A/N: It's been a while hasn't it people? The reason why I'm picking up on writing again is because school is going super well right now and with the new season started, I got inspired. We need Sebastian back, he just has to! Blaine's 'It's Time' was amazing! I always wanted glee to do that song, but I pictured the Warblers singing it; the beat would be cool but Darren was perfect as always! I mean, who else could make jump roping that sexy, huh? Now I'm side-tracked! The story! Chapter Two, finally! It starts with Furt.
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Blaine was walking through the halls of Dalton, his phone to his ear as he goggles his books while fishing out his keys from his messenger bag. The whole thing was very familiar; not only is Blaine always multitasking, but the last time he struggled with his keys, it happened.
Ever since the 'break up,' Sebastian's been ignoring him, and according to Jeff, he hasn't been at Lacrosse practice in the last two weeks. It's not like Sebastian to ditch, especially since he's captian. Blaine wants to know what's really bothering him—because Sebastian can't be that broken up over them…can he?—but he knows not to contact him. Blaine won't be the one to give in again.
"No, Kurt, that sounds great," Blaine put a smile on his face even though the blue eyed boy couldn't see. "Tell your dad and Carol Congrates from me…even though they don't know who I am."
"They know about you," Kurt admitted. "How could I not tell them about my savior?"
"I wouldn't call myself that," Blaine blushed. He unlocked his dorm and stepped in, the cool chill of fall streaming in from the window being open; Jeff must have forgotten to close it after cooling off from practice. 'Daryl Sabara might need Superman to save the day,' just the thought of Sebastian's bitter voice sends a shiver down Blaine's spine. He blames it on the window. "More like a guy running around with a sheet over his shoulders."
"Well, either way, thank you," Kurt beamed into the phone. "I should go; only so much time before the big day." Blaine chuckled; he could hear the older boy's excitement.
"Alright. I'll talk to you later; bye." Blaine hung up right after Kurt sang goodbye. He threw himself, and his phone, onto the bed and groaned. He was so tired lately; classes and Warbler practice never seemed to have this affect on him. But now, Blaine has no energy to do anything; he's not the same bubbly, lively Blaine that everyone at Dalton loves. He's just…a shell.
"Alright, kid," Jeff walked out of their bathroom and chucked a towel onto Blaine's face, making the usually curly haired boy groan again. "Go shower; we're going out."
"Where?" Blaine asked dryly. He didn't bother moving the towel from his face.
"My lacrosse game; it's not really out, but still," Jeff shrugged. Blaine groaned again, making Jeff roll his eyes. "So dramatic lately." Jeff grabbed Blaine's shoulder and gave it a shake. "Come on; chipper up, buck-o. You wouldn't want to miss Smythe's returning game would you?" At the mention of Sebastian's name, Blaine bolted up in bed and dashed for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Jeff chuckled when he heard the shower running. "I knew that would get him going."
[[[[F]]]]
Blaine couldn't stop bouncing his knee. Nick eventually grabbed a hold of it to stop it, but the second he let go, Blaine was at it again. He didn't know why he was so nervous; he's gone to these Lacrosse games all the time, even before Sebastian was around. "Damn, you're face is beat!" Nick chuckled at the freshly groomed boy. Blaine's hair was gelled back perfectly, he smelled like the cologne that Sebastian bought him—with his mother's credit card, of course—and he was wearing his black polo that he knows drives Sebastian crazy. It's not that Sebastian will know how Blaine smells from all the way on the field, but it couldn't hurt; and Blaine knew that with Nick's crazy cheering for Jeff that Seb would look over eventually. He had to look good.
"What?" Blaine placed the back of his fingers against his cheeks. They were burning. "Oh, it's uh…the cool air."
"It's not that late in fall," Nick pointed out with a knowing smirk. Blaine tried not to roll his eyes.
