So... first story posted on here. Reviews and constructive criticism welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters on the show.
Sebastian swaggered into to Lima Bean. The small coffee shop seemed empty today, with only two or so other groups spread across the room. He approached the petite girl behind the counter, giving her a cheeky wink as he requested two medium drips, one with a shot of Courvoisier for himself, of course. Sliding a crisp twenty dollar note across the glass counter, he carried the two drinks to a round table in the far corner of the room and sat on the loveseat beside it, spreading his arm along the back. He only waited a few moments, until one Blaine Anderson walked through the door, smiling sheepishly in his direction.
Sebastian couldn't believe his luck when Blaine agreed to meet him for yet another coffee. Well, actually, that was a lie. He could believe it. If there was one thing Sebastian knew he could do, it was getting what he wanted.
Blaine approached the boy slowly with a polite smile. His palms were sweating as he rubbed them together. There was no denying that Sebastian made him nervous. It wasn't as if he didn't like him. He was nice enough to Blaine, although he wasn't entirely convinced of his intentions, and from what he had seen at Dalton, he was talented too. And he couldn't deny that he had a lot of fun with Sebastian at Scandals when he took him and Kurt. He was just so... forward. And Blaine was naturally intimidated by it.
"Blaine Anderson!" Sebastian grinned. He didn't get up to greet Blaine, he simply slid to one side of the sofa, patting the leather beside him. Blaine gave a bashful smile in response, sitting next to Sebastian. He rubbed his sweaty palms up and down the material of his chord trousers. "I got your coffee, handsome." Sebastian said, pushing one of the cups in his direction.
"Oh, uh thanks" Blaine smiled, nervously. He collected his drink under the watchful eye of Sebastian. A smirk remained on the taller boy's face as small talk began. The pair chatted about the Warblers and competitions, and Blaine listened, fascinated, as Sebastian shared another Paris anecdote. Blaine truly was blown away by Sebastian's experiences. In some ways, he envied the boy. He had done so much that Blaine could only dream of. He seemed so content, even if he was a little smug about it.
"That's... that's really something special. I mean, that must have been incredible!" Blaine enthused, in response to another Paris story.
Sebastian shrugged. "It was," he said, gloating slightly. "It's a shame I didn't have someone to share the awesome with." Sebastian winked at Blaine.
Blaine didn't catch on. Blaine never caught on. It made Sebastian laugh a little.
"But you had your family, right?" he asked, with such innocence. He was so naive. That really did make Sebastian laugh. Maybe somebody I give a shit about, he thought.
"Hmm, yeah." Sebastian mumbled in a sarcastic tone, taking a sip of his coffee.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. He stared at Sebastian, questioning him with his eyes. But Sebastian didn't answer. He just shrugged. A change of subject was needed.
"So, Warbler. When are we going partying again?" Sebastian asked, crossing his left leg over his right, leaning back slightly. Blaine shifted a little, giving an awkward laugh.
"I'm not sure that'll be any time soon. I don't think Kurt had the best of times..." he said. Blaine cleared his throat. Was it just his eyes, or was Sebastian edging closer?
"Kurt doesn't have to come with us, Blaine," Sebastian said. "He trusts you... doesn't he?" Sebastian's voice was low, and slightly croaky. He tilted his head just a little, grinning to himself. Blaine's bright eyes were getting wider as his pupils dilated. A sign of attraction no one can control, Sebastian thought, smirking widely.
Blaine's lips parted, and his reaction was delayed. "Wha- no... I mean, yeah he trusts me. But I can't just- I couldn't come without him." Blaine was stuttering. He stuttered when he was nervous. And right about now, nervous would be an understatement. What is he doing? What the hell is wrong with me?
Sebastian scooted closer to Blaine. His eyes narrowed and his voice was barely audible. "Why's that, Blaine? You do trust yourself... don't you?" There as seduction in his voice. He was seducing Blaine. Blaine was being seduced.
Sebastian was very close. Blaine wanted to push him away, but he couldn't. And then, just like that, Sebastian's lips were on his.
