~VioletCherry342~

Pairing: Seblaine, slight Kurtofsky, past Klaine is mentioned, but again, this is NOT a Klaine fic in anyway.
Author: VioletCherry342
Warnings: Erm...At the moment I am not sure there are going to be any yet besides some homophobic slurs? If anything really bad happens it will be mentioned at the TOP of the chapter, so no worries.
Disclaimer: I still don't own, nor do I have any affiliation with Glee...Sadly.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor
Rating: T. Could become M in later chapters?
So, this is the sequel to my other fic, "Why Change?" so you might want to at least skim that, if you aren't just following this for that dash of Kurtofsky here. :P Takes off from chapter 26, and I will try to explain the first story here, but...jsyk! Now, before I digress, onto the show!

Blaine recoiled, pressing closer against the wall. "Are you saying what I think you are?"

Kurt huffed. "If you think I'm saying that we're over," He offered. "...then yes. Yes, I am."

Blaine nodded slightly, his eyes closing as he looked down. He heard the slight squeak of Kurt's shoes as his boyfriend - now his ex-boyfriend - abruptly turned on the floor, and quietly mumbled, "I'm so sorry..."

Kurt sighed. "That doesn't mean much to me right now, Blaine."

Blaine sniffled slightly, and even though Kurt wasn't looking at him, he knew he wasn't the only one who had tears burning in his eyes.

"But..." He whispered. "So am I."

And then he left, leaving Blaine with a sense of dread and self hatred.

...oOo...

Blaine shook, the bathroom distorted from the tears in his eyes. How could he do this? How could he have been so...so stupid? He'd really, really thought it was Kurt who was drifting, that it was Kurt who was careless, that it was Kurt who was falling all over someone else and he...and he...he was the dick who was hurting Kurt more than he'd even realized.

A small whimper slipped past his lips and he slipped down the wall, touching his left hand to his cheek and cupping his abused elbow in his hand. How had he not noticed the difference in Kurt? How could he not see him flailing for some sort of attention even if he was being a douche, that he wasn't changing because of David, but for Blaine?

How could he let Kurt believe that he needed to change?

He sniffled again, wondering idly if there would be any bruising on his arm when the door to the bathroom swung open. Blaine glanced up in some twisted hope that Kurt was coming back, but he immediately recoiled back and tried to pretend he wasn't there.

"Oh, look!" Said a jock, who Blaine thought had the name Strando. A clunky guy with a dopey look on his face all the time, shorter than Karofsky by a long shot but still pretty intimidating, even with the hair that made Sam's look deep brown. "Another one who converted Karofsky."

Blaine didn't feel the need, nor courage, to tell these cackling morons that it wasn't a disease and he most definitely did not get close enough to Karofsky to ever spread it, if it were, so he just flinched and closed his eyes as one of the people behind the tubby boy kicked his still abandoned books on the floor across the room. God, why didn't he stay at Dalton? Why did he do this? He could've stayed two hours away and it would've been almost impossible to anger Kurt so badly. He could've been safe...he could've been with Seb...

He shook his head, trying to ignore the buzz in his ears that really wished he could call the other boy, inhaling shakily and pressing closer to the wall.

"Ope," Said a boy who looked a little bit like Warbler David, only he had a deep scowl and an agitated expression. "Looks like the cat got his tongue."

Blaine made a tentative grab for the few things he dropped that were in his reach, watching the boys smirk and nod and snort at the comment. "That or it's stuck up his faggot boyfriend."

Blaine scowled briefly before the term boyfriend struck him viciously, sniffling quietly and wiping his face, about to stand up and collect his books off the floor when a sharp kick to his ribs sent him back into the wall with a grunt. He moaned and cowered back, looking up at the guys fearfully. "Get away from me."

"G-Ge- Get a-away fro-from me," The third, who Blaine knew was Grayson Smith, mocked. The others laughed, and Blaine stammered out, "I carry a knife, jackass."

