Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.


WARNING: Alluded to non-con is discussed in this chapter. Please do not read if that bothers you.


Part 8:

Blaine offered to pick up with tutoring sessions again, but Sebastian had actually started doing his homework so he wasn't pissing Schuester off anymore. Instead, he treated Blaine to dinner at Breadstix.

"This isn't a date," Blaine said quietly after watching Sebastian inform the waitress that there was need of only one bill. "I can pay -"

"Not happening." said Sebastian flatly. "I don't really discuss rape on dates anyway so we're in the clear." Blaine flinched. Sebastian hesitated, then leaned forward, trying to get Blaine to look him in the eye. "Has he done it more than once?"

Blaine didn't answer. The waitress returned with their drinks: a water for Blaine and a Diet Coke for Sebastian. They both placed their food orders and she departed.

"Blaine please -" Sebastian whispered. "I need to know."

The dark haired teen's eyes flashed.

"Why?" he snarled, "It's not like you'd actually stop him if you knew. It's not like I haven't dealt with bullying before, Seb. Just leave it alone. You wouldn't care -"

"I thought the fact that I'm trying to get you to talk about it implies that I do care. I'm your friend -"

"I'm not telling you. He'll hurt you like he hurt me - like his brother hurt me before -" Blaine's eyes widened in horror and he fell silent.

Sebastian felt like vommiting.

"He - This asshole has a brother who did the same thing?!" he hissed.

Blaine shook his head violently, tears forming in his eyes.

"Forget I said anything. Forget it Sebastian."

"Blaine -"

"Don't." Blaine's eyes narrowed and for a moment Sebastian thought he might hit him. He certainly looked like he wanted to (and part of Sebastian's brain found this an incredible turn-on.).

They spent the majority of the meal in silence before Sebastian finally paid the bill and offered to give Blaine a ride home.


The ride back to Blaine's house was awkward and silent, except for when Sebastian asked for street names and whether he was supposed to make a left or a right.

Finally, they pulled up to a large, brick appartment building. Blaine was red in the face and didn't say good-bye as he practically bolted from the car and into the building.

Sebastian's phone vibrated, signalling a new call. It was Puck.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked roughly when he answered it.

"You bang the nerd yet?" Sebastian inhaled through his nose, grateful Puck wasn't within distance of his fist.

"I have no intentions of banging him, Puckerman," he spit out, teeth gritted in irritation. "At least, not until he asks me to."

"Gonna be waiting a long time man, Anderson doesn't date. Hummel's been after him since he transfered."

"He has?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it 'going after him'," Puck ammended, "Mostly the weirdo just makes those sappy 'I wish he was mine' looks when Blaine walks by in the hall."

"He's not property," Sebastian growled.

"Yet you both treat him like it," the other badass mused. "It's a wonder he doesn't see it. Idiot."

"Don't talk about him like that!"

"Wow touchy." Puck laughed. "You have it bad, dude."

Sebastian was silent, though he felt his cheeks begin to feel warm and knew he was blushing. Thank God Puck couldn't see.

"I have to go, man. See you at school."

"Uh-huh. Yeah whatever. Let me know when you finally get into his pants, just spare me the details."

Sebastian didn't even respond. He simply hit the end button on his phone and tossed it into the back seat before starting the engine of the car back up and driving off.


"So how was your date?"

"It wasn't a date, Coop." Blaine hunched his shoulders as he stared at his algebra homework. Cooper laughed and removed one TV dinner from the microwave before putting in another.

"C'mon, you know I'm teasing." Cooper placed the warm tv dinner next to his little brother's text book. "Put your homework up and eat."

"I have to finish it," he protested.

"Yeah, and you can do that after you eat and tell me why you've been giving me the silent treatment all afternoon." The actor parked himself in the chair to the left of Blaine's and folded his arms. "I'm waiting."

Blaine scowled but marked the page in the book he'd been working on and shut it before transferring them both across the table. His brother handed him a fork and he reluctantly began eating the salisbury steak that had come in his dinner.

"Did something happen at school?" Cooper asked after it became clear that Blaine wasn't going to talk.

Blaine tried not to, but flinched. Cooper's eyes narrowed.

"Spill." he ordered. Silence. "Blaine. Talk to me. If the football players are harassing you again -"

Blaine's face drained of color.

"Nobody's hurt me," he whispered. "I'm fine Coo. Just leave it a -"

"If you finish that sentence so help me, I'm going to throw all of your bowties in the dumpster in the back parking lot." Cooper retorted. "I need you to talk to me, B. Something's wrong - I know that because you're a horrible liar under pressure. Please."

Blaine stood up, setting his fork aside and pushing his meal away.

"I'm fine." he repeated. "Just leave it alone, Cooper. I'm going to go finish my homework." he grabbed his book and his notebook and ran for his room.

Cooper sighed at hearing Blaine's bedroom door close and grabbed the tray, figuring he'd bag it and stick it in the fridge. Blaine could take it to school for lunch.

A number scribbled on the post-it stack he kept near the phone caught his eye as he was looking for plastic containers that he could move the leftovers to.

Sebastian Smythe
Tutoring days: M, W, Th
3:30-4:30
cell: (419) 555-4321

Cooper frowned. Was this that boy Blaine had been with the one time he'd picked Blaine up from the Lima Bean? Something told him that Sebastian wasn't just another kid that his brother tutored; he was a friend.

He would probably know what was going on with Blaine.

He picked up the reciever and dialled the number, exhaling when the teen picked up.

"Hello?"


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