New chapter! I'm sorry you don't like my fanfic anon, but plenty of people write fanfics about straight people being gay, why can't i do it the other way round. I love grant and sebastian, and i just wanted to write a fanfic where he isnt gay, im sorry you find it offensive and i respect your opinion.

p.s. if lots of you find it offensive then i will stop, because there's no point me carrying on

Chapter 4

Emily and Sebastian returned to Dalton late that night. Well, it was actually more like morning when both of them walked into the room. They were luckily that Trent had recently taken up residence in a friend's dorm after his room-mate left, because if he had been asleep when the two stumbled in, they would have never heard the end of it. Trent returned occasionally, to get some of his belongings, but Emily knew that he was thinking of asking the house head to change dorms. Emily wasn't surprised. Sebastian wasn't the easiest dorm mate to live with, especially when he had a girlfriend who spent most of her nights waking up from nightmares.

Emily got undressed quickly, eager to get some rest before tomorrow; she was not a morning person. She jumped down onto the bed and tucked herself in. Compared to her lightning quick undressing, Sebastian seemed to take forever, and Emily soon found herself getting out of bed to help him undo his tie. You would have thought that from many years at a school where a tie was a compulsory part of the uniform, he would have learnt. It must have been his tiredness and slight drunkenness that made him incapable to untie it, but he accepted Emily's helpfulness gladly.

"You looked really pretty tonight," he commented as Emily fiddled with the knot around his neck. She blushed bright red and giggled, still not used to being complemented, even though they came from Sebastian on a regular basis.

"You are drunk," she replied, pulling the tie from around his neck and placing it neatly on the desk. She knew he had only had a small amount to drink, especially with his parents around, but he was a lightweight. It was lucky that the last drink to push him over the edge was just before they left, otherwise she feared that she would still be at the wedding now, watching him dance drunkenly on the dance floor. It was not that she was embarrassed by his antics, rather the fact that as the night went on he would be harder to control; and more aggressive. Luckily, he was still in the dreamy, puppy like state, which he would sometimes take up when he wanted something.

"I may be drunk, but it's the truth," he answered back, finishing getting undressed and throwing himself on the bed. Emily climbed into bed next to him and snuggled into his bare chest. She cherished nights like this. The nights that Sebastian would carry Emily to bed after she had fallen asleep at the desk doing work. Or when the two would stay up late talking, and be discovered the next morning asleep in each other's arms. Nights where the couple would go to bed happy and deeply in love, rather than angry and scared, desperately hoping for apologies and making up in the morning.

"I love you so much," said Sebastian, squeezing her tightly in his arms.

"I love you too Sebby," she laughed, and by the way his grip loosened around her, she could tell he was falling into a long deep sleep.

Emily awoke late the next morning, seeing that Sebastian was still asleep too. She stayed in his arms for a short while before she felt him stretch and groan.

"Hangover?" she asked, kissing him delicately on his chest.

"Yep," he sighed, reaching up to rub his forehead. Emily hopped out of bed and rinsed a cloth in cold water, then brought it back to hold to his head.

"Better?" she questioned, sitting in front of him and dabbing the cloth against Sebastian's forehead.

"A little bit," he replied, smiling softly at her. Emily got up to get dressed, but was pulled back down by Sebastian's strong arms. She landed softly into his chest.

"You aren't going anywhere," he laughed.

They slept again until the afternoon, when they were woken up by their own hunger. They both climbed out of bed and got dressed, before Sebastian ordered them both a takeaway. They spent the afternoon watching programmes form the small television on the desk in Sebastian's dorm, eating and taliking.

It was about seven when Emily got a text from Jeff. She glanced at the name, and stuffed it back in her pocket quickly. She wasn't quick enough however, and Sebastian noticed.

"Who was that?" he asked calmly, at first. Emily coughed lightly, rapidly trying to come up with a name that would not anger her boyfriend. Sebastian wasn't a patient man though, and he ended up reaching round her and pulling the phone out of her pocket. Suspiciously, he glanced at the now lit up screen. He took a moment to read it, before passing it back to Emily.

