September. Blaine loves September's gentle breeze. It's fresh, delightful and always smells like autumn while it ruffles his dark curls. It makes him smile.

Walking along the tree-lined avenue which leads to Dalton, he smiles. He's probably the only guy who's really happy to come back to school after summer vacation, but after spending nearly three months with Cooper, his parents and those vicious guys from the country club, he really can't wait to be here again, meet all his friends and get away from his house, which is as beautiful but at the same time, cold and unwelcoming.

His parent's house doesn't smell like home. It's just a place where he has to live when he is not at Dalton, a place in which he is at his parent's mercy all the time. He genuinely hates that place.

But Dalton is different. Dalton smells like family, it makes him feel safe. Safer than the alarms at his house; but most of all, Dalton is where he can truly be himself. He doesn't have to pretend to like all those girls in their swimsuits at the country club because his father wants him to.

It's a pity Mr. Anderson doesn't know that every time Blaine goes to the bar to drink some iced tea, he actually sneaks into the locker room of the tennis court to make out with that super cute waiter who always winks at him.

For Blaine, coming back to Dalton is like being able to breathe again. Fresh air after suffering months of pollution. It makes him feel alive.

Wes and David usually tell him he's too melodramatic about that sort of things, that he shouldn't take his father's behavior personally,luckily they don't say anything when they catch him staring at some cute guys' ass.

Blaine has never had a boyfriend, but he would like to. Walking through the halls holding his boyfriend's hand has always been his most hidden desire, he's just never had the courage to tell anybody.

He just really wants those little things boyfriends do: kisses before classes, smiles, cuddles, romantic gifts or just someone who cares about him in that way.

The best part in going back home that September is the return of the Warblers, since this is an important year for his career in the choir group. Steve, last year's lead singer, graduated a few months ago, and now the only one who is able to replace him and keep up with the vocal standards is him.

He just needs to hear the council say those words and he'll be captain of the Warblers and lead singer this year. He managed to survive the summer thanks to the very thought of it.

Blaine walks through the halls with a cheerful smile on his face and a big suitcase, heading to his room, he greets some of his classmates along the way, but he doesn't stop to talk.

He is outside the door of his room when he spots a haircut he easily recognizes. He smiles and shouts his friend's name.

"Nick!"

The Warbler immediately turns around and walks straight to Blaine to greet him with a hug. They exchange a few words about their summer, about Nick's holiday in Europe and those bigoted man of the Country Club, before Blaine points towards what should be their room for this school year.

"Do you mind if I get the bed under the window like last year?"

Nick glances at him, clearly confused by his words. "You don't have to ask me, haven't I told you that we are no longer roommates?"

Blaine frowns, slightly disappointed. "Why not?"

"Because they moved me out with another guy, I don't know why. But we're not gonna be in the same room this year."

Blaine shrugs, sorry to hear, but he smiles anyway, patting his friend's shoulder. "That's a pity. I'll miss our movie nights."

"Me too, but hey, maybe your new roommate is a cool dude?! I'm going to see the others, you coming later?"

Blaine nods and watches his friend fade away in the crowded halls before turning to the door of his room with a sigh. He really hopes he's with someone he already knows, even if the idea of meeting a new guy thrills him. He just hopes he'll leave him his favorite bed.

He enters the room but finds no one inside, except for a big dark suitcase at the bottom of the bed next to the wall. He closes the door behind him and looks around, noticing that nothing is out of place.

He shrugs and starts filling his drawers with his clothes. He can't stop thinking about who his new roommate will be, he tries to figure him out, guess his height or sexual orientation, but most of all, he really hopes they can be friends and get along. Maybe he can even convince him to join the Warblers.

Blaine quickly cleans out his suitcase and dresses casually to meet his friends, just a tracksuit to keep him warm. Just before going out, he spots a sheet of paper on the desk he hadn't noticed before.

It's a letter from the administration staff informing him of his new roommate. He learns the name, but unfortunately he doesn't recognize the surname and guesses that he's probably new.

He memorizes it at once and can't stop thinking about him as he heads to the common room to meet his friends. Maybe he can be some sort of mentor to him; he can show him around and introduce him to his friends. Maybe they really can build some sort of beautiful friendship.

