I'm no hero.
(Technically, I guess this is a Seblaine one-shot, but they're not together. So it's more of a Sebastian/Blaine hurt/comfort/angst type thing. I don't know. Who knows what it is. AU, for now, because it doesn't fit cannon at this point. Maybe at some point it will. Both Blaine and Sebastian are at Dalton at this point and Kurt's in New York. So it's in the future. Blaine's senior year and Sebastian's junior year because I've decided that in cannon, Sebastian's a sophomore. Of course, I own none of the characters or any of the dialogue or ideas that I may use both intentionally and unintentionally. I purely own the things I make the characters do. Anything else is property of Glee and its respective writers.)
Blaine cupped a hand over his mouth, trying to stop a gasp he knew was about to leave his mouth.
"Sebastian..." Blaine's mind raced trying to come up with words to possibly comprehend the situation he faced and the terrified boy who sat before him on the step into the Anderson household. The boy's eyes were wide, blue pools staring back at him, filled with pain and dried up tears. Tears that refused to come anymore because there had just been too many. His hair was a mess, no gel and sticking up all over the place. His face was covered in gashes; one particularly deep underneath his right eye that looked like it had just now stopped bleeding, and a scrape about the size of a baseball took up most of the space on his left cheek. Rocks still sat in the wound, latching themselves into the deeper crevices. His left eye was bruised and primarily swollen shut, with barely any of his gorgeous blue irises showing. He had a few other wounds scattered around his face and his wrists showed the harsh blue reality of what had happened. "Ar-Are you okay?" Blaine could only stutter. It wasn't like he and Sebastian were best friends, by any means, but seen him like this… so hurt, so… vulnerable, really got to Blaine.
"I-I'm so sorry, for everything I've done to you. You didn't deserve it. Any of it. No one does. I feel so bad… what I did was awful… and I'm just—" Sebastian's words were barely leaving his lips, his voice cracking every few words as tears fought to exit his eyes. He just looked so absolutely terrified. So Blaine did the only thing he could do. He sat down next to him on the steps, wrapping him into a hug and holding him as tight as he could.
"Hey," Sebastian was crying into his shoulder now, letting the tears flow freely down his cheeks, wincing as the salty substance crashed with the rough skin around the wounds. Blaine rubbed a hand on his back soothingly, shushing him softly. "It's okay. I forgive you. Please… tell me what happened to you…" The taller boy looked up at him through aquamarine eyes and Blaine couldn't help but notice how full of pain they were. He'd never seen anyone's eyes hold that much pain behind them, even when Kurt had first transferred to Dalton or the first time Blaine met him.
"You actually want to know? Even after how terrible I've been to you?" Blaine nodded, holding him tighter.
"Obviously, you wanted my help too. After all, you are sitting on my stairs, bleeding and sobbing. Please, Sebastian, tell me. Who did this to you?"