Sebastian shoved him against the wall, purposely using all of his strength to do so. The goal was to inflict pain. The man, Sebastian remembered his name being Brian, groaned on impact but didn't hesitate in the least to grab the younger male by the hips and pull him closer, forcing his tongue into Sebastian's mouth.
Sebastian pulled away and instead planted his lips on Brian's neck, licking a path down to his collar bone. Brian closed his eyes and arched under the teen's kiss. Good, he thought, everything is going according to plan. Determined to move things along, Sebastian's fingers found the buckle of the elder man's belt and got to work undoing it. Before thirty seconds were up, Brian's jeans had slid down to his ankles and he stood only in a T-shirt and boxers.
The Warbler grinned humorlessly against the warm skin of the other male's neck as he slid his long fingers under the thin black material that covered Brian's torso, lifting it up and over his head with ease. Sebastian knew exactly what he had to do now. He brought his lips back up to Brian's as his hands found their way down to the elder man's crotch, massaging it roughly.
Brian groaned and tightened his grip on Sebastian's hips. The latter clenched his teeth as he slid his fingers under the strap of the former's boxers and slowly pulled them down until they joined the forsaken jeans on the floor. If the Latino noticed that he was the only one shedding his clothes, he didn't let on. Or maybe he didn't care.
Sebastian was quickly becoming impatient and decided that it was time to get to business. Pulling back slightly, he whispered, "You know what pisses me off?"
Brian froze in confusion. "Huh?" He gasped.
"I asked if you knew what pisses me off. The one that makes me sick to my stomach."
"How the hell would I know?" He snapped in seeming annoyance.
Sebastian smirked. "Then let me tell you. People." He pulled his elbow backwards to gain momentum before following through and delivering a wind-stealing blow to Brian's abdomen. "Like." He repeated his previous action as the elder male emitted a sound somewhere between a cough and a grunt. "You." This time when Sebastian's fist made contact, it wasn't with his torso. It was to his face.
Losing his balance, Brian toppled to the floor, clutching his mid-section and continuously groaning. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He choked.
"I'm not the one you should be asking that, asshole." Snarling, the teen knelt down and spoke menacingly, "People like you don't deserve a place in this world, and I swear I am this close to correcting that mistake. But don't worry, that doesn't mean I am going to let you off easy."
"You need help! What the fuck did I ever do to you?" Brian's eyes were glistening as he exclaimed the words as loud as he could.
"This isn't about me. It's about you. For your sake, I hope you have a high tolerance for pain." With that Sebastian rose and stood there staring down at the other male, disgust obvious in his features. Absolutely no hesitation was present in his mind as he used his right foot to kick Brian in the ribs. What surprised him most was the fact that the older man wasn't putting up any kind of resistance. Usually the men would struggle or throw all kinds of curse words at him, but not Brian.
"You don't even have the freaking guts to stand up for yourself, you worthless little scumbag! Put up a fight! Do something!" The more he yelled, the harder his kicks became. He was frustrated and full of anger, and he was taking it all out on the naked injured man lying in front of him. Something at the back of Sebastian's mind was screaming at him to stop, to get himself under control. If he didn't, there could literally be grave consequences. But for some reason, right now he couldn't bring himself to care.
Brian stopped moving. This in turn caused Sebastian to stop what he was doing too. He bent down again and held the palm of his hand in front of the other man's nose, the color suddenly drained from his face. Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief when he felt barely-noticeable puffs of warm air creating a tickling sensation on his skin.
"For a second there I thought I was going to have to say 'rot in hell'. What a wasted opportunity. Oh well, I think I made my point. I hope you choke on your fucking saliva, faggot." He fought the urge to spit as he grabbed his jacket off the floor and departed the house, feeling a huge sense of relief that it was all over. For now, at least.
~3~
"What? No! No, you can't do that!" Sebastian yelled at his father the following morning.
"Son, please, I don't have the energy for this argument right now. I am going to DC and you are going to stay here. This is final." Michael was exhausted, having barely slept at all the previous evening. For once he had hoped to have a conversation with his son without it having to end up in a screaming match. Clearly, he had set his hopes too high.
"Stop telling me what to do! Gaah!" Sebastian's frustration and anger from last night had never subsided and unfortunately he no longer had anyone to take it out on, so his father was the poor unsuspecting victim. Burying his head in his hands, the Warbler was doing everything in his power to calm himself down.
Michael blinked. He could tell something was wrong but figured it pointless to ask, since his son hadn't willingly given up a piece of information about himself since his wife had gone back to Paris. "Look, I'm sorry if this inconveniences you in some way. Not that I understand why, since you barely even recognize my presence when I am here."
"It's not that you stupid dimwit, it's the fact that you're leaving me here alone with that damn under-grown piece of –"
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence, young man." He warned.