"Say no," he instructed, keeping his eye on the screen to make sure she did as he had told her. Emily took the chance to read the text herself. Hey ems where have you been? Coming over later? X. She sighed. She hated ignoring Jeff. It may have only been a day, but she felt incredibly bad, and didn't want to lose Jeff. She had known him most of her life, and the fact that Sebastian was keeping them apart was killing her. She didn't want to anger Sebastian, but also didn't want to upset Jeff, so typed out a quick reply: sorry, hanging out with seb before school tomorrow x. Emily took Sebastian's relaxation of his arm around her waist as a sign she had done well, and relaxed herself. She would talk to Jeff tomorrow after school, or maybe on the phone, but right now, she knew not to anger Sebastian. She knew that would be a stupid thing to do, and it wouldn't make anything any better.

After a couple of hours, it was time for Emily to leave; she began packing her stuff into her bag, while Sebastian whined as he always did when she left.

"Don't leave me," he moaned, rolling over onto his back on the bed so he was looking at her upside down. Emily continued putting her belongings into her bag, trying to ignore the puppy dog eyes he was giving her. He hated it when she left, and always made an effort to convey it to her. He watched her pack anyway. Occasionally she would have to stop to retrieve something from Sebastian which he had stolen from her bag, giving him a kiss each time as his 'fee'. Eventually she finished, and pulled the bag over her shoulder, as the two walked down to her car.

"Are you sure you'll be able to live without me?" Sebastian asked cockily as they reached the car, leaning against it and pulling her into him so that she was stood between his legs.

"I think I'll manage," she laughed, before giving him a passionate good bye kiss. Sebastian moved out of the way of the door as she climbed in, and gave one last wave before driving out of the car park and on her way to Lima.

Emily was excited to go home, it meant seeing her little sister, Jess, and having a break from Sebastian. She was even a bit excited about seeing her brother, Max; even if he treated her like she was the same age as Jess. But going home also meant seeing her mum. Her drunken mum, who rarely paid any attention to her two daughters. Emily never usually left her sister alone with her mother, out of fear that she would do something stupid; but she had made Max promise that he would stay at home as much as he could, a promise he was clearly ignoring now, as she noticed his car was gone from the drive. She arrived home eventually however, being greeted by her dog, Bella, in the garden.

"Hey Bella," Emily smiled, patting the dog lightly on its head, and walking it inside. At least Bella was happy to see her. She dumped her bag on the floor and began filling up Bella's water bowl which was empty.

"Mum?" she called out, but no-one replied, "Jess?" She heard footsteps coming towards her, and placed the bowl on the floor. She hoped for Jess, but instead she was greeted by the common drunken stupor of her mother.

"Oh, your back," she spoke, clearly not very excited to see her daughter, "I've got company, so why don't you go upstairs to see Jess?" She walked back into the living room, and Emily heard the sound of laughing. She sighed and grabbed her bag off the floor, rushing into Jess's room. She was sat on the floor playing 'Panda's' with herself when Emily walked in.

"Emily," she cried, running into her and giving her a hug. Emily laughed and picked her up, squeezing her tightly between her arms. She was glad to see she was alright, and had not been affected by her mother.

"Where's Jeff?" the 4 year old asked, as Emily put her down. Jess loved Jeff, especially because they had names very similar. Occasionally, Jeff would tease her by calling her Jeff, to which she would reply with a belated giggle and a "No Jeffy, I'm Jess, you're Jeff" every time.

"Jeff's still at school," Emily sighed, realising that her separation from Jeff would cause problems for Jess too. Jeff was a much better brother than Max would ever be. When he wasn't at Dalton, he was often at Emily's. Sebastian on the other hand had yet to meet Emily's family, even though he kept pestering her. She just had this horrible feeling that something would go wrong. That something would irritate Sebastian, or that he'd get jealous when Jess kept mentioning Jeff, or think low of her family just like his parents had. She planned to postpone it as much as possible, but knew that at one point, Sebastian would turn up at her doorstep.

After spending some time with Jess, she put her to bed, and climbed into bed herself, but didn't go to sleep. She checked her phone to see two messages. The first from Sebastian: miss you already x. She replied with a loving miss you too before reading the other. It was from Jeff. She read it out loud, "I'm coming over and you can't stop me".