Blaine grumbles as he rolls over to see why his phone is ringing at 2 am.

Sebastian

"Why is he calling me at…oh," he thought.

"Hello?"

"B-Blaine?" He was crying.

"Seb, what's wrong? Are you ok?" Blaine asked, concern echoing through his voice.

"I'm…no. I'm not. I keep fucking this up and I don't know what to do about it anymore," he cried. "I get drunk every night because I can't get this idea out of my head and it leads to bad things and I don't…"

"Seb. Seb! Calm down. What are you talking about?" Since this was Sebastian, it could be a myriad of issues, but this sounded serious.

"You."

"Me?"

"You. I'm not good enough for you. I'll never be good enough. And none of these guys even come close to you."

"What do you mean, Seb? What on earth are you going on about?" Blaine was starting to get worried.

"I like you Blaine. So much. Fuck…I'm just not good at relationships. I want to be with you so badly, but something in me just keeps telling me I'm not going to be everything you would need or want me to be and it takes me back to square one. I don't know how to handle it anymore. Alcohol isn't taking the edge off like it used to and none of the guys I've slept with can replace you in my mind." He was yelling by this point.

"You know what happens every time I fuck someone, Blaine? You waltz into my head and I can't get you out so all I think about is you while I fuck them and it just makes me feel that much worse. You've been all I've thought about for weeks now and I can't work up the balls to ask you out because of all of this shit and it kills me, Blaine. Kills. Me."

Blaine just lies there stunned. "I can't believe he's actually telling me this. I had no idea."

"That smile, your hair, your eyes. Goddamnit, I get lost in your eyes every time I look at you and then I freak out because I'm afraid you'll flip out on me so I go back to whatever I'm doing. I need you Blaine. I need you so badly. I know I'll never be good enough for you and I can't stand looking at myself every day knowing I'm not strong enough to finally just ask you out and try to show you how I can care for someone. Even though I've never been good at relationships, you have a power over me that I can't shake." Sebastian's voice was starting to go hoarse, but he wasn't stopping. "I want to be good enough for you, Blainers. I want to show you the world. I want to give you the world. And I…" his voice got quiet, "…I want to be your world, Blaine."

"Seb?"

"Yeah?"

"How much have you had to drink and where are you?"

"I'm halfway through my second bottle of wine and I'm sitting in my room."

"This may not be the smartest move on my part, but I'm coming up. We're not going to anything tonight, but now that you've told me this I want to talk about it tomorrow. Will that be ok?"

Sebastian hiccupped before he answered in that same quiet voice, "Yeah."

"Ok." Blaine hung up the phone.

Fifteen minutes later they're lying cuddled up together in Sebastian's bed. Blaine is in his boxers and Sebastian is wearing nothing but a pair of tight, black briefs. Blaine ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair absentmindedly before looking up and asking, "Are you ok now?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Well, I'm here now so don't worry. We'll talk in the morning. Ok?"

"Ok."

And with that, Sebastian fell asleep. While he was lightly snoring Blaine whispered.

"You are good enough, Seb. I promise."