Just a side note really quick here, I wanted to say thank you to all who have reviewed and followed my fanfiction here :D I do apologize for not replying, I'm not really sure how to, unfortunately, I just joined. But I do appreciate it! Also, I made the mistake of reading a really emotional Klaine fanfiction called 'The Sidhe' that changed my views on Klaine. If motivated, I might continue writing the chapters, but they might not be as SeBlaine dedicated as they have been in the past. Oh, and I PROMISE we find out what happened to Sebastian next chapter when and if I write it. Also, I'm new to this website, this was originally formatted for DeviantArt, so if you see some random 'i's where there should be Italics, that's why, and please let me know in case I ever make that error ^^; Hope you enjoy!

Ch.4

"Hey, time to wake up sleepyhead. Come on, Blaine, get up!" Blaine heard someone saying, and felt someone shaking his shoulders. "Are you okay? What happened? You walked in the door last night and passed out! You're lucky mom didn't find out! Where the hell were you?" Blaine attempted to blink the sleep out of his eyes as he tried to sit up on his elbows. He saw, sitting there at the edge of his bed, his little sister who was only a year apart from him. "Well?"

"I was… I was… I don't remember," Blaine admitted honestly. From what he could remember, he had gone to visit Sebastian's house. But why? Why would he do that? That was so stupid of him… He should have known better.

And then it came back to him in a flash.

Shit.

Sebastian had awoken to nothing new, nothing changed. It was only about nine o'clock, which meant his father had left and he was home alone. Totally alone. Sebastian sighed. He could recall every moment from the night before, and even he himself was wondering why he hadn't at least kissed Blaine while he was acting so groggy. But then again, he was reminded Blaine would at the very least be thankful, and maybe come over again. Ah… Well, probably not. That wasn't going to stop him, however, from advancing on Blaine. He would refuse to give up until the day he was dumped on the streets by his father and forced to fend for himself. Unfortunately he had no idea when that would be, but until then, he was going to fight. He rolled himself out of his bed and looked across the room at the closed door. He felt something sink in his chest as he realized he would never get what he wanted. He was alone in this world, and nobody gave a damn. Certainly not Blaine. And even if he told Blaine what had happened, he knew he wouldn't understand, he wouldn't get what he was going through. None of them ever did. He recalled the last time he opened his heart to his boyfriend and told him what happened, and he dumped him nary a week later. He wouldn't- he couldn't ever trust someone like that again. But something seemed different about Blaine… Was it the look in his eyes, or…?

He couldn't bear to think he was falling in love with this boy.

"Blaine, what the hell! You should know better than that!" His sister shouted at him. "I don't care if you're doped up on cough syrup, what in your right mind would make you cheat on Kurt like that?"

"Kayla, please, I don't know, I don't remember what I was thinking!" Blaine violently shouted back. His sister shook her head.

"You have to call him up and tell him." She said, boring her angry gaze into Blaine.

"Who? Kurt?" Blaine growled, not wanting to think about it. "And tell him what? Sorry?"

"Blaine, dishonesty isn't good in a relationship. You have to be honest with him." She said, shaking her head in disbelief. Her brother was always honest with people, what had gotten into him…?

"I…. I can't, Kayla. I don't want to lose him… I've… I'm not… I can't…" Blaine stuttered out, collapsing back onto his bed and burying his face in his hands. He drew in a deep breath and let out a sob.

"Blaine…. Come on… If he loves you he'll understand." And with that, she walked over to the bedside table where Blaine had left his phone. She retrieved the phone and began flipping through his contacts until she reached the name 'Kurt Hummel'. She hit call, and put the phone up to her ear. Blaine only sobbed harder.

"Blaine, I told you I don't want to talk to you-"

"Kurt, this is Kayla, Blaine's sister." Kayla interrupted.

"Blaine has a sister? Since when?"

"Kurt, Blaine needs to tell you something. And if he won't, I will…" She said, shooting the last words aggressively towards Blaine. He looked up at her with tear-filled eyes.

"…. Okay, I'm listening…" Kurt replied anxiously. Kayla tossed the phone over to Blaine, who barely managed to catch it as it whirled past his head.

