A/N: I know I should be writing Nerves and Fame, but I kind of started this out of nowhere. I have nowhere to go with this story, but I simply wanted to post it today. I have already written a second chapter though and some parts of other chapters.

This will Never go Away

Summary: Cheerio!Blaine and Footballplayer!Sebastian. After a big fight with his father Blaine stays with the Smythes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warnings: Abuse, (homophobic) language

Scared

Blaine was shaking on the ground, his whole body covered in blood.

He didn't dare to make a move. Who was he even kidding, he couldn't move. Everything hurts. His arms, his legs, his back.

Breathing.

Blaine should have known this was going to happen.

He should have known that his father was going to find out one day, but he had hope that that day wouldn't come this fast. When Blaine came home that day after school he didn't even care to change. That was probably the worst decision he'd ever made.

"How could you do this to me, Blaine? How can you be such a fucking idiot? Cheerleader? Seriously, Blaine?" Mr. Anderson kneeled down next to Blaine, Blaine could almost feel the pure look of disgust and hatred his father was giving him. Blaine had failed again, but this time he did it while knowing that he did the wrong thing. Since the day Silvester forced him to wear that uniform, he knew that his father would never agree with him being a cheerleader. And on top of that, Blaine doesn't even want to be a cheerleader.

"I didn't-… She-…" Blaine stuttered, but he'd rather close his eyes and forget that any of this happened. He was on the ache of passing out, but still tried to keep his eyes open, only for his father.

"Don't give me any excuses, Blaine! I'm okay with the gay phase going on in your life, but you don't have to rub it in everybody's face! Not everyone needs to know that my son is a fucking faggot !" Suddenly Mr. Anderson pulled out a knife from behind his back and held it close to Blaine's neck. Blaine's breathing itched, but his father didn't notice. "After your mom died I thought you would change you know. For her. But you clearly don't give a fuck!"

Blaine finally closed his eyes when he felt the knife pressing harder into his neck, softly making a little cut in between the bruises.

Something in him wanted his father to press a little bit harder.

Much harder.

Blaine couldn't believe what he heard his father say to him. When his mother died last year he cried for weeks. He didn't want to go to school. He even stopped singing. He couldn't have fun when his mother wasn't around, but he couldn't say that. His father doesn't mean anything he's saying, Blaine repeats to himself, but that doesn't stop it from hurting him.

"I-I'm sorry." Blaine sobbed quietly, but Mr. Anderson wasn't there anymore to hear. The older man stormed upstairs and Blaine stayed quiet. He wanted to stand up and walk out of that door, but his legs were too weak. Blaine was shaking too bad. And his father would probably hear him too. Blaine slowly wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. Only then he realized how swollen his hand was and Blaine was already making up an excuse in his head to cover up his father.

When Mr. Anderson walked down the stairs minutes later he found his son at the exact same place where he was when he left. Blaine's father was quiet; Blaine didn't even hear him when he closed the distance between him and his son. The shaking boy only noticed his father presence when he felt a soft touch on his shoulder and Blaine immediately turned around to face the older man.

He expected to see the same look as before. Pure hatred, but instead his father looked upset. His eyes were swollen, which told Blaine that he'd cried.

"D-dad?" Blaine whispered, but his father shook his head. For a single second Mr. Anderson's eyes stared at a spot behind Blaine and when Blaine slowly turned around he saw two suitcases standing there. "Dad!" Blaine cried out, but his father's expression was blank.

"You should go." Mr. Anderson said without much emotions and Blaine couldn't believe his ears. His father would never kick him out, right? Right!

Just like this? He simply has to leave?

"Please." Blaine sobbed. "I- I have nowhere to go."

Mr. Anderson helped his son back on two feet and handed him a tissue, but Blaine didn't accept it.

"No, dad I won't let you kick me out!" Blaine shouted, but he still sounded weak.

"Blaine look at yourself! Look what I did to you! You're not safe here. I'll find help, I'll get better and when I am, you can come back." Mr. Anderson said and this might be the first time Blaine saw his father crying. "I don't want to hurt you anymore, son."

Blaine nodded his head. He didn't agree with this, but he knew that this would be for the best. His father reached forward and pulled the slightly shaking boy into a soft hug. Blaine ignored the pain in his back or in his arm when his father pulled his strong arms around him. He tried to relaxed in his father's embrace, because for some reason this hug seemed like a goodbye.

