A/N: Just to rub all your faces in it even more. The Glee Convention was absolutely amazing. Curt mega is just the most amazing guy I have ever ever met. He sang Happy Birthday to my sister and bought me and her a drink. I had the most amazing conversations with him and it was just the best weekend ever. Okay so onto the sorry for this being so late I came home with Flu and a really sore throat, that left me sounding like Hagrid from Harry Potter for the best part of the week. Then I was thrown out the house and stayed with my grandparents for a week whilst I found a flat. So I have been without internet for the the last 3 weeks, but that just means one thing. More time to write. So hopefully this chapter and the next makes up for the fact that I have been away for so long. I am not quite finished with the next chapter. About half way through it. Should get it done soon and then hopefully soon after that I can get it uploaded.

The night just seemed to flow like anything. Sebastian lost count of the amount of drinks he had drank. Yet at the same time it was nice to just relax and be his old self again. Just talking to old friends had to be the best way to spend the night before a funeral. At least it was taking his mind off everything. Plus with the amount of alcohol that he had drank it was going to be a breeze, most likely he would be battling the hangover from hell and could easily just spend the funeral pretending to be interested or being upset into his friends shoulder, when in fact he could be snoozing and nursing a dreadful headache.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A groan escaped him, half expecting it to be his mother finding something to insult him for yet he was surprised to see that it was Blaine calling him. This phone call was going to cost that poor guy a fortune. Sebastian couldn't help feeling guilty. Had he missed texts from him? Was that why he was ringing? He wasn't sure. He had been so involved in the conversation with Tony and with alcohol that this was the first point in the night when he had even remembered that he had a life outside the pub. Was that just down to the fact that Tony had left to go to the toilet? He didn't know. He really had to stop drinking so much. His memory was getting rather fuzzy and he really felt like he was about to pass out.

"Hey, Killer. You okay?" he slurred down the phone.

"Yeah, but you are drunk? I have been texting you all night. You didn't get back so I was worried about you. Clearly now I know why." Blaine replied down the phone to him with a tone that Sebastian wasn't sure he recognised.

"Are you mad at me? I am sorry. I met a guy and we used to be friends and well yeah I drank a lot. I think. I don't remember" Sebastian rambled. He rested against the bar and placed his forehead upon the beer mat that was sat in front of him, it was cold and damp from beer that had been spilt on it before.

"No, just worried. You sure you are okay? You really shouldn't drink anything else Sebastian. Please for me. Just go back to wherever you are staying. Call me when you there as well, even if it just to call and then hang up."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, at least he thought he did. He couldn't really be sure. "Yeah okay, but I am just going to finish this pint and then I am going to go home." he continued to slur.

"Sebastian! Don't you dare. Leave that pint if you love me and walk home or to wherever you are staying. And stay on the phone with me until you get safely into bed, never mind how much it is going to cost."

Sebastian groaned. "I hate it when you pull the if you love card out your pocket. It's not fair." he moaned. Gasping as he felt a hand on his back. His head turned and he found Tony standing behind him.

"Yes but you love me really. You know you do." Blaine laughed down the phone. Hearing Sebastian gasp Blaine found himself slightly worried. Was he okay? What had happened? "You alright?"

"Yeah just my mate touching my back and making me jump and I am going to sleep now, okay. In the..." Sebastian wasn't able to finish the sentence for falling asleep, the alcohol had really gone to his head. It had to be down to the fact that he was in a rather strange mood and hadn't really eaten anything that day down to the fact that plane food was just horrible.

"Sebastian! Sebastian! Talk to me. Sebastian, you there? Answer me!" Blaine called down the phone. He really was worried. If Sebastian wasn't all the way in Paris then Blaine would be over there in flash to check up on him and make sure that he was okay. He could feel his heart racing. Sure he knew that even under the influence of drink Sebastian could handle himself and look after himself, yet that didn't stop him from worrying about him. He was freaking out, pacing backwards and forwards in the Living Room, causing Santana to get rather mad at him as he leapt walking front of the TV.