He walks through the halls with an optimistic smile on his lips, he's not sorry he'll have to share the room with a guy he doesn't know. After all, he always tries to see the positive.

With his heads in the clouds, he almost misses the whimper he hears coming from a classroom that he is passing. He stops, wondering if it is just his mind playing tricks to him; he hears the sound again, coming from behind the half closed door.

He bites his lip and his curiosity makes him push open the door and enter the room without thinking twice. He doesn't expect anything in particular, but what he sees in that moment doesn't even get close to his most inconceivable fantasies.

There are two guys, one of them is leaning against the desk with his head back and his eyes closed, from what Blaine can see, he is half naked, his pants dropped at his ankles. There is another, kneeling in front of him and Blaine learns at once what he's doing from the way he bobs his head.

He stays frozen in the the doorway, petrified by the act that he has only previously seen in porn movies. He swallows hard and he's about to start making his way out of the room when the guy, who is standing, opens his eyes and looks straight at him.

Blaine holds his breath for a few seconds, because those eyes make him forget how to breathe air. Green. Deep shades of green.

They are fixed on his own, almost enchanting him. Blaine in some ways expects the guy to cover himself but he doesn't seem embarrassed by the situation. He simply pulls the kneeling guy's hair harder and moves his hips back and forth.

Blaine really doesn't know what to do, his feet won't move and he can't stop looking the boy in front of him, fascinated as he's blown against the desk. He can't stop watching him; in fact, he doesn't want to stop watching him and suddenly he realizes his cheeks are warm but before he can say or do anything, he hears the green eyed guy chuckle softly.

"You better get an appointment, babe. I'm busy now but I guess I could find some time for you."

Those words seem to wake Blaine from his trance; he finds out he can move his feet and with burning cheeks as red as ripe strawberries and no words, rushes out of the room closing the door behind him.

He leans against the wall, taking a hand to rub his closed eyes, trying not to feel too embarrassed. He doesn't even know who those guys are, and he already disgraced himself on the first day of school by assisting to that... thing.

He breathes deeply and after fixing his uncomfortably tight pants, moves to the common room looking for his friends. But as he goes, he can't stop thinking about those green hypnotic eyes which almost consumed him.

"Wait, are you telling us that you saw two guys doing... stuff?"

"It was a blowjob, Jeff. Call things by their real names."

"No one missed you James, you know that?"

Blaine laughs with all his friends, while James just glares at Jeff and scoffs at him. He had tried not to tell anything about his previous encounter when he got to see his friends; but they had noticed that something was wrong straight away and made him confess what was on his mind. Now, they won't shut up about it.

"Who was the lucky guy, by the way?"

Blaine shakes his head at Nick's question. "No idea, I've never seen him around."

"Maybe he's new," Wes says grabbing his bottle of water from next to David. "I've heard that this year there are a lot of transferred dudes."

"For real?" Someone asks.

"For real," David confirms, with a yawn. "I've got a new roommate too. His name is Jonathan. He's super funny, just moved here from LA. He said he was close friend with Demi Moore's daughter."

"Nice. Did they fuck?"

"How on Earth would I ask something like that to a guy I've barely known for twenty minutes?"

"I would have done it."

"You are hopeless, James."

Everybody burst into a loud laughter and Blaine can't avoid thinking that this is where he belongs; among these stupid and caring boys who love him no matter what and thanks to them, his worries about those boys in the empty classroom slowly fade away from his mind.

"Anyway, I've got a new roommate too," Blaine adds as soon as the room is quiet again, drawing the audience on himself.

"What's his name?"

"Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe. Do you know him?"

Nobody answers, but he's not worried about it. He can get to know him right after dinner and after all, they'll have months to become friends.

"Maybe this Sebastian guy is gay! Maybe our little Blainers can finally get laid!"

"God Jim, how many times do I have to tell you that I really hate that nickname?" Blaine lets out an exasperated sigh, while the guys around them chuckle.

"But Blainers is too cute!" Jeff laughs, ruffling his dark curls. "And you know we are worried about you virtue!"

