Hello again! First of all, THANK YOU! I love when people review and stuff, because it just inspires me to write faster. Who else would I write this for, after all? ;)
Secondly, I want to let you all know that yes, I am aware these chapters are short. Which is why I don't call them chapters. I call them parts. I write short. There will be a lot of them, in the end, because that's just what I'm comfortable with. The good news? I have three parts already written after this! It's not like you have to wait for that!
Okay, so yes. Thank you and I love you all. Have kisses and love and things.
ON WITH THE STORY!
Sebastian woke the next morning with the sense that the previous day had been a horrible dream.
Maybe a nightmare.
Kicking his legs, which were still stiff from sitting for hours and then walking all the way to school, he tried to break free of the tangled mess of sheets wrapped around them. An irritated beeping sound was coming from somewhere near his desk and he knew it was the reason he was awake now and he wanted it to stop.
Finally, he freed one leg, only to roll over and find there was no bed to support him. He hit the floor with a soft humph, pain shooting up his back.
Really, whose bright idea was it to make Dalton beds so tall?
"Dude, quiet!" his roommate, Todd, groaned, rolling over across the room and pulling a pillow over his head.
Sebastian ignored the request, getting up and throwing his sheets on his bed again before scrambling around for his pants. The phone beeped again, as if it were letting him know where to find it. Scooping up the denim, he searched his pockets until he found the noise machine.
3 missed calls from Blaine Anderson
Fucking fantastic.
He silenced his phone, throwing it on the bed with his sheets and considering them both offensive and irritated. He made as much noise as possible, getting a change of clothes and his bathroom things to wash up. Crying and being outside for hours made him feel disgusting.
"I'm requesting a new roommate!" Todd called as he stepped out into the hallway.
"Good! You smell terrible!" he shot back before slamming the door shut and padding down the hall, his boxers the only thing covering him from the rest of the boys who were just trying to get ready for their day. Really, who needed decency here? They all looked the same to some extent.
In the shared bathroom, he stopped by the mirror first and a grimace spread across his face at his reflection. His hair was in disgusting tangles, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were chapped from the cold.
He looked like hell, just like Blaine said.
Flinging his towel over the mirror to hide his reflection, he made his way to the shower, intent on scrubbing away the memories of the previous day. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, he could pretend he hadn't gone to see his parents and the events that followed hadn't actually happened.
At least, he could hope as much. A shower was just as good as a fresh start, right? A clean slate of any kind should have been good enough.
3 missed calls.
He had really, really fucked up.
Blaine sat on his bed, once again ignoring the text books that surrounded him in favor of his cell phone background. The picture was of Kurt, sitting in Central Park, surrounded by trees and people. And he looked so happy.
Sad eyes filled his vision again, but this time they weren't blue.
Sebastian.
He had already called a fourth time, officially making him seem desperate, and he really was sick of being ignored. He had half a mind just to go to Dalton and demand answers in person, but that seemed extreme. Admittedly, he had done some pretty extreme things to help people before, but still…
He dialed the number again, placing the phone to his ear, and prayed he'd get an answer.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"Do you ever quit?"
He exhaled slowly, the tight knot in his chest loosening slightly. "Do you always show up on random people's porches and storm off with no explanation?" he replied easily, trying not to let him hear how relieved he was.
"Actually, I do. It's kinda my thing." came the retort, making him roll his eyes immediately. He could hear movement in the background, like clothes being rubbed together.
"Well, it's kind of my thing to never quit." he commented, unable to help but picture Sebastian changing.
Wait… What?
'No, Blaine. Too far.'
"Too bad. You could do much better things with your time." Sebastian said finally, blessedly breaking his train of thought. "Like, for instance, calling your boyfriend five times instead of me. I'm sure he'd rather hear from you anyway."
"You came to my house, remember?" Blaine scoffed immediately, completely dismissing the comment and forcing himself not to think about just how uncertain he was that Kurt would want to hear from him.
"Yeah, and I've been regretting it ever since."
There it was. The sadness. It had been so clear in his eyes, but in his voice it was deeper. It made him sound harder, more aggressive. The more he tried to hide it, the worse it became.
"I don't." Blaine said, surprising himself. It wasn't the complete truth, but he had a feeling acting like a jerk would only push Sebastian away at this point, and that was very counter productive. "Come back over."
There was silence on the other line for a long time and he had to check twice to make sure they were still connected.
"Sebastian?" he asked quietly.
"Don't ask if you don't want me there." he snapped finally, pain clear in the way he spoke.
"I wasn't asking." Blaine said finally. "I was telling you."
Again, silence, though this time it didn't last nearly as long. "Hope you don't regret this."
There was a click and Blaine looked at his phone, his background displayed again.
"I hope I don't either."