"Watch the game." Nick just chuckled. A second later, the crowd sitting around them was standing up and cheering for the team running onto the field. Right away, Nick jumped up into the air and was screaming, making Blaine actually smile though that was hard to do lately. Only standing to see over taller people's shoulders, Blaine scanned the field for that knowing number: 23. 17, Jeff, 3, Thad, 11, David…
"Where is he?" Blaine asked himself, bouncing on his heels nervously.
"Relax, okay?" Nick patted his shoulder. "I'm sure he's just waiting to make a big Smythe worthy enterance," Nick shrugged.
"Yeah, yeah, maybe," Blaine really hoped that was the case. From all the rumors going around about Sebastian's strange mood, Blaine didn't want to think that Sebastian had disappeared forever. After what felt like an hour but was only a minute, Blaine saw the white against maroon numbers. "There!" Blaine pointed over some guy's shoulder; the person wasn't too happy with Blaine's shriek or him almost sticking his finger into his ear, but Blaine didn't notice at all. "That's 23, right?"
"Does he looked smaller to you?" Nick frowned as he watched 23 run further down the field.
"Not really," Blaine lied; he did look smaller. A lot smaller. Something was up.
"McCall!" The coach shouted from the bench below the stands. Blaine frowned when 23 ran towards the older man.
"Wait…Scott?" Blaine's eyes widened when the boy took off his helmet and he wasn't Sebastian underneath. "Where is-?"
"Uh, Blaine, you probably shouldn't loo-" Besides Nick's warning, Blaine turned his head to look where Nick was. When he saw it, his heart dropped. There Sebastian was, talking—no, flirting—with the opposing team's captian. Blaine swallowed a large lump in his throat. "I'm sure it's nothing."
"I know they're wearing padding and everything Nick," Blaine started with a shakey voice, never taking his eyes off the sweatshirt wearing boy across the field. "But I'm pretty sure he can still feel Sebastian's hand through that. 'Cuse me."
"Blaine, wait!" Nick shouted after him, but Blaine was already running down the stands and towards the school. This was not what was supposed to happen.
[[[F]]]
"Idiot!" Jeff slapped Sebastian on the back of the head when he found him at the bonfire after the game. Sebastian groaned.
"Ow!" He rubbed the back of his head while glaring at the blond boy, "The hell is wrong with you?"
"What the hell is wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" Nick joined in, giving Sebastian another slap.
"Okay, you people seriously have to stop doing that," Sebastian held his pointer fingers up, pointing at them both. "Do you mind telling me what I did this time?"
"Gladly," Jeff shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket to warm them up.
"You didn't play like you were supposed to, while we told you that Blaine would be there, and instead grabbed Whittemore's ass right in front of him!" Nick finished.
Sebastian hung his head while rubbing the back of it nervously, "He was wearing padding." He mumbled as an excuse. Nick and Jeff shared a stare before looking back at the player.
"Idiot!" They both shouted before slapping Sebastian's head again.
"Okay, okay, I get it!" Sebastian wove his hands in the air, "Just stop slapping me."
Jeff sighed deeply, looking off at the people getting hot dogs by the grills.
"What the hell is going on with you man?" Nick asked with a serious tone. "You've been acting weird for weeks now; you're hurt over the break up, we get it, but that doesn't mean you can…"
"Woe, woe, woe!" Sebastian held his hands up to stop him. "I am not hurt," Jeff let out a scuffed laugh. "I'm not. Why should I be?" Sebastian asked dryly, not meeting Nick's eye.
"Look," Nick sighed, running a hand through his long hair, "When you agreed to play tonight, we thought that meant you wanted to get back together with Blaine. But you going off and flirting with some other guy, not to mention a dick like Jackson—"
"And totally straight by the way," Jeff chimed in, though he didn't look away from the food; he was starving. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"—really hurt Blaine. You could have had a shot but now you don't. You blew it, Sebastian," Nick didn't care if what he said was harsh; Sebastian had to know the truth.
