AUTHORS NOTE:
Apologies for the long delay! Life get's crazy sometimes...
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, it's a lot shorter than Chapter 6, so, you know...
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Chapter 7
Blaine sighed and threw his messenger bag by his bedroom door. Slumping on his bed, he shrugged off his thick jacket and tugged at the tight bowtie that was almost choking him away from his neck. Just then, a familiar jingle filled his silent room, causing him to shoot off of his bed with much enthusiasm, hoping that it was one of the two people who he needed to speak to urgently. It was now past 7pm, meaning both Kurt and Amelia would be able to have access to a phone. Or at least Facebook.
The tenor ran towards his bag and dove straight in to find his phone. Luckily, it was wedged between a Biology text book and some sheet music. He smiled broadly as the name of the caller flashed on his phone. Placing the phone firmly to his right ear, he perched back on the edge of his bed, eager to hear the voice of the caller.
"Why, Hello there." the tenor chuckled.
"Well, if it isn't the next Josh Groban…"
"Here's hoping!" Blaine smiled at Kurt's comment; glad that he was able to watch the performance he had worked so hard on.
"With that performance, I wouldn't doubt for a second that you will be! Blaine! Oh my god, that song was just…just…" Kurt sighed; no words in the English language could sum up what he just witnessed. He had never been so thankful for WiFi before in his life. After he and Rachel had just got home from a stressful singing session, to relax and watch his boyfriend do what he does best was a blessing. And just what he needed.
"Wow, Kurt, I've never heard you so speechless before. It must have been good…"
"Good? Blaine, it was incredible! I swear, you just continuously surprise me. I've never felt more proud to be with you more in my whole life. I think this even topped your performance in West Side Story…" Kurt cut off quickly, hissing slightly in pain from the pillow Rachel threw at him from across the room.
"I'm glad I did you proud. Considering how hard we worked, it's nice to know someone appreciates it…"
"What do you mean? Did a certain someone not like it?"
"Not the person you're thinking of, that's for sure. I have no idea what Joe thought of it. It's just…"
"What?" Kurt edged forward on the couch he and Rachel were sat upon.
"It's Amelia; I think she's hiding something from me…"
Crashing through the fire exit doors, Amelia found herself standing barefoot in the middle of the McKinley High School parking lot, scanning each car for a certain someone. Hearing the crunching of leaves beyond a giant black truck on the far side of the parking lot, the blonde tore through the cars like she was escaping a maze in Wonderland. The further she got, the clearer the sound of wheels became. Finally, she caught the eye of the bubbly brunette she had made friends with on her first day of school, and the small nerdy boy in the wheelchair beside her.
"Tina! Artie! Wait up!" she yelled.
"Oh, what da hell?" Artie muttered, wheeling back slightly to avoid a nasty collision with the blonde.
"Amelia? What is it? What's wrong?" Tina squeaked, taking the emotionally exhausted blonde in her arms.
"I-I'm h-here to b-beg again for you to t-take down the video…" Amelia panted, seeing stars around her.
"Why? You guys were amazing, people should see…"
"Please Artie! Just take the video off of YouTube." She hated this. Begging. She's stronger than that; stronger than this. But she had no choice, if begging was what was going to work, then beg she shall.
"I don't see what the big deal is, Amelia." Artie snapped.
"And I don't see why you can't just press the delete button!" Amelia yelled, breaking at her boiling point.
"OK guys, calm down." Tina sighed, pushing Amelia back slightly before she pounced on the paralyzed boy.
"Now, Artie, you shouldn't have put the video on YouTube without asking Blaine and Amelia first."
"How else was I supposed to show Kurt the performance?" Artie asked matter-of-factly.
"There's such a thing called email…" the blonde hissed, clenching her teeth, never breaking her strong glare at the nerdy boy.
"Amelia…" Tina grabbed the blonde by the shoulders, causing her to break her eye contact with a frightened Artie. "If you think about it this way, other show choirs across the country are going to see that video. They're going to see how amazing the standard of the New Directions are this year. They're going to get scared, nervous, but most of all, they're going to doubt themselves. We may have a shot of winning Nationals this year, because of you…"
Amelia sighed, she knew Tina had a point, but at the same time, she hated the fact that there was method to Artie's madness. Still, she couldn't give in. After all, her life was at stake here.