"Hello? Guessing this is Blaine, right? Sebastian's boyfriend?" came a voice through the phone, making Blaine jump. Instantly he wondered who it was. He wasn't sure whether to say it was or not. His eyes darted to Santana as if in a way to say 'help me'

Her look was just of utter confusion, wasn't he speaking to Sebastian? "Sebastian okay? Put it on loud speak."

Blaine swallowed and nodded, pressing the loud speak button and sitting next to his best friend. "Yeah it's Blaine. Who is this? Is Sebastian okay?" Blaine managed to say, reaching out and gripping Santana's hand in his. Why was he suddenly more nervous than before? He just wanted to know who this stranger was that had Sebastian's phone and if Sebastian was okay.

"Tony, a old mate of Sebastian's. He's fine just sort of passed out in my lap. You have any idea where he is staying? He tell you?"

Blaine suddenly felt rather relieved. At least he knew Sebastian was with someone, yet what if he wasn't who he said he was. He could be anyone. Blaine had to think of something to ask him to know if he was the real thing. Yet it still occurred to him that this Tony guy had known his name. Would Sebastian really go telling a random stranger his name? He couldn't recall him actually saying his name to him on the phone. Yet there was always the chance that his name was flashing up on his phone. That was it. He remembered now. In Sebastian's phone he was under the name 'Sexe sur un bâton' which he knew translated to Sex on a stick.

"Oh please. Like we can trust you. How do we know that you are not some pervert trying to get him into his hotel room so that you can take advantage of him" Santana butted in before Blaine could say anything. "Yeah you are on loud speak and I suggest you answer me with a answer that will satisfy what I want to hear from you. I want to know something about Sebastian that only a friend would know."

Tony rolled his yes. He really had to think of something. But what? He didn't know how much of his past Sebastian had told these guys, what if he just trailed on a huge line of things and hoped that they recognised one of them. "Fine, fair point. He used to play Lacrosse and once he got mad at me and crushed my balls with his lacrosse stick and left my dick looking like a paint by numbers. That any good?"

"Yeah, he said that. Just answer me one thing, just to confirm something."

"Anything, but can you hurry up. He's about to... be sick in my lap. Never mind already done that."

"What does he drink with his coffee?"Maybe he was risking to much. Yet the last thing he wanted was for Sebastian to get into the wrong hands.

"One shot of Courvoiser, and a small splash of milk but mainly black."

"I think he said that he was staying at the hotel at the Airport. Can I talk to him? Please"

"Thanks and don't worry. I will make sure he gets there okay. Thank you, by the way. For looking after him in America." Tony replied. He was just glad that he at least seemed to have Blaine's trust. He knew how hard it must be for Blaine to actually trust a guy that he hadn't ever met and who just claimed to know his boyfriend, he knew that he would be the same. "Sebastian? Talk to Blaine will you and get up, come on I am taking you back to you room?"

Sebastian just groaned and took the phone from Tony. "Hey, what you calling for? I love you, you know that right? I think I am going to be sick again. Can I talk to you later?"

Blaine smiled slightly and laughed. "Just checking up on you. I love you too. You take care and please don't hurt yourself. Call me when you feel better. " Blaine answered. Hanging up. He couldn't help worrying about him. He knew that he would worry until he knew for a fact that Sebastian was perfectly fine. Yet there wasn't really anything he could do about that. As a yawn escaped his lips he started to wonder if maybe he should try and get some sleep, that was if he could let his mind rest for long enough.

"Will you stop worrying. Sebastian will be fine. Leave your phone with me and go and have shower. I will come and get you if it rings" Santana insisted. She wasn't about to take no for an answer.

Sebastian and Tony, finally, stumbled through the door of Sebastian's hotel room. The last thing Tony wanted to do right now was leave Sebastian in this state. He would be comfortable enough on the floor, so that didn't bother him in the slightest. He helped Sebastian over to the bed and let him fall down upon it. He removed the shoes of his old friend and pulled the covers out from underneath him before draping them over him and sitting down on the edge of the bed. His eyes just watching him sleep. He lay back