"You want me...to confide in you?" asked the oblivious boy, unaware of Sebastian's intentions.

"Well, yeah. You have something troubling you, I have advice to give. Besides, we have time. You were going to show me around the school, yes?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows, looking straight at Blaine.

Blaine looked a bit flustered, not having much experience with people being helpful to him. Especially someone like Sebastian. With his green eyes, slightly tanned face, and sexy smile, he was easily one of the most attractive people Blaine had ever seen. After Kurt, of course. Oh, shit. Kurt.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I was. Sebastian, there's something you have to know about me." Blaine said, slightly apprehensive. Sebastian waited, smirk still plastered on his face. "I'm gay."

The taller boy stood up straighter, nonplussed. "Yeah well, I figured as much." Blaine looked up at him, just a little confused. "I'm gay, too," he added. "So, Blaine. What's been troubling you?"

They began walking through the elegant hall of the main Dalton building where Blaine made a sharp turn into a large room. "It's really not that big of a deal. Um, hold on, we can talk in here." He gestured to the stacks of books piled on tables and shelves hanging on the walls. "This is our library."

Sebastian looked down to find a beautifully woven carpet, displaying what seemed to be an ancient war. Simple, wooden tables were planted in the middle of the room, adding to the library's beauty. A large chandelier hung in the center. Sebastian looked around in awe of what he saw, causing Blaine to grin. "The library? Isn't this the place where people keep quiet so others can work?"

Blaine laughed. "Yes. Yes it is. However, I know for a fact that no one will mind." He walked over to an empty desk at the far end of the room and gestured at the chair in front of him. "Sit."

"Not that I mind, but this means that I'm probably not going to get that tour, am I?" Sebastian grinned.

"Like you actually wanted the tour. I figured a new friend in this environment would be more helpful to you. So not only am I going to tell you about my problems, you're going to tell me about yourself," said Blaine with a large smile on his face, pleased at how this had turned out.

"Alright. But tell me about what's been bothering you," said Sebastian, pulling out his chair and sitting down.

Blaine sighed. "It's actually not that bad. Thinking back on it, I may have overreacted." Seeing Sebastian's curious expression, he went on. "I've been dating this boy, this amazing, beautiful boy, for awhile now."

"You have a boyfriend. Figures, a boy like you would be snatched up in no time." He grinned and winked at Blaine, who's face reddened and soon looked flustered.

"Um, thanks. But anyways, he had just come back from Nationals and well, he was talking to me about it. And I guess something about the way he said it, like he only cared about the amazing experience he had, it sounded so wonderful." Blaine shrugged and looked up at Sebastian almost pleadingly. "And then I told him I loved him." Sebastian's face morphed into one of shock and amusement.

"Well, that's not too bad now is it?"

"No, see. He didn't say it back to me. You know what he said? He thanked me." The brunette's eyebrows shot up and his smile disappeared. Blaine went on ranting, "He couldn't even tell me to my face that he can't say the same thing back, noo. Instead he said 'thank you'. Who thanks a person who's confessing their love for them?" He sat back in his chair and sighed, "I don't even know. I thought- I really thought he would be better than that. I mean, I don't really know what I expected but I guess I expected something more than a 'thank you', you know?"

"Oh yeah, I understand. Well, I mean, it's never happened to me, but I understand. Hey," he said while reaching out to pat a grief-stricken Blaine. "Don't worry. Things will work out. Go talk to him. If what he says then doesn't make you feel better, forget about him. A relationship is about happiness, and if you're not happy, it is not okay. If anything goes wrong, talk to me, got it?"

"Ugh, thanks Sebastian. That...that really helps," said a smiling Blaine. "Now, tell me about yourself. Why are you here, transferring to a new school one month before the year ends?"

"Ah, just a few problems at my old school."

"Tell me, what happened?"

"Well. I went to a public school and I started dating this one guy. And then he broke up with me, and well, I was devastated. But then my, uh, friend introduced me to a gay bar, where I kind of started hooking up with strangers. Word got out and people started making cruel jokes about me and calling me stuff like "slut pig" and the like. My parents found out and they didn't want rumors about me being gay to ruin their "reputation". So, they sent me here. End of story." He leaned back and grinned.

