So a couple of people asked for follow up, so here you have it! I've got another one or two chapters in my head, that should round it off. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee. Sadly.


The journey to the hospital was silent. Blaine stayed with Sebastian, as his parents where nowhere to be found. He didn't ask where they were. He didn't ask anything, he was just there for Sebastian.

Blaine walked briskly behind the paramedics who were wheeling Sebastian into the hospital. He probably would have been alright to walk, but precautions were always made. And Blaine was still so worried.

His mind was racing, still. He couldn't help but thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't found Sebastian. If someone else had, when it was too late. What if Sebastian had died? The guilt returned. Blaine would be lying if he said it ever left, but that one thought brought it back strong.

Blaine was instructed to wait in the family room, given that he was the only person with Sebastian. The nurse who directed him there insured him he would see Sebastian soon. They were just doing procedural checks. Her warm, brown eyes were somewhat of a comfort. Blaine nodded in thanks as she left him alone.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket. His hands were still shaking. 2 missed calls. 1 new message. All from Kurt.

'Well? You're taking your time. What happened to blunt and to the point? – K '

Blaine almost scowled at the text. It made him angry, although he couldn't say why. Kurt had no idea. His eyes found the clock. He had been gone three hours. Those three hours felt like three minutes. Everything had all happened so fast. He rubbed his burning eyes, exhaling heavily, before replying to Kurt.

'At the hospital with Seb. He's in a bad way. – B'

The reply was almost immediate. And it made Blaine's blood boil.

'Seb? Is that what we're calling him now? What has he done, killed himself in a jealous rage? - K'

What?

Blaine slammed his phone on the table beside him. He ground his teeth together. He was furious. Though part of him knew Kurt would regret saying that immediately in person, he had never disliked him more. Kurt did not receive a reply. The wall, however, received a blow from Blaine's fist. If Kurt had any idea, any at all, he thought, how fucking dare he? He couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision to chase him back at the coffee shop.

No. Don't think like that, he told himself.

Thirty long minutes ticked by. Blaine had given up on sitting. He was now pacing the room anxiously. Half in rage, half in anticipation. And then, at last, the nurse returned, the one with the warm eyes. She led him to Sebastian.

There he was. A sharp pain in Blaine's chest accompanied the first glimpse of him. A small, weak smile appeared on the boy's face as Blaine appeared before him.

Blaine sat beside him in the worn down armchair intended for visitors. He rubbed his hands together, just like he did at the coffee shop. He was nervous, just like he was at the coffee shop. But how? Sebastian was lying there, vulnerable like never before, and Blaine was still a wreck around him. His eyes remained fixated on the floor, until...

"Blaine..." he heard in a small, weak voice. His eyes were drawn up. They met Sebastian's. Blaine blinked back the tears he refused to show. He had to say something.

"Sebastian, I am so sorry." He blurted out at last. His voice was strained. "I'm to blame for this... this is my fault. God, I should never have said that to you! I wouldn't wish that on anybody! I'm just- I'm to blame. And I'll never forgive-"

"Blaine." Sebastian interrupted, this time a little more audible. He reached out his hand. Blaine wasn't obliged to take it, but he did. Sebastian had to smile. Blaine was adorable, as ever. "Thank you," he said.

Blaine parted his lips to question. Sebastian didn't let him.

"Forget about what you said, its okay. It's not the first time I've heard that... won't be the last..." Sebastian attempted a laugh. "Just remember what you did, alright? You... you shoved your freaking hand down my throat. You stopped me from dying." Sebastian ran his thumb up and down the skin of Blaine's hand. He could see the conflict lingering in Blaine's deep brown eyes. He could see the guilt, the scarring Sebastian had caused by putting him through that. Sebastian felt like he should be the one comforting Blaine.

"Please don't do that to yourself again." He whispered, his eyes fixing on the boys' hands. Sebastian simply smiled half-heartedly.

"You should go," he replied, "they're keeping me in overnight anyway."

Blaine looked up once more. "What about... your parents?" he felt obliged to ask. Again, Sebastian chuckled weakly at their mention.

"My parents are on a plane to San Francisco. I highly doubt this would make them turn around."

Blaine's mouth formed an 'o'. He didn't want to push any further, but he wasn't going to leave Sebastian alone all night. "Then I'll come back," he insisted, "I'll go to your house and collect a bag for you, and then I'll be right back, okay?"

Sebastian wasn't given the chance to protest. Blaine gave a small squeeze to Sebastian's hand before slipping out of the room.

He slowly prompted himself up to a sitting position, with a wall of pillows behind him to keep him in place. His limbs were heavy; full of the precautious painkillers he had been injected with. He was left to dwell on his own thoughts. He was able to think about, for the first time, what had actually just happened. Blaine Anderson, the boy who had rejected him disastrously only hours before, had just stopped him from ending his life. Even though all Sebastian had done was cause him trouble. Even though all he ever did was try to wipe out the person who made Blaine happiest. Even though Blaine would be better off without Sebastian, he saved him.

Blaine drove instinctively to Kurt Hummel's home. Despite the disgust Kurt had displayed earlier, Sebastian was a priority right now, and Blaine was going to make sure he knew.

He knocked loudly on Kurt's door, hoping he would be the one to answer. He was in luck. Kurt was not. He opened the door slowly, giving Blaine a long look of disapproval, of which Blaine chose to ignore. He got straight down to the point.

