When Blaine came to, he felt as though his head had been run over by a truck. The first thing he noticed was that it was light outside. The second thing he noticed was that he had no clue whatsoever where he was. He also noticed that he wasn't wearing his own clothes either – instead, he was dressed in a loose red t-shirt, and navy blue pyjama pants. A jolt of fear ran through him as he sprung up from the unfamiliar bed, his head darting around to survey his surroundings.
As he did this, though, nausea overtook him. His stomach rolled unpleasantly as an empty basin was thrust into his hands with practised precision. He didn't have time to think about it before the contents of his stomach emptied out with a choke from Blaine. He felt a gentle hand rubbing his back, as the bed dipped beside him.
"Hey, killer." The voice was soft and empathetic. It also left Blaine no doubt to where he was. He went home with Sebastian last night? Just how out of it was he, exactly?
As if hearing Blaine's thoughts, Sebastian grinned at him as he removed the basin after checking that there wasn't any more vomit to come for the time being. "Don't worry, B, we didn't sleep together. I prefer my sexual partners to be concious enough to do some of the work at least." he winked.
Blaine remained silent. He didn't really know what to say, and wasn't sure if he could speak even if he tried. He felt rather than saw Sebastian press a cold glass into his hand, accompanied by two pills in the other. "Take these, and go back to sleep."
He didn't really have the energy to argue. As soon as he swallowed the pills, he felt his body weighing him down back into the comfort of the memory foam mattress below him.
The next time he rose into conciousness, it was with crippling hunger pains in his stomach. He grimaced as it growled loudly. Blaine had no idea what time it was, but the light from the window had dimmed into a soft twilight, so he figured he'd probably outstayed his welcome. It wasn't like he and Sebastian were friends, right?
Though, Blaine couldn't help but be silently grateful that the ex-Warbler had been there last night. As soon as the thought emerged though, he fought internally with himself to push it down, along with any other feelings he'd had about the boy in the past. He couldn't allow himself to be drawn in by him. Not again. Not after the infamous slushie incident.
Blaine blinked and sat up, taking in the contents of what he assumed to be Sebastian's bedroom. It was not at all what he expected from a snotty rich teenager. In fact, it was sort of... bare? There didn't seem to be any personal touches at all.
Maybe Sebastian had a guest room. That must be it. All that lay in this room were a simple double bed, green linen curtains that ran from the high windows to the floor, a bedside table and a chest of drawers. The only thing that indicated that someone may spend some time in here was a large, full oak bookshelf, covered in books ranging from the Harry Potter series to Dante's Inferno and Homer's Odyssey. On the bottom shelf there was what looked like educational textbooks stacked carefully in a neater order than the rest of the books. Was Sebastian at college now?
More importantly, why did Blaine even care?
"Feeling better, killer?" A smooth voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see Sebastian holding a tray with what looked like vegetable soup in a bowl, and beside it a plate with a few slices of bread with two packets of butter on the side.
Because he was so out of it, Blaine wasn't sure if he had been wearing the same outfit when he woke up earlier, but there was something odd about seeing Sebastian casually draped in a white t-shirt and washed denim jeans that hung low around his hips. He licked his lips.
"I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry," Sebastian explained, "but you've been sleeping all day. I think it would do you good to line your stomach with something."
Blaine gazed at the boy, completely perplexed. "Why are you doing this?" He took the tray from him regardless, on account of the fact that he felt as though his stomach was going to implode on itself if he didn't fill it soon. Of course, he hadn't eaten since dinner the day before, which would mean it had been around 24 hours. How had he even managed to get himself into such a state?
Taking a seat next to Blaine, Sebastian sighed heavily. Upon a closer viewing of the boy's face, Blaine could see the bags that lay under his eyes – had he even slept?
"Look, I know you don't trust me. Fuck, you have every right not to trust me, B. Believe me when I say I have nothing but regret for the shit I put you through. But last night, you were so out of it, and your eyes were glazed over, and you were just so helpless, and Sam-"
"Shit! Sam!" Blaine almost threw the tray holding the soup onto the bedside table, his head darting around searching for his cell phone.
"Don't worry, killer," Seb chuckled softly. "He knows you're safe. I texted him. I, uh.. I may have pretended to be you, and told him you went home to get some sleep."
Blaine let out a surprised chortle, scooping up the tray again. A little of the soup had spilled over in his haste to let Sam know he hadn't been drugged and kidnapped, but most of it it remained in the bowl. He took the first taste, and a surge of warmth rose within him. The soup was absolutely delicious – a smooth blend of vegetables with a subtle dash of spice. As he dug in, Sebastian grinned with pride. "I made it myself."
"Mph- you cook?" Blaine spluttered, a bit of the bread Sebastian had provided lodged in his mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, it's rude," Sebastian teased, nudging Blaine gently. "Yes, I cook. It was one of the things I learned from my..." His sentence cut off, and Sebastian shifted uncomfortably, before continuing as though nothing odd had just happened "my mother."
