~Blaine never transfered to McKinley~

1.

Blaine slid the pad of his thumb over his phone as he picked it up, watching it light up to reveal no new messages. He quickly slipped it into his pocket and stood to follow his friends out of the Lima Bean.

"Either of you guys need a lift?" Quinn asked, dangling her car keys from her hand. Mike smiled gratefully, before they both turned to Blaine, who was fumbling in his schoolbag.

"I'm alright thanks Q, I wouldn't want you to have to drive all the way back from Dalton!" he paused every few words when he thought he'd found something, but then continued rummaging.

"B, I don't mind, it-" Quinn began to protest, but was immediately cut off.

"My keys are here somewhere Q, and my car is over there, I'm not gonna leave it here" he snapped, immediately biting his lip, hoping to draw his words (or rather the tone he had spat them in) back. Quinn took a step back, her forehead crinkling.

"Alright grumpy, I'll text you during the week sometime" Mike jumped in before placing an arm around Quinn's shoulders and leading her to the car. Blaine went to call them back, but stopped himself almost instantaneously, making a mental note to phone Quinn later.

"You're hot when you're moody" A familiar voice remarked, and you could almost here the smirk on his face.

"Hello Sebastian" Blaine replied, his tone bored and uninterested.

"Well don't sound too excited to see me" Sebastian retorted, turning away, obviously in as good a mood as Blaine. He was surprised at the lack of witty reply, and turned back to see Blaine's hazel eyes transfixed on his right hand. At first Sebastian smirked, his mind jumping to what his hand could be doing to Blaine, but then he realised is was what was in his hand that had Blaine's interest.

"You smoke?" Blaine said with obvious disgust.

"You sing?" Sebastian replied in the same tone, his bad mood now worsening. The last thing he wanted was for Blaine to think even worse of him, he already thought he was a slut.

"Hey that's not the same thing, you could die" Blaine stormed over, forcefully pulling the cigarette from Sebastian's hand and throwing it to the ground, enforcing his point with one final stamp. Sebastian glanced from his hand, to the pavement, back to Blaine, and then back to the pavement, his features contorting in disbelief.

"Bad move Anderson, you clearly don't understand the dynamics of free will, and the fact that you can't tell me what to do," he snapped, moving closer to Blaine and squaring his shoulders. He reached into his pocket and produced a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He watched Blaine's eyes narrow, and stared back in confusion. "Why the fuck do you care anyway? Shouldn't you be getting home to gay-face?"

"Smoking is the leading cause of preventable death, and causes approximately 1 of every 5 deaths in the USA each year. I'm not going to let that happen to you" Blaine muttered, a tone of something unfamiliar to Sebastian seeping through... he couldn't quite put his finger on it as it was masked by determination. It disappeared as soon as it arrived. "Besides, smoking is banned at Dalton, and, as a senior, I have authority to take these off of you"

"We're not at Dalton" Sebastian replied, a playful smirk returning to his lips as he realised how close he was standing to Blaine.

"I'll take these anyway" Blaine's eyes narrowed as Sebastian willingly gave up the cigarettes and the lighter. He knew he probably had plenty more back at Dalton but this was a start. He wasn't going to just sit around while Sebastian killed himself, Sebastian was worth something. "See you at Warbler practice" Blaine mumbled before turning on his heel, immediately feeling the metal of his keys pressing against his leg – they had been in his pocket the whole time. Rolling his eyes, Blaine pulled out his keys and unlocked his car, chucking the cigarettes into the back seat and pulling out of the car park.

Sebastian watched Blaine drive away, not quite sure what to make of their encounter. He'd humoured him this time, it seemed to be something he cared about so whatever, he can easily get some more cigarettes.

Sebastian let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding in, his eyes focused on the retreating form of Blaine's car.

Would you really care if I was gone?