"What do you expect me to do, huh?" Sebastian snapped. "Play and win the game and then suddenly, Blaine and I would make up and everything will be good as new? It doesn't work like that!" he shouted, making some people around them look at him. He didn't care though. "Besides, I can't play anymore, anyways. Might as well have a little fun at the games, right?" With that, Sebastian pulled the flask out of his sweatshirt pocket and walked off. Nick huffed as he watched Sebastian take a long drink from the cool flask.
"He's falling apart man," Nick said to Jeff.
"Yeah, that's great," Jeff just slapped Nick's arm a bunch of times. "Can we get some food?" Nick couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, sure, buddy." Nick ruffed up Jeff's hair, making the slightly younger boy beam and they walked off to get hot dogs. This problem could be put aside for another night.
[[[F]]]
"Why would I care if he's screwing Whittemore?" Blaine asked loudly into his phone as he paced his dorm room floor. "I don't care!"
"Who are you trying to convince, Blaine?" Kurt asked on the other end. "Me or you?" Blaine ignored that.
"And it doesn't even bother me that Jackson is way hotter than I am…damn those cheek bones." Blaine pouted, plopping down on the floor and leaning back against his bed. He grabbed the pillow off the top and hugged it tightly while Kurt chuckled.
"Blaine, relax. Okay? This is actually perfect!"
"Who's side are you on?" Blaine gapped.
"Oh, yours all the way; but seeing how you're in a sour mood and I'm miserable at school lately…"
"Aw, Kurt, I'm sorry; here I am complaining about a stupid game and you're…"
"No, it's fine; really, Blaine," Kurt sighed. "As I was saying, we both need a distraction."
"What are you conning in that mind of yours?" Blaine hesitated to ask.
"Tell me you're free Thursday night,"
"Why?"
"Because I need a date for the wedding."
[[[F]]]
In the next two days, Dave gets expelled from McKinley, Kurt gets more and more excited over the wedding, Sebastian gets more miserable—not to mention that his stomach is keeping him in bed at all hours—and Blaine's slowly getting into a better mood. The thought of going to the wedding helps aide Blaine's pain, but he can't help picturing Sebastian with him. Seriously, Jackson is like an Abercrombie model…not fair.
"Seb," Nick shook the lump underneath layers of heavy sheets that covers Sebastian's bed, but he gets no response. "Sebastian, wake up. It's time for class." Still nothing. Nick usually gets a groan or a 'fuck you' by now. With a frown, Nick peeled back the sheets. He gets to about Sebastian's neck when he sees how red the skin is and how damp Sebastian's brown hair is. Not to mention that Sebastian's lips look blue. "Sebastian!"
[[[F]]]
"You scared the shit out of me, man!" Nick slapped Sebastian's chest when he walked out of the hospital exam room. Sebastian sighed, placing his jacket over his elbow.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he walked to the nurse's station to sign some more paper work for his check up. "Drinking mixed with a bonfire and too light of a jacket must have rocketed a fever or something," Sebastian made up as he signed his name. He gave the nurse a weak smile before walking off, not caring if Nick was following or not. He was.
"Dude, that was not just a fever. Something is up," Nick grabbed Sebastian's arm before he could exit the emergency doors. There was still dark circles underneath his eyes and his skin was extremely pale, though the juice the doctor gave him was starting to work some color into his cheeks. "What's going on with you?"
Sebastian sighed, "I can't B.S. my way out of this, can I?"
"Hell no. Start talking."
[[[F]]]
During the ceremony, which Blaine was enjoying extremely with the Bruno Mars rendition, he would catch Kurt looking over at him. Each time, Blaine would give him an encouraging or thankful smile; this wedding was pulling him out of his funk like Kurt hoped, but the older boy was still worried about the wedding going smoothly. Blaine gave Kurt a thumbs up when Carol and Burt finally kissed as husband and wife.
"You did it, buddy," Blaine hooked his arm around Kurt's neck when they were at the reception. "You planed the perfect wedding."