The boys hesitated a moment, and Blaine hated the way his voice wavered. It wasn't really a lie, he typically did carry a pocketknife when he went out in public, if just for the security he felt when he had it, but he had never thought to bring it to McKinley. Ever. Right now, terrified these boys were going to call his bluff, he realized that might have been a stupid, careless act.

"Prove it, fag," Strando spat, and Blaine internally began to scream. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

"M-My dad taught me not to pull a knife unless I intend to use it," Blaine stage-warned, hoping the jocks were too thick to notice how his eyes darted around in panic. Please don't call my bluff please don't call my bluff please please please.

Strando sighed, like Blaine had caused him a great inconvenience, and shook his head, "It ain't worth it."

Blaine cowered back when the boy lunged at him, gasping in panic and reaching for his empty back pocket on pure instinct, before he realized he was just being toyed with and he averted his gaze to the floor. Strando, Grayson and the Warbler-David-look-a-like all left then, angry grumbles echoing behind them, and Blaine finally let himself break down as the final bell rang, signaling the beginning of next period. He sniffed and collected his things swiftly, pulling out his phone and pressing it to his ear and he skittishly, but frantically, rushed to his locker.

"Hey there, Killer," The snarky voice came through the phone. "Was wondering when you were gonna call me. Kurt put out on that date and today was the first day you could move?"

Blaine sighed, deciding to just ignore that last comment. "Hi..."

There was a short pause. "What's wrong?"

Blaine wondered if his voice was still shaking that bad as he grabbed the few personal items out of his locker and stuffed them in his bag, trading his school books in for CD's and little things from...from him and that picture on his locker door, from before they were dating, at the outlet mall, sometime in the fall, Kurt hugging Blaine from behind because the younger boy had been complaining it was freezing, a laugh caught on camera from the black haired boy. Blaine felt his eyes sting again and he gently pressed the photo in a book before saying, "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Liar."

Blaine snorted miserably, closing his book bag and sluggishly scampering out of William McKinley. "Maybe a little."

"What's going on?"

"I just..." Blaine sighed. "I need a drink."

Sebastian laughed, an amused and musical sound coming through the line, and Blaine felt his lips curl up a little in a rueful smile, setting his bag in the car. "Rough day?"

"That's an understatement," Blaine informed, sitting in the front seat and wiping his eyes again. God, he felt like such a tool. "I was...I was wondering if you wanted to meet up...at Scandals, maybe?"

"You know I'm still in school, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Are you?"

"No," Blaine said sadly. "I just..." He gave a look of longing to WMHS, where he had finally felt at-home at, where he felt slightly safe with...him...and felt his gut twist in his stomach. "I can't do it today..."

"That sounds like one depressing goodbye, Sexy," Sebastian quipped.

"It kind of is," Blaine admitted, tugging at a loose string on his sweater.

"I'll be at Scandals is two hours, okay?" Sebastian offered, his voice a little softer. "Hour and a half if the traffic is good to me."

"I don't want you to skip for me," Blaine said timidly.

"Eh," Blaine could almost see Sebastian shrug, "you're worth it."

Blaine sighed. "Am not."

"Don't argue, Blainers."

Blaine snorted and swallowed hard. "Okay...I'll meet you."

"Mm," Seb replied. "See you soon."

"Okay...bye."

...oOo...

He'd been there for a good two hours before Sebastian arrived. He didn't blame him, though; Westerville was aways out.

Besides. Sebastian may be a total prick, but Blaine didn't expect him to try to fuck him right now. Honestly, Blaine had told anyone who would listen what just happened, turning several people off and sometimes earning himself a free drink out of pity. He knew he was going to be doubled over and vomiting the entire day tomorrow, but at least that was an excuse as to not go to school.

Oh, Cooper will enjoy mocking you for this, Blaine thought spitefully.

Coop wasn't supposed to show up for another week, but he had arrived that morning. It was the only reason Blaine had gone to Scandal's in the first place. He knew his parents would be so wrapped up in their little commercial-star that they would hardly notice Blaine's absence. If anyone did, it would be Cooper, and the topic would be brushed off with a lazy, "Oh, he's probably with his boyfriend" from his father, who would scowl and mutter something homophobic before going back to discussing what Coop's next big role was.