"Thank you." Mr. Anderson whispered into Blaine's ear and the small boy sobbed quietly. "Please don't cry, Blaine. Someday soon I'll come get you." Mr. Anderson freed his son from the very comfortable hug and looked him right into his eyes.

"Where?"

"The Smythes." His father answered quietly. "I told John that…- that when I hurt you again," Mr. Anderson took a deep breath, his eyes still focused on his son. "I would go seek for help. And he would take care of you in the meantime."

Blaine didn't know why, but the name seemed familiar to him. He knew a Smythe but… that wouldn't be... He didn't have much time to think about it though, because soon his father was leading him to the door and walked with him to Blaine's car. Blaine's father lifted the suitcases into the back of the car and walked back to his son. Blaine expected his father to leave now, but instead he opened the passenger door and motioned for Blaine to step inside and Mr. Anderson himself sat behind the wheel.

Both of the man didn't say a word the whole drive, even though there were some things that both of them had to say.

"Come on." Blaine heard his father say all of the sudden and it was only now when Blaine realized that the car had stopped driving. The car was parked in front of an hospital and he took a deep breath before he stepped out of the car. He really doesn't like hospitals, but he knows that he has to go either way. And he rather goes with his father than alone.

But when Blaine stepped out of his car his father didn't follow him.

"I'll wait here, son."

"Can't you come with me?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"I'll wait here, Blaine. Don't be such a baby!" Mr. Anderson's eyes turned soft not even a second after he'd said it and he mumbled a soft "I'm sorry." without facing his son.

"It's fine." Blaine whispered as he turned around and walked away. The pain in his back, legs and arms had been long forgotten, but where replaced with the fair of losing his father.

A few hours later Blaine walked back to his car, which was still standing at the exact same place as before and opened the door with his left hand. His right hand was in a simple, boring, white cast.

"I have to come back next week." Blaine informed his father who nodded his head a few times, but Blaine wasn't sure if he'd even heard what he'd said. His car started driving again and the car filled with complete silence just like before. Only minutes later his father parked the car and signed deeply.

Mr. Anderson stepped out of the car and Blaine did the same. When he was outside his father had already took care of the suitcases as they were placed next to the car. First Blaine simply stared at it, but soon he reached for one of them and brought it with him to the house where he was supposed to live for a few weeks? Months? Years? Blaine isn't so sure.

Mr. Anderson knocked on the door and almost a minute later someone finally opened it. The guy who opened didn't look like the kind of guy who would live in this house. The house looked small and Blaine assumed that the people in it would be poor, but the man in the doorway, Mr. Smythe probably, was wearing a uniform with tie and all.

"John." Mr. Anderson said politely. John Smythe only needed to look at the suitcases to know what was going on. He knew this was going to happen someday. Instead of saying something about Blaine's bruised eye or about his casted arm he did what he does best.

"You're a strong man, Mark. I know you can do this." John told the other male and Blaine couldn't help but agree. He knew that a lot of kids would hate him if he was their father, but Blaine loves him. He loves his father no matter his angry issues. And Blaine believes in his father and he knows that he'll get better.

"Thanks, John." Mr. Anderson whispered and with a single glance at his son he turned around and ran away until Blaine and John couldn't see him anymore. That's it. No goodbye. No hug. Nothing.

Something in Blaine was relieved. No goodbye meant that they'll meet again. Sooner or later he'll get that hug that he really needs at the moment.

For a few minutes Blaine simply stared at the spot where his father was running away not a long time ago. He kind of hoped that it would make him come back, but he knew that that was nonsense. Tears were slowly rolling over his cheeks and for once he didn't care that someone could see him. John won't judge him. His father trusted John enough to take care of Blaine, so Blaine would trust John. Blaine blinked a few times and wiped away his tears before he turned around.

"I'm sorry." He sobbed quietly, but a small, forced smile was forming on his lips.

"It's fine boy. Come on, let's go inside. I don't want you to get sick." Blaine followed the dark, blond haired man and stepped inside the house, pulling the suitcases with him. Blaine calmed down a little bit when John helped him with his coat and showed him where to place it.

"My son will show you around if you don't mind. I was just making dinner." John said politely before he opened one of the doors that was leading them to the living room. "Sebastian! We have a guest!" Mr. Smythe shouted up the stairs and suddenly Blaine remembered why the name Smythe sounded familiar. Sebastian Smythe.

It was the Smythe.

"Wait- wait…"

"What's wrong?" John sounded truly concerned, but that wasn't necessary at all.