"Yes, Kurt. Sebastian tried to kill himself. Happy?" he spat, folding his arms across his chest. Kurt's mouth fell open, purely from shock. At last, Blaine saw the glimmer of remorse in the boy's icy blue eyes. "I got to him just in time. There was broken glass everywhere. He'd just swallowed a heap of pills. He was completely wrecked. His arms were... were covered in blood where he had freaking slashed them." Blaine could tell his descriptions were disturbing the boy. Kurt crossed his arms across his chest and clung on to his on shoulders, his face turning into an alarmed scowl. Blaine didn't stop. He couldn't stop himself. "He did that to himself because of me. Because of us! I told him to drop dead before chasing after my beloved boyfriend, and he tried to obey. He tried to kill himself because I chose you over him. Don't you feel bad about that?" Blaine ranted, his voice growing in volume. He was so worked up about this. Part of him knew it wasn't completely true, and that there were so many other demons in this boy's life. Maybe he would never know about some of them, but at least Blaine cared about them.

Nothing could prepare Blaine for Kurt's reply. Kurt's selfish, heartless reply.

"You chose me for a reason, Blaine. Because I'm the one who loves you, and you love me. It's just some stupid crush he has to learn to deal with. If something like that sends him to that extreme, the boy clearly needs help..."

Blaine froze. His eyes narrowed. He almost didn't believe his ears. Is that all Kurt retracted from this situation? Did he feel no guilt, no emotion towards the boy? Could such a petty grudge really make a person so heartless?

The struggle to comprehend the boy's words enough to reply was lengthy. "...Who are you?" Blaine asked, his voice exploding with rage. "How can you even think like that? Of course he needs help, Kurt! Why the hell do you think I'm going back to the hospital now?"

Blaine's hands were shaking again. He glared at Kurt, pushing for a response. Kurt was terrified. He had never seen Blaine like this. He swallowed hard, his lip quivering just slightly. Was he really going back to the hospital, for him?

"I just... I thought-" Kurt struggled. He couldn't say what he was truly thinking, he wouldn't forgive himself for it. But right in the back of his mind, the thought that Sebastian may have only done this to get Blaine for himself, lingered. "I'm sorry," he forced out.

Blaine stood in disbelief as the boy he loved presented him with the most insincere of apologies. He didn't want apologies. There was only one person who deserved those right now. Suddenly, a burst of sadness, or disappointment accompanied his anger. He shook his head. He really was going to do this.

"I can't... be with somebody who has such... such disregard to others like this." Blaine swallowed hard, watching Kurt's expression morph into one of distraught. "This isn't who I fell in love with. That Kurt was one of the most compassionate people I've ever met but now? Now you're just... cold. I thought you, of all people, would help somebody through this... I guess I was wrong." Blaine could see Kurt's face dropping with each word directed to him. Blaine couldn't understand how this hurt so much. Surely his bitter anger towards Kurt would have made this easier? "I'll- I'll see you around, Kurt." He said quietly, turning on his heel and returning to his car. Leaving his boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend it would seem, alone to think. Finally, the true regret hit Kurt. Perhaps it was a shame Blaine never turned back to see it.

After a short trip to Sebastian's house, Blaine soon found himself back at the hospital. As promised, he had collected an overnight bag for Sebastian, insuring he wouldn't have to wake up in the morning and dress in clothes covered in the memory of the night before. Whilst at Sebastian's house, Blaine's conscience urged him to enter the bathroom and clear up the bloody mess. He decided against it, only afraid of what haunting, horrid images the room would bring back to him.

Blaine wasn't directed to Sebastian this time; he found his room for himself. He wasn't entirely convinced he was permitted to stay overnight, but he intended to nonetheless. His knuckles gently tapped the window of the room, offering Sebastian a weak smile through the darkened glass.

Sebastian felt uplifted immediately at the sight of Blaine Anderson. He didn't doubt for a second that Blaine was trustworthy, but he couldn't fight the feeling that he wouldn't come back like he said he would. And now he was here, things seemed better.

Blaine took a seat beside Sebastian again. "Uh... hi." Blaine said, shifting awkwardly in the uncomfortable chair. Sebastian smiled at the boy in reply. "How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, leaning forward slightly.

Sebastian took a moment or two to answer. "Numb. There's only so much feeling a person can do when drugged up on painkillers they don't need."

Blaine had to laugh. Sebastian had kept his dry, blunt dialect intact. Blaine's hands rose from his lap. They hovered, momentarily in an indecisive movement, when eventually; they landed besides Sebastian's left hand, enclosing it in his own.

Sebastian took a sharp intake of breath. He almost forgot to breathe out. It was only then, at that moment, did he realise that Blaine truly was here for him. A warmth grew within him. He felt something totally unfamiliar; a need. He had never needed before. He didn't need anybody. He wanted, yes, but never needed. This was changing.

"It'll be alright, y'know..." Blaine said nervously, "I-I mean... you'll be alright."

"I think I will" Sebastian replied. His hand tightened around Blaine's. "I'm being discharged tomorrow..." Sebastian paused. He bit his lip, taking a moment to remember he could trust Blaine. "...right after my first therapy session."

Blaine had to stop his eyes from widening. To say the least, he was shocked. For some reason, he had convinced himself that he would have to do all the work. He didn't think for a moment Sebastian would openly help himself. He had always seemed too stubborn for that. But he was going to get better. Who was Blaine to question his motives?

Blaine just did what he was here to do.

"I'm going to be here. I'll go with you. I'll help you, Sebastian, I promise."

Sebastian didn't reply, in fear of showing emotion he couldn't retract. His pride was shattered, but he held onto what was left. He nodded slowly, and squeezed Blaine's hand in gratitude. He could only wonder if Blaine realised he was getting help for Blaine's sake.