A/N: Hey everyone! I'm glad to be getting such a positive response from you all. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: Neither Glee nor its characters belong to me. I am simply playing with them.

Chapter Two

Blaine had been attempting to sleep (rather unsuccessfully) when the door opened. His first thought was that it was a nurse, and he turned his head slightly to greet them. His greeting died before it had even been formed as he caught sight of his visitor in the form of Sebastian. The Warbler had his signature smirk in place, but the smug look didn't quite reach his eyes, so Blaine decided to ignore it.

"Sebastian," he managed to say after a moment, recovering from his surprise. "Hi." He inwardly cringed at his greeting. It had come out so timid, and Blaine didn't want to come off as desperate of awkward, especially when he wasn't even sure the reason behind Sebastian's visit.

Sebastian, for his part, just glanced around the room.

"Hey, Killer," he replied, his eyes looking everywhere but at Blaine, which was the first clue that he wasn't here to be a dick. "Where's the princess?"

The insult lacked its usual snark, and though Blaine knew he should be offended on Kurt's behalf – Why though? It wasn't like they were dating anymore – he couldn't bring himself to care.

"At home, I'd imagine." Or bitching at anyone who will listen. He didn't say that out loud of course, and Blaine began picking at the loose thread from before once more.

"Why isn't he here with you?" The tone of voice Sebastian used almost got Blaine to laugh. It sounded more like What idiot would leave you here alone? Blaine could understand the question though. The few times Kurt and Sebastian had come face to face, Kurt had come off extremely overprotective. And possessive, his mind supplied helpfully. Even in the face of everything though, Blaine was hesitant to answer. Telling Kurt it was over was one thing, thinking it and accepting that it was the right thing was another…

Admitting it to someone else made it feel so permanent. That was what he wanted though, right?

"I broke up with him." There, he had managed to say it out loud without his voice cracking or dying off. His gaze was fixed on the blanket; the thread was getting steadily longer as Blaine continued to pick at it.

"Oh." It was spoken in an 'I'm-Not-Sure-How-To-Appropriately-Respond' kind of tone. Blaine took pity on him and just hummed in acknowledgment. This was followed by a few tense moments of silence until Blaine shifted in discomfort.

"I'm sorry." It came out of nowhere, and was spoken quietly, almost to a whisper. Blaine looked up, and was shocked to see how vulnerable Sebastian looked. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his eyes locked on Blaine's. "I was being stupid, I wasn't thinking about the consequences. It doesn't make it right, but I just though you should know." His hand shifted up to run through his hair, and a sigh of exasperation left his lips. "God, I really suck at apologizing." He swallowed nervously, and Blaine unconsciously zeroed in on his Adam's apple as it bobbed. He felt his face heat up and he quickly dropped his gaze. What the hell?

"It's alright," he whispered in reply. He wasn't sure why he was whispering, though he supposed it fit the mood in the room at the moment. He chewed on his bottom lip as he contemplated what to say. "Honestly, I think I forgave you almost immediately after it happened."

There was a moment of silence, followed by the slightly painful sound of a chair being dragged closer to the bed. Blaine looked up again and visibly jerked in surprise at how close Sebastian had gotten.

"Really?" Sebastian asked. It came off curious rather than a need for reassurance.

"I figured that this wasn't your intention." Blaine gestured around the room as he said this, before dropping his hand back in his lap.

"It wasn't," Sebastian agreed, leaning back in his chair. There was another silence, though this one was much more comfortable. Blaine's eyes fluttered closed and he laid back once more.

"Did you already get it fixed?" Sebastian suddenly asked, probably brought on by the lack of bandages on Blaine's face. A small smile fixed itself on his face as he nodded the affirmative.

"Yes," he said. "I had surgery yesterday. They wanted to keep me for observation. I should be getting out tomorrow though."

"That's good," Sebastian replied, his eyes closed. After another couple minutes of fairly comfortable silence, Sebastian stood up. "I should probably get going. Text me when they set you free, Killer." He was already out the door before Blaine could even fully process his words.

Well, that was odd.

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Blaine's mother checked him out the next afternoon. Annette Anderson was a beautiful woman, with a cheerful personality. She sort of balanced out Blaine's father, and somehow made his constant criticism worth it. She had fussed over him all afternoon, and Blaine couldn't help but bask in the attention. Now they were walking out to the parking garage, and she was filling him in on what was happening at home. Blaine was content to just listen to her talk until she turned the conversation to school.

Shit. He hadn't even thought about school. Where he was already given enough crap, and now he wasn't with Kurt, who was the entire reason for Blaine's transfer in the first place. Would he be able to stick it out?

"Mom?" he asked hesitantly as he got in the attractive SUV his mother said was her 'third child.' He was almost afraid to ask, thinking of a few dozen negative reactions to his question. "What… Err… What would you say if I …. If I wanted to transfer back to Dalton?"

"Why would you want that, Blaine? It was a Dalton boy who injured you, wasn't it?" Ok, so that wasn't a terrible reaction, rather an understandable one. Blaine latched onto the fact that she didn't immediately say no and pushed.

"I know, but at least I have friends there, and the curriculum is actually a challenge… And Sebastian came by yesterday to apologize." He had yet to mention that visit, but better late than never, he supposed.

His mother glanced over at him in surprise. He didn't blame her for that. He had told his mom about Sebastian (more like complained) more than once, and an apology did seem out of character. Blaine thought back to the day before. "I really suck at apologizing." Sebastian had said. He wondered how difficult it had been for Sebastian to swallow his pride and show up in person.

"Well," his mother finally said, jolting him out of his thoughts. "I'll see what I can do, but no promises. You'll have to stick it out at McKinley for now." Blaine nodded in response. That was really all he could ask for.

Two weeks out of school, and his first day back he'd have to face the wrath of Kurt's friends.

Just perfect.