The thoughts made Blaine sick.

Or maybe that was just the alcohol.

"How's it, Killer?" Sebastian asked, sliding onto the stool beside the darker haired boy. Blaine let out a long, unhappy sigh as a response, looking at his drink as he did so. What was he drinking, anyway? Beer wasn't this color...or was it? "That bad, huh?"

Blaine looked away from his mystery drink and up into curious and slightly concerned green eyes. Funny, he didn't know Sebastian was capable of giving a damn.

"Damn, Blaine," He said, his hand coming up to grip the younger boys chin as to tilt his head up and to the side, admiring the bruise there. "Gay Face do that?"

"Who...?" Blaine slurred. Then remembered Kurt and Sebastian's on-going rivalry and nodded. "Oh...yeh. He'd id."

Sebastian stared at him a moment before seeming to understand the language of a drunk, nodding slightly. "Right."

"He hit me, Seeb," He said, stumbling over his own tongue. Who knew 'Seb' was so hard to say? "And h' hates meh. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaate."

"I doubt that," Sebastian said, muttering 'water' to the bartender.

"He d'es," Blaine insisted miserably. "He said he...wanted to strangle me, Base."

Sebastian cocked a brow, unable to hold back a half-snort-half-scoff. "Please. Kurt couldn't kill a fly. I mean, unless they ruined his coat, or something."

Blaine grumbled, annoyed that Sebastian not only had a point that doesn't match his, but counters it, and up-ended his glass. The tiny sip made him wince, and he looked at the bottom of the glass longingly before giving the bartender a contemplating look.

"Okay," Seb said. "How about I take you home?"

"Nooooooooooooooooo," Blaine whined. "No."

"C'mon," Sebastian said, wrapping an arm around the shorter boys waist. Blaine whimpered, pushing back against him and making sounds of absolute misery, and he didn't stop struggling until they got outside. He froze, though, and Sebastian gave him a weird look. "Blaine?"

"Why'd you do it?" He asked, his voice shaking. At Sebastian's confused look, Blaine stammered, "W-Why couldn't you just back off when I said I have a boyfriend? What did I ever do to you?"

A look of hurt flashed across Sebastian's eyes before his features hardened, his jaw tightening as he looked at the ground. He left the car door open and moved around to his side, the car shuddering when he slammed his own. Blaine almost went back inside, knowing he'd just unintentionally struck a nerve, but decided to climb in anyway. It was later than he thought, the sun already hidden behind the horizon. It was best if he got home.

He mumbled his address to Sebastian and looked out the window, the drive going off in silence. By the time they got home, dusk had turned to night, and Blaine felt a little pang when he saw the porch light was on. It wasn't for him, he knew, but for his parents and brother; they must have gone out.

He stumbled out of the car when Sebastian pushed into park, and was more than a little surprised when an arm wrapped around his waist and helped him to the door. He'd go for a walk tomorrow and get his car; right now he didn't care. He absently noticed that Sebastian walked him up to his room, helped him lie down, and brushed his fingers through his hair. Blaine glanced up at him, and had he not seen his lips move he wouldn't have known he'd spoken at all. "I'm really sorry..."

Blaine blinked and watched him leave, heard the door close downstairs and saw lights flash across his room as the other boys car pulled away from his house.

It wasn't until a few moments after that that he burrowed his face into the pillow and finally let the sobs come free.

Ugh. Allow me to remind you all that Blainers does have a heart. Hi Why Change? followers! Thank you for reading the author note on chapter 35 :P
For those of you who just decided to read this, I suggest you go read chapters 1 and 26 of "Why Change?" (on my profile). And if you wanna see more Seblaine there's some in chapters 19 and 22, and 33 and 34...so yeah. I suggest you read the whole story but...lol
Anyway...Here's the sequel, people! :D Review kindly, I'm flipping out about this for some reason...lol