"It was pretty great, huh?" Kurt laughed, his cheeks rosey. Blaine thought it was adorable.
"Hey, thanks for inviting me. I really needed this."
"My…" Kurt looped their arms and gave Blaine's a squeeze, "Pleasure."
[[[F]]]
"How could you not tell me?" Jeff shreaked. "I'm your best friend!"
"Yeah, you're also Blaine's roommate and you happen to have a very big mouth!" Sebastian shouted back. Jeff let out a squeek.
"I do not!"
"You kind of do, Jeff," Nick agreed. Jeff huffed, sitting back down on Nick's bed. Sebastian sighed and lied down on his now cool bed. This morning he was burning up but couldn't pull himself out of a haze; now all he wanted to do was curl back underneath the sheets and sleep for days. "Still, you could have told us earlier."
"So all those stomach aches, every time you told Coach you couldn't play…why you're not palying anymore…" Jeff trailed off, his eyes frowning deeply.
"Yup."
"Dude."
"Yup."
"Shit." Sebastian sighed.
"Yeah."
[[[F]]]
"Hey, Finn's dating Rachel right?" Blaine asked, gesturing towards the two, who were sitting at different tables while Carol and Burt danced. Kurt frowned.
"Yes; why?"
"Well, I've been watching Finn…"
"You mean checking him out," Kurt smirked.
"Whatever," Blaine wove it off, though not denying it, making Kurt laugh nervously; the last thing he needed was his crush to have a crush on his now step-brother, aka his ex-crush. "I was watching and he keeps looking over there," Blaine pointed his flute to the table filled with glee club members. Sam, who was incredibly attractive according to Blaine, Mike, Tina, Rachel and then a girl that caught Blaine's attention the second she danced down the aisle. If Blaine was into girls, she'd be it; Quinn Fabray, Kurt told him once. She was beautiful, especially when she smiled brightly and leaned against Sam.
"Well, Rachel is sitting there," Kurt pointed out.
"Yeah, but his eyes aren't on her. They're on her," Blaine pointed again. Kurt followed his gaze to see Quinn with Sam's arm around her, but her eyes were cast to the table and her smile was dim. Kurt looked over his shoulder at Finn, who looked just as gray, though his cheeks were blushed.
"Huh," Kurt's eyes widened. "How did I not see that?"
"See!" Blaine grinned, slipping his arm over Kurt's shoulder again. Kurt smiled, leaning back just slightly; Blaine didn't seem to notice. "I am awesome to have around."
[[[F]]]
"Can we talk about something else now?" Sebastian asked tiredly, hugging his pillow to his stomach with his knees pulled in. Nick was sitting on the floor between the beds and Jeff was lying down, playing with Nick's basketball.
"Like what?" Nick asked, tilting his head back to look at the depressed looking boy on the bed. Sebastian picked at the fabric of his blanket; he felt extremely small right now. Like a child. He'd do anything to feel like himself again, but that can't happen without someone here with him.
"Did I really hurt Blaine's feelings?" Sebastian asked softly, not really wanting to ask but still really wanting to know.
"Yeah, you did," Jeff placed the ball down on the ground as he sat up. Nick started twirling it with his fingers.
"He was practically crying." Sebastian sat up quickly; he ignored the way his ears rang and his head felt light in result.
"I made Blaine cry?" When Nick and Jeff nodded at the same time, Sebastian felt like someone punched his gut. It wasn't the usual stomach pains he has now; it was lower, deeper. It was the pain he only gets when he thinks of how much he screwed up with Blaine or if anyone hurt him. Sebastian did both of those things. "No; no, I don't want Blaine to cry."
"Then make things right, you idiot," Nick chucked the ball at Sebastian. He caught it easily; Sebastian stood up and paced the length of his bed while twirling the ball between his palms.
"How?"
Jeff raised his eyebrows at Nick, "Well, Blaine told me he was going to a wedding tonight; he left before Nick called me."
