character: new directions

Secret Love [S. Smythe]

So this was a request on AO3 and I figured I’d post it here too. I’ve also got two really cute requests that anon submitted that I’ll be writing and uploading asap!

Summary: You’re Blaine’s younger sibling and are secretly dating Sebastian. Slowly, everyone starts to notice.

When Sebastian asked you out, it took exactly four weeks to be sure that he wasn’t using you to get to your big brother, Blaine. But, when he took you on a romantic midnight park date and kissed you passionatley, you knew he was being for real. Now, it was six months later, and Sebastian and you were still going strong – in secret, of course. 

 Until one day, Blaine found out. 

Blaine had texted you saying that glee practice had gone later than planned and he’d be home about an hour late. You’d been spending time with Sebastian at the Lima Bean when you got the text. Naturally, Sebastian wanted to come over. And how could you deny that? 

The two of you had made popcorn and put on Netflix, deciding on a marathon of Disney movies, because who doesn’t love Disney? There was a large, fluffy blanket draped over your laps that Sebastian had gotten you for Christmas. 

 (“Y/N, when did we get this blanket?” “Oh, uh, I found it shoved in my closet.” “Really?” “Yes, Blaine.”) 

The two of you began having a distraction war. Whoever could stay focused on the television screen won. Sebastian had gotten up to a minute, and had been trying to get you to break for forty-five seconds. You couldn’t win. He started kissing up and down your neck, and you subconsciously leaned into his touch. He placed one of his large hands over the top of your neck, continuing to peck and nip at your skin. You kept your eyes glued to the television. 

The two of you were deep in concentration, so you didn’t hear the door open or close, nor the footsteps down the hall. 

That is, until you heard, “What the hell is going on here?” Sebastian nearly fell off the couch when he jumped away from you. You quickly turned your head to see your older brother standing by the doorway, arms crossed. Sebastian gulped. “Blaine! Wha-you’re home,” you gasped, “I didn’t realize the time…" 

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I can see that,” he scoffed, “Now does someone want to explain what I just walked in on before I beat Sebastian with my shoe?" 

And so, you explained everything. Sebastian asking you out, the dates, and what was happening at the moment he appeared. Blaine then proceeded to chase Sebastian around with his sneaker, before tackling the Warbler to the ground and threatening the future of his dick if he broke your heart. 

Then, he let you be. 

 You sat on the table, laughing at the entire scene. Sebastian gave you a plauful glare before attacking you with tickles. You shrieked as you tried to push him away. You and your boyfriend continued this, not knowing Blaine was watching from the hallway with a smile on his face. 


It was a couple months later when the New Directions and the Warblers found out. Of course, it wasn’t how you two wanted them to learn, because why would it be? Luck was never on Sebastian’s side anyways. 

Blaine was out of town to help out an old friend. You and Sebastian were on a date at the Lima Bean, when Santana, Finn, Kurt, Mercedes, Rachel, and Quinn walked in. Neither one of you noticed them as you paid for your drinks, laughing at the stupid story from Sebastian’s childhood. But they noticed you. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed, grinning widely, “Seb, you didn’t.” Sebastian snorted, “How could I not? He was practically asking for it.” The two of you walked out, completely unaware of the fact that the other members of the glee club were watching. 

You found out when you were called into the auditorium after school. “Santana,” you called, jogging in through the doors, “Kurt? You said you had something important?” The other door to the auditorium opened, and Sebastian walked in, “Alright, Satan. I’m here. What do you…want…” He trailed off in confusion, seeing you by the stage. Curious, he walked over to you. “What are you doing here?” You asked him. 

“The better question is, what are you doing with him?“ Santana’s voice echoed as she, the New Directions, and the Warblers walked out from behind the curtain. You felt yourself pale, and Sebastian instinctively grabbed your hand. You stared at them in shock. "How did you-" 

“We saw you two at the Lima Bean yesterday,” Kurt replied, “Y/N, how could you? He’s the enemy." 

“He’s not that bad.” You immediately defended your boyfriend. Rachel stared at you in surprise, “He nearly blinded your brother.” You cringed at the memory of the slushie incident. “We don’t talk about that…” You mumbled. Sebastian kept his mouth shut for once in his life, not wanting to make things worse. You always had a way with words, but this time, he didn’t think you’d succeed at convincing them. 

“I’m not a baby,“ you retaliated, "I can make my own decisions.” Finn huffed. “Yeah, such great decisions you made,” he snapped, “You’ve always been attracted to the assholes.” You felt Sebastian’s grip loosen a bit. You saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up with his snarky attitude. “Just because I have one, doesn’t mean I am one.” He glared. 

However, his statement went unheard as Hunter pushed his chest out at Finn. “Woah, sharkfin, you better watch what you say about our co-captain.” He threatened. Finn poked his chest. “Or what, Carington?” He challenged. 

