A/N: Hi everyone! I've been wanting to write a Seblaine story for a while now, and so, here it is! It takes place after the start of Blaine's senior year, but before Sectionals, so the steroid thing never happened.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or most of the characters in this fic (but yay for the one's I do own!)

Chapter 1: The Warning

"But…come on. Please!" Blaine begged.

"We already said no. Now drop it." Fred Anderson snapped.

"I'm 17 years old for goodness sake! I don't need a babysitter."

"Really? Because your childish behavior would beg to differ. You are not an adult, not in my eyes or in the eyes of the law, and so, legally, we cannot leave you to fend for yourself for so many months. Unless of course you want social services to get an anonymous tip that there's an abandoned kid all alone in his house." His father didn't even bother to look up from the newspaper he was currently reading.

Blaine sighed. "I hate the law."

"Yeah well, so do all the criminals who are locked up behind bars right now. Your opinion means nothing."

"What exactly do you think is going to happen to me if you leave me alone? I doubt I'm at the top of any serial killer's 'hit list', and it's not like I don't know how to cook my own food. I can take care of myself and you know it, so why won't you just let me prove it?"

"Blaine, seriously? How many more times do your mother and I have to say no before you start to listen? It has nothing to do with us not trusting you; it has to do with us having to be responsible parents. And until the day you turn 18, you are legally bound to listen to everything we tell you to do. And we are telling to shut your mouth and accept our decision." This time Fred did look up, if only to throw his son a pointed look.

"Okay, but what about the whole 'having to let your children make their own mistakes' thing? How am I supposed to mess up and learn my lessons if you and mom constantly coddle me?" He was desperate.

"Luckily for me, it is up to every parent how they decide to raise their children, and I choose to raise my children, well my youngest child, in a manner that will ensure he is mature and sensible enough to avoid making stupid choices that he will inevitably regret later. I strongly believed that I was making progress, at least up until you started acting like a spoilt brat who doesn't like it when he can't get what he wants."

Blaine suddenly felt foolish. His father was right; he was acting like a spoilt brat. He knew that his parents were only doing this because of how much they cared about him, and he was making things very difficult for them. "You're right, Dad. I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be away from home and away from you guys for so long."

It was Fred's turn to sigh. "You know that your mother and I don't want to leave you, son? It's just a really great work opportunity, and if I can pull this off, then I'll be promoted to manager. This is what I've wanted ever since I got the job at the car dealership."

"I know that. I don't blame you for leaving, I'm just really going to miss you." Blaine admitted softly.

"I'm going to miss you too, kiddo. But I can assure you that your mother will want to check up on you so often that you're going to get sick of us, and we won't even be around. You'll see, you'll barely even notice that we're gone." Fred smiled reassuringly.

"Right." He wasn't convinced.

~1~

"This isn't fair! Don't I get a say?" Sebastian demanded angrily.

"No, as a matter of fact, you don't. Both because you're a child, and because if it weren't for you, I wouldn't owe this kid's parents anything." His father, Michael, stated.

"I am not a child," he fumed, "and that was last year! We don't owe those people anything."

"You're half right; I don't owe them anything. But since I'm the parent here, it's up to me to clean up your mess…again." Michael said in a tired voice.

"Well you're obviously a terrible parent if I keep messing things up. If I had been raised properly then I wouldn't be such a screw-up." Sebastian knew he was lashing out, but he was having one of those days where keeping his anger in check was just too difficult.

"You were raised to the best of my ability, and would you please stop calling yourself a screw-up? There is absolutely nothing wrong with you."

"Actually, right now, you're what's wrong with me. Mom isn't such a damn useless adult, so why can't I just go live with her instead?"

"We've covered this. Your mother's work forces her to travel a lot, and that is just not suitable circumstances in which to raise a child. When you're done with school, then maybe we can revisit the topic." Michael was only trying to humor his son; he knew that there was absolutely no chance of Sebastian going to live with his ex-wife any time soon.

