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Blaine Anderson was, inside, very softhearted, easily moved to pity, and had a conscience like sellotape. Things stuck with him for years. Also, he was easily moved to pity. As a child, perhaps while he was still a little too young for it, he'd been taken to see a production of An Inspector Calls at the theatre, and it had had a very profound effect upon him. Since then, he'd always been careful to always help others when they were in need, whether that meant going out of his own way, or comfort zone, so be it. He saw everyone in the world as being responsible for each other. It didn't matter what, or who-Blaine would always stop, and provide help and support to anyone who needed it. As Dumbledore said "Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it". And of course, if Dumbledore said it, it was true.

So, whilst out, on a trip to the shop to buy a newspaper for his father and perhaps some gum, when he heard a small, strangled "Mew!" in the bushes along the sidewalk, of course he stopped. Careful not to scrape along any sharp branches, he parted the browning evergreen leaves and looked in. Just beyond his reach was a small clearing-where the smallest kitten Blaine had ever seen was stuck between two branches, struggling and calling out for help.

The kitten was grey tabby, it's eyes big and blue. As the eyes were open, it could not have been that young, but it was the size of a newborn. Only skinnier. It looked malnourished, and the fur was straggly. There was no collar, no sign of it being loved by anyone. It was certainly too young to be away from it's mother. This little cat had obviously been trying to go it alone for a while. Blaine's heartstrings tugged, and he knew this creature would not survive much longer if left alone.

He thought for a second. There was an animal rescue centre a few blocks down-

"Mew!"

The kitten had noticed Blaine, it's blue marble-like eyes urgent, desperate.

"It's okay," He made his voice soft, comforting. The little kitten was actually shivering in the bitter December air. "I'm gonna get you out of there, okay, little one?"

The creature mewed again, making it clear it was trapped. It had obviously decided Blaine was it's last chance. Suddenly, he felt very responsible indeed. He had to help this animal out, get it to safety. It seemed like an obligation-but Blaine was all too pleased to do it.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," he reassured the kitten. He leaned into the bush, branches scraping his clothes like sharp witches' talons scrabbling at him, but he ignored it. Just a little further-

"Ow!"

A razor-sharp edge of a branch had cut across his exposed forearm, breaking the skin. Blaine could feel blood beginning to seep out-but he dismissed the pain, concentrating on the task in hand. The kitten looked a little bothered by his hiss of pain, anxiously eye-balling him.

"It's okay, honey, it's all good," he told it gently. Now, he was close enough-but didn't touch it. Slowly, oh so slowly and gently, he eased the braches trapping the cat apart-and the tabby shot out in a blur of fur. It flew past Blaine's cheek and out of the bushes.

Blaine smiled-it was a nice feeling. Carefully, he eased himself out, not wanting to upset any other wildlife that might be there. He straightened up, brushing parts of twigs and leaves off his clothes-then started as he saw the kitten sat on the pavement, looking up at him expectantly.

"Oh! Hello," He'd thought it would run off the moment it was free-but apparently not. It blinked up at him, it's eyes reading "I trust you"

Right. Okay then. Awwh. "You want to go to the shelter, then?" he asked it, his voice higher-pitched than usual. "There's people who can help you there, hmm?"

The look he got back was clearly a yes. Blaine did wonder sometimes if animals could understand everything we say. Maybe they understood the world better, watching it without trying to change the landscape, cut down the forests, build cities in the fields, spoil the sky with fumes and gas. Maybe they resented humans, polluting the earth, and there was nothing they could say or do, forever silent, trying so hard to be heard. Maybe that's why creatures run when you come near them.

But not this kitty. Suddenly, it was rubbing it's skinny body around Blaine's ankles. He jumped a little, surprised, and almost tripped-but regained his balance just in time. "Okay then,"

He wondered how to get it two blocks south. He didn't really want to pick it up-there was no way he could know how it would react. Maybe if he just walked…

Sure enough, the kitten began to follow him, barely a few inches behind, looking up at him like he knew where he was going. Blaine was touched. He'd always sort of had cats down as independent beings-but this one wanted to be looked after.

