Work Text:
"We have to go." Sebastian tugs Blaine as another explosion goes off behind them.
The summit is gone. Everything is chaos, fire, and death around them. The dead have arrived and are tearing through what remains.
"Nick and Jeff." Blaine shakes his head, panicked. "I saw them go into the house."
They both look toward the house, engulfed in flames with walkers moving through the fire. It's late. Too late.
Blaine shakes his head. "It's not, we can—" but they can't. And Blaine closes his eyes tightly because he knows. Tears stream down against his will as he nods and lets Sebastian pull him away.
Inside the house, Jeff and Nick are cornered by dozens of the dead. They look at each other, grasp each other's hands, and know it's time. They grab their weapons, striking as many skulls as they can. Until it's not enough. Nick's scream comes first.
A piece of his neck is torn off. Jeff's arm is bitten, and he screams. With his free hand, he reaches for his gun. There's only one bullet. They look at each other, share a glance, and it happens. Both point their guns at each other and pull the trigger at the same time.
Blaine and Sebastian skid in the mud at the sound of the shots, almost slipping as they try to escape. They pause for a moment and slowly turn to take one last look at the massive flame. They share a watery smile and continue on, hands clasped.
They had good times. They lived. They even got married. First with paper rings Blaine made, which were later replaced with rings Sebastian stole on his trip to Boston.
It's just the two of them, Cooper, Nick and Jeff, and Father Brian. A man they saved years ago from a horde of the dead.
"Aren't two men not supposed to be able to marry here?" Sebastian can't help but ask.
Blaine exhales while holding his hand.
"Prejudices are supposed to stay in the old world," comes the priest's reply, conducting some sort of ritual if you ask Sebastian. "And my God isn't an idiot."
Everyone laughs. The tension, if there ever was any, evaporates in that instant.
Light streams through the cracks of the old church doors. It's perfect. Perfect how it illuminates Blaine's face. Sebastian smiles. Not even the end of the world could stop Blaine from looking like the most beautiful person on the damn planet.
Blaine smiles back, eyes shiny and happy. He practically bounces on his feet. And Sebastian can't help leaning in for a kiss.
"That's not allowed yet!" Jeff exclaims indignantly from the pews.
"Kids, let me marry you first, alright?" the priest intervenes.
They laugh against each other's lips but nod. They step back with flushed cheeks and take each other's hands again.
They both say, "I do." They both say, "I love you." Because even though the world is surrounded by death, as long as they're alive, what other choice do they have but to live?
They celebrate by getting drunk on a stash of wine they found by the roadside.
Sam started calling them "dad" as soon as she could say her first words. None of them corrected her. Fifteen years later, she was their daughter. She had been since Sebastian held her in his arms. That little piece of life on that afternoon with death filling the air.
"Landon wants to learn how to shoot," Blaine mentions after a long silence that made Sebastian's heart stop for a second.
Relieved, he breathes again. "I'll teach him. I'll take care of him all the way, I promise." He doesn't say that maybe he should have done it a long time ago. And maybe that would have made a difference.
Landon had fallen into their arms when Rachel died. A victim of love. Or so Blaine said. Too poetic and cruel.
But secretly, Sebastian believed it too. That it was the pain of losing the love of his life that took her.
Now he knows that someone really can die for love. Otherwise, he doesn't know how to explain the weight in his chest and the pain in every inch of his body.