"I am not a freaking a child! Stop calling me that! And the only reason you don't want me to go is because then you no longer get to make me miserable, and that seems to be the only enjoyment you get out of your pathetic life." Sebastian mumbled spitefully.

"For your sake, son, I hope dearly that that is not what you actually believe," he looked up to his son, who was standing with crossed arms in front of Michael's desk. He heaved a sigh, "think what you want, I can't stop you. But I can assure you that there isn't a single person alive that I love more than you. And the last thing I want is to see you unhappy."

"Well then sucks for you, 'cos I'm unhappy right now."

"You're always unhappy, Sebastian. And it has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"Would you just shut up?! If you're seriously going to let that dwarf stay here, then don't expect me to come back." Sebastian's fists were clenched. He hated himself and he hated always having to be angry, but there was nothing he would hate more than having Blaine stay in his house.

"You always say things like that. We both know I haven't been responsible for your actions since you were a little boy. No matter what I say, you're going to do what you want anyway." Michael shrugged.

"I wish you knew how much I hate you!" Sebastian yelled before turning around and storming out of the house.

"I don't think I want to know." He whispered to himself.

~1~

"Honey? Can I come in? There's something I need to talk to you about." Blaine's mom, Anne, asked as she knocked on his bedroom door.

"Sure." Blaine responded, putting away his laptop, where he had been busy typing up a history essay.

"It's about where you'll be staying when your father and I are away." Anne explained, her voice full of hesitation. She had a strong feeling that her son was not going to be happy with the news.

"Oh?" Blaine raised his eyebrow. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Well, I have good news and bad news. I'd ask which you want to hear first, but the bad news kind of gives away the good. Okay, so we found someone who's willing to take you in for the duration of our absence…"

"But?" He asked.

"It's Michael Smythe." \

Blaine's jaw dropped. "As in Sebastian's father? Are you serious?"

"Honey, we need to leave in a few days; that is really short notice and Michael offered. Not to mention that he lives in a really big house and will easily be able to afford having you there. Ever since you went to the hospital for eye surgery he's felt like he owes us, and I think this will be a perfect way for him to clear his conscience."

"You do realize that Sebastian lives there too, right?"

"What do you think he's going to do? Stab you? I'm really sorry and I know that that is the last place you want to go stay, but unfortunately it's our only option. Michael is really nice and I'm sure the two of you will get along just fine. But, as you know, if you're unhappy or feel uncomfortable all you have to do is let us know and we'll make other arrangements. Okay?"

Blaine blinked continuously. "I – I guess I don't have a choice, huh?"

"I'm afraid not. It really is our only option."

"What about Tina's parents? Or Brittany's?" He was desperate.

"Brittany's parents are away on vacation until two weeks from now, and Tina's parents are in a bit of a financial situation. You're just going to have to make peace with it." Anne smiled compassionately.

Blaine sighed, "Okay."

"It won't be as bad as you think. You'll see." She touched his cheek.

"Yeah, right." He mumbled as soon as she had left.

~1~

Blaine grimaced as his father's car stopped in front of Michael Smythe's mansion. He still hadn't met the man, and he wasn't particularly eager to either. Reluctantly, he got out of the car and extracted his bags before following his parents up to the redundantly large front door. After waiting for not nearly long enough, the door opened to reveal and tall and handsome man who looked to be around 40. Michael invited them all in before extending his forearm toward Blaine, "You must be the young Mr. Anderson I've heard so much about. It's very nice to meet you."

"You too, Mr. Smythe." Blaine shook his hand.

"Oh no, please call me Michael." He smiled.

"Where's your son?" Fred asked.

"Uh, to be honest, I'm not sure. He left early this morning and hasn't come back yet. You know how teenagers can be." Michael chuckled uneasily. He knew that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson would think that he's a bad parent, and maybe he was, but he doubted anyone knew how hard it was to be the father of Sebastian Smythe.