Pausing, he bent down and scratched it gently behind it's twitchy ears. It made a little sound Blaine was sure was a purr. They weren't too far now from the shelter-but Blaine would be almost sorry to see it go. But that was the way. Hey, maybe he was wrong. Maybe it had a family; it just got out. Or maybe it had been abandoned.

"Who could abandon you, hey?" he said softly, stroking it's damp fur. It sniffed his hand affectionatly, it's whiskers tickling his palm.

"Well, I haven't seen you for, like, two weeks, mister-you saw no problem abandoning me!"

Blaine looked up-to see a pair of designer shoes stood in front of him. The legs attached to them were clothed in smart trousers Blaine recognised immediately. Hell, there was a pair still in his closet.

And there was definitely no mistaking that voice, that slight sneer that always appeared, whatever he said.

Sebastian grinned down at him, eyeing him up like a slice of chocolate cake. "Why, hello there, gorgeous,"

"So do you, like, go around helping pitiful lost creatures, then?"

Blaine wasn't quite sure how this had happened, but somehow, after dropping the kitten off, he and Sebastian had ended up in a cafe drinking coffee. Since when did Sebastian know his coffee order? It had happened so fast, Blaine hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to the little cat. But it couldn't be helped. The guy he was with was very persistant-and evidently efficiant.

"Urm...well..." Blaine took a sip of coffee.

"Oh, what happened to your arm? One of your crazy adventures?" Sebastian winked.

"Oh," Blaine had forgotten about the wound he'd received in the Grand Kitten Rescue. It seemed a small price to pay though. However, Sebastian seemed to think it was a pretty big thing. He took hold of Blaine's forearm and inspected the cut, which was still seeping drops of scarlet blood.

"Ooohh, looks bad...but hot," He winked again. "Want me to kiss it better?"

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat. God, as (overly) friendly as Sebastian was, he always felt a little uncomfortable around him. It was the flirting-the shameless, obvious flirting. Now, if Blaine was perfectly honest with himself, he guessed he was a little flattered. I mean, Sebastian was very handsome, no denying that. And he didn't seem like a bad guy...but he could never compare to-

"Oh my Rowling!" Blaine sprang up from the seat. Sebastian looked a bit put out.

"Someone put a pin on the chair?"

"No-it's just-I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be meeting Kurt!"

By the mention of the name-Sebastian's face darkened. But he didn't say anything, just looked disapointed. "Oh..."

Blaine stopped, feeling awkward. "Sorry, man," he tried, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

"Oh, it's okay..."

"Cool," Blaine was pulling on his jacket, trying to remember the best route from here to the park, where he and Kurt had intended to go for a walk together-when suddenly, he looked back at Sebastian.

There was a tear falling down his thin cheek.

"Sebastian?" His eyes widened. "What's wrong?"

Astonishingly, Sebastian had gone from total light composure to absolute grief in about two seconds. His whole skintone had changed, and tears fell fast down his contorted face. He looked-scared?

He cried like Kurt.

"My God, Sebastian?" Worriedly, Blaine crossed over to beside him, kneeling down by his side. He went to take his hand-but Sebastian grabbed it first. "What's happened?"

The boy couldn't speak for several seconds, apart from a series of squeaks and small moaning sounds. "Oh Blaine..." he sobbed. "There's something...I have to-I can't!"

Even more concern bit at Blaine. He'd never seen anyone-even Kurt-cry this hard, or with this much sorrow. "Tell me," he said firmly. "If there's anything I can do to help-"

Sebastian looked up, his thin face coated with tears, his eyes wild-and desperate. "Please, Blaine..." he sobbed. "Something's...wrong,"

"Sebastian?"

Blaine's hand was already almost numb from Sebastian squeezing so tight, like a vice. "What?" There was a definite edge to his voice now.

The answer that came was quiet. It was pitiful, terrified, shaky-but certain. And the worst words anyone could ever hear.

"I'm...I'm dying,"

Uh oh…

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