"Nothing… it's just- you mean Sebastian. As in the quarterback of the football team- Sebastian?"

"That's me." Blaine turned around and found Sebastian standing halfway up the stairs and Blaine didn't even realize he was staring at him with wide eyes until he heard John clear his troth and he immediately looked down. "Are you ready, Killer? Let's get this over with."

"Su-sure." Blaine walked up the stairs and left the suitcases behind. Sebastian seemed pissed off when the two boys walked up the stairs and this made Blaine feel pretty uncomfortable. Sebastian stole a single glance of Blaine so now and then, but Blaine couldn't seem to understand what he was thinking.

Blaine knows that he isn't the most fun person to talk to, but that doesn't give Sebastian any reason to be mad at him, right?

What happens in the past, stays in the past.

Sebastian was quiet. Something that Blaine hadn't expected from the other boy at all. In complete silence the taller boy showed him the bathroom, the restroom and his bedroom. Blaine could walk away and the other boy won't even notice. When Sebastian stepped inside Blaine's to be bedroom he motioned for the other boy to follow, which Blaine immediately did. When Blaine was inside, the taller boy leaned over Blaine to close the door carefully. Blaine didn't miss how Sebastian's eyes never left his except for a single second when they moved to look at a spot only a few inches lower.

His lips.

"Alright let's make one thing clear." Sebastian started in a whisper. "What happened back at school stays between us. My father doesn't need to know a thing. You don't talk to me at school, ha! You don't even talk to me here. We may be living in the same house, but we're not friends. You're weird. You're a freak and you're no friend of mine, do you hear me?" Blaine wanted to agree, but he couldn't if Sebastian didn't even agree with himself.

Sebastian's fingertips were softly touching Blaine's swollen eye. Blaine didn't mean to flinch when the fingers moved and touched a spot on his face where it actually hurted. He liked the soft touch of Sebastian's fingers on him. It's been way too long since those long fingers touched him like that. It's been way too long since those lips were on his.

0.0

"Blaine, we need to stop doing this."

It was Friday evening.

Blaine was supposed to do some homework as he didn't have much time this weekend, but when he had an unexpected visitor he completely forgot those stupid books on his desk.

But when he opened that freaking door he didn't expect Sebastian to be there. And after he found out why he was there, he hoped that he'd never come. He still had hope.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Sebastian was still standing outside in the doorway and he wasn't planning on stepping inside the house. He needed to do this and he needed to do this quick. He had to stop seeing Blaine and he had to stop going to these stupid movies with Blaine. People are starting to find out that he's dating a Glee boy and he can't have that. They aren't even dating! That he's gay is one thing, but he can't have all these feelings and shit. Blaine is the only person he thinks of and it needs to fucking stop. He can't feel this close to someone. Not again. Not after what happened the last time.

"Us. We're over." Sebastian tried to keep his voice steady and he was doing a good job. Sebastian has always been good at hiding his emotions.

"But…-"

"No buts, Blaine. We can't go any further. We are doing this thing for way too long already." And you haven't even let me fuck you yet. For once Sebastian kept his mouth shut. This wasn't the time for sexy comments. He didn't want to hurt Blaine even more then he's doing now.

It killed Sebastian to see one single tear rolling over Blaine's cheek and he has to fight the urge not to reach forward and wipe the tear away. He knew that when he touched him he won't be strong enough to say goodbye.

Because that's what this is.

Goodbye.

Of course, they'll see each other at school, but they won't talk ever again.

Blaine didn't say a thing. He knew better than to argue with Sebastian. Instead he forcefully closed the door and ran to his room.

"Bye, Blaine." Sebastian whispered into the cold air as he finally let the tears roll down his cheeks.

0.0

Blaine knew it was wrong, but when he saw Sebastian walking down the stairs only a few minutes ago he actually felt happy and confident, but also nervous, guilty and unwelcomed. Sebastian asked him not to talk to him ever again and now they're going to live under one roof together.

He'd rather stay with his father, but that wasn't an option anymore.

"Y-yeah?" It was more a question, though. He'd heard what Sebastian said, but he also heard the hesitation in his voice. He saw the looks the other boy was giving him, looks filled with pure want.

"Good." And Sebastian had left the room, leaving a very miserable Blaine behind.

A/N: Well... well... well... What did you guys think? Should I keep writing it? I love Blangst and I love Seblaine so expect more of that in here if I ever decide to write more!

Thanks for reading.

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