"K…Kurt, I-"

"Blaine, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you… Forgive me?" Kurt blurted out suddenly. Blaine hesitated. He was making things more complicated already. "Blaine, I didn't want you to interpret what happened wrongly, I still love you, honey, Please just-"

"Kurt I cheated on you." Blaine stated suddenly. He froze. Why the hell did I just say that? Silence ringed on the other end of the phone. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Kayla simply sat there, head hanging low at the sound of the unfortunate truth. "We- I mean… Look, I went over to Sebastian's to chew him out, and… And… God, Kurt, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it I was just being stupid, I drank too much cough syrup, please Kurt-"

"You lied to me. B-Blaine, you…. YOU BASTARD!" He heard Kurt sob on the other end, but he didn't hang up.

"Kurt…" Blaine muttered, not sure what to say. He had to be honest, but… How was Kurt going to react…? "Kurt, I promise, nothing really happened… We just cuddled for awhile… It was an accident, Kurt, I'm sorry, I'm so God damn sorry…" Blaine muttered. He didn't even know what he was saying. The hot tears streaming down his face were blurring his vision, and Kurt's sobs on the other end were blurring his thoughts. He heard Kayla stand up and walk out of the room.

"Why…" Kurt stated. His sobbing ceased for a moment, waiting in response.

"I was… I was drugged… I took cough syrup before I left and I was tired…" Blaine stated in a near whisper.

"But then your subconscious loves Sebastian… God, I can't even say his name. Do you realize what you're putting me through?" Kurt yelled from the other line. Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He broke down in sobs, more tears rolling out of his red eyes.

"Kurt… I love you…" Blaine sobbed.

"I don't want to be with you anymore." He heard a sniffle at the other end before he heard the line drop.

Double shit.

Breakfast around the Anderson table was relatively silent. Kayla kept glancing over at Blaine, expecting him to break at any moment. Maria Anderson, Blaine's mother, kept looking at her son in concern. He was usually talking excitedly about his plans for the weekend, but today he was eerily… Silent…

"Blaine, honey, is everything okay? You're acting strange." Mrs. Anderson asked.

"Yeah, mom, peachy." He replied, voice already cracking. His father looked at him and frowned. "I think I'm just gonna… You know, go upstairs, I'm not that hungry." Blaine added. He picked up his plate and put it by the sink, then walked over to the staircase. Maria looked over at Kayla.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked. Kayla dropped her head down.

"It's Kurt."

Blaine turned his phone around in his hands again. His heart was torn apart and he knew revenge couldn't piece it back together. He didn't want to hurt Kurt anymore, but right now he felt so alone and he just wanted to hear someone's consoling voice. Kayla would only lecture him, and he knew his parents would nail him to his ceiling if they found out. Well, maybe just duck tape him. He flipped through his contacts until he came to Sebastian's number. This wasn't right and he knew it. He hit the call button and waited until the voice at the other end responded.

"Um, hello?" He heard Sebastian's voice say.

"God damn you…" Blaine said, breaking into tears once more. "I want to see you be torn apart by vultures and burn in the fiery pits of hell." He said aggressively through sobs.

"Good morning to you, too. You don't sound happy. What's up?" Sebastian said. He wasn't quite sure what to do right now, try and flirt with Blaine or console him.

"You… You tore me away from Kurt, I want to kick your ass you little-"

"Whoa, whoa, okay, before you get too hyped up on murdering me, let me remind you that's against the law." Sebastian answered. He heard Blaine sob harder. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what to tell you, hun. My dad's not home right now, you could come over and talk about it if you want." Sebastian stated hopefully. He heard Blaine's crying begin to cease.

"That… That would be nice right about now…" Blaine answered. Sebastian nodded to himself.

"Alright, come over any time before eight. See you later, bye." Sebastian said, and hung up. He couldn't help but frown at himself. He was breaking and he was almost certain Blaine could see it. He couldn't let him in. He had to stay stern. If he didn't… Oh God, not that again… But this was his chance.

Blaine walked down the stairs of his house and over to the front door with his car keys.

"And just where do you think you're going?" He heard his mother say from behind him.

"I need time to think…" Blaine replied, looking over his shoulder. He saw his mother shake her head.

"Kayla told me about… About Kurt, Blaine. I'm sorry to hear that. But wherever it is you think you're going it isn't going to help. If you want to fix things with him you have to apologize."

"I'm… I'm done with him for now, mom, but thanks." Blaine replied. Even he wasn't sure of that statement, or what exactly he was doing right now. He knew he was perfectly conscious right now, but still for the life of him couldn't understand what he was doing. He started for the door again, and just as he reached for the handle, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Please think about what you're doing right now." She said, patted his shoulder, and walked back to the living room. It never ceased to amaze him how his mother always seemed to know what was wrong, but he knew that if he tried to talk to her about his relationships she was bound to lecture him, for she knew nothing about relationships like his, where both of them were men. She just didn't like to talk about it.

