They spent the day in the couch, with Sebastian snuggled under a blanket ranting and complaining about everything and Blaine just attentively listening and trying to be a supportive friend. For lunch they ordered from the nearby Chinese restaurant and stuffed themselves full. Later that afternoon, Sebastian noticed Blaine seemed to be getting a little uncomfortable and figured he was most likely already bored of being stuck with him all day when he probably had better things to do. However, when Blaine finally announced he was leaving, he promised to come back later to pick Sebastian up and take him out clubbing.

Blaine said he was determined to not let this breakup prevent Sebastian from having a good time on his birthday.

Just as promised, a few hours later, Blaine came back to pick him up, and once Sebastian opened the door, he couldn't help but gape.

Blaine was looking good, better than any other time he'd seen him lately. He was wearing tight black skinny jeans and ankle boots that accentuated his legs in all the right places, a burgundy V-neck shirt and a dark brown leather jacket. Even his hair looked great, with his curls perfectly styled, and he smelled amazing. Sebastian was shaken out of his reverie when Blaine finally asked: "Are you ready to go? Cause you have an awesome night ahead of you, birthday boy."

Sebastian just rolled his eyes and laughed, grabbing his jacket, and quick enough they walked down the stairs to get into a cab that Blaine already had waiting for them outside.

"So... Can I know where are you taking me?"

"Nope, it's a surprise."

"Come on, it's my birthday, can't I at least know where we're going to see if I'm in the mood for it or not?"

Blaine just laughed, "We're going to all my favorite spots, actually..." Sebastian gave him a weird look before he caught up with what he meant. "We're going club hopping, starting here."

They got out the cab and into a small Pub. They had live music and the place seemed really nice, though it was more of a place to drink and talk than to dance and get thoroughly wasted like Sebastian was hoping.

Blaine must have read Sebastian's thoughts on his face because he quickly said: "Don't worry, we're only here for the warm-up."

And so they headed for the bar and Blaine ordered them a couple of beers before calling for the house's specialty: Irish Car Bombs.

Needless to say, Sebastian was pleasantly surprised as they quickly drank them down, tasting the sweetness of the cream and the burn of the whiskey all at the same time.

"Wow... This tastes really good." Sebastian said, licking the leftover cream from his upper lip. "It's like a milkshake, but with booze!"

"I told you..." Blaine said cheerily as he downed the rest of his drink, "Consider this the equivalent of your birthday cake!"

They laughed and ordered another one. It was barely enough to even give them a considerable buzz, but Blaine had been right: it was a great warm-up. By the time they arrived to the next stop, they were ready for the heavy drinking and dancing that would take Sebastian's mind off of the crap and drama he'd endured that day.

The club was loud and crowded, but it didn't matter, this was exactly what they needed at the moment. Sebastian could feel the buzzing energy from the second they stepped into the place. So after making the mandatory visit to the bar and ordering a double round of tequila shots, Blaine pushed Sebastian by the shoulders into the dance floor and they got lost among the writhing mass of moving bodies.

They didn't talk then, Blaine and Sebastian just moved to the beat, quickly getting used to the rhythm of the music and of their own bodies dancing together. Sebastian was already a little drunk, but not even the loudness of the music or the dashing neon lights of the club could distract him from the sight of Blaine moving almost sinfully in front of him. He could see Blaine was already drunk too, sexy as he was moving, the look on his face gave away he was lost in the moment. Sebastian smiled, happy that despite everything he was having a great time on his birthday.

After dancing for quite a while, Blaine excused himself to go to the restroom, telling Sebastian to wait for him at the bar. Sebastian waited for a couple of minutes and just when he was wondering how long Blaine was going to take, he was back and positively beaming. Before Sebastian could even ask him what he was so happy about, Blaine announced it was time to bounce again, and even though Sebastian didn't want to leave, he agreed.

They made one more stop and Blaine was a little too excited to get there, babbling all the way while they were in the cab. It was hilarious for Sebastian to see Blaine this drunk and hyper, and he figured he must be just as drunk as Blaine, so it was fine. It was almost midnight, so they still had time to enjoy themselves before even thinking of going home.

