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