"Blaine's at a wedding?" Sebastian tried to remember if anyone Blaine knew was engaged; no one was, except for Sebastian's older sister and she wasn't getting married anytime soon; besides, Sebastian would be there, too. "Who's wedding?"
"I don't know," Jeff shrugged. "Some dude named Burt Hummel and this chick Carol…"
"Wait," Sebastian almost dropped the ball. "Hummel?"
"Yeah," Jeff shrugged innocently again.
"Why, what's wrong?" Nick asked with concern. Sebastian stood there, pondering what his next move would be. Not long after, he threw the ball back to Nick and went to his closet.
"I got to get ready."
"Atta-boy!" Jeff and Nick high fived each other, earning them a face full of a shirt that he threw at them.
[[[F]]]
When Sebastian got there, the dance floor was crazy while the large group of teenagers sang 'Just The Way You Are.' Sebastian tried not to roll his eyes at the sound; he slipped into the background of the wedding, going over to the bar and stealing a flute that had a dark blue ribbon instead of light; alcohol. He'd need this if things were going to go how he expected.
When Sebastian caught sight of Blaine dancing with a taller, light brown haired boy, Sebastian drowned the whole glass. Kurt.
"Honey," Carol patted Burt's shoulder as they dance.
"Hum?"
"Did we invite that boy?" Carol pointed discretely at the boy leaning against the back wall. Burt looked over and shrugged.
"Maybe he's one of Finn or Kurt's friends." Burt suggested.
"No, no, I've never seen him with them before," Carol knew all of Finn's friends, and Finn's friends were Kurt's friends. "I have seen him around before."
"Where?"
"I, don't know," Carol rested her chin on Burt's shoulder, never taking her eyes off the boy who was drinking out of the wrong flute. "I can't put my finger on it; but I know him."
[[[F]]]
"Sam, don't!" Quinn giggled as Sam dashed for the bar. He checked to see if the bartender was there, he wasn't, before he grabbed two dark ribboned glasses of champagne. "Sam, we'll get caught,"
"No, we won't," Sam couldn't help the smile on his face. He slipped off the ribbons and traded them for light ones. "There, see? And now one saw," Sam grinned with victory.
"Except for him," Sam looked where Quinn was looking to see a Sebastian watching them. He raised his glass at them.
"Don't worry; I won't tell." He gave them a wink before finishing what's left of his flute.
"I'm going to go find Mercedes; I promised her a dance," Quinn quickly pecked Sam's good cheek before rushing off. Something about Sebastian set her on edge; she just wasn't sure what.
"Do I know you?" Sam asked as he walked closer to Sebastian. He leaned against the wall like him.
"I'm a friend of a friend of a friend," Sebastian explained.
"So basically, no?" Sam smiled a little. Sebastian smirked. He gringed at Sam's eye.
"Oh, how'd you get that thing?" Sam barely even finched when Sebastian touched the bruise lightly with his finger. Shocking, Sebastian thought.
"Dave was messing with Kurt and we got into a fight when he knocked Mike into Artie," Sam pointed at each person when he said their name. He took a large sip of his drink, "Thank god Karofsky got expelled."
"He did?" Sebastian asked with surprise. "So that means things are good again?"
"I guess so," Sam shrugged. "Why?"
"No reason," Sebastian tried not to smile. If things were good again, that means Blaine won't have to try to fix things with Kurt. Which means Sebastian can fix things with Blaine. "Nice meeting you…?"
"Sam," The blond held his hand out.
"Sebastian." They shook hands, making Sebastian smirk; who did that anymore? "You keep an eye on that girl of yours," Sebastian pointed towards Quinn with his free hand. Sam looked over to see her talking to Finn, her smile too bright and her body too close to his. "She's too pretty to lose."
"Yeah-yeah, she is." Sam didn't even notice that Sebastian had let go of his hand and walked away.