This time, they went to what was obviously a gay club, and Sebastian had never been there before, so was excited to get in and see how good or bad it was. He had his fair share of disappointments with gay bars before, but once inside he liked what he saw, and Blaine wasted no time dragging him to the bar for more drinks.

To say he was drunk would be the understatement of the year. Sebastian was starting to have a hard time keeping up with Blaine on the dance floor, suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded at the same time. He had no idea how Blaine still had so much energy after drinking and dancing non stop all night.

Sebastian leaned down to speak in Blaine's ear because of the loud music, to suggest they take a break but once he learned down Blaine curled his arms around Sebastian's neck, resting his forehead on his shoulder and Sebastian couldn't find it in him to even dare to break away.

They danced together, slowly and deliciously to the beat of the music. Their bodies moving in sync, the heat of Blaine's body and his scent was intoxicating. So when Blaine slid his leg between Sebastian's own and started rutting against him, Sebastian couldn't help the moan that escaped for the back of his throat.

Blaine smiled devilishly, moving his head from Sebastian's shoulder to the crook of his neck and breathing in and out strongly, sending a wave of shivers and electricity down Sebastian's whole body. Before Sebastian even had a chance to react, Blaine was sucking on his neck and soon after he was leaning up to kiss him, using the grip of his arms around Sebastian's neck to bring him down and have better access to him.

In that moment, Sebastian completely lost control of himself, not sure how much was because of the alcohol and how much it was just Blaine and the realization that he was finally kissing him, touching him, tasting him and it was all so overwhelming that Sebastian couldn't think of anything else but how he wanted more, needed more. Blaine was nipping on his bottom lip and running his fingers through the hair on the back of Sebastian's neck and he was just entranced in the feeling of it all.

His grip on Blaine's waist and back was strong and desperate, touching everywhere he could reach and just as they kept kissing, Blaine's hands wandered down to Sebastian's hips and he slowly slid his fingers under the hem of Sebastian's shirt, touching the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. The feeling of Blaine's hands on his hot skin had him grabbing handfuls of Blaine's ass and all lingering inhibitions and hesitations were finally thrown out the window as Sebastian almost lifted Blaine up from the floor and pushed him up against the nearest wall.

They were kissing hungrily, pulling at their clothes, biting their lips and necks and almost dry humping until Sebastian's erection started to strain so much inside his jeans that it was almost painful.

"Oh god, fuck me..." Blaine pleaded with a soft whisper and Sebastian knew right then that they needed to stop. They couldn't have sex here, not like this. But he couldn't stop, not right away, not when he had Blaine pressed against the wall with a hand on his ass and the other one pulling at his hair. But he slowed down and tried to get Blaine to open his eyes and look at him.

"Blaine wait... Wait... We need to slow down a little."

Blaine just let out a pained noise and slammed his head frustrated against the wall, breathing in and out.

"I'm gonna die if you don't fuck me right now Sebastian..." He blurted out, and Sebastian just wanted to die because there wasn't anything he wanted more than that but he couldn't, they shouldn't.

"We're too drunk... We need to calm down, and get out of here." Sebastian whispered and Blaine just nodded as they tried to compose themselves and walked towards the table where they left their jackets and drinks.

They sat for a while, just awkwardly staring at each other and trying to catch their breath. Blaine looked deflated and tired, and Sebastian was just trying to figure out what to do now.

"I sill wanted to take you to one more club." Blaine suddenly said, pouting, and Sebastian just shook his head in complete disbelief, laughing.

"Not a chance. I think we're done for the night."

"I could use another drink though." Blaine insisted.

"Yes, but of water..." Sebastian said, "there's no way you're having more alcohol tonight Blaine."

"Fine, mom!" Blaine said rolling his eyes, "order me some and I'll be right back." He said, getting up from the table and heading for the restroom.

Sebastian watched Blaine walk to the back of the club and he walked over to the bar to buy a couple of water bottles. He realized he needed to use the restroom too, so he put the water bottles on their table and headed towards the back where he'd seen Blaine go to.

Nothing could have prepared Sebastian for what he saw once he pushed the restroom door open: Blaine was hunched over the sink counter, snorting cocaine.

Blaine hadn't even realized he was being watched as he snorted a second line. He had his eyes closed as he turned his face up, facing the ceiling; he held the bridge of his nose between his fingers tightly and sighed heavily. Once he looked down at himself in the mirror, he could see Sebastian's reflection staring back at him, which made him turn around with a panicked expression, like a deer caught in the headlights.

