SAY HELLO TO CHAPTER SEVEN. No real warnings. Just prepare yourselves.

The next few days were a blur for Blaine. Kurt never called. He didn't text again or email. For all intents and purposes, he had disappeared. A blimp on the radar, here one second and gone the next.

Some part of Blaine didn't care. He didn't feel hurt by it or angry anymore. He was honestly just numb. The twisted feeling in his stomach that used to accompany thoughts of Kurt's distance was gone now. The tears that usually sprung up in his eyes when he thought of how long it had been never came.

He didn't feel anything anymore. A small part of him knew this was bad, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He preferred it this way. No pain, no heartbreak. If things were over, at least he didn't have to cry himself to sleep at night.

He spent an obsured amount of time at the gym. Christmas break was drawing closer, but he wasn't participating in the holiday cheer around him. He hadn't gone to glee club in weeks anyway and no one there bothered to try and contact him. His senior year was blurring by in a haze of loneliness, but again, he was too numb to notice.

Honestly, the only thing that made him feel anything was Sebastian. Thoughts of him crossing Blaine's mind at random intervals, their last encounter being the most dominant. That memory itself caused anger in him, but other times it was different. Regret for hitting him. Disappointment that he had never been able to help him.

Mostly he remembered seeing him on his porch that first day. It could hardly be possible that that had been at least eleven days ago, with the crystal clear memory he had of it. Even now, sitting in Math class, ignoring his teacher, he could picture the bloodshot eyes and the raw emotion he had see there when he approached him.

He had been so broken. Just like Blaine.

Standing up suddenly, he drew the attention of all the students around him.

"Mr. Anderson," the teacher said sharply, hating to be interrupted in the middle of a lecture. "Is there something wrong?"

"I think I'm going to be sick, Mrs. Kelso." he replied immediately, not even sure if he really looked sick. He didn't wait for a dismal, knowing she couldn't stop him from leaving if he really was sick.

He grabbed his bag and almost ran from the room, keeping up the act until he reached the restroom. Ducking inside, he checked all the stalls before locking the door and pulling out his cell phone.

He had been tempted to just call, but he knew Sebastian was supposed to be in class.

'A text would be enough,' he decided, typing out a quick demand and hitting send. It was reckless, all things considered, but he wasn't going to stop himself.

Sebastian made him feel. He just wanted to know how far that went.

Sebastian left his last class as soon as they were dismissed, not speaking to anyone as he headed back to his dorm room. He had solid plans to crawl in bed and not come out until the following morning. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Pulling out his phone to check to make sure neither of his parents had called, he was surprised to find a text waiting.

Blaine Anderson: (1:43 P.M.)
Come to my house as soon as you get out of school. You win.

He wasn't sure exactly what he had won, but the message seemed rather promising. Entering his room, he dropped his bag on the floor and gave his bed a fleeting look. Blaine or sleep.

The choice was rather obvious.

He left Dalton without a word to anyone, almost positive he was speeding as he made his way toward Blaine's house. It was close, but he was eager. And who could really blame him? Getting what you want after being denied for so long was truly satisfying and he wanted to waste no time.

When he pulled up, he saw Blaine standing on the porch. The look on his face was one of pure determination, standing with his arms crossed, leaned back against the front door.

Getting out, Sebastian watched him as he approached, taking the steps slowly. Suddenly, he was anxious. What if this was just another attempt on Blaine's part to get him to talk? He still hadn't given in on that and he had no plans to, no matter what Blaine was offering now.

"Let's get one thing straight," Blaine said coolly, his voice unusually distant and uncaring. It took Sebastian by surprise and all he could do was nod. "I'm using you right now. This isn't out of an feelings or emotions. You're not getting me to fall in love with or anything. In fact, I couldn't give two shits about you."

This caused Sebastian to smirk. "Great. It's better that way." he agreed finally, feeling a sense of triumph wash over him.

"No questions. No talking. The most I want out of your mouth is how amazing I am, got it?" Blaine added, pushing away from the door and looking up at him slightly.

Looking back down at him, Sebastian was pretty sure he was going into shock. This was so unlike Blaine, who was usually so calm and collected and... so unlike Sebastian himself. In this moment, however, he couldn't find many differences in them.

"Perfect." he replied before pushing Blaine back against the door, attaching their lips immediately. When he met no resistance, he reached behind Blaine and turned the knob, allowing them inside.

"Couch or bedroom?"