Glee story I've been working on for awhile. Warnings: Slash, sexy time, self-harm. Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!
"Hey Blaine," Sebastian said sitting across from me.
"Hi," I said softly.
"Okay, what's wrong?"
Sighing I ran a hand through my hair and looked up at him. Right now I had a lot on my mind and it seemed like going to talk to Kurt about any of this was just out of the question.
I wasn't sure if Sebastian was the right person to talk to either. I needed someone that was honest, though not as much as Santana. Since Sebastian was here why not use him.
"Who do you think I am?" I asked calmly.
"What do you mean?" Sebastian asked confused.
"What was your first impression of me?"
"I thought you were sweet, friendly, put together, boring, maybe a bit of a pushover. Why does this matter?"
"Some family came to visit over the weekend. My niece, Vanessa, is five years old and hasn't seen me in a few months. When I went to give her a hug she pulled back and asked who I was. I told her I was Blaine and she laughed. She said that Blaine would never wear something like that and asked who I was again. It took ten minutes before she believed me."
Sebastian gave me a sad smile before standing up and motioning for me to follow him. I had no idea why I felt like I could trust him, but I found myself following him to his car.
The drive was silent and I couldn't figure out where we were going. After a few minutes passed Sebastian pulled into the mall parking lot. Slowly getting out I followed him inside and waited.
"Okay," I said looking around, "What are we doing here?"
"Show me the last outfit your niece saw you in and the outfit from last night," Sebastian said calmly.
Rolling my eyes I walked into a store and picked out cargo pants and a band t-shirt. I started to get the outfit from yesterday when I realized that it would be easier to just point out what I was wearing now.
"That's what she last saw me in," I said pointing to the outfit then at myself, "This is basically what she saw me in last night."
"What do you think is more comfortable?" Sebastian asked leaning against a wall.
"I like them both, but I do prefer that one a little more than this. I mean, I don't even have to do my hair."
"Then why are you wearing that?"
"You have met Kurt, right? And all the guys from Dalton? I mean, I know now that they wouldn't mind, but before… I was enough of a freak already I just wanted to fit in. So I wore the same clothes as everyone else. It just made more sense to keep my style the same after I left Dalton since that's all Kurt knew me in."
"You're pretending to be someone you're not, Blaine. How is your niece supposed to recognize you when you're not dressing the way you want to?"
Staring at Sebastian I realized that he was right. I just didn't want Kurt to hate my outfit because I wasn't being as 'put together' as I normally was. That really just wasn't who I was.
"Blaine," Sebastian said touching my shoulder slightly, "How about I make you a deal?"
"What kind of deal?" I asked confused.
"Skip school with me. Show me who you really are."
Biting my lower lip slightly I nodded my head. Sebastian smiled softly for a second before it formed into a smirk. He grabbed the clothes, took off the tags, and pushed me into a dressing room.
"What are you doing?" I asked before he closed the dressing room door.
"Buying you these clothes," Sebastian said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "If I'm going to get to know you I want you in your normal clothes."
"What about you? Why don't you change out of your uniform?"
"If that's what you want. I'll be right back."
Smiling I quickly changed and started to think. Sebastian did something that caused me to have to get surgery and now I was going to spend a day with him letting him get to know me.
With a quick shake of my head I walked out of the dressing room to find Sebastian already standing there waiting for me. My eyes wondered over him causing my breath to get caught in my throat.
I thought that he was amazing when he was in his uniform, but now he was wearing dark wash jeans, an emerald green t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He looked perfect.
"Hello," Sebastian said smirking.
"Hi," I said swallowing roughly, "Umm… Is that how you normally dress?"
"Yes. I like to live up to my nickname."
"What's that?"
"Lucifer."
Hearing Sebastian call himself Lucifer mixed with the smirk on his face should not have made a shot of heat run through me, but it did. Clearing my throat I moved closer to him and ran a hand through my hair.
"I still have gel in my hair," I said calmly.
"We can fix that," Sebastian said shrugging, "Just go into the bathroom and wash it out."
"My hair will be wet all day then."
"Good thing it's warm out then."
A soft chuckle fell from my lips as I moved past him and went into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror I wondered what I was doing. I felt like myself in these clothes, but with my hair gelled back I was still the guy that went to Dalton.
As I continued to try to figure out who I was I didn't notice the door open and someone slip in. A moment later Sebastian was standing behind me and the sink was turned on.
"I got a towel," Sebastian said in a whisper.
"I don't know if I can do this," I said softly.
"Let me help."
