This is my new Seblaine fic. It will be multichaptered, angsty, and I kind of hope it breaks hearts. That's terrible right? Oops! There will also be some Klaine, but not much. It's gonna get dramatic!

I hope everyone really enjoys this because I'm loving writing it!

The sound of a engine backfiring startled Sebastian were he sat silently against the front door of Blaine's house. He couldn't honestly say how long he had been there, head tucked into the dark space created by his arms being wrapped around his legs. He may have dozed off once or twice, regardless of the dismal temperature and his lack of a proper coat. His hoodie was wrapped so tight around his body, he was pretty sure he had almost made it a second skin.

"Sebastian?" a confused voice called as a door shut quietly.

He looked up, eyes still rimmed red and hair unnaturally messy. He looked terrible, and somewhere in his mind that bothered him, but it wasn't bad enough to want to put forth the effort to hide any of it.

"Blaine," he mumbled, looking up at the welcome face of someone who certainly didn't want him around.

"Sebastian, you look horrible."

He couldn't help but snort, leaning his head back against the door with a soft thud that resonated in his skull and left a dull aching in it's wake. The pain didn't bother him; it was a welcome relief from the thoughts he had been chasing around in his brain all day.

"Thanks for stating the obvious." he replied belatedly, eyes drifting shut. His normal nonchalance was absent and it was clear something was off. If he was being honest, he didn't know why he was here. Blaine hadn't spoken to him in months. After Kurt left for New York, they had cut off all contact. He had first assumed it was because Blaine didn't trust him, but now? He didn't care why. He just needed somewhere... Someone.

Not that he'd admit that. Ever.

"Do you... want to come in?"

He opened his eyes again, taking in the confused look Blaine was wearing. He could tell Blaine wasn't too sure of the offer, but was too polite not to do it. He had been raised better than that, or some other bullshit excuse he'd give if Sebastian asked why.

"Sure." he retorted anyway, standing up slowly and wincing a little as he stretched his legs. He checked his watch idly, noting that it had definitely been at least five hours since he left Dalton.

Five hours, sitting in front of a door that led into an empty house, that was home to a boy that couldn't stand him. He had sunk so low.

He watched as Blaine opened the door, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around himself and go back to crying.

Not that he did that. Hell no. Sebastian didn't cry.

"Come on in." Blaine said softly, pushing open the door and leading the way in. Sebastian followed awkwardly, looking around as Blaine dropped his bag off to the side. "Do you want something to drink?"

The foyer (because there was literally nothing else he could call their lavish entryway that wasn't too plain) was bright and inviting, giving a sense of home that he hadn't seen in quite a few years.

Instantly, he wanted to run.

"I shouldn't even be here." he mumbled finally, turning to walk back out. He had no illusions that Blaine would stop him. In fact, he was sure he heard a sigh of relief from being him until a hand grabbed his upper arm tightly.

"No way." a quiet voice commanded, making him stop. "You look like hell, Sebastian. You were sitting on my porch for God knows how long, you're obviously messed up somehow... Do you really think I'm going to let you walk out?"

He turned to find Blaine looking more fierce then he could ever imagine possible.

"Oh, cut the crap. You don't want me here." he snapped back, jumping straight to the defensive. It was one thing if he knew he was a mess, but a wholly other thing for Blaine to point it out to him.

"True." Blaine agreed instantly, making his stomach lurch slightly. "You're right. If I had to choose between finding you on my porch or coming home to be alone, I'd also choose the second option." he continued, making Sebastian feel worse by the second. "However... I did find you here, and I'm not just going to let you leave without an explanation." he added softly, almost like he was trying to comfort him.

It was bullshit.

"Stop being a fucking martyr." Sebastian grumbled, tugging his arm away and going over to the door again. "Thanks for your porch, though."

Blaine watched him go silently and Sebastian could feel eyes on his back all the way down the driveway. He hunched down into his jacket, flipping the hood up and burying his hands in his pockets. He wanted to believe that was the end of that. He'd go home and deal with his own problems, and Blaine would pretend he was never there.

Too bad he knew Blaine at least well enough to know that was never, ever going to happen.

Blaine sat at his desk, pencil tapping on his Biology book, but his eyes not focusing on anything. He was staring out the window as sheets of rain beat against it, and he couldn't help but wonder if Sebastian made it back to Dalton before all of this started. It wasn't too far but he had been on foot...

'It doesn't matter. He left. Don't worry about him.'

The thoughts were hallow. He was trying to let himself off the hook and get out of helping someone who obviously desperately needed it. The look in Sebastian's eyes when he had first lifted his head;

Frantic. Scared. Lost.

There wasn't a bit of conceit to be found and his smirk had been wiped clean away and Blaine found the whole image unsettling. It had been burnt into his mind, flashing like a beacon every time he tried to force his mind onto something else.

He had tried everything to make it stop. Calling Kurt had been a bust, because he was at rehearsal. Convincing himself it was another ploy hadn't worked either. Even the most practiced actor would never be that convincing. Studying was obviously failing him.

Picking up his phone of the edge of the desk, he scrolled through his contacts slowly until he found Sebastian's number. His finger hesitated only briefly over the green button before he clicked it quickly.

Three rings and then...

"You're reached the voicemail of Sebastian Smythe. Leave a message if you really think I care."

He sighed heavily, hanging up before the beep and tossing his phone on the bed. He almost had himself convinced there was nothing else he could do, but that wasn't fair.

He'd try again in the morning. He had to, because if he didn't, he'd be picturing those frightened and miserable eyes for the rest of his life.