Kurt Hummel walked casually into Lima Bean, flicking a strand of hair from his eye. A non-fat mocha was very much needed after a shift at his dad's garage.
That's when his eyes met with a familiar pair. Those of Sebastian Smythe. He was making out in the corner with-
He was kissing Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Kurt's boyfriend.
Sebastian saw Kurt standing a distance away, staring at them in disbelief. He looked crush. Excellent. He grabbed Blaine by the waste, pulling him almost on top of him.
Woah. All of a sudden, Blaine was pelted with a harsh sense of guilt. He pushed himself off Sebastian. He stood up. No, he jumped up. He was furious. He glanced around the look, to find several looks of disapproval directed his way. One of them came from his boyfriend. His broken-hearted boyfriend. He had seen that. Shit.
Kurt turned on his heel and ran from the coffee shop.
"What the fuck was that?" Blaine yelled, attempting to mute out the cursing. People were staring.
"What?" Sebastian shrugged. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that, Bla-" he could not finish. Blaine's outraged voice interrupted quickly.
"Sebastian, what are you playing at? When are you going to realise that you're never going to get me? What kind of twisted fucking game are you playing?" Blaine yelled. Let people stare.
Sebastian stood up to reason with Blaine. No. He wasn't even going to get the chance.
"You mean nothing to me, Sebastian." Blaine said. His words punctured Sebastian, somehow. "Nothing at all. You're just some... some twisted little boy playing a sick little game. I don't want you in my life. Not now, not ever, okay?"
Sebastian felt vulnerable. This feeling was alien. "Blaine, will you just-" he was interrupted again.
"Just drop dead, Sebastian." Blaine spat. And with that, he stormed out. No doubt, to chase after his boyfriend. Not that he would even consider showing it, but Blaine was hit with a jolt of regret as those final words left his mouth. He didn't mean that. He wouldn't wish that on anyone. But that didn't mean he wasn't fucking furious.
Sebastian stood for a moment. He stood as people stared. They whispered to one another. Blaine's words echoed in his head. You mean nothing to me. Nothing at all.
He just needed to get home.
Sebastian pulled up onto his empty drive way. His parents weren't home. His parents were never home. He stepped into the hallowed hall. It felt empty. Or maybe it was just him. Sebastian felt empty.
He threw his satchel onto the stairs and shuffled into the kitchen. He searched the cupboards for the dinner he would be eating alone tonight. Again. He didn't want anything. He could never really cook anyway.
As he slumped onto his sofa, planning on lying in the chilling silence for as long as he could stand it, when the front door opened clunked open and slammed shut.
"SEBASTIAN!" the familiar voice bellowed. It echoed in the hall. Oh no. His dad's yell was even more chilling than the silence it had followed. Sebastian winced, his eyes falling tightly shut. He couldn't help but wonder what he had done this time.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" his dad screamed. The voice was getting closer, until his dad was standing over him. Sebastian found himself being grabbed by his shirt, yanked upwards, and then he was on his feet. "I attend my weekly meeting with the sales team and what do I hear?" he said, through gritted teeth.
Sebastian shook his head. He couldn't speak.
"I'm told that my son," he spat, accompanying his words with a harsh blow to Sebastian's stomach, causing the boy to double over in pain, "was forcing his tongue down some guy's throat," he repeats his violent action," in public!". Sebastian winced, as head was dragged upwards by his hair. His dad's rough fingers grabbed his face, pulling at the skin as he leaned forward. "It's disgusting. Not only did you cause a scene that disgraced our family, once again, but you had the cheek to act on your repulsive... preferences!" he growled.
Sebastian fought back his tears with all his might. "Is that what this is about? That I'm gay?" he questioned with a weak, trembling voice. He realised straight away that he should have kept quiet, as his words were punished with yet another vicious blow, this time to the side of his face. His father's clenched fist crashed against Sebastian's cheek bone, causing a hiss of pain to escape him.