Sebastian placed a hand on my shoulders and pushed me forward. Putting my head under the water I let wash over me. When my hair was finally wet Sebastian slowly started to work his hands through my hair.
Biting the inside of my cheek to hold back the moan that was threatening to slip through my lips I found myself surprised by how gentle Sebastian was. It was the opposite of his personality.
"Turn around," Sebastian said softly.
Doing as he said I moved so I was looking up at him. Once my hair was under the water again Sebastian slowly started to work his hands through my hair again, but his eyes refused to look at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked staring at him.
"Nothing," Sebastian said shrugging, "I think I got it all. Just lean forward and I'll use the towel to dry your hair."
Nodding my head slightly I moved forward and let Sebastian start drying my hair off. He and I were facing each other causing me to look up at him slightly. His eyes were focused on his hands, but they traveled down to meet mine.
Seeing a soft smile come to Sebastian's lips I smiled back at him happily. Sebastian cleared his throat and pulled the towel away while moving so there was room between us.
"I didn't know your hair was curly," Sebastian said staring at me.
"I did a pretty good job of hiding it," I said running my hand through my hair.
"You look better with the curls."
"Thanks."
Sebastian nodded his head a few times before motioning for us to leave the bathroom. Walking out in front of him I made my way towards the front of the store only to stop when I saw that he wasn't beside or behind me.
Turning around I looked around for Sebastian until I found him standing by the cashier. A charming smile came to his lips as he handed the towel to her before grabbing two pairs of sunglasses and putting money down and coming to me.
"Here," Sebastian said handing me a pair.
I cocked my head to the side while Sebastian slipped his sunglasses on. Staring at him I noticed just how dark and sexy he looked, but mostly I saw him as a mystery. One I wanted to solve.
Walking out of the store I couldn't help but smile. Sebastian and I got off to a rough start and middle, but right now it was amazing. It was like he was a completely different person.
"Where do you want to go now?" Sebastian asked opening the car door for me.
"You pick," I said happily.
"I would, but I doubt you'd want to do what I'd suggest."
"Tell me."
Sebastian turned towards me and let out a soft sigh. Surprisingly enough I could see that he was being genuine. He didn't look like he was trying to play me or anything like that.
"Tell me, Sebastian," I said resting a hand on his knee.
"Three Doors Down is having a concert in Indianapolis tomorrow," Sebastian said calmly, "I was going to skip school and drive down there. That's why I had these clothes in my car."
"Let's go."
"You'll miss three days of school, Blaine. Are you sure about this?"
"I haven't been to a real concert in almost two years, Sebastian. Let's go."
"Blaine."
"What? Why can't I go? What would be keeping me back?"
"Kurt."
Hearing my boyfriends name I felt the smile slip from my lips. I hadn't thought about Kurt since I climbed into Sebastian's car. Now I was about to leave on a three day trip with him without another thought.
"Let's go," I said smiling again, "Kurt will understand."
Sebastian stared at me for a moment before smiling slightly and starting the car. Getting comfortable in the passengers seat I turned towards Sebastian and watched him drive.
"Hi," Sebastian said looking at me from the corner of his eyes.
"Hello," I said happily.
"What are you doing?"
"Just watching you drive."
"Blaine, you're insane."
Grinning at Sebastian I pulled out my cell phone and took a picture of him. It wasn't often that I did something like this and I wanted to be able to remember this for the rest of my life.
"Grab my bag from the backseat," Sebastian said calmly.
I cocked an eyebrow before stretching so that I could reach his bag. Picking it up I brought it to the front seat and placed it in my lap. Once I finished moving Sebastian reached over and started to dig through it.
"I could do that for you," I said calmly.
"And have you know what all is in here?" Sebastian said smirking, "Come on, Blaine. Leave a little mystery in our relationship. Anyways, I got it. Here you go. Better resolution then your phone."
Taking the camera from Sebastian I quickly put the bag back and started to take pictures of him again. The more pictures I took the more I realized just how beautiful he was.
As Sebastian pulled up to a stop light he grabbed the camera from me and snapped a few pictures of me. Laughing happily I did random poses until we heard a car horn behind us.
Sebastian handed me the camera with a grin on his face as he started to drive again. Giving him a smile back I wondered if this is how it would always be if I hung out with Sebastian.
I had to admit that he was fun to be around. It was almost like he didn't care about what was going on in the world. All that mattered is what he was doing right now and who he was with.
There had been a time when that was me. When I was just all about the music and about making the people around me feel like they were the most important people in the world.
"I don't know who I am," I said softly.