Blaine's dad nodded, his face showing nothing.

"So would anyone like anything to drink? Oh, and Blaine let me show you where your room is."

Blaine followed Michal up the stairs, down a wide hallway, and into one of the doors on the left. The room was large, bigger than his own. The walls were fair and it was decorated with a large bed, a dresser, a built-in cupboard, and a wall-mirror. On the opposite end of the room was another door which he assumed was the bathroom, and in the right corner was a large window with an attachment built underneath it. A window-seat. "This is great. Thanks so much, Mr. Smythe."

"You're very welcome. And it's Michael, remember?"

"Right." He smiled. Michael went back down to finalize things with Blaine's parents, whereas the latter stayed to put his bags down and get acquainted with the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers over the duvet. He had no idea why, but for some reason being in this house made him very uneasy. And remembering the way that Mr. Smythe had talked about his son earlier, he figured that Sebastian wanted him there about as much as Blaine wanted to be there. Since none of these thoughts were making him feel any better, he decided to stop thinking and go back down to spend as much time as possible with his parents before they left. He found everyone in the kitchen (Blaine wondered if anyone who lived in this house actually knew how to cook).

"There you are," Fred said when he saw him, "I wanted to remind you that you have to go pick up your car tomorrow. Otherwise you might have a bit of a problem getting to school on Monday."

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten." He hadn't even remotely remembered.

"Well then, I think Anne and I should be going. Our plane leaves in just over an hour."

Blaine went to hug both his parents, feeling like a little kid going to kindergarten for the first time, since he was very much hesitant to let go. Reality slapped him in the face as he watched the car drive away with both his parents inside, and him, well…he wasn't.

"Don't worry, they'll be back before you know it." Michael smiled reassuringly.

"I know. I'm just being – I don't know." Blaine gave a half-hearted attempt at a shrug. \

"It's okay to miss them, you know. I don't know why, but you teenagers have this thing about wanting to be older than you are. What you don't realize is that being a kid is a heck of a lot more fun than being an adult."

"I don't want to be older, I just feel as if people don't quite see me the way I see myself. I guess everyone has that problem though."

"Maybe," Michael nodded slowly, "I feel like I need to warn you about Sebastian."

"Warn me?" Blaine frowned.

"Yes. I don't know how well you know him, but I need to inform you that he has quite a temper. He also likes to pick fights with me, and he might try to do the same with you. I know people say that the best thing to do in situations like that is to ignore them, but this will only aggravate Sebastian further. The best thing to do with him is to simply not play along."

Blaine nodded, although he wasn't entirely certain what Mr. Smythe was saying.

"I'm only telling you this so that you don't take anything he says personally. I know he manages to hide it well, but he's generally a very angry person. I just – I don't really know why," Michael was lost in his thoughts for a few moments, "and I know you don't really want to be here, but please try to feel at home. I think it could be really nice to have some company for a change."

"For a change? What about Sebastian?"

"He's not home a lot of the time, and when he is, he hides away in his room. The only time I get to see him is if he's looking for someone to take his anger out on."

"Oh." Of all the words Blaine had ever used to describe Sebastian, 'angry' was never one of them.

"I'm not making you feel any better, am I?" Michael asked with a snort.

"No – I mean, yes. You're just very different to what I thought you would be." He explained.

"Because I'm a lawyer?"

"Because you're Sebastian's dad…no offence."

"None taken. I actually wanted to ask you, how did you meet my son? I know you're not in Dalton, and you don't seem like the kind of guy that he likes to surround himself with." Michael asked as they slowly made their way back into the house.

"I used to go to Dalton and I still have some friends there. I went there to visit them at the beginning of junior year and there he was. He seemed harmless at the time, a little blunt, but harmless." Blaine remembered their first encounter almost like it was yesterday.

"Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe."

"Hi. Are you a freshman?"

"Do I look like a freshman?

To this day, he still had no idea why that question flustered him so much.