"Yes, but those show choirs are also going to become motivated and determined, meaning we won't have a shot against them! So, I vote we take the video down. Tonight. And if you don't, I swear to God Artie, I will tie you to your wheelchair and roll you straight into the ocean. Understand?"
Artie gulped, frozen in his chair. "O-OK, I'll delete it when I get home."
Amelia smirked, pleased with her ambitious persistence.
"Amelia, you wanna ride home?" Tina asked as Artie rolled towards the car that was pulling into a space nearby.
"Thanks, Tina." Amelia jumped into Tina's car, throwing her belongings in the back seat, smiling uncontrollably. That is, until, she felt her phone vibrate in her hand. She pulled her seatbelt across her body and opened the text message she had just received.
We need to talk. Call me as soon as you get this. – S.
The blonde slumped in her seat, Oh, so now he wants to talk? She sighed, placing her phone on the backseat. There was no way she was going to call Sebastian with Tina in the car. No, she would just have to wait until she was alone in her bedroom before speaking to her charming, yet incredibly infuriating cousin.
"Wait. So Amelia just left? Without saying anything else?"
"Pretty much." muttered Blaine, lying face down comfortably on his bed. Kurt was always so incredibly intrigued when it came to dealing with problems, they fascinated him. But more importantly, helping out with any problems made him feel almost, involved, somehow. He felt the least he could do whilst in New York is offer helpful guidance and support as best as he could to his boyfriend who remained in Lima. Blaine had just spent the past 25 minutes explaining the whole ordeal to Kurt, who couldn't stop interrupting every time a single detail was left out. Details were good for Kurt; but not so good for Blaine.
"Wow. That's quite a day you've had." Kurt mumbled. Rachel, who sat curled up next to the countertenor was also listening in on Blaine's problem, hoping to offer any help she could, or at least find out a little gossip about the new New Directions. The brunette pondered for a second before blurting a thought aloud.
"But, why wouldn't she want the video on YouTube? I mean, if I was her, I'd feel incredibly grateful that so many anonymous viewers find me amazingly talented. Surely, that's a good thing, isn't it?"
Kurt rolled his bright blue eyes at his roommate, before placing the phone firmly to his ear once again.
"Rachel has a point, Blaine. Surely, she must be happy? Why wouldn't she feel proud of what you guys achieved?"
Blaine sat up with a huff and replied quietly.
"Believe me, Kurt. I've been asking myself the same question for the past 3 hours."
"OK. Let's think back to the performance. Is there anything that you guys did that would make her feel uncomfortable in any way? -"
Kurt cut himself off quickly. Of course, he, Blaine and even Rachel knew exactly what would make her feel uncomfortable: The kiss. The kiss that was suggested to Blaine by Kurt only an hour before their performance began. The kiss that made both Kurt and Rachel flustered at the magic moment shared between two friends in a creative array of love and passion in under 3 minutes. The kiss that had many question if it was a display of true emotions, or just for show. The kiss. That kiss, had Amelia panicked about the public seeing it. Maybe, a certain someone was seeing it. Kurt didn't know much about Amelia, he knew certain facts, but again, details were missing. Perhaps she had a boyfriend she was worried about back in the U.K seeing it, or a family member perhaps. Or maybe just someone far more different.
"You think it's the kiss that has her acting so strangely?" Blaine whispered.
Rachel and Kurt looked at each other with worried expressions.
"Yes."
"Thanks again, Tina!"
"Anytime, Amelia! Have a nice weekend!"
Waving at the car disappearing into the distance, Amelia threw herself through the front door and stormed up the stairs into her bedroom and slammed the door, ignoring her grandmother's calls of curiousity. Tugging at her pink gown and throwing it to the corner of her room, Amelia grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt from the pile of clean washing her grandmother had left on her bed and got changed as quickly as she could. Once she was changed, she snatched her bag and found her phone, ready to call her awaiting cousin. Easily enough, he answered after only two rings.
"What the hell took you so long?"
"Hello to you too..." Amelia grumbled, sittng cross-legged on the centre of her bed.
"Oh my GOD Amelia! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
The blonde whimpered slightly at her cousins harsh tongue. He never usually swore when he spoke to her. She had never heard him so angry before, but again, Amelia wasn't going to take it lying down. No one deserved to be spoken to like that, especially not after the day she had just endured.
"What are going on about now, Seb? Did someone make fun of your chipmunk looks again or something?"
"I'm serious, A! I cannot believe how stupid you are! I cannot believe you KISSED him! And then put it on YouTube! What's wrong with you?"