The members of the Warblers and New Directions started arguing with each other over who’s fault this was. (“Y/N just wants sex.” “Smythe is using Y/N to find out what we’re singing, just like he did with Blaine!”) 

Hearing the hurtful things about you shouted from the Warblers and the hateful comments about Sebastian from your friends, you quickly backef up, before running out of the auditorium. The echo of Sebastian calling your name traveled throughout the room. Not caring if the singing groups were watching, Sebastian ran after you. He could hear the footsteps of people following, but he shut the door before they could get out. 

He grabbed your arm, stopping you. You turned to him, eyes filled with tears. “They hate us, Seb.” You sniffled. Sebastian shook his head. “No they don’t,” he argued, “Your friends hate me. The Warblers…they’re just defensive…protective. Sure, I can take care of myself, but you know me and my wholw identity crisis thing. They just worry. They don’t hate you." 

You didn’t believe him, but you nodded anyways. Sebastian sighed and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. "I love you.” He mumbled, kissing the top of your head. He snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent. “I love you, too.”


Blaine got back two days later. When he asked his friends why you weren’t at school, they explained what had happened the night before. Needless to say, Blaine was pretty upset with them, but they also explained to him that they overheard Sebastian talking to you and decided to give him a chance. 

So, Blaine called you to the glee room, knowing for certain that Sebastian was with you. When thw two of you arrived hand-in-hand, you found the New Directions and the Warblers standing on stage. “Blaine!” You squealed, running up to your brother and jumping into his arms. You had no idea he was back.

“What do you people want now?” Sebastian rolled his eyes, walking over to you and Blaine. Secretly, he was doing it because he knew – well, he hoped – that Blaine would stand up for him. “Let us talk, meerkat,” Santana huffed, “Look, we wanted to apologize. What we did last night-" 

“It was so so, so so wrong,” Kurt interrupted, hopping down off the stage to hurry over to you, “Y/N, you’re one of my best friends, and I hurt you last night. I…we…feel terrible.” You smiled appreciatively at Kurt. He was Blaine’s boyfriend, therefore a very good friend of yours. Having him back on your side was such a relief. 

“Kurt’s right,“ Rachel agreed, "It’s you’re life and you aren’t a baby. If Blaine, of all people, is okay with it, then we should be, too." 

The rest of the New Directions nodded. "I’ll admit, I still hate you,” Santana directed the statement at Sebastian, “but you really cared for Y/N back there. If Y/N’s happy, then I guess I can deal with this." 

Sebastian’s jaw dropped, "Wow, Sanny. Didn’t think you had it in you." 

Santana glared, ”Don’t push it.“

Hunter dropped off the stage and clasped his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. "I’m not the biggest fan of you dating the enemy,” he told the co-captain, “but Y/N seems innocent enough for me to trust. You two are disgustingly sweet." 

Jeff poked his head from behind Nick, "I think they’re cute!" 

You giggled as Sebastian wrapped his arms around you from behind and dipped his head down to cspture your lips in a kiss. You heard the people around you groan and Blaine gag, "Okay, Smythe. Stop trying to eat my (sister/brother).” You and Sebastian laughed before pulling away. 

Santana pointed a finger at him, “And don’t think this means we’re going easy on you during Regionals." 

Sebastian only smirked, "Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Beautiful [R. Lynn]

Request: “Hi :)) I was wondering if you could please write a Ryder Lynn imagine (from glee) where the reader is talking bad about herself [or himself] and Ryder tells them they’re beautiful and stuff :)))) thanks”


You and Marley were the first people to arrive at glee club practice. The two of you had been talking about the upcoming school dance. 

“I dunno, Marls,” you sighed, “I didn’t look good in any of the (dresses/tuxes).” Marley frowned at you. “Hey, don’t worry, Y/N,” she assured you, “You’ll find something. I thought you looked good in a lot of them.” You cringed. “Not really,” you denied her accusation, “I looked terrible in all of them. I looked like a whale.” 

Marley was about to respond when another voice interrupted her, “Hey! Don’t say that.” The two of you turned to see Ryder behind you, frowning. “You don’t look like a whale, Y/N.” He told you sternly. 

You looked at him in surprise. “I-I didn’t know you were listening,” you blushed, “Just ignore that.” Ryder shook his head. “No, I’m not going to ignore that,” he huffed, “You shouldn’t say bad things about yourself, Y/N. You’re beautiful." 

A dark blushed covered your cheeks. "N-not really-" 

“I will fight you on this, Y/N,” Ryder challenged, “So just shush and take the compliment." 

You looked down sheepishly, smiling small. "Thanks, Ryder.” You looked up at him, seeing him smiling back at you. 

“No thanks needed. I’m just telling you the truth.”



A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.

A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.

A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.

A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.

A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.

Dylan Thomas. The first new edition of his poems in decades is out now from editor John Goodby and New Directions.