Blaine glanced once more at the clock before walking out. It was about eleven-thirty, he would probably stop and pick up lunch on the way home, just to convince his parents he wasn't somewhere he shouldn't be. He trotted out the door into the driveway and got into his car.

Time to go.

Sebastian had of course, prepared. He was dressed nice, his hair was perfectly coifed, he smelled nice, and the house was clean. He had even gone the milestone of redecorating the living room, even though he knew his father would lecture him when he returned. There he sat on the couch, waiting for the knock to come, it was already eleven forty-five. Blaine had called about an hour or two ago, he shouldn't be long now.

And there it was; the rapping on his door that he had so long awaited. He trotted fast to the glass door, and sure enough, there was Blaine, curls gelled back and all. However, he looked more depressed if anything. Sebastian turned the handle and opened the door slowly, attempting to making eye contact with Blaine, who was staring at the ground like a reprimanded puppy.

"Well you look depressed, come in." Sebastian said, reaching out for Blaine's arm and pulling him into the house, shutting the door behind him. Sebastian made his way to the living room, Blaine following close behind. On the coffee table sat a pot of tea on a tray. "Tea?" Sebastian offered to Blaine, holding up the pot. Blaine nodded and sat down on the couch. "How do you like it?" Sebastian asked.

"Um, plain I guess." Blaine answered, not quite sure how to respond. Blaine could definitely see Sebastian was from Europe.

"Sorry, after living with my mother over the summer my traditions have, ah, changed a bit." Sebastian answered to Blaine's unsure tone. Sebastian sat down next to Blaine and handed him the cup of tea on a plate. Blaine eyed it suspiciously, and then took it from his hands in a nervous manner. "It's not poisoned, I promise." Sebastian added, pouring himself a cup as well, taking a sip, and returning it to the table.

"Sebastian…" Blaine said, and then sighed. "Kurt broke up with me."

"Understandable. What was his reason?" Sebastian said, trying to sound nonchalant. Both boys stared down at the coffee table in front of them.

"I… I told him about last night… He got pissed and called me a bastard…" Blaine stated quietly. Sebastian nodded next to him. Blaine took a sip of the tea and set it back on the table. He moved in his chair and stared right into Sebastian's eyes, which took him by surprise, seeing Blaine saddened like this. His eyes were brimmed red, hot tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "I don't want to be without him…" Blaine said, voice cracking and tears falling dejectedly down his cheeks. Sebastian looked guiltily back to the table. He could feel his heart bursting at the sign of Blaine like this, and it was his entire fault. But he couldn't feel guilty right now, he was around somebody. He had to put on his best façade. And just as he was thinking on how to respond, he felt the other boy's arms slip around him, and he felt Blaine's head resting on his shoulder. He returned the gesture and gripped onto Blaine, patting his back as he sobbed nearly uncontrollably. The boys found themselves buried in each other's necks, Blaine's tears dripping onto Sebastian's sweater. Sebastian gingerly kissed Blaine's neck in reassurance.

"Blaine… I'm sorry, I honestly am…" Sebastian mumbled into Blaine's neck. He heard a sniffle from behind his ear, and Blaine gripped onto him even tighter. Sebastian didn't even try to hide the noticeable bulge in his pants. All he wanted right now was to stay this way forever with Blaine, with the boy he had so mistakenly fallen in love with. He felt Blaine move, squirming out of his grasp. Sebastian didn't want to let go just yet, but he reluctantly pulled away anyways. Both boys just looked over at the floor, one feeling guilty about the action, and the other disheartened at the sudden disconnection.

"Sebastian… Last night… I'm not sure if I was dreaming…. But I could have sworn you said you never wanted me to let you go…" Blaine said, still gazing emptily at the floor. Sebastian froze. He never wanted Blaine to think he loved him like that. That was a slip of his tongue. That was an accident. Blaine was supposed to be unconscious.

"You had to have been dreaming." Sebastian replied, but too quickly. He was sure the curly haired boy next to him saw right through his disguise. He couldn't let this happen again.

"Sebastian… To be honest… I'm totally into you…" Blaine said, meeting the other boy's gaze. Blaine knew he just had to be suffering from some sort of horrible loneliness right now, that he didn't really mean that, but strangely, part of him believed he did. There was something strange about this Smythe child, something deeper than the cover-up he'd been seeing.