"Believe me, Sebastian, I've been asking myself the same question for the past 3 hours..." the blonde joked.
"Maybe we're over-reacting..."
"Rachel, give it up! It was the kiss! It was so obvious! She was so angry at me afterwards, and I just laughed at her! I'm so stupid!"
Blaine remained lying face down on his bed, too ashamed and embarrassed to even show his face to the four walls in his bedroom.
"Maybe you should call Cooper, Blaine. I'm sure he could help you out..."
"Oh, and wouldn't that be a treat! I can just imagine the conversation in my head! 'Hey, Coop! How's L.A? Guess what! You remember my best friend, Amelia? Yeah? Well, I kissed her and now she's mad at me...yes, I'm still gay...' God!"
Kurt and Rachel were now lying top to tail on the couch, both thinking hard about how they could help their troubled friend/boyfriend back in Lima. Kurt's suggestions had been minimal at this point, and all Rachel could do was to say her thoughts out loud, which only worried Blaine more.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah, Rach?"
Rachel sat up, looking directly at her roomate with apologetic eyes and an awkward expression. Blaine listened closely on the other end of the line, hoping that something useful was about to come out of the diva's mouth.
"Remember my house party? Two years ago?"
Kurt winced at the awful flashbacks that filled his head. Every New Directions member, drunk in Rachel's basement. Santana crying emotionally over Sam, Brittany stripping, Mercedes and Tina giggling like hyena's on speed. But worst of all, the awful game of spin the bottle which led to a serious make-out session between his best friend and crush. He hated Rachel for bringing it up at a time like this, but, knowing Rachel, there was a good reason for it. Blaine remained groaning in frustration on the other end of the line, remembering the awful hangover he experienced and the awkward encounter with Burt Hummel the morning after the house party.
"Why you would decide to bring that up at a time like this astounds me, but yes, I do. Why do you ask?"
"Well, remember how I felt after kissing Blaine?"
Kurt stared at his roomate with wide eyes, holding his poker face extremely well considering the thoughts that were going through his head. Blaine sat up, his brown eyes squinting in deep thought. No, she's not thinking...that...
"Oh my GOD, Rachel! You think that's why Amelia was so angry?"
"No...but...she, I mean...what?" Blaine rambled, disorientated from the mere thought of what Rachel was suggesting.
"I may be wrong, I mean, I was drunk when I kissed Blaine. But, even when I kissed him sober, yes, some feeling's still remained..." Rachel placed her hands up protectively in front of her, worried by Kurt's wrinkled forehead and flaming red cheeks.
"Can we please not talk about this?" Kurt hissed, but Blaine was already sweating anxiously. There was a reason Blaine didn't kiss girls, maybe this was why. Launching himself off of his bed, the tenor began pacing back and forth to calm himself. Regaining his composure, he then placed the phone back to his ear.
"You know what, Kurt? I think I'm gonna call Amelia. Talk to her about it."
Kurt sighed at his boyfriend's choice of action. So simple, just to call and talk. After all, whenever they had a problem, calling each other and talking usually did the trick.
"Alright, Blaine. But, try not to assume anything. You know Rachel, she's got a big...imagination..."
Rachel huffed and shoved Kurt's legs off of the couch so she could storm off to her bedroom and call her own boyfriend.
"I was only trying to help!" the diva yelled as she stomped down the narrow hallway of their New York City appartment.
"Love you, Rach!" Kurt yelled, placing his feet back on the couch.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, let you know how it goes..."
"Please do. I love you."
"I love you too."
"I can't believe you right now!"
"You know what, Sebastian. I don't need to hear this..."
Amelia was now fighting tears at her cousins biting attitude. Today had been an emotional rollercoaster, and now, her cousin, who she loved dearly, was yelling at her about it? No. That was most definitely not what she needed.
"Don't you dare hang up on me, Amelia! Dont'-"
That was it. Amelia hung up her phone and threw it across the room in a fit of rage. Her heart was pumping hard, the anger boiling inside of her. However, this time, she wasn't going to let it get to her. Taking a few deep breaths, Amelia slowly got off of her bed to grab her phone that was balancing inbetween the two compartments of her leather rucksack. Finding the contact she needed the most, she typed quickly, clicking and pressing multiple buttons, typing and retyping the same message over and over again, doubting herself. Finally, after her 7th attempt, she pressed the send button.