[[[F]]]
"Hey New-Gay," Santana caught Blaine's attention when she was suddenly by his side. He was dancing with Kurt while she had her arms around Puck's neck. She nodded towards the corner of the room. "You've got an admirer."
"What?" Blaine's eyes snapped up right away. What she said made his heart pound; he didn't want to get his hopes up though. However, when he saw what she saw, his heart raced even more.
"And a hot one at that," Santana smirked knowingly at Blaine before Puck lead them somewhere else. Blaine felt like time froze. Sebastian was in the corner, his foot up against the wall and a flute in his hand. He looked confident, like he was the owner of the room, though no one noticed him really. But once Blaine met his eye, that confidence slipped and Sebastian gave him a sweet, broken smile.
"Is that him?" Kurt asked, trying not to sound too bitter. But how could he not? Here Blaine was, talking about how attractive Sebastian was when he was much more in person. Kurt can't compete and from the looks of it, he shouldn't bother. Blaine looked in complete awe of Sebastian; like his eyes would bug out and you could see his heart through his rib cage.
"I don't know what he's doing here, I swear," Blaine snapped back into it as an apology.
"Go," Kurt nudged his arm.
"What?"
"Go," Kurt sighed, "Obviously he came here for a reason and it wasn't for the cake. So go," Kurt patted Blaine's shoulder, though it killed him to set him in the arms of another guy. "Talk to him."
Blaine could have kissed Kurt right then and there…that is, if he wasn't completely in love with Sebastian…wait, he's what?
[[[F]]]
Without words, Blaine led them out of the main hall and towards the staircase. Once there, Blaine turned to face the dashing young man. Sebastian looked good in a suit; really good. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to crash the party," Sebastian joked poorly. His smile wasn't too convincing. Blaine just had to raise an eyebrow for Sebastian to give up. "I came to talk to you. I-I miss you."
"Yeah?" Blaine couldn't help but feel hopeful. 'No, don't. That's what he wants…don't give in so easily,' Blaine wanted to tell his thoughts to shut the hell up and never let Sebastian go, but he knew his mind was right. He can't just give in even if Sebastian is the one caving this time.
"I've been acting like a complete ass hole lately," Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Though he cleaned up good, Blaine could see the dark circles under his eyes and the slight pink coloring to his cheeks; Sebastian doesn't blush either, so Blaine knew that it meant nothing good.
"You're sick?" Blaine guessed. Sebastian's eyes shut up with shock.
"What?"
"You're all pale," Blaine couldn't help but brush his thumb against Sebastian's cheek. It made the taller of the two smile warmly, making the shorter feel better too. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Sebastian took Blaine's hand and held it tight. "Yeah, I'm a lot better now."
"Good," Blaine chuckled, lacing their fingers together. "So…you missed me, huh?"
"Oh, shut up!"
[[[F]]]
Sebastian and Blaine were sitting on the outside steps of the building when people started leaving the hall. The sky was completely black besides street lights and they had been silent for a while. Blaine had one arm resting on his knees and his chin on top while his free hand was still laced with Sebastian's. The quieter of the two—if that was possible—was staring off into space while he rubbed his thumb over Blaine's hand.
"You know this doesn't make anything better, right?" Blaine broke the silence. Sebastian sighed, making his breathe seen with the cool night air.
"Yeah; I know," he didn't dare look at Blaine.
"Things don't just become okay with you dressing up and crashing a wedding for me," Blaine wished it did make things okay, but he knew he couldn't be naïve anymore. He has been for too long. "This isn't one of our normal break ups, Sebastian."
"I know," Sebastian groaned a little, finally looking down at Blaine. "I know that. I screwed up majorly. I was just pushing you away because I realized how serious it was getting."
"You were scared?" Blaine sat up straighter at the thought; Scared and Sebastian don't go in the same sentence. Never. Sebastian smiled a little, nodding as he met Blaine's eyes.
"Terrified." It made Blaine smile a little too.
