Hello everyone! This is a Slaine story written by my best friend who doesn't have an account, so I will be posting it for her. We hope to have a chapter up at least once a week.

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Blaine blew his nose hard into a tissue as Sebastian Smythe rubbed soothing circles on his back and sat still whilst Blaine cried into his navy shirt. Kurt had broken up with Blaine the day before, and Blaine was still sobbing his broken heart out, sat on Sebastian's bed at Dalton, watching chick flick after chick flick.

"He can't have been worth it anyway," said Sebastian reassuringly.

"B-but he was!" Blaine stammered, "I miss him so much already!"

"Well why don't you do something to ease the pain?" asked Sebastian.

"I am! Crying it out is sometimes the best thing to do,"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows and reached under the bed. He fumbled around for a moment before pulling out a bottle of vodka.

"This should help," he said, unscrewing the lid and handing it to Blaine.

"I can't drink that," Blaine said.

"Yes you can," replied Sebastian, taking a swig straight from the bottle himself, "it'll help."

So what could Blaine do for the rest of the night but drown his sorrows with three swigs from the large glass bottle. And cry, and watch movies, until eventually he fell asleep on his friend.

..

"Blaine? Blaine, you awake?"

Sebastian shook Blaine from his deep sleep until he started to show signs that he was awake.

"Nope, I'm skydiving," murmured Blaine groggily, clearly annoyed with his friend.

"It's morning. You slept the whole night here."

"I did?"

"Yep. You were sleep talking,"

"I was?"

"Uh-huh," Blaine hadn't yet realised the adoring tone in Sebastian's voice, or Seb's hand in Blaine's hair.

"What did I say?"

"It doesn't matter,"

Blaine propped himself up against a pillow and looked into Sebastian's blue eyes. They were alight with a mischievous glint dancing in them.

"What did I say Sebastian?"

Sebastian got up from the bed and began getting dressed. He took off his shirt, searching in his wardrobe for another one. Blaine glimpsed his muscular torso as he did so and instantly mentally slapped himself. Don't be stupid, he told himself, He's just a great friend.

"Sebastian! What did I say?"

"Some stuff about me..." Sebastian grinned. Blaine rolled his eyes and gave his friend a playful shove.

"Tell me!"

"And what would be the fun of that?"

Blaine sighed and decided to drop it. Sebastian was annoying at the best of times, and Blaine knew Sebastian could drive him insane if he carried on pushing for an answer. So Blaine forgot about his sleep talking, but it would be on his mind for the rest of the day. He made the bed and started to tidy Seb's room. Sebastian, on the other hand, started watching TV and eating sugary cereal. He signalled to Blaine to join him, who shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Do you know what they put in those cereals?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and motioned for Blaine to sit down again.

"Hummel has brainwashed you," Seb said.

"What?"

"'Do you know what they put in those cereals?' Honestly, we used to scoff Frosties together on the sofas here at Dalton, and now your boyfriend has not allowed you to eat cereal?"

"I didn't say he didn't allow it," Blaine protested.

"But did he approve?" pointed out Sebastian.

"Um..." Blaine gave in.

Sebastian sighed deeply and let Blaine change his favourite TV show that was on the TV. They watched the show for a while, Sebastian occasionally topping up his bowl with a mixture of sugar-coated flakes.

After about an hour, Sebastian's arm was around Blaine, and Blaine's head rested on his friend's shoulder. Blaine, confused and upset by the whole situation of his breakup with Kurt, was blinded by the clear, obvious truth that Seb was completely in love with him, but Seb didn't want him to know. Blaine closed his eyes as Sebastian massaged his back, his neck, his shoulders, and willed him to relax. Eventually, he ended up lying back and putting his head on Sebastian's knees, his body stretched out on the sofa as Seb gently stroked his hair. Sebastian took his hand and held it tightly in his own, and Blaine eventually fell asleep.

Sebastian Smythe was always a troublemaker, and now, since Blaine was asleep, he would normally take advantage of the shorter boy's lack of control - it was a common thing for you to wake up at Sebastian Smythe's house with a full face of stage make-up or having had all your stuff trashed, or finding that all of your chocolate had been eaten. But something stopped him - he needed to gain Blaine's trust in order for him to like him back. He also needed time, so that Blaine could heal from his breakup with Kurt, and lots and lots of chocolate. Yeah, that should work. He gently got up from the sofa and placed a pillow underneath Blaine's head to let him sleep. He went off to find his homework, gathered his folders and started to work at the coffee table near Blaine. Sebastian had one of the most elite rooms at Dalton, with its own living room, because his father could afford it. As he began working, he was distracted by Blaine's sleeping form and gazed at it for minutes on end before remembering he had a task to complete.

The next day, Blaine left to go back home to his parents ready for school on Monday. Tomorrow he would have to face his boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - for the first time since their devastating breakup, and also all of his friends' unnecessary sympathy and the kindness that just made the whole situation worse. Blaine decided he might just be ill that day as he waved goodbye to Sebastian from his car. McKinley was so different to Dalton, and even though he had been happy after transferring, he still felt a pang whenever he saw the black and red uniforms. Dalton had transformed him as a person for the better, made him more confident and secure, and was his old home. A home he missed.

It had been his fault that him and Kurt separated. James had looked perfect online on his profile, and when the pair started chatting Blaine was sucked in. James knew just how to charm him and lure him in, and soon they were planning to meet up. For weeks Blaine had hidden the flirtatious text messages, deleted the sexy Instagram comments and kept his dream boy a secret, because Kurt was his dream boy...wasn't he? It had confused Blaine so much, because he had never been anyone's boyfriend before, and Kurt was his first experience. And he had never been tempted before, like with James, or in a situation where he felt he shouldn't be tempted. Blaine mentally kicked himself as he thought of the hurt Kurt was going through, that he had caused. How could he have been so selfish? How could he have let James kiss him, touch him, claim him and mark him as a cheater? He was so stupid.

That night, when Blaine's father ignored him and his mother fussed over him, he felt so lonely, and when he reached for his phone he suddenly remembered Kurt wouldn't be on the other end. The breakup suddenly hit home, and he cried himself to sleep that night.