Blaine perched on the edge of his bed once again, fiddling with his phone in his fingers, also doubting himself, and his choices. Should he call her? Or should he just wait until Monday? Give her some time to relax and to talk to him when she wanted to? Or force her to tell him everything, here and now? He sighed, placing his head in his hands, leaving his phone on his lap.
However, the phone seemed to be back in his hands soon after feeling it vibrate on his left thigh.
Can you meet me at the Lima Bean tomorrow at 12? - A.
The curly-haired boy stared at the screen for a good few minutes, letting his mind wonder. Obviously, Amelia wanted to talk face to face, which could mean multiple things. He slumped on his bed, lying back to stare at the blank ceiling. His mind racing with possiblities of the meeting. What does Amelia want to talk about? The YouTube video? The performance? Or maybe the whole thing with Joe? Blaine didn't know what to think, but the only way he was going to find out is if actually attends the meeting.
Sure, see you there. - B.
After sending the message, Blaine sat up to grab his laptop from his desk in the far corner of his room. Everyone kept raving about the performance, and as his old singing mentor, Mr. Dipple, once said: Listening to yourself sing is the best way to improve yourself. So, opening up YouTube and typing in "New Directions: So She Dances performance", he began to search the cause of all his current problems.
But, nothing came up.
Suddenly, his phone jingled once again, still lying on his bed. Another text message was awaiting on his phone.
Hey. I was trying to watch the performance again, to check if anything else could possibly make Amelia angry, but I can't find the video? Artie must have taken it down. - K.
"Huh..." Blaine muttered. "But why?"
The tenor stood puzzled in the center of his room, as his watch began beeping, telling him that it was now 9pm, on a Friday Night. Bringing him right back to reality.
Sitting directly opposite each other, Blaine and Amelia sipped at their coffee's in silence, unsure of what to say. Both needed to say a lot, but neither could bring themselves to say a single word. They both stared awkwardly at their laps, occassionally raising their eyes to look at each other, all accompanied by either a nervous giggle or an anxious cough. They hadn't been there long, however, to them, it felt like an eternity. Why, Blaine had already almost finished his coffee.
Strangers surrounded them, all deep in their own conversations with friends, collegues or even their computers. The pair envied the strangers, watching them all chortle at each other mindlessly. Blaine and Amelia had never been this way, they always felt so comfortable around each other. But something was keeping them silent. That something was different to both the boy and the girl, however, these something's had something in common. Both had a secret. A secret that neither the boy or the girl could bring themselves to say out loud. And both had their reasons for staying quiet. Although the seriousness of their secrets differed majorly.
Blaine's Rolex told him it was only 12:06. They had been there for a whole 6 minutes, yet the only word they had uttered to each other was a simple "Hey" when they arrived. The tenor couldn't take the silence any longer, so finally pushed himself into speaking to the mute blonde opposite him.
"OK, Amelia. Look, let's just cut the awkwardness."
The blonde looked puzzled at her best friend's outburst, but replied all the same.
"OK."
"You know what I'm going to ask you..."
And Amelia most certainly did. Although, she had hoped and prayed that Blaine would never ask her. She wasn't ready to reveal all of her secrets to her best friend just yet. Of course, that's what he was there for, to support her and be someone to tell everything to. But, her secret was far too big to reveal to someone in the middle of a coffee shop. And, of course, she trusted Blaine with her life, yet, she also knew exactly how he would react if she told him -
"Well, look who's here!"
Amelia jumped at the booming voice that was above her, interupting her train of thought. Blaine gulped a large load of coffee so quickly, that he began to choke on the hot drink uncontrollably. The blonde turned to the source of the voice, finding a tall boy wearing a striped blue and green shirt and a pair of ragged blue jeans. The boy was also wearing the same smirk he always greeted Amelia with.
"Sebastian..." Amelia mumbled, as the boy took a seat beside the spluttering tenor on the opposite side of the table. Sebastian began patting Blaine on his back forcefully, and with one final cough, the boy finally regained his dapper composure. "What are you doing here?"
"What? Can't a guy come to the coffee shop on a Saturday afternoon for no apparent reason? It seems acceptable on Friends, then again, that was the 90's..."
The blonde stared wide eyed at her cousin, whilst Blaine looked back and forth at the two, almost as if he was watching a game of tennis.
"You two know each other?" Blaine asked curiously.
Sebastian chuckled at Amelia's gawky expression, and replied to the boy.