"Jeff, are we living in the same age? Only my Granny says virtue nowadays!"

"I'm polite and you are an idiot, deal with it."

"No, you' re just not getting laid."

"Anyway," Blaine interrupts his friends' discussion trying to hide his rosy red cheeks. "I am able to look after my... virtue. I don't need you to worry about it, thank you."

As he supposed, nobody believes his words, they all look at him smiling broadly and chuckling softly.

"Why are you laughing now?"

"Poor Blainers. Poor Blainers who doesn't get laid."

"James!"

"What? It's the truth!"

"Oh well, so I guess you don't wanna know anything about the waiter of the Country club."

Everybody get silent and look at him, wide eyed.

"Are you telling me that this Smythe guy won't get the chance to put his hands on your butt?"

"For God's sake, Jim shut up! There are more important things to talk about," Nick cuts him off, eyeing Blaine curiously. "For example, Blaine, were you talking about a waiter?"

Blaine bursts into laughter and starts telling them about his long and boring summer, trying not to focus on Sebastian Smythe and all the things his friends told him.

But he really can't take his mind off those mysterious deep green eyes.

Dinner is as lovely as Blaine remembers it. He laughs, speaks with a lot of people and is genuinely happy. He is at home, finally.

His story about his forbidden kisses with the waiter in the locker room of the country club is immediately a great success, everybody gets disappointed as soon as they learn that they just kissed and nothing more.

He tries to get to know is new roommate, but unfortunately nobody has met him, Sebastian seem to have skipped dinner. Blaine also looks for those deep green eyes, but there's no sign of them anywhere.

He feels himself getting anxious as soon as he says goodnight to his friends and heads to his room to go to bed and to finally meet Sebastian. He really can't wait to see what he looks like.

He reaches his room with just that thought in mind. He opens the door with trembling hands, the room is empty again; the big suitcase is open on the floor and there are some crumpled clothes on his roommate's bed.

Suddenly he notices that the bathroom lights are on and that there's someone in there. He smiles and smoothes his hair; he is about to say something when the door opens and Blaine's jaw drops to the floor.

The first thing he sees is that the guy standing before him is wearing just a pair of dark tight boxers on a very handsome and totally sexy body.

The second is the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his hand ruffling his dark blond hair.

The third are his eyes. Green. Deep green eyes which leave him breathless because he has already seen those eyes today.

He tried to forget them but he really couldn't.

Sebastian his new roommate, the guy with whom he'll spend the entire school year, is the blowjob guy.

Fuck. This must is a nightmare.

But Blaine realizes it's not some kind of bad dream as soon as a big smile appears on Sebastian's lips.

"Perfect timing, I'm ready to rock your world babe. Top or bottom, Blaine Anderson?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's not a difficult question." Sebastian raises an eyebrow. "Top or bottom? Would you like to have a cock up-"

"I-I know what those words mean, thank you." Blaine cuts him off, totally embarrassed by the situation. This guy can't be serious.

"So? What do you prefer?" Sebastian goes on, leaving his toothbrush in the bathroom and switching off the light.

"But... but you... you don't even know who I am!"

Sebastian smiles and shakes his head. "Oh babe, I don't care who you are. We don't need to know each other to have some fun. Anyway, you look like a total bottom, you know, the ones who like to beg for it. Lube and condoms are in the top pocket of my suitcase. My bed or yours? Or maybe you prefer it against the wall?"

Blaine lets his jaw nearly touch the floor, he babbles something he, himself, can't even understand, but it's when Sebastian looks at him with greedy eyes that he manages to speak properly what's on his mind.

"I am totally not having sex with you!" he shouts gesturing at him.

"Why not?"

Blaine can't find an answer. He actually can think of a million things to say to this arrogant boy, but his mouth is not catching up with his thoughts.

"Well, while you think about it you can come here babe, you are hot."

Blaine shakes his head and takes a step backward, almost chuckling for the absurdity of the situation.

"Ok, listen to me. First, I don't know who you are. Second, I don't want to have sex with you. Third, you are the guy I saw today in that-"

"Enjoy the show?" Sebastian smiles, biting his lip.