Blaine almost hadn't heard the last part of the sentence – the words were said with the weight of an open wound. Blaine was both shocked and heartbroken by the extent of the raw hurt on the other boy's face. Sebastian cleared his throat, glancing away from Blaine.
Not wanting to make things too awkward, Blaine changed the subject swiftly. "Uhm, so..." he motioned to the bookshelf with his head, "I never took you for a Harry Potter fan."
The tension relieved itself from Sebastian's shoulders, and his let out a soft laugh. "Tell anyone, they'll never find your body, Killer," he joked. It was evident that he was grateful for the change of subject.
"Your secret is safe with me," Blaine grinned. "I'm quite the fanboy, myself."
This launched what can only be described as a conversation of epic proportions, in which Sebastian had settled beside Blaine on the bed (on top of the covers, thank you) discussed their favourite books of the series - "No, The Chamber of Secrets is too much of a kids book for me," Sebastian had teased, declaring The Half-Blood Prince to be the clear winner out of them all, because "seriously, Blaine – Plot twists everywhere!". This led onto the discussions of their favourite characters - "Harry wouldn't have gotten through the first book if it wasn't for Hermione!" Blaine had argued, before they finished off with a conversation about houses.
"Ravenclaw, huh? I had you pegged for a Slytherin," Blaine jabbed.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Hufflepuff, though? Really?"
"Hey! We're not that bad!" Blaine argued. "Cedric Diggory was a Hufflepuff."
"You mean the guy from those Twilight movies? Yeah, congratulations, killer. You got the sparkly vampire on your side."
"Shut up," Blaine replied, rolling his eyes. "Plus, we have Tonks. She was an auror."
"Also, dead."
"Sebastian!" Blaine exclaimed in mock horror, throwing in an exaggerated clutch at his heart.
"You're right, too far!" Sebastian laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides.
Blaine chuckled, glancing over to the other boy. As their eyes met, Blaine started to become all too aware to the fact that their shoulders were touching slightly as they leaned against the headboard of Sebastian's bed, and their legs were sprawled lazily next to each other, almost touching at the knees. Sebastian's expression moulded into one of perplexity. His skin tingled as Sebastian's forearm fell against his, and his stomach had that familiar fluttering feeling.
Before he could even think about what that meant, however, Blaine's ringtone loudly interrupted him. Sebastian drew himself back a little, Blaine's phone clearly breaking whatever spell they had come under while they had been staring at one another. He ignored the twinge of disappointment he felt at the loss of Sebastian's body heat.
"It's Sam," Blaine explained after taking a look at the caller ID, before swiping the screen. "Hey!"
"Where the hell are you?!" Sam's voice bellowed through the cell. "What happened? First you disappear on me, tell me you've went home, and I've just been to your apartment – no answer. Dude, what happened? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, Sam, I- Look, I'll explain later, I promise. I gotta go, okay? I'll call back soon, I promise!"
"Blai-"
He cut of the call quickly, throwing his cell back on the bedside table, before shifting himself out of the bed. "I need to go, uhm- I... Thanks. For... you know-" Blaine stumbled through his words, apparently losing his knowledge of the English language. "And, I.. oh, I'm still wearing your clothes."
Sebastian smirked, "I know. It's super hot."
Blaine could feel the heat in his cheeks to know that he was blushing. He turned away quickly, hoping Sebastian didn't notice. If he did, however, he didn't say anything.
"Your clothes are in the wash, in case you were wondering. You kind of threw up on them."
"That explains why you changed me, then?" Blaine glared.
"I was a perfect gentleman, I'll have you know," Sebastian replied indignantly. "I told you this morning, killer. I prefer my conquests to be concious and consenting."
"Right," Blaine nodded. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty – Sebastian had obviously gone out of his way to help Blaine out. Maybe he had been serious after all about turning over a new leaf.
"You can keep those, they're too small for me anyway." Sebastian stood from the bed, folding his arms. "Guess you'll have to come back for your own clothes."
Blaine couldn't help but notice that Sebastian didn't sound too put out by that prospect.
"I guess I will," Blaine replied, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hey, you didn't answer me last night. How did you even get my number?"
"I told you," Sebastian teased flippantly, "I have my sources."
Blaine rolled his eyes.
It wasn't until he got back into his own apartment that he called Sam back.
He wasn't one to lie, so he explained everything. Sam had been suspicious, of course, but Blaine assured him that Sebastian had been nothing but courteous.
"It was actually spooky, Sam. He only hit on me like twice! And even then, he wasn't really being serious."
Sam agreed grudgingly that it had been good of Sebastian to make sure Blaine was okay, "But this doesn't mean he's a good person!" he'd practically screamed down the phone.
Blaine couldn't help but think that he was starting to disagree with that particular opinion.