"Yes. We know each other very well, don't we Amelia?"
Blaine stared at Amelia, puzzled by the striking glares she was giving Sebastian. Finally, she turned to her best friend, who was now taking his final sip of his coffee, with a forced smile and replied sweetly.
"Yes. Sebastian happens to be my cousin."
Spitting slightly, the tenor stared at Amelia with large eyes, giving her a questioning look so confused, that Sebastian had to begin chuckling once again.
"Wow...OK." Blaine muttered. "I think I'm going to get another cup of coffee. You guys want anything?"
"We're good." Sebastian beamed at Blaine, as he walked away to join the end of the coffee order line. As soon as Blaine was out of hearing distance, Amelia leaned over the table and locked her eyes on her cousin.
"OK. What's up?"
Sebastian also leaned forward, staring straight into the blondes big brown eyes.
"How could you kiss him, Amelia?"
Amelia chuckled at her cousins question, and for some reason, she found his edgy tone rather humourous.
"Well, it's pretty easy. First you lean in and then your lips touch and -"
"I'm serious, A!" Sebastian blurted out, causing several heads around them to turn in curiousity.
"Calm down, Seb. I'm just kidding." the blonde hushed, leaning forward even further, lowering her voice so only her cousin could here her speak. "I kissed him for a Glee Club assignment. It's not a big deal..."
Sebastian sighed at his cousins clueless nature. If only she knew... he thought.
"It's a huge deal Amelia. You can't kissed him." he hissed, causing the blonde to lean back slightly in surprise.
"Do you have feelings for him or something, Seb? Because if so, you need a reality check. He's with Kurt."
"Maybe you should listen to your own advice."
Amelia sat back, raising an eyebrow at her cousins comeback. What the hell does he mean by that? Was she making it incredibly obvious that she felt something more than friendship for Blaine? Surely not? And if so, how would Sebastian know? He didn't know her that well for him to realise how she felt about her best friend, but something Amelia was doing was ticking him off. She folded her arms across her chest, and kept her incredibly convincing poker face intact.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You want me to break it down, blondie? Am I going too fast for your head of air to contain the info?"
Amelia rolled her eyes dramatically at her cousin.
"Wow, Seb. Blonde jokes? How original..."
"And those are only the tame ones."
Amelia shoved her chair out from under the table, feeling her heart beginning to pump wildly again.
"Whatever Sebastian. I'm leaving..."
Sebastian grabbed the blonde by the arm, urging her to take her seat again, showing her that he was no where near done talking to her. Relunctantly, she sat back down and folded her arms over her chest again.
"Before you take off, I have to say just one more, teeny tiny little thing to say."
Closing her eyes, Amelia took a deep breath before replying quietly. Sebastian was really beginning to get on her last nerve; all she wanted to do was to leave and never come back.
"And what would that be?"
Leaning as far foward over the table as he could, Sebastian bared his teeth at the blonde and kept his eyes locked securely on hers. Amelia felt herself trapped by his harsh gaze, like she could look no where else than at her cousin. The boy took a breath and whispered quietly.
"Stay away from Blaine."
Confusion surrounded Amelia like fog. She never took her eyes off of Sebastian, who patiently awaited an answer from the blonde.
"What?" she whispered, purely taken back by the boys warning.
"You heard me. Stay away from Blaine, or else."
Amelia leaned back, giggling slightly at her cousins dramatic nature.
"Or else what?"
"I'll show the video of your little performance to you know who..."
Gasping, Amelia stared at the boy with a shocked expression. Sebastian was the only person who knew her secret, who she had trusted to keep her secret silent since she was 12. But now, he was using it against her for his own benefit. She felt betrayed, lost, broken. She closed her eyes, hoping that this was only a nightmare, that she would wake up in seconds to find herself lying comfortably in her bed in the safety of her own home. But no, when she opened her eyes, she remained surrounded by the same strangers, the same strong scent of coffee and cigarettes, and the same boy who had just made her worst nightmare come true.
"W-what?...Sebastian..."
"I'm serious, Amelia."
"B-but, the video...it's off of YouTube..."
"I downloaded it as soon as I saw it."
Choked. Amelia felt like she was being choked. The lump in her throat grew three times bigger and the tears in her eyes began to well up high. She looked around her, at the strangers who were still laughing. Her envy grew stronger as she scanned the room of jesters, jealous of their easy, light conversations. How she wished she was with them all, instead of enduring this.