This served only to antagonize Sebastian even further. At first he just stood there, glaring at his dad like he was the most evil person on earth. Then after a few moments he said, "I bet if Blaine had been your son you wouldn't have fucked his life up like you did mine. Why don't you just go ahead and adopt him? Don't worry about me, I'll go find myself a nice curb to die on."
These were potentially the most painful words Michael had ever heard coming from the lips of his own child. There hadn't been a single second in this boy's life where Michael hadn't put his son's best interests before his own, his son's happiness first. He had given him everything he ever needed, and to an extent, wanted. It had almost destroyed him when he realized that his child's happiness was beyond his control, and that the kid almost always seemed depressed. Somewhere, somehow, everything had changed and it was all his fault. "Despite what you may have intended with those words, I am choosing to believe that you don't mean them. Now if you would please excuse me, I have to pack before I go."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a spineless asshole? Because you are."
His father ignored him as he stepped past to get to the staircase that led up to his bedroom.
"I wish you had just kept it in your pants and never screwed my mother. That way I would never have been born and I wouldn't have to deal with all the crap this damn corrupted universe keeps throwing at me." Sebastian said this mostly to himself, but it didn't stop his dad from hearing. This too he chose to ignore.
On route to the hallway, Michael ran into Blaine who had just arrived back from school. The boy looked exhausted and kept rubbing his eyes. "If I were you, I'd stay as far away from my son as possible. He is in a particularly bad mood this morning. I just told him about my trip to DC."
"Ah. Don't worry, I had no interest in making small talk with him anyhow." He gave a weak smile.
"I really have to apologize again, leaving the two of you alone here. But there is absolutely no way that I can get out of this thing at work; believe me, I've tried."
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Smythe. I totally get it." Blaine told him reassuringly. Michael returned his smile and put a hand on his shoulder as he carried on in the direction he had been heading.
"You can have him if you want. He's just a pathetic old jackass if you ask me, but hey, to each his own." Sebastian crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.
Blaine gave him a pointed look. "I wonder if you can hear yourself sometimes."
"Am I offending you? Poor little baby," He rolled his eyes, "You know, he isn't the freaking saint you seem to think he is. Everyone has their share of secrets that set them apart from the person next to them. Metaphorically speaking, of course."
"I am aware of that, thank you. But I honestly don't see what that has to do with anything."
"And you probably never will. Don't worry, not everyone can be as smart as I am. If they were, well, then I guess I wouldn't be considered all that special."
Blaine snorted. "What? So now I'm stupid? Honestly Sebastian, you really ought to come down to earth sometimes. Being one of us mere mortals isn't all that bad."
"Now you really do sound stupid. Being human is hell. And if you don't know that, then you're one of those lucky few who can walk through the sea of depression and come out the other side with an ignorant smile on your face because you have no idea what it's like to live in the real world. But if that's the way you choose to go through life, then who the hell am I to stop you?"
The shorter boy stared in what could only be interpreted as confusion. "What on earth are you talking about? Seriously, are you, like, smoking something?"
Sebastian almost laughed. Almost. "Nah, been there, done that. It didn't solve anything. Never really does if you think about it; but I guess if you're stoned enough of the time, then you wouldn't actually have to face any of your problems. Beside the obvious drug one anyway."
"Uh-huh. You really should give your dad a break sometimes." Blaine said casually as he took a seat on the nearest couch. Sebastian heaved a sigh of annoyance.
"You really shouldn't be telling me what to do. In case you forgot, this is still my house."
The shorter boy nodded patronizingly. "I'll do my best to remember that. But you know, that might just get in the way of my stealing your father away from you."
Sebastian's bottom lip sank slightly. He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes, "You stupid little bastard. Do not get on my bad side. I can assure you that you will live and beg to regret it."
"Is that supposed to intimidate me? Do you have any idea why I transferred to Dalton in the first place?" Blaine rose from his seat and slowly moved across the room, closing the distance between himself and his peer. "I was bullied, Sebastian. Almost every single day of my junior year was spent being teased, insulted, mocked, ridiculed, assaulted, pushed around, or all of the above. I was one of the only two openly gay kids and this somehow automatically made me a waste of space; but it also taught me that I need to be very careful about whose opinions I choose to care about. And you wanna know something? Yours is not one of them." He only stopped walking when he was about two inches away from the boy standing before him. "I know what it's like to be bullied, and you sure as hell as don't scare me."
Sebastian was actually speechless for a moment. He wasn't used to being stood up to, let alone being stood up to by a boy who was shorter than most pre-teen girls. "You're obviously one of those people who live by 'don't judge a book by its cover'. I hate to burst your bubble, but being gay is not an outside thing, it's something that resides within you. So if people aren't allowed to judge you by what you look like or what you wear, and they're also not allowed to judge you because of who you are on the inside, then what exactly is one supposed to base their opinions on?"