Blaine hesitates and regrets doing it at once. "What? N-No!"

"You sure? You don't seem so sure."

"I'm sure!" Blaine is about to lose his mind because of this boys insolent attitude.

"Oh, I see..." Sebastian cuts him off with a chuckle, ruffling his hair with a sigh.

There something in that look that embarrasses Blaine, reddens his cheeks and makes him uncomfortable.

"You see... what?"

"You're a virgin."

Blaine swallows hard and almost chokes on his spit. He knows he's a virgin, his friends spent the entire dinner reminding him that but they never made him feel uncomfortable with that statement.

The way Sebastian points it out makes him feel little and in need for comfort. He almost feels guilty.

He has known Sebastian for ten minutes but those words... they hurt. They shouldn't hurt, but they do and Sebastian knows it, he can read the pain on Blaine's face.

"...So?"

Sebastian bends his head with a smile. "Nothing, but your bashful school boy thing is super hot."

Blaine doesn't know how to answer to that. Was that some sort of compliment or one of his sexual innuendo? He blushes and shakes his head, trying to hide his red cheeks and not look at Sebastian's naked body, which, by the way, is still very tempting.

He wants to say something, but Sebastian precedes him taking a step forward towards him.

"Come on, take off your clothes, I'll teach you how to give head, so that we don't blow off the evening."

Blaine stares at him with wide eyes, taking a step backwards and shaking his head.

"Sebastian," he says, realizing that this is the first time he's actually pronounced his name. "Maybe you didn't get me. I don't want to have sex with you. Not now, nor never. So, please stop it here before something unpleasant happens. Thank you."

"Are you sure about that never? I have all school year, after all. And you are smoking hot."

Blaine frowns at him. "That sounds like a threat."

Sebastian bursts into laughter before sitting on his bed and looking for something in his suitcase. "Oh babe, it's not a threat. See it more as a promise."

Blaine still doesn't get him, doesn't understand why he has to behave this way, making him feel weird and uncomfortable. They've totally started in the worst way ever.

He's about to catch his pajama in the drawer when he notices Sebastian drawing out a cigarette from a little box, taking it to his mouth and grabbing a lighter from the bedside table.

"No smoking in here." Blaine says glacial, giving him a disapproving look.

Sebastian raises his eyes to frown at him. "You are joking, right?"

"No, I'm not. No smoking in here. It makes everything smell bad and I don't want to sleep in a room which stinks. You're not allowed to smoke in here."

Sebastian scoffs at him and places the cigarette between his lips, trying to light it. Unfortunately for him, Blaine is faster. He grabs it and moves it away from his mouth.

"No cigarettes in this room. I'm calling the keeper."

Sebastian widens his green eyes in shock, before cursing, standing up from his bed and taking back his cigarette from between Blaine's fingers.

"What a fucking boring roommate I've got. Puritan, healthy, irritating and just a pain in the ass. I bet you are one of those guys who don't even drink to have fun. Am I right?"

The words hurt Blaine, but he doesn't even get the chance to answer, since Sebastian precedes him.

"Oh wait. You are totally one of those dumbasses who get drunk with just one beer. You are so pathetic."

Blaine doesn't know what to say. Sebastian's words are harsh and make him feel bad and hurt. He would like to respond to the insults, but he can't find the courage to do it, so he watches as Sebastian leaves, cursing at him and slamming the door closed without even looking at him.

Blaine can't understand what he did wrong to deserve these words and behavior.

He curls up on his bed, snuggling under the covers, trying to make up his mind of what just happened, but the more he thinks about it, the less thing make sense and eventually he falls asleep this way, with his tracksuit on and his mind full of doubts, while the feeling of being finally home fades away through the night.

I originally wrote this fanfiction in my native language, which is Italian, so this is a mere translation into English made by me and corrected by lovely Jen aka killersmythe. This story is already finished, I'll try to update it as soon as I can, and I really hope you guys like it. The title comes from the song Stay by The Hurts. Let me know what you think!

Special thanks to killersmythe for dealing with my bad English and to ilarina for making this fanfiction happen.