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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. Yay. So please, please, please put me on story alert. Hahaha, I'm not begging it at all :P

This is chapter four, the song used is "Everybody Hurts" by REM. Don't own that. Originally the song I used was "not alone" the Darren Criss song, however I know that people get touchy about that, so I different song, however be assured it was because of the lyrics not the fact that it was Darren's!

This chapter is my longest so far!

Everybody Hurts

Sebastian sat on his little coffee table, eyes downcast and face strained. He was supposed to be meeting Blaine there for the 3rd time that week, but that was an hour ago. He thought it'd been going well between them, they'd laughed, smiled and found that they did actually have things in common. It'd been hard for him. Being nice and considerate wasn't exactly what Sebastian was used to, but since Karofsky had tried to kill himself, he'd been re-evaluating his "say now, think later" approach, and as hard as it was, he knew it was the only way he was going to get Blaine to even let him in as a friend. And Blaine was worth it. Sebastian had never wanted someone like he wanted Blaine.

Had he been wrong? He furrowed his brow. Had Blaine decided that he didn't want to come, and couldn't be bothered to tell him? He stood up and gathered his stuff together, Blaine wasn't coming and Sebastian couldn't blame him.

The door flew open letting in the warm summer air, Sebastian didn't turn around but drained the last of his coffee, feeling the ache in his heart that only Blaine could cause. He sensed someone behind him and froze.

"Going somewhere?" asked a familiar voice; Sebastian turned finding himself about a centimetre away from a small, curly haired boy. "Blaine!" he yelled, hugging him before he'd really thought his actions through. He blushed and tried to let him go, but Blaine held him closer. His eyes were rimmed red and tears were slowly collecting around his lashes.

"Blaine? What's- what's wrong? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you? Have you been talking to-" Sebastian stuttered, unable to finish the last question. He looked down into Blaine's hazel eyes, there was so much pain there that all he could do was to hold onto him tighter. He lifted one hand tentatively and wiped away a tear that was making it's way down Blaine's cheek.

Blaine felt himself being pulled down onto a little sofa, but didn't resist, as a result of this he ended up pretty much on Sebastian's lap. But now wasn't the time to think about Sebastian and how he 'felt' about him. He looked down to where thin long fingers caressed his arm soothingly. It was okay to tell Sebastian, he could trust him, couldn't he? Blaine took a deep breath in and gathered together what he wanted to say.

"I was at home..." Blaine started, Sebastian nodded in apparent surprise, as if he hadn't expected to be told. Blaine brushed it off and tried to continue, but all he manage was, "...I can't go back."

Sebastian tried hard not to press the matter, but he knew that know wasn't the time to push Blaine for every single scrap of information, however much he may want it. It wasn't about him, it was about Blaine and what he needed right now was someone to hug until he was ready for anything else.

Sebastian held him tight. "You can stay with me," He said, looking down at the mass of damp curls.

"I don't know Sebastia-" he began, his eyes flicking up, looking more than a little startled.

"Oh come on, Blaine! I go to Dalton. My house is massive, it's not like we're gonna be in the same bed." Sebastian froze for a second, the idea consuming him before mentally slapping himself for being such an idiot. If he wanted Blaine to love him, he needed to start being less distracted and self-centred. He wasn't the one in trouble.

"I suppose not..." said Blaine reluctantly, he knew Sebastian well and, although Sebastian had been playing nicely recently, didn't mean he'd completely changed from the scum bag who'd do anything for what he wanted, no matter what the implications. "We don't even need to share a room, or anything! Please- for your own good, so you don't have to go back. Stay at mine." Blaine nodded slowly and Sebastian hid his smile that he wasn't going to have to leave Blaine any time soon, he replaced instead with a look of triumph, which wasn't difficult to pretend.

The two of them ordered some coffee and sat there, in silence, sipping at the hot liquid. It was Blaine who broke the silence. "He'd never really wanted to believe, you know..." he paused, his eyes focused on the dregs in his mug. "...what I am." Sebastian looked up, shocked. He didn't know much about Blaine's family, but, being so openly gay, he'd assumed that Blaine's parents had been okay with it. Sebastian kept quiet, not wanting to push Blaine to talk when he wasn't ready.

"So I never told my dad...about Kurt, I mean." Sebastian's eyes narrowed a little, he didn't like it when they talked about Kurt, something moved behind Blaine's eyes and Sebastian wasn't sure he liked it. He shook it off, knowing that right now, Blaine needed to talk about it.

