“Yeah.” Sebastian smiled, really hoping she had. He glanced over at Blaine when he spoke again, pausing when he wanted to. “I suppose it is pretty. Prettier than Lima, that’s for sure.” Sebastian grinned. He kissed Blaine right back, hand pausing on Blaine’s back to pull him close. He pulled back and smiled at Blaine, “I love you.”
They finally~ reached Sebastian’s mom’s house [which is probably something like this], he was worried that she wouldn’t answer the door. God it was awful. He glanced over at Blaine taking a deep breath before he walked up the few little steps and knocked on the door. Blaine had spoken to his mother before, but meeting her was different. She was quite a bit more stand-offish than his father was. Her new husband was even more so. To Sebastian’s relief — he physically relaxed and sighed heavily, she did answer the door. She was smiling, surprisingly enough, a very similar smile to Sebastian’s.
“Entrer, s’il vous plaît. Come in, please.” She said, beckoning the two of them inside. When they stepped inside it did smell like bread and Sebastian couldn’t have been happier. His chest was all swelled up with nerves, because he might have done things in order to gain his father’s attention, but his father gave it to him at least twice as much as his mother did. He wanted nothing more than to please her. “Mère, this is Blaine, my boyfriend. Mon copain.” He watched her expression, noting when she smiled a little and leaned in to kiss both of Blaine’s cheeks like French people do ~ “It is nice to meet you, Blaine. Drop off your bags and come to the kitchen. I made lunch early.” She had a heavy accent, but was pretty fluent in English, having lived in America for those few years. Sebastian nodded, trying to swallow back his nerves. He didn’t see her husband anywhere and hoped he wasn’t in the kitchen.
“I love you, too,” Blaine said, smiling at him. “More than anything.” He said softly. Blaine walked along with him, looking in awe at the house. It was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. Blaine noted his boyfriend’s nervousness. “It’ll be okay,” he assured him softly, squeezing his hand and hoping that she would answer the door, not sure if he would be capable of making Sebastian feel better at that. He smiled when she did, noting Sebastian’s instant relief. Good. That was one less thing to worry about.
Blaine blinked cluelessly at the French, hoping it was a translation she spoke afterwards, Blaine offering a large smile to his mother. He followed Sebastian in. The smell of bread hit Blaine hard, but he grinned, because Sebastian had been right. It was silly to make such a big deal out of bread, but he was excited to try it. French people so far were extremely awesome. Blaine stands next to Sebastian, scanning his surroundings. When his name was mention, he looked up, smiling his bright smile again. The smile widened at the greeting, a small blush coming over him. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” he said, the thick accent making her seem all the more adorable. He looks to Sebastian, following him and dropping his bag off wherever, pausing him before they went to the kitchen.
Cupping Sebastian’s face, he moves onto his tip toes, looking at him seriously, “Breathe. Calm. No need to be so tense, love.” He said softly, kissing him gently.
I suppose arguing does me no good.
Of course it doesn’t. I’m alwayys right.
Train, like a metro or subway train, not like a train-train. Just to clarify. c: Sara gets really excited about subways/metros, idk why they’re called different things in different places, that makes things confusing. Sebastian probably rambled about that as well. He knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t stop because he wanted everything to be perfect. He was nervous. But that was obvious.
He smiled over at Blaine, glancing down at Blaine’s hand running along his arm. “You’re welcome, babe. I just can’t wait to show you everything.” He said with a little sigh. He was fidgeting in his seat, glancing at every stop even though he knew exactly which one they were going to. They switched trains once, and then there were two stops and they arrived. Sebastian took a deep breath as they stepped out onto the platform. He lead Blaine up to the street, in which direction they needed to go. “Just about a block.” He said, “Which really isn’t that long. I bet my mom baked bread.” He went on, grinning a little. The place was gorgeous, Sebastian was just used to it.They were eventually walking along-side a river, beside cute little square buildings that were smushed together lined the streets. There was a lot of greenery for the city, cute little cafes and shops lining the other side of the river. [A picture in enclosed because I’ve really looked into this wow. They’re not exactly there but that’s near where his mom lives. Though they could probably see the church/abbey thing in the background.]
Blaine still hadn’t ever ridden on one before. Growing up in Ohio, there was never a need, and he was probably too scared to do it in New York when he visited, most likely sticking close to home base and faring with cabs, so nyeh your face. Sara is adorable. Blaine didn’t mind the rambling, just enjoying the way his boyfriend rambled, and how excited he sounded, and how cute it was that he was genuinely happy somewhere. It was a new side of Sebastian that Blaine was honored to have the pleasure of seeing.
“We have tiime,” he murmurs softly, voice trying to reassure him that they’d see as much as they could. “You’ll show me everything there is to see, and I’ll love every moment with you.” He said, smiling at him. When Sebastian started physically fidgeting, he tried to calm him down by rubbing his inner thigh, not trying to be dirty on a subway, just trying to calm him down a little. The ride was a long one, and Blaine spent the entire duration snuggling into his side, listening to him ramble and sharing some excitement of his own, perhaps a kiss or two as well, Blaine becoming a little more relaxed to the new surroundings. Until they got off, again, the foreign land setting in uncomfortably. He shifts on his feet, following Sebastian as the excite starts to seep into him once more. “Like… homemade bread like you said?” He asked, grinning at him. He let his eyes move around the surroundings, familiarizing himself with the scenary so he could take note of where he was. Blaine wasn’t used to the beauty, and looked around in awe. “Everything here is so pretty,” he murmurs, pausing their movements for a moment to take it in. He looks up at Sebastian, leaning up on his tip toes and pressing their lips together for a long moment, trying to express how grateful he was, and how much he adored his boyfriend right now in one kiss.