"Me too," Blaine bumped their shoulders together before resting his chin back down on his arm. Sebastian leaned his shoulder for comfort. Blaine looked down at their linked hands, "Nothing's going on with Kurt and I."
"Is that why you're at his father's wedding?"
"We're friends."
"He likes you," Sebastian said simply.
"We're friends," Blaine repeated, squeezing Sebastian's hand.
"He likes you." And this time, Blaine actually heard the words. He heard the meaning and he heard how Sebastian feels about it. Maybe Sebastian didn't have to worry about Blaine; but he has to worry about Kurt. Blaine ended the conversation by resting his cheek on Sebastian's shoulder and that was that for a while.
[[[F]]]
"That Sam is cute," Sebastian commented as he watched the blond open the passenger door for his girlfriend. Normally Blaine would elbow him, but he agreed. Blaine leaned back against Sebastian's body and nodded. "He's going to lose her though," Sebastian added, wrapping his arms tighter around Blaine as if the words were meant for them.
"Why's that?" Blaine looked up at Sebastian as best as he could from their position. Sebastian was sitting back against the railing of the stairs with Blaine between his legs and their hands still linked with Sebastian's arms wrapped around Blaine protectively. They didn't care about the people coming out of the hall looking at them; most of them were too drunk to even notice.
"Because she's still in love with the hot step brother," Sebastian nodded towards Finn, who was leaning against his truck with Rachel in his arms though he was watching Quinn kiss Sam's cheek before getting into the car. Blaine frowned at the sight; it was sad, really. Blaine stayed silent though, not wanting to put himself into that situation. However, a thought popped into his head as Sam drove the two of them away.
"Hey, how did you know 'still?'" Sebastian doesn't know anything about the McKinley students except their names, which he barely knows.
"Because the hot step brother looked much too sad over the fact that she's with pretty-boy; like he had her and lost her. And pretty-lady kept looking at hot step brother with longing and pain; like she had him and hurt him; and both of them know that they still have feelings for each other, but whatever ruined them hasn't changed, otherwise they'd be together now." Sebastian explained with a slight shrug. Blaine smiled, snuggling into him more.
"Since when do you know so much about relationships?" Blaine teased. He could feel Sebastian's smile against his ear before a small kiss was placed behind it, making him shiver.
"Because I screwed up a pretty good one too." And neither of them knew what to say after that, so they said nothing at all.
[[[F]]]
"Can I drive you back to Dalton?" Sebastian offered when they were at his car. It was eleven by now, which meant they had an hour to get back to Westerville. It was impossible really, but neither of them cared much.
"I-I don't think that's a good idea," Blaine looked down at his shoes with his hands in his jacket pockets. Sebastian's good, light mood dropped at the words. His frown grew back on his face.
"What not?" Blaine looked up through his lashes with warm golden eyes that slaid Sebastian.
"Look, tonight was…great," Blaine admitted. This time, his cheeks weren't red from the cold, and both of them knew that. "Perfect really. But, like I said…"
"Nothing's changed," Sebastian finished for him. Blaine hung his head slightly.
"Yeah." Blaine whispered. The air was white with Sebastian's sigh as he tilted his head back.
"Alright." He nodded slowly. Leaning down just slightly, he gave Blaine's cheek a soft kiss before opening up his car door. "I'll see you around, Blaine." All the raven haired boy could do was watch as Sebastian started up his Porsche and drove off much too quickly into the night. It took a second for Blaine to regret it.
"Damn it; why did I do that?" He kicked the pavement before plopping down on the curb and cradling his head in his hands.
"Do what?" a familiar voice asked. Blaine looked up to see Kurt sit down next to him.
"Sebastian just left…he asked if I wanted a ride back to Dalton and I said no."
"Oh," Kurt nodded as if that was all the information. "It's good that you said no."