Sebastian was speechless, standing beside the door with a horrified expression in his face, and for a few seconds none of them were able to say anything.

"Blaine... What the hell?"

Blaine quickly reached for the sink and wiped the surface with his palm, shoving his hand into his pocket immediately. Sebastian stormed into the bathroom and tried to pull Blaine's hand out of his pocket to see it, but Blaine squirmed as if Sebastian's touch burned and shoved him away, making Sebastian stumble a few steps backwards.

"It's nothing, Sebastian! Cut it out!" He yelled as Sebastian approached him again, this time grabbing his jaw and pulling his face up so he could look deep into his eyes.

His pupils were blown wide, and he was breathing fast and erratically, like a frightened animal.

"Nothing?" Sebastian yelled, "Blaine you're fucking snorting cocaine!"

Blaine removed himself from Sebastian's grip again and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room. "It's nothing, Sebastian, I swear... It's just a little something every once in a while, calm the fuck down."

Sebastian could see the panic in Blaine's eyes, even if he was trying to put up a facade of nonchalance.

"How can I calm down when you're doing drugs, Blaine? Don't you realize how bad this is?"

"It's not!" Blaine spat back... "I know what I'm doing."

Sebastian leaned against the sink and looked down at his feet before daring to look at Blaine again, and once he did it was like he was looking at someone else, a complete stranger. Sebastian just couldn't believe this was happening.

"How bad is it?" Sebastian demanded.

Blaine just squinted his eyes, "What do you mea-"

"Your addiction Blaine! What else?"

"I'm not... I don't have an addiction! Sebastian... You don't know anything."

"I'm not stupid Blaine."

"Well neither am I!"

"Then why are you doing drugs, huh?" Sebastian spat back.

Blaine just rolled his eyes and headed towards the door. Sebastian bolted towards him, trying to stop Blaine grabbing him by the arm.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Blaine yelled as he tried to shake Sebastian off.

"You're not going anywhere until you talk to me!" Sebastian said stubbornly, but he was still feeling so dizzy from all the alcohol that he just wasn't able to hold his balance when Blaine shoved him away. Sebastian fell backwards and hit the side of his face with the edge of the sink, falling to the floor and crying in pain.

"Shit!" Blaine said, leaning over a little bit to see how bad Sebastian was hurt, but keeping his distance, "I'm sorry Seb... I- I have to go. I'm so sorry." He sobbed as he ran out the door and left Sebastian lying in the dirty restroom floor.

Sebastian looked at his hand and saw blood. He slowly tried to get up but the pain in his eye and the ridiculous amount of alcohol in his bloodstream made it impossible for him to catch up with Blaine.

When he finally got back to their table, he realized Blaine left without his jacket. He grabbed it and called a cab to take him back home. This birthday was by far the weirdest he'd ever had. Everything sucked.

Back in his apartment, Blaine stumbled through the door, having opened it with the spare key he kept hidden under the doormat. He shut the door and slumped against it, falling to the floor. He cursed himself for being sloppy and careless, for letting Sebastian see him like that.

Even with his eyes closed he could still see the look of complete disappointment and disgust in Sebastian's face back in the club. Everything had been going so great lately, but Blaine had to screw it up, as he always did. Blaine knew he was a loser, a fuckup, he couldn't have nice things, it was just a matter of time until this happened. Sebastian wouldn't want anything to do with him after tonight, that was for sure.

To be honest, Blaine didn't want to see him either, not after everything that happened. How could he? The sight of Sebastian on the floor, holding his face with blood in his hands would probably haunt him for days.

Because he did that, Blaine hurt Sebastian, he screwed up again. He hated this situation, but most of all, Blaine hated himself.

He curled into a ball in the cold floor and stayed there, sobbing and retching until he ran out of tears. It was almost 5 am when he finally got up from the floor and headed towards the bathroom. He knew what he needed to feel better: a spoon, a lighter, and his stash. He'd figure things out later, right now, he just needed to feel good again.

All his worries vanished slowly with every bit of clear liquid he shot up his arm, the rush and bliss of cocaine taking over everything. It was perfect.