"Please Sebastian. You can't -"
"I can, and I will." the boy sighed, staring blankly at the girl. Sebastian knew he had stooped far too low, that no one deserved what he was giving Amelia. But she had to learn; she had no idea how Sebastian felt. Or how much it killed him to do this to her. He loved her. He always loved her. But now, that love was non-existant. Amelia was now merely a piece in his game, that he favourited muchly, but still, had to annihilate.
"You wouldn't do that to me! We're family! Families don't do that to each other!" Tears now began to drown her cheeks.
"We're not like any other family. You know that."
Letting out a quiet sob, Amelia looked at her cousin with desperate eyes.
"Why are you doing this, Seb? Why?"
"Why are you doing what?"
Blaine pulled out his chair, looking directly at the ground as he placed himself firmly in the chair. Looking up, his eyes firstly locked on an emotional Amelia, who was now keeping her head firmly down, protectivley hiding herself away from the tenors caring nature. Blaine's face dropped into a worried expression, but before he could ask anything else, Sebastian quickly replied.
"Why am I kicking her, she wanted to know...". Blaine turned to the boy, looking at him with fierce eyes. "Reflexes, sorry."
Blaine scooted his chair further round the table to look closely at Amelia, who now only showed signs of crying through the occassional sniff and her scarlet red eyes.
"Hey, Amelia..." Sebastian announced, causing the blonde to look at him almost drowsiliy, not wanting anymore threats or confusing statements to come out of the boys mouth. "...That reminds me, didn't your dad want to see you? You better get going, he sounded urgent on the phone..."
"Your dad called?" Blaine asked lightly.
"Uhh...yeah. I should go." Amelia whispered, grabbing her belongings. She needed to get away. Quickly. Shooting out of her seat, she stumbled slightly over one of Blaine's chair legs as she uttered quickly "See you Monday, B. Sebastian."
And then, the blonde was gone. Leaving only two of the past lead Warblers behind.
Sebastian waited for Blaine to look at him before speaking, although the tenor only looked at him with eyes filled with questions.
"So Blaine, how ya been?"
Blaine rolled his eyes at the boy's arrogant, easy-going attitude. Amelia was obviously upset about something, yet there the boy sat, asking Blaine how he was. No, that's unacceptable.
"What did you say to her?"
Sebastian's classic smirk dropped. He felt unsure of how to answer the boy, so, simply brushed it aside, like he always did.
"Nothing that concern's you -"
"- Everything that involves Amelia concern's me." Blaine cut in, too angry to play silly games with the boy.
"Really?" the boy replied, raising an eyebrow, "And why's that? Is she your new girlfriend, Blaine? Did you ditch Pinnochio for Alice in Wonderland?"
Blaine frowned, becomming both angry and confused by Sebastian's questions.
"What are you talking about? You know very well that I'm with Kurt..."
Sebastian rolled his eyes at the tenor.
"Oh, I know, I know! But, I saw your little performance last night on YouTube. It was adorable!" Sebastian chortled, causing Blaine to turn red in the face. How he wished he had a boxing bag right now to let his frustration out. "Tell me, has your perfect boyfriend seen it? Or at least, seen your big finale?"
"Not that it matters, but yes, he has."
Raising both eyebrows, Sebastian looked the boy up and down, trying to find something behind his words that made sense of Blaine's behaviour.
"Why doesn't it matter? Hmm? Surely he would be concerned about you kissing - "
"- Sebastian! Just..." Blaine sighed, collecting himself before he made an even bigger scene than what was needed. "...Just drop it, OK?"
Sebastian chuckled at Blaine's reply.
"Aww, are things not so sunny over the Klaine-bow?"
That was it. Blaine shoved out from under the table, grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He didn't need to sit through this. Sebastian used to be a good guy, at least, he was last year at Regionals. But ever since Kurt left for New York, he had gone straight back to his evil, conniving ways. When was that boy ever going to learn?
"I'll take that as a yes!" Sebastian yelled, as Blaine left the Lima Bean without looking back. Smirking, the Warbler also left the table, pleased with his Saturday morning adventure. For this was only the beginning. He would get his way. One way, or another.
Coming Up:
A new week arrives at McKinley High School, meaning a new assignment for the New Directions.
How is Amelia going to deal with Sebastian's blackmail? How will she stay away from a curious Blaine?
Will she stay away from him at all?
And why should she stay away from him?
Crazy times are ahead for the New Directions.
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