"Oh, man, that's horrible. Homophobic parents? I know how you feel."

"Not so much homophobic as worried about how others see them if they had a gay son. They live in a small, religious town where word spreads fast."

"Yikes. That never ends well. I-" A loud buzzing interrupted Blaine. He took out his phone, vibrating while "Defying Gravity" began playing. The words "Kurt Hummel" flashed onto the screen. Blaine's eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the screen, silencing his phone and putting it away.

"You're not going to pick that up?" Sebastian asked lazily, leaning back on his chair.

"Um, no, it's fine." He looked troubled as he spoke again. "You want to walk around the school now?" Blaine asked, standing up.

"Ah, no I'm fine. It's getting late, I should probably unpack. Can you take me to room-" he looked down at the files he carried, "room 613, Kensington House?"

"Seriously? That's perfect. I'm 615; we're right next door to each other."

"I can see how that arrangement will work out," he said, smirk back on his face, and winked.

Blaine chucked uncomfortably as they walked back to their dorms.


"Blaine's not picking up," sighed Kurt, slamming his phone back on the table. "How mad do you think he is?"

"Considering that you thanked him for professing his love for you, I'd say pretty darn mad," replied Rachel, taking a sip of her coffee as she talked. "But really Kurt, why would you do that? I've known you for two years; two years you've spent looking for someone who wouldn't judge you but instead appreciated your existence and now that you've found him, you realize you don't love him?"

"I don't know, Rachel. I mean-ugh," he threw his hands up in exasperation. "It came out of no where! I panicked! I thought I loved him but when it came down to admitting it, I don't think I do," he whispered quietly, deep in thought.

"Then you can't just keep stringing him along. Do you think this relationship will evolve? I want you to be happy, Kurt." She leaned in and grabbed his hands. "I want you to be happy like Finn and I are. But if Blaine isn't happy in this relationship and his feelings aren't returned..." She stopped when a teardrop trailed down Kurt's cheek. "Kurt, I'm sorry, but for this relationship to work out, you both have to be committed and you most importantly, you both have to be happy. Just go talk to him. Please."

Kurt nodded. "I'll try to but he's..."

Rachel put her arms around Kurt and squeezed him tightly. "Just wait until he's feeling better. He'll talk to you."


Blaine and Sebastian stopped at the door marked '613'.

"Well, here you are. You got your keys with you?"

"Of course," he grinned, spinning the key ring around his finger. The shorter boy turned to leave before hearing a "Hey Blaine!" He turned, surprised.

"Yeah?"

"You want to go out for coffee sometime?"

Blaine paused. "Well, um..." he stammered, not knowing the proper response.

"Come on. Just as friends?"

His face relaxed at that statement and he gave into a small smile. "Yeah. I'd like that. Just as friends, though," he warned.

"Great. We can meet up at the Lima Bean at say, 2-ish?"

"Erm, yeah. Sounds great! Oh, and if you ever have problems or you need help, I'm right over here." He pointed to the room next to Sebastian's. Sebastian nodded and walked into his room.

Blaine turned the opposite direction and walked to his door. His fingers fumbled with his keys and he swore. The key finally fit into the hole and he turned it, walking into his shared room. He closed the door and leaned on it, eyes shut. "Fuck."


A/N: I'm sorry that the chapters are kind of short and that there may be some grammar problems, but please bear with me. :) Thank you to AlexaSummer, astronot, kawaii01, and, Thatwereinlove for adding my story to their Favorites, and also ARIA657, arizonaicetea, BelikovaGirl97, DecemberRoses, KimGil, lostwhite, Mandy Hale, pennyandthequarters, RolyPoly-x, and teenietia for adding my story to Story Alerts! Oh, and thank you for the reviews! I'll try to write more and everything, but I probably won't post til next year. Haha, geddit? ;) But anyways, I thank all the readers who can read through my writing and take the time to do so. But this fic is seriously killing me. I can't do Klaine angst and Seblaine but I have to omg. I know this isn't much, but it's Klaine! And if I write anything that sounds weird, feel free to review it and tell me whatever I messed up. :) Happy New Years!