"Blaine, as unfortunate as it is, I really don't believe you." Sebastian said blankly, now resting his elbows on his legs and folding his hands over his knees. "Look," Sebastian turned his head in Blaine's direction, darting his eyes from the floor to Blaine's eyes. "As much as I want to screw you senseless, there is some reasonable part in me that clearly sees you're doing this out of loneliness. I definitely don't mind aiding you, but… I'll just tell you now, you'll feel guilty." With that, Sebastian's gaze traveled solidly to Blaine's still red-rimmed eyes, awaiting an answer. Blaine scooted forward on the couch and draped his arm around Sebastian, who was still giving that inquiring look. It's not that Sebastian wasn't enjoying this, it's just that he liked Blaine better when Sebastian was the one smothering him in suggestive remarks.

"Last night, Sebastian, was undoubtedly a mistake, but… But it still meant something to me, even if I was intoxicated." Blaine said, giving a sort of sympathetic-puppy-dog look.

"Virgins…" Sebastian muttered, looking the other way. He still was determining what was keeping him from diving in on Blaine. It was almost as if there was an invisible barrier, like he actually cared about Blaine. But he couldn't, not with what happened before from a few years ago still stuck in the back of his mind. Blaine just shrugged at Sebastian's comment.

"… So?" Blaine said, shaking Sebastian's shoulder slightly from nervousness.

"No." Sebastian said, before he realized what he was saying. He turned to look at Blaine once more. He didn't know what was going through his mind… He had just rejected somebody for the first time since the incident with his parent's divorce. Blaine frowned, and tilted his head. Sebastian received the impression Blaine was utterly confused right now. Sebastian slightly frowned back, returning the gesture of being confused. Blaine parted his lips to say something, but instead blinked and leaned forward. The next thing Sebastian knew, the two boys were locked into a passionate kiss, first Blaine portraying dominant, then Sebastian quickly took over. And then he stopped. He felt Blaine shudder against him as he pulled away.

"Sebastian-" Blaine said urgently as if trying to explain, but he stopped himself when Sebastian looked away. He couldn't help himself as he felt tears well up in his eyes.

"Blaine, thank you for your time here, but I have to go… Do something." Sebastian said, desperately trying to hide the crack in his voice. He didn't know why he was welling up like this; Blaine just reminded him so much of his last true boyfriend, of which he chose not to talk about. Blaine shook his head in shock.

"What is going on here? First you practically undress me with your eyes, and now you're pushing me away. What is your-"

"I said GO!" Sebastian yelled, standing up. Even he was surprised at his own forcefulness. Apparently he was glaring daggers at Blaine right now, because Blaine seemed to cower back and scurry towards the door. As he reached the door handle, he turned around to look at Sebastian, who had followed him. Sebastian looked at him with sorrowful eyes and mouthed, 'I'm sorry.' before Blaine turned back around and begrudgingly opened the door and stepped out.

"Are you… Sure?" Blaine asked hesitantly, looking for some sign of the old Sebastian through the glistening green-blue eyes he saw in front of him.

"I need time to think about that. But I'll… I'll get back to you." And with that, he winked at Blaine, trying to make himself look more sure. Blaine just frowned slightly, and walked all the way out the door, closing it. Sebastian let out the breath he had been holding. What the hell is wrong with me… he thought. He glanced at the clock; Blaine had been here for nearly an hour, and nothing had happened. And when it did, he backed away. Why did his past haunt him like this? Couldn't he get over it by now? He begrudgingly made his way up the staircase and to his bedroom. So many regrets for today. He would have to fix it the only way he knew how.

Blaine gripped the steering wheel harder as he drove out of the drive-in at McDonalds. He knew his family would appreciate the food, but what if they asked where he had been? He couldn't stand the thought of lying to his own parents, but at the same time he didn't want to openly tell them he had thrown himself so easily at another man, especially since he just broke up with his boyfriend. He was lonely, that was for sure. But the way Sebastian had yelled after he kissed him… Why had he done that? There was something going on in the Smythe child's head, something that had undoubtedly unnerved him about Blaine, but what was it? He had taken note the way his mask had cracked in half. Blaine wasn't sure what to think. Was Sebastian just pretending to throw himself at Blaine in the first place? So many questions raced through his head as he sped down the highway, and down to his own street. As he pulled in the driveway, he noticed something in the window of his living room. He could have sworn it looked like the back of Kurt's head with the way the person's hair was styled.

Triple Shit.