His father spoke again in threatening, hushed tones. "No son of mine will be gay." After one more hit, Sebastian became almost hysterical. Words came flying out of his mouth before he had the sense to stop them.
"So why don't you just put me back into therapy, huh dad? Because some bitch pretending to care about me did the world of good, right? Maybe if I go back, they can talk the gay out of me, because you're sick of trying." He had lost all control, over his words, his actions, himself. "I'm gay, dad! You can beat the crap out of me, you can send me to fucking therapy, you can feed me all the pills you want, okay? I don't give a fuck anymore. But I'm not changing for you."
Sebastian's father began to laugh a sadistic chuckle. His attempts of standing up for himself were just a joke. Sebastian felt worthless. It seemed there was nothing left inside of him to stand up for.
Dismissing his son's speech completely, his father spoke like nothing had been said. "Your mother and I are going to San Fransisco until next Friday. By the time we return, you're going to be normal, or not here at all." His words were cold. He showed no emotion. Kicking Sebastian once more for good measure, he walked casually to the door. "We'd be better off without you." He spat, before he headed upstairs to collect his suitcase.
Sebastian sunk to the floor. His hands cupped his elbows, holding his knees up against his chest. He didn't dare make a noise, but the tear rolling down his swollen, bruised cheek was beyond his control.
Without a goodbye, the front door slammed once again. Sebastian was alone, once again. He was alone to listen to the voices repeat and echo in his numbing mind.
"You mean nothing to me."
"Drop dead, Sebastian."
"We'd be better off without you."
Blaine Anderson sat alone in his room, undecided about what he should do. After the incident in the coffee shop, he had managed to track Kurt down. He had explained everything, that it was Sebastian and not him. He'd sworn that Kurt was the one he loved and that nothing would ever change that.
Kurt was upset. Of course he was upset; he had every right to be, and more. He forgave Blaine, but only just. He insisted that Blaine went to speak to Sebastian. Kurt was never one for confrontations, and wanted this to be settled civilly, but bluntly. And this wasn't something Blaine looked forward too.
Blaine was still incredibly angry, and wasn't sure how well he would do with the civil side. But that wasn't the only problem. Blaine still felt horrible guilt over what he had said to Sebastian. He had never been a malicious person. Sure, he had a temper, but he would never wish death upon somebody and mean it. He needed to apologise for that, regardless of what else would be said.
And so reluctantly, Blaine made his way to Sebastian's house. He recognised Sebastian's car occupying the drive, so he settled for a parking space around the corner. The air outside was chilled, an eerie wind whistled through Blaine's ears. He really wasn't feeling positive about this. He pulled up the collar of his coat and rushed up to the front door.
His knuckles knocked the solid wood three times. On the third knock, the door rattled slightly. The wooden door was loose from the hinges. It was clearly damaged. Somebody was pissed, Blaine thought to himself, picturing Sebastian slamming the door in a jealous rage. He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the image.
There was no answer. Blaine repeated his actions, knocking three more times. He waited again. No answer. And just out of curiosity, Blaine nudged the door forward. It slid open with little more than a creek. Blaine's eyebrow rose. The house was silent. Was he even home?
"Sebastian?" Blaine called. His voice echoed in the empty hall. He shuddered slightly; it wasn't pleasant. There was no reply, just a deafening silence. Blaine repeated himself. Again, no voice answered him. Instead, there was a crash. It came from upstairs. He was sure there was smashing glass, too. Blaine's eyes widened, running up the stairs cautiously.
Sebastian heard a voice calling him. He began to laugh. He told himself it's just another person who pretends to care about him, because nobody really does. He took another heavy swig from the bottle of whiskey in hand, the liquid burning the back of his throat. He suddenly regretted throwing the vodka at the wall, he always preferred the taste. He picked up a piece of the broken glass, and sat on the edge of the bath. Laughing to himself still, he takes the glass to his arm, drawing a stinging red line across his upper forearm. And another, and then two more. The blood humoured him. The pain humoured him, even just for a moment. The voice drew closer. This person was going to find him. They would shout at him, most likely. Call him selfish. Arrogant. Worthless. But that was what he was.