"It wasn't hard, he's hardly ever home, always off on some business trip or another. A couple of weeks ago it was my Birthday and I was talking to Kurt..." Blaine's mind was racing, completely entranced by the memory.

"You know, I've never met your parents," Kurt whined as he swung off of his boyfriend's arm, Blaine looked at him uncomfortably. "You want to?" he asked, his voice a little rough with worry, he wasn't sure how well his parents would react to Kurt. Being gay was one thing, being Kurt was another. His father believed in the macho complex of man, and Kurt wasn't exactly going to fit that.

"You know everything about me, we've been going out for a year and I don't even know your Mom's name!" Blaine shifted uncomfortably, he didn't like talking about his parents with Kurt. Burt was so perfect, so accepting, so wonderful, and his parents? His dad? Blaine shook his head. Neither of his parents even knew he had a boyfriend, there was no way he was subjecting Kurt to their prejudices.

He'd only ever had Kurt over to his house when both parents had been away for work, to prevent his parents, and Kurt for that matter, asking awkward questions.

Kurt interrupted his reverie, "...are you ashamed of me?" he whispered and Blaine looked up so quickly he cricked his neck, he rubbed it a little as he stared into the blue eyes of his boyfriend. He cupped his hands around Kurt's face, "I will never be ashamed of you" he whispered.

The memory muddled up in Blaine's head, "So I organised something, I told my Mom, and she agreed, I thought it was going to be okay, by Mom's not so bad see," he thought back to the dinner and winced slightly.

He was sitting down with his mother and Kurt in the dining room. Kurt stared him, he looked remarkably awkward, Blaine, ignoring the silence, glanced down at his food and dug in, ripping apart a particularly stringy piece of meat.

"So," Blaine looked at his mom, worried as to what she might say. "Blaine tells me you're his...erm.." she struggles a little over the word, despite being more comprehending than his dad, she had still been stacking her hopes on it being a 'phase'. "Boyfriend," Blaine finished quietly and she nodded.

"Yes...that. Well, it's a shame that Michael isn't here," Blaine looked at her in amazement, she knew as well as he that that would never be a good idea. Kurt just looked at her in askance. "Who's 'Michael'?" he asked. Blaine pulled a face as his mom's eyes flashed towards him.

This wasn't going well.

"My Dad." Kurt seemed to have realised he'd touched a nerve and just nodded, not bothering to ask any more questions. He put his arm on Blaine's shoulder and stroked it softly, Blaine smiled at it's warmth. Except, Kurt hadn't done that. Blaine had sat there alone, no one had said a word for the rest of the dinner and yet he could here someone talking

"It's okay," said the voice. "It's over now, you're here, you're here with me."

Blaine looked up at Sebastian, glad that he'd broken the memory, their eyes met and Blaine nodded. There were tears dripping down his cheek still, but Sebastian's warm hand swept them away. "She told your dad?" He whispered and Blaine nodded, his throat had contracted too much to speak properly, he just leant into Sebastian's strong frame, holding on tightly.

Sebastian didn't ask anything more, he understood enough of the situation by the look in Blaine's eye, he just sang gently and quietly into the sobbing boy's ear.

When your day is long
And the night, the night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough
Of this life, well hang on

Blaine settled down into deeper Sebastian's arms, smiling against his chest at the tune. Sebastian kept singing, his voice barely above a whisper.

Don't let yourself go
'Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along

His voice was so beautiful, Blaine couldn't think of anything, he was barely remembering to breathe, all that mattered was that he kept listening to those hushed tones.

The last remnants of tears left his eyes. He was here with Sebastian, and that's all that matters, no one could ever take that moment away from him. He had a friend. Some one who cared for him, someone to go to when the world turned its back against him. He looked up at Sebastian, who's eyes were worried, but sincere.

Sebastian looked in surprise as Blaine's finger reached up to his mouth and pressed against it, as he began to sing, his voice was a little rough from crying but still beautiful.

When your day is night alone
If you feel like letting go
If you think you've had too much
Of this life, well hang on

Sebastian smiled down at him as he joined back in for the chorus, their eyes were trained to the other's, absorbed in the song

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes

So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts

They finished the song and sat there for a while in each other's arms, shielded against the world, from all the hate, from all the people who were too ignorant to understand.

They were happy.

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