"Are you actually insinuating that it was within the right of all those kids at my old school to bully me because I'm attracted to guys instead of girls?"
Sebastian shrugged nonchalantly. "All I'm saying is that if you supposedly have the right to choose your sexual orientation, then shouldn't they have the right to not approve of said sexuality? As they say, everyone is entitled to their own opinion."
"That is not even remotely the same thing! How could you even say something like that? I don't really know how it could have slipped your mind, but as you seem to have forgotten, you're gay too." Blaine pointed out, confusion reigning over his features.
"You and I are not the same. Never imply that we are, because I can assure you that we are not. I take personal offence at insinuations like that. Now if you would please excuse me, the sight of you is giving me a headache." Sebastian brushed past him, purposely shoving his shoulder in the process.
Blaine took a deep breath and stared at the floor, wishing more than ever that his parents had taken him with them. He dreaded having to spend the next few days alone in a house alone with Sebastian Smythe. He tried really hard to pretend that nothing the taller boy said mattered to him, but despite his faking, he wasn't making it. Whenever the Warbler opened his mouth in the direction of Blaine, the latter usually ended up with hurt feelings.
~3~
Blaine yawned as he shifted into a sitting position and reached for his phone to check the time. It was 3:34 in the morning, and he still couldn't sleep. Heaving a frustrated sigh, he got up and out of bed, deciding that a drink of water could settle his noisy thoughts.
As he stumbled down the large staircase he wondered if his teenage housemate was in his room, or completely vacant from the premises. Michael had left earlier that day and Sebastian had refused to accompany him to the airport. Blaine could not understand how someone could be so mean and disrespectful to a person who obviously cared a lot for his son despite all of it. Some people just did not make any sense.
It was as he brought the water-filled cup up to his lips that he heard movement at the front of the house. He frowned slightly but didn't think too much of it, since he assumed it was just Sebastian returning home from doing whatever, or whoever, he was doing. A moment later though, his face became devoid of color. Blaine could see figures now, and none of them belonged to a teenage boy. Doing his best to not breathe, he hurried back up the steps without making a single sound and all but ran when he reached the hallway.
He couldn't believe his luck when he realized that, for the first time ever, Sebastian had forgotten to lock his bedroom door. Turning the knob slowly, he snuck into the room and closed the door behind him. He then tiptoed over to the bed and once again breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that it was in fact occupied. Putting one knee down on the edge of the mattress, he grabbed hold of what he assumed was Sebastian's shoulder (the lack of light in the room made it hard to see) and shook gently. "Sebastian, wake up." He whispered. It suddenly occurred to Blaine that the first thing he should have done was walk back to his room, pick up his damn phone and call 911.
Sebastian woke with a jump and an exclaimed "What the fuck!". When he realized what had happened, he angrily shoved Blaine away from him. "What in the hell is wrong with you, you-" Sebastian was cut off when Blaine clasped a hand over the taller boy's mouth and used his other hand to slap him lightly on the side of his head.
"Shut up!" Blaine hissed. Sebastian froze and blinked at him with wide eyes. "There are people in the house. I don't know how they got in or who they are, but I just saw them downstairs. Please tell me you were expecting the company of three grown men?"
Sebastian continued to blink until he eventually shook his head. Removing Blaine's hand from his face, he whispered, "They must be intruders. Should we call the police?"
"That's kind of what they're there for. Where's your phone? Mine's back in my room."
"Uhhh, I think it's on charge in the living room. Crap!" He rubbed his temple as he thought.
"Great. Now what?" The New Directions member gave a reluctant grunt as he realized that there was only one thing they could do. "One of us is going to have to leave this room to retrieve a phone whilst the other stays here."
"But what if they're armed?"
"It's not like we have a choice, Sebastian. Look, you stay here and keep an ear out. I'll go get my phone." Blaine rose from the bed, but couldn't get a step in before a hand was gripping his wrist.
Sebastian opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. The shorter teen looked at him expectantly, slightly confused by what was happening. When it became evident that Sebastian wasn't actually going to say anything, Blaine pulled his arm free and headed toward the door without a single glance back to the boy on the bed.
The Warbler clutched the bed-spread tightly as his heart-rate increased and the pauses between his breaths decreased in length. He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that was taking over his whole body. There was a sudden loud noise that reverberated through the house, causing the blood to drain from Sebastian's face. He couldn't place exactly what the noise was, but it made him nervous as hell. Too impatient to sit still any longer, he rose from the bed and slowly edged toward the door, and being extra careful to not make a single sound, he pressed his ears against the cold wood. He was met with nothing but stillness. Stillness so potent it actually unnerved him.
