Blaine had been depressed really depressed when he called Sebastian up. It was one night a few months ago. He was sobbing. Sebastian, especially after turning over a new leaf, was there for him. He took him out dancing and drinking to help him forget about Kurt. And when he couldn't stop thinking about Sam, he did the same thing. And even when Blaine ratted out the Warblers, Sebastian told him that it was no big deal and that they could move past it.

And of course, with all of the times they spent together, especially considering how lonely Blaine was, they'd hooked up a few times. And by a few times I mean at least once a week, but up to five times a week, for eight and a half weeks straight. They both agreed that there were no strings, since Sebastian didn't do relationships and Blaine was still stuck on Kurt, but they were both beginning to have feelings for one another. At least that's what Sebastian thought.

But of course, he was proved wrong. The minute Kurt was back in Ohio, Blaine was too busy for him: "Oh Blaine, I rented that movie you wanted to see…" "No, Kurt's taking me out to coffee." "Blaine, I've got the house alone and your favorite type of wine." "No, I'm having dinner with the Kurt, Carole, and his dad." "Blaine do you want to fuck wildly in the back of my car?" "No, I just want to stare at Kurt all day long." And so on. Okay, maybe that's a little exaggerated, but that's how it felt to Sebastian. His non-boyfriend was ditching him to hang out with his other non-boyfriend.

The situation was ridiculous and fucked up. And it's not like Sebastian could strut over to them at the Lima Bean and tell Kurt to get his dirty slut hands off of his man, because a) they were a secret b) Blaine wasn't his man and c) BLAINE'S HANDS WERE ON KURT'S. Maybe old Sebastian would have done something, but this was new Sebastian. He was above that kind of reaction, which really sucked.

Sebastian even watched the New Directions perform at Regionals. He did it because he knew how much of a big deal it was to Blaine. He had to sit in the back so nobody noticed him and he didn't say anything to Blaine afterwards, but it was something nice he wanted to do. He texted Blaine when it ended:

First place. Congratulations, Killer. You did so well.:) –S

You watched?! Thanks, Bas. –B

So are we celebrating tonight? I'm home for the weekend. The house is empty. Again. –S

Oh. I want to… I'm going out to dinner with everybody from the New Directions and then I have plans tonight… Sorry. –B

What kind of plans? –S

A sleepover. –B

With? –S

What's it matter? –B

Doesn't. Just wondering. –S

Kurt. –B

Oh. –S

And that's how it ended. That's how most of Sebastian's suggestions to hang out ended since Kurt was home. But he was going back to New York soon. And Sebastian was nearly counting down the days. He didn't know why it impacted him so much, but it did. He didn't want to admit it, but his feelings for Blaine… they were strong- scary strong.

Finally the day came that Kurt went back to New York. It was like Christmas for Sebastian. He invited Blaine over the next night, and of course, he said yes. Sebastian actually decided to be romantic. He made a big dinner for them, lit some candles, dimmed the lights, and stole some good wine from his parents' collection. He even dressed up a tiny bit.

When Blaine rang the doorbell, Sebastian ran his hand through his hair and put on a confident smirk before opening the door. Something was different about Blaine. His eyes were rimmed slightly red and his posture was slumped, but he had a fake smile on, implying that he didn't want to talk about it. He and Sebastian respected that. When they wanted to pretend they were okay- the other would respect it.

Sebastian pulled him inside, "Hey, sexy."

"Hi." Blaine said with a soft smile.

"Hungry?" Sebastian asked, leading him towards the dining room.

Blaine almost said not really, because he wasn't, but he saw the huge dinner laid out for him. He nodded gently.

"Great. It's all your favorite stuff," Sebastian said, a slight sense of pride in his voice.

"Wow. Thanks." Blaine said softly as he sat at a seat where a plate was already set up for him. Sebastian sat across from him. They ate and carried light, polite conversation. There was almost no substance to their conversation, nor were there any real emotions involved. It was as if they were just acquaintances.

When the dinner was nearing end, Sebastian changed the conversation completely. "Blaine, I have something I want to say…"

"Oh?"

"I… It's about us." Sebastian sighed. Why was he nervous? This was Blaine. Plus, he's Sebastian Smythe. He doesn't get nervous.

"What about us?" Blaine asked, slowly bringing his hand to his mouth to bite on his nails.

"Blaine, I have feelings for you," Sebastian nearly blurted. "Strong feelings. Like, I'm sick and tired of fucking you without being able to hold you. And that's probably the weirdest statement I've ever made, but you're the only person I'll ever make it for."

Blaine looked down at his food, "What do you mean? We cuddle."

"You know that's what I meant," Sebastian said sharply, already knowing this wasn't the reaction he wanted.

Blaine bit his lip, "Sebastian… I love Kurt."

"Why don't you just get over him? It's done with. Why can't we have this?" Sebastian nearly pleaded.

Blaine had tears in his eyes. He shook his head. "This isn't what I want."

"But it's what I want." Sebastian said, voice shaky.

Blaine slowly looked up, "Bas, I care about you, I really do, but Kurt… He's my soulmate. I'm going to be with him until I die. Maybe we're not together right now, but it's only a matter of time."

Sebastian shook his head, looking at Blaine with a biting glare. "Get out."

"Bas… Please don't…" Blaine started, but Sebastian just pointed.

Slowly, Blaine rose out of his seat and to the car. His heart hurt, but he didn't know why. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to pick Kurt? He believed every word Sebastian said, but for some reason, he couldn't say yes to being with him. He needed to wait for Kurt.

Sebastian was asking himself the same why questions as he finished up the bottle of wine alone. He threw out all of the left overs and even broke a few plates in the process. What the hell had happened? That was the first time he ever put himself out there for a guy. And definitely the last. Who else was there to have if not Blaine Anderson?