soon as he dropped trou for Nick, it definitely got weird. I should try pursuing Mike Chang again now he's fabulously single," he said with a wicked smirk. It wasn't that much of a bad idea, if he did say so himself. "I'm not going to wait around for you. You probably don't even know any hot dick. You would be too busy looking to see if they had tits. Maybe you should look on the more butch from for awhile. Skinny blond chicks really don't seem like your style. At least, not unless they have more between their legs than they do between their ears."

"He already did. Head-first. He's talking moving in with Kurt and everything, but I don't know how Kurt feels about it all. I guess the jury is still well out on all of that. The thing with Blainers is that we've never been able to tell him what to do. He functions on Blainers Rulebook of Life that no one else has a copy of and if he gets his mind set on something, his mind is set. No amount of reasoning or trying to tell him he's wrong will work. Even coming here to Miami in the first place. Dad and Wendy just didn't think it would be the best route because it's a pretty unique sort of place. The college course he wanted was here, and once the idea was in his mind, that was it. I'm pretty sure that was why Puck ultimate chose here to enter the force. At least that way, he could keep an eye on Blaine. Now we have Germ saying all the airy fairy shit about Miami being where Blaine was meant to be because Kurt was here and blah, blah, fucking blah. I don't know how we were made from the same genetic cell. Romance. Pfft," he scoffed with a shake of his head.