He rushed to the cabinet. His vision was blurred. His mind was hazy. He fumbled through the bottles, smashing one or two against the sink. His hands found a familiar container. Placing the whiskey on the floor, his shaking hands popped off the lid. He turned the container upside down and tipped a small pile of his anti-depressants into the palm of his hand. He used the back of his wrist to wipe the layer of sweat forming on his forehead. He winced as his clumsy, drunken limbs collided with the dark bruise on his cheekbone. His arm was shedding a considerable amount of blood too, and the pain was hard to ignore. But he couldn't let that distract him, not now. He laughed again, finding the situation most ironic. Here he was, about to destroy his body with the pills that kept him smiling for years. The only thing that kept him going was the only thing that could finish him off. He felt a throbbing pain in his chest as the nerves built up within him. He raised his hand to his mouth, dropping the white pills into his mouth.
That was when the door flung open.
"Oh my f- Sebastian!" Blaine exclaimed in a state of panic, rushing to the boy's side. His eyes dropped to the red seeping from the boy's arm. "No..." he whispered. Sebastian then raised the whiskey to his quivering lips, swallowing hard as the pills struggled down his throat.
"Sebastian!" Blaine screamed, snatching the bottle from his shaking hands. Blaine's hands rose to his temples, running a hand through his gelled black curls. What was he supposed to do? How many had he taken? How much had he drunk? Blaine's mind was exploding with questions that only the hysterical mess before him could answer.
Blaine dropped to his knees, pulling Sebastian down with him. His body was becoming limp. "Come on!" He growled under his breath. Somehow, the right idea came to him.
Blaine hunched Sebastian's body over the side of the bathtub. His breathing became heavy in an attempt to calm himself. He took his hand and forced his fingers down Sebastian's throat. It was the only way, wasn't it?
It was working.
Blaine felt Sebastian's throat contract as he choked, bringing a blast of hot, thick liquid up out of his mouth. Sebastian croaked and wretched as the vodka, the whiskey and most importantly, the pills were forced back up through his body. Blaine rubbed the boy's back with his free hand, only hoping that what he had done was for the best. Sebastian continued to heave until he was completely empty. He was choking on air. It was gone.
Sebastian's body was dragged back to lean against the wall by Blaine's struggling arms. He was conscious, but fragile, and clearly still drunk. He continued to laugh weakly. His breathing slowed down eventually, and he mustered up the ability to speak.
"Thanks for nothing, Blaine Anderson," he said, although his voice was barely above a slow whisper.
Blaine got out his phone immediately, ringing for an ambulance. Sebastian seemed okay, but he couldn't be sure of that.
"You should have jus- just left me..." he said quietly. Blaine ignored the comment.
"Why did you do it? Why did you do this to yourself, Sebastian?" Blaine asked, a sad look on his face. He was genuinely upset. He felt guilty. This was this fault. Blaine told him to drop dead, and Sebastian tried to obey. There was a pain in his chest. What have you done, Blaine?
Sebastian gave a defeated laugh again. There were too many reasons to list them all. "I'm gay," he began, his voice still struggling, "and my dad hates me for it. And my mom is on... she's on his side. And they try to beat it out of me..." Blaine suddenly notices the black eye, the swollen cheek, "and I tried to- but I can't... I like guys, like you... you're beautiful but no, you have Kurt. Kurt's a good boyfriend... he isn't like me. I'm a mess. And I can hide it, can't I? I'm good at hiding it!" Sebastian croaked, his voice broke, and his eyes welled up. More tears that he couldn't stop.
Blaine felt horrible. Guilty. He really did cause this, or at least a part of it. He had no idea. Sebastian needed help. He needed help from Blaine, and any other friends he had. He needed professional help. He needed people to stop pretending to care, and actually care. Blaine took Sebastian's hand in his. The dispute was the least of his worries. Relationships could wait. Sebastian was a walking travesty, and Blaine would do everything in his power to help him, no matter what.