Sebastian was used to the long plane rides, the crowds, the different language, all the things that came with traveling to and being in Paris. He knew that Blaine wasn’t though, and he wanted to make sure that Blaine was comfortable, felt safe, and well, he could already tell that Blaine was excited and having a good time, even though Sebastian wanted to sleep and Blaine seemed to be too excited to do so. So he kept Blaine’s hand in his as much as possible, tried to tell him good, calming things. He thought that Blaine was adorable.
Once he plane had landed, and they were out in the airport, he felt Blaine’s nervousness in the clinging of his hand. He smiled and squeezed Blaine’s hand back. He pulled Blaine over to the side, and leaned close to him. “We’re going to get our luggage, just hold my hand and we’ll stay together.” Sebastian did as promised, holding tight onto Blaine’s hand as they came to the luggage area. He grabbed their bags, kept tight on Blaine’s hand as they headed out of the airport. “We’re going to go down the road just a little way. We ride the metro to get to my mom’s. The stop is called Saint Germain, on the 4th line. We have to switch trains only one time. From yellow to pink. It sounds complicated, but it’s not.” He tried to explain, because Sara may have looked all this up and wanted to talk about it. “Here.” He handed Blaine a map of the metro that he grabbed from one of the little stands on the way out of the airport or something. He pointed out where they were going on the train to Blaine.
He lead him to the metro area and took him down to get on the train. “We’re not going far.” He said, mostly talking because that’s what he did when he was nervous. He went on about how they would be traveling on the metro a lot. He went on to say that the metro was probably the weirdest smelling place they would be, cause he knew Blaine was concerned about that, that they were on a safe line, but line 1 could be a little more full of pickpockets and stuff because it was where all the touristy stuff was. He also went on about this was a good way to find each other if Blaine got lost. Then he went on to tell Blaine not to worry though because it wasn’t likely anything bad would happen. “I’m sorry, I’m just rambling.” He grinned sheepishly, giving Blaine’s hand a squeeze. “My mom lives in a really cool place. There’s a lot of snobs, but also a lot of… free-lovers, I guess.” He rambled on about the neighborhood for awhile too.
It was as though the change of continents had ignited something entirely different in Sebastian. He rambled a lot, and it was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. He kept their hands together super tight, ignoring it if one of their hands got sweaty as they made their way from point A to point B. He didn’t understand much about the ride they were going to take, confused about the lines. It didn’t make sense to him, but he decided that Sebastian was rambly as it is, so he just plastered on a big smile and nodded his head, pretending to understand. It was his first time on a real train, the experience being pleasant and weird, and he wasn’t going to complain. Staying as close to his boyfriend as he could at all times, he paid close attention to his rambles, trying not to worry too much about any weird smells. It was just different, he’d adjust.
Listening to the rambling was probably one of the plus sides to the entire ordeal. Sebastian was happy, and it was cute, and Blaine offered his input the best he could, “It’ll be great withthe snobs.” He said, returning the squeeze with a soft smile. He settled back, resting his head on his shoulder whilst on the train, Shannon thinks, a bit confused herself. Looking at their joint hands, Blaine runs a hand along his arm, listening to the sound of Sebastian’s voice and happily taking in every word he said, waiting until he was done to look up at him. “Thank you for bringing me.”
There was a lot of anticipation built up in regards to the trip. There were lots of nights where Blaine just stayed up curled into Sebastian’s side right before falling asleep simply daydreaming about their trip together. He was excited. It was a new place, new continent, new country, and he wondered if it’d smell weird. Granted, that was not the most important thing on his mind, but one of the top things. He’d most likely woken Sebastian up at an ungody hour the night before just to gush about it. It was unlikely that Sebastian appreciated it in the least, but with some coaxing, they probably both fell back asleep. To arrive at Paris early enough in the day, they’d booked the first flight around 1 pm-ish, so they would arrive around 10:30-ish the next morning, not that I did my research or anything. The flight was long, and Blaine spent more time bouncing in his seat, or whispering in Sebastian’s ear about how excited he was to be with him, or how loudly the people around them snored, or even how terrifying it was to be this high up in the air. He was just excited, it wasn’t his fault at all.
Even when they landed, Blaine found himself intoxicated by how different things were, even the tiny, small things. The chatter that filled the airport amazed Blaine more than anything, but he was still needlessly worried that he’d lose Sebastian, instantly grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly for self reassurance that he was still there. Things were really different here, and he didn’t know what to do, so instead, he looked up at Sebastian with big, excited eyes and waited for him to explain things to him, though he was sure he’d attempted many times on the plane. Blaine had just been to excited about the idea of Paris to notice.
Exactly! And you aren’t taking pity on me?
Too much sass! I can’t just take pity on you after you offend me, duh.
Sounds like a good way to die.
Nope, there’s a catch. You can’t kiss me back!