"He is harmless, trust me. His words are his weapon of choice. Then again, those can sometimes go deeper than any blade…maybe he isn't so harmless after all. Sometimes anger and intelligence can be a very dangerous combination."

Blaine just nodded his agreement. "I'm sorry, by the way. If my being here makes him want to stay away."

"What? No, don't be. It's not your fault. I don't even understand why he's behaving this way; as far as I knew you two had made peace."

"We did…kind of…I think…I don't know. I haven't seen him since Regionals."

"Hmm. Want some coffee?"

"Please."

"Do you have any plans for college yet?" Michael asked.

"Well I would like to go to New York and study music, I guess. But the where part has yet to be defined." Blaine had wanted to go to NYADA, but now that him and Kurt had broken up, and with Kurt still refusing to speak to him, that didn't seem very plausible.

"New York? Nice. I have a niece whose in Julliard, and she absolutely loves it."

"Can you sing?" Blaine wondered.

"Me?"

"Yeah. I just figured that Sebastian had to inherit his music ability from somewhere, and it obviously runs in the family." He shrugged.

"I've never really tried, honestly. Outside of the shower, my singing opportunities have been somewhat limited. Sebastian on the other hand has been singing ever since I can remember. He always got the lead in his school musicals, taught himself to play both the piano and the guitar and somewhere along the way he even went for dance lessons."

"Yeah, there's no denying his talent." Blaine agreed, remembering his Regionals' performances of Stand and Glad You Came.

"Whose talent?" A third person had entered the room. Sebastian.

"Elton John's." Blaine responded quickly.

"Uh-huh," Sebastian knew that they had been talking about him. "Hi, Blaine."

"Hey, Sebastian. Long time no see."

"Yeah." Is what he said, but what he was thinking went more along the lines of 'not long enough'.

"Where were you?" Michael asked his son.

"Mind your own business." Sebastian shrugged, grabbing an apple.

"It happens to be my business." He felt bad about having this conversation in front of Blaine, but he hoped that the boy's presence might improve his son's chances of actually answering the question.

"Says who?"

"Me. Your father."

"Look, we can either get into this right now in front of our 'guest', or you can just drop the damn thing and let the rest of us move on with our lives. Personally I prefer option number two, but it's entirely up to you. I'll be in my room." Sebastian said as he ascended the staircase.

Blaine was silent. He couldn't believe that someone would actually talk to their dad like that.

"I'm sorry about that. He has a lot of mood swings. Tonight he's in his 'leave me alone' mood." Michael handed Blaine the cup of coffee.

"Thanks," he stared down at his feet, trying to muster up enough courage to ask the question he desperately wanted to ask, "can I ask you something personal?"

Mr. Smythe studied him for a second before nodding.

"Doesn't it bother you that you speaks to you like that?"

"Does it bother me? Yes, it does. But I act like it doesn't because the alternative scares me."

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes when Sebastian and I fight, he gets really worked up. And I don't even have to do anything, he manages to do it all by himself. And when he does, he gets this look in his eyes, like I'm the most disgusting despicable man on earth. Like he hates me; really hates me. That look scares the crap out of me, because every time he storms out of the house, I feel like he's never coming back. And it leaves me constantly wondering how many more fights, how many more times is he going to tell me that he wishes he had any father but me before he decides that I'm just not worth it anymore. I would do anything to stop him from leaving; anything." Michael stared down at the counter as he spoke. He had never voiced his fears out loud before.

"You really think he'd do that? Leave, I mean." Blaine asked softly.

"I have no idea. I've raised him for 17 years, but I – I feel like I don't know him at all."

~1~

A/N: I know I already had a note at the beginning, but I just have an additional few things to add. The first is my apology that there wasn't much Seb and Blaine interaction, but I promise that its coming in the next chapter.

The second thing is actually a question. Do you guys think this is worth continuing? In retrospect, I should probably have mentioned this one first…

Please tell me what you guys thought : )