Though Blaine knew Kurt's intentions were good, Sebastian's earlier words rang in his ears: 'he likes you.' Was Kurt doing all this just to gain Blaine's affections? For a while, it seemed like it might have worked, but Blaine's been so caught up in Sebastian to notice. Still, Blaine doesn't want to jump the gun and assume Kurt was doing all this to push him and Seb apart for his own gain.
"It is?"
"Yeah," Kurt nodded once, "Now Sebastian knows that you're serious about this. That if you two are getting back together, that things have to change. Before, you guys got back together with no change at all; he needs to know that things are different now,"
Blaine wrapped his arms around his knees and looked down at his black shoes. They shined in the moonlight, distracting him slightly from this uncomfortable conversation. Kurt was his friend, yes; but he was also a friend with feelings for him. It's weird when Kurt's trying to help Blaine with his relationship. 'Is he helping? Or is he pointing out how dysfunctional we were and how we shouldn't be together?' Blaine couldn't help but think.
"He knows."
"Does he?" Kurt asks with an eyebrow in the air. Blaine looks up to see Finn still leaning against his truck door, his ankles crossed, his hands in his pockets and a deep frown on his face. Both of them know that they still have feelings for each other, but whatever ruined them hasn't changed, otherwise they'd be together now.
"I hope so."
[[[Special Audition]]]
Blaine was lying in bed, twirling his phone around in his hand as he thought about if he should call or not. For the past few days, all he can think about is the wedding. All he can think about is how peaceful things were with Sebastian outside. How nice it felt to have his hand in his again, or his lips against his skin. Things felt, normal; complete again. But Blaine hasn't forgotten how different Sebastian looked, even how he acted. All that about relationships and how ill he looked. Blaine needed to know what was up; but he didn't want to seem pushy. So, a friendship will need to be started if this was going to work. With a sigh, Blaine dialed '1' and Sebastian's face showed up. Smiling at his cheerful face and Blaine on his back, his legs around him and his lips against Sebastian's cheek, Blaine felt that peace again. That was a great day; Dalton's carnival. Nick took the picture, though neither boys knew it until later that night.
After a few rings, Sebastian picked up. "Hello?" His voice was quite, so was the space around him. Jeff must be asleep like Nick was right now. Blaine looked over at the boy in the other bed, his back to him.
"Hey." There was a pause before Sebastian answered back.
"Hey," Blaine could practically see the smile spreading on Sebastian's lips. "Long time no talk, Killer." Blaine smiled into the dark.
"Pretty-lady accepted pretty-boy's proposal." Blaine informed him. Sebastian fake gasped.
"Poor hot stepbrother."
"And Saucy-Latina told annoying-hobbit about her and hot stepbrother," Blaine couldn't believe he was using Sebastian's nicknames, but it felt nice to actually talk to him.
"Oh, damn. Did hobbit kick step brother's ass?"
"Not yet; we'll see." They stayed quiet for a while. Blaine listened to Sebastian's even breath; he thought he fell asleep for a second. Testing the waters, Blaine broke the silence. "Hey, Seb?" he got a soft 'hmm' in response, meaning that Sebastian was finally falling asleep after weeks of sleepless nights. "Do you think pretty-lady and hot stepbrother will get back together?"
Sebastian let out a peaceful, content sigh. "I hope so, Killer."
Blaine smiled, "Me too."
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A/N: DONE! :) Did it make up for the long wait? I hope so! I threw in some of my favorite couplings: Seblaine, obviously, Quam/Fuinn (who I'm still struggling choosing against) and how I ship Sebastian with like everyone, including Santana, Sam, Finn (though sometimes I like them as…well, you'll see eventually in another story.) and of course, Quinn. Come on, they'd be so cute together! Queen Bitch and King Bitch, it works. Oh, and there was some Finn/Santana, which is growing on me after Kissed A Girl.
A cookie for anyone who noticed my Crossover reference! ;)
I might make an official crossover between the two shows; because, come on, that would be awesome!
Let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed the second chapter!
