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Blaine slept over in Sebastian's room every weekend for the next month, and he was starting to recover from the breakup. Little things reminded Blaine of his what he had with Kurt every now and then though, like going for coffee and having to say his order, instead of the sweet, cheerful voice of his boyfriend saying it for him. Or when he checked his phone and there were no romantic texts left for him. Sure, he and Kurt had been a little bit gooey, but he had loved every minute of their time together, and everyday he still put himself through hell over the mistakes he had made with James, the boy he had met online who had caused the breakup.

Sebastian, however, was having a blast; Blaine was getting closer and closer to him, and was staying on his sofa every night. He was moving on from Kurt, and Valentine's Day was coming up. And whilst Seb wasn't the romantic type of guy, he had lived in Paris, and he knew exactly how to charm a hopeless romantic like Blaine. Asking Blaine out on Valentine's Day with a cute card, a gift, some cute French words that Blaine didn't understand and maybe a song would charm him. Yep, he could totally wrap Blaine around his finger in a few months' time.

It was late one night that Sebastian decided to cross a line in their friendship. The boys had been in their beds for about an hour, and whilst Blaine had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, probably due to all his stress with his relationships, Sebastian had stayed awake and listened Blaine's peaceful breathing and quiet sleep-talking. Blaine whispered in his sleep, usually about Kurt, and he would say sorry over and over again. But sometimes he would say Sebastian, and that lit up Seb's world for a whole week.

As Sebastian lay there curled up in his red and blue duvet, he heard the soft buzz of Blaine's phone and noticed that it had been left on the coffee table over by the couch where Blaine was sleeping. Checking the shorter boy's face to see if he would stir, Sebastian gently got up and padded over to the table, snatching the phone and finding his way back to bed. He turned on the phone, seeing that Blaine had just received a calendar notification, and then he decided. He decided to hack into Blaine's phone.

He had to delete every trace of Kurt Hummel from Blaine Anderson's life.

The first obstacle, of course, was Blaine's passcode. Six numbers. Seb tried Blaine's birthday - 05/02/95. Incorrect. What else could it be? Then it struck him. 27/05/93. Of course. Blaine hadn't recovered as much as Sebastian had thought. The code of Kurt's birthday let him into the phone and it led him straight to the home screen. The screensaver was a photo of Blaine and Kurt, Blaine's toned arm wrapped around the pale, porcelain shoulders of Kurt Hummel. Kurt was leaning in and planting a kiss on Blaine's cheek, and Blaine was doing that adorable, crooked grin that Seb loved. Those perfect white teeth shone in the light of the camera flash, and his eyes sparkled like deep emerald stars. Where Kurt was leaning across Blaine, his face brushed Blaine's hair, and a few of Blaine's rebellious, dark curls had escaped from the layer of hair gel. Both boys' hands were intertwined.

Sebastian had an idea. He headed straight for the photo gallery, where he found an album entitled 'Kurtie', and found hundreds of selfies and pictures of Kurt Hummel. Feeling a little bad for only a fleeting moment, he held down the album and waited until the phone vibrated and gave him the options: Move, Open, Delete. He moved his thumb to the delete button and pressed down, and the pictures of Kurt were gone. If Blaine was going to move on from Kurt, then all traces of the boy had to be gone.

Next Seb headed onto messages. There was a lot of crap about deals on text messages from Blaine's mobile network, and some stuff from a few people from McKinley asking how his week had been and would he like to audition for a solo in a song in glee club. There was one big group chat with a load of contacts, labelled Finn, Tina, Rachel, Mike, Mercedes, Sam and a load more. He recognised the name 'Santana Lopez' - he was pretty sure she was some sassy lesbian he had heard Blaine talk about before. And he'd seen Finn before a couple of times when he had seen Blaine and Kurt together; he was tall, handsome and completely hot, but also very clueless and very, very straight. There was no way Sebastian was getting any fun with him. And anyway, there was definitely no emotional connection there, even though that didn't really matter to Seb. Apart from with Blaine. He was a special case.

And then he found Kurt's messages. The most recent one was:

'Don't text me anymore. I think I need some time alone. Sorry - K x'

Blaine replied:

"Ok. I'm just going to leave you some messages. Read them whenever you like - B x'

And a load of other texts below, all from Blaine:

'When I was younger I saw my daddy cry, and curse at the wind' read the first text.

'He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it' read the next one. Sebastian knew both of these referred to how Blaine's dad had given him a hard time, and had a hard time himself accepting his son.

'And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget, and that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it doesn't exist' said the next text. And Sebastian realised Blaine was quoting a song.

'But darling, you are the only exception, you are the only exception,'

'You are the only exception, you are the only exception.'

Sebastian gently hummed the song to himself. It was by Paramore, and the song was 'The Only Exception'. So typical of Blaine to choose something like that, something so popular. So famous and so known, and so Blaine.

'I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here. I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up, leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.'

Sebastian's eyes widened in shock as he realised his vision was steaming up - he was crying. He bit his lip hard before any of the tears escaped his eyes, and turned Blaine's phone screen off.

'You are the only exception'

The words rang in his ears as he imagined Blaine singing them. To Kurt. Not to him. Because Kurt would always have been Blaine's first love. Never him.

Seb slammed the phone back down on the coffee table and rolled over onto his side, closing his eyes. He didn't get much sleep that night