Another sudden loud noise made him lose his balance and fall backwards, no longer perched on his knees. He was suddenly convinced that the sound must have come from Blaine. They killed him, he thought, his mind overcome with unexpected dread. It's all my fault. I should never have the let the kid go out there by himself. He's shorter than Frodo, what could he do against normal-sized people? What the heck is my dad going to say? What is Blaine's dad going to say? Could this be considered manslaughter?
Sebastian forced the childish thoughts out of his head as he resumed his kneeling position and once again planted his ear against the door. And just like last time, he was met with silence. He had no idea what to do. If he left the room then they would probably kill him as well. Although the fate of death didn't bother him as much as it should have, the method by which it was brought about kept him from treading those waters. Forcing himself to remain calm, he wracked his brain for a logical solution for his current predicament. His mind was drawing a blank. He was overcome with the sensation of wishing that his father were here right now. Michael Smythe was no fool, quite the contrary. So if anyone was going to know what to do in any given situation, it'd be him. Then again, he thought, if my dad were actually here, he'd probably try to take on these guys by himself, no doubt ending in him getting injured. The thought of anyone hurting his father caused a nauseating feeling to arise in the pit of his stomach.
Sebastian wondered for a second if this could be karma. His punishment for all the pain he had bestowed upon others, both physical and emotional. But that wouldn't make any sense; Blaine hadn't done anything wrong. Had he? Not likely. Someone like him was just way too nice to do something that would merit this kind of chastisement.
When the third of the unidentifiable noises struck, he froze. A moment later his being stunned turned into senseless grief. Sebastian couldn't understand why he was so sad. Honestly, he shook his head, these damn mood swings are getting on my nerves. One would swear that he took gender-replacement tablets in his free time.
His knees were starting to cramp, so he decided to stand up straight. Just as he stretched his legs into their full-length capabilities, the door swung open from the other side, colliding with Sebastian's forehead and once again causing his feet to be knocked out from under him. He would have landed with a loud thud on the wooden floors beneath him if it weren't for the arms that snaked around his waist and pulled him forward. Sebastian couldn't brace himself in time, so all of his weight was thrown into Blaine, who was apparently stronger than he looked, since he didn't even stagger when confronted with all of Sebastian's 185 pounds.
Still holding on to his taller peer, Blaine quietly shut the door behind him. Sebastian frowned and pulled away. "You're alive."
"You were hoping that they'd kill me?"
"No, I just assumed since you were gone so long, and those strange noises…" He trailed off.
"Those noises came from your father's desks and cabinets being thrown over. I think they're looking for something, and I think they're getting frustrated because they can't find it. But one thing I am fairly sure of is that they don't know about us. They must have somehow known that your dad would be leaving today, but wherever they got their information from must not have known about you. Or me." Blaine spoke in a rushed whisper.
"Did you call the cops?"
He nodded. "I did. But the guy I was speaking to didn't sound all that convinced; he probably thought I was some punk trying to play a trick on them. I have no idea how long it will be before help arrives." He hesitated. "This may be an odd question, but does your dad by any chance have a gun?"
"A gun?" Sebastian repeated as if the concept was somehow foreign to him. "Maybe. Probably. But I wouldn't know where. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly what you'd call 'emotionally stable'. No one in their right mind would give me access to firearms."
Before he could reply however, there was the distinct sound of footsteps ascending the staircase that led to the hallway housing the bedroom the two boys were currently hiding in. A sudden intake of breath could be heard from Blaine who instinctually grabbed hold of Sebastian's arm. The latter barely noticed.
"They're going to kill us." Sebastian stated blankly, earning a frightened look from the shorter teen. For reasons he couldn't place, it bothered him severely to see panic glistening in Blaine's abnormally large eyes.
"Don't say that. Please don't say that." He pleaded in a voice that almost didn't belong to him.
"I'm not going to let them hurt you." Sebastian assured him. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Don't be such a baby."
Both of them turned to look at the door when the footsteps had successfully reached the hallway. Voices could be heard too. "Are you sure there's no one else here?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"What about the kid? I know this guy has a kid."
"The boy's a delinquent as far as I hear. He's probably in juvie or something."
"I suggest we check all the room just in case."
"Fine, if it'll shut you up, then we can check the damn rooms."
On impulse, Sebastian shoved Blaine back with his arm, standing in front of him protectively. The action came as a surprise to both of them. "What do we do now?" Blaine asked.
"I-I don't know. You did boxing and I did mixed martial arts, so I guess we hope that these guys don't have any weapons. If they don't, then I know we can take them."
"And if they do?"
The question hung in the air between them, neither prepared to think about the answer.
More voices came from the hallways. "Don't even bother with that one, I already checked it. There's no one in there." A Pause. "Hang on, come over here for a second. I think I heard something."
"What?"
"I don't know, but it came from this room."
"Are you sure?"
"Only one way to find out."
The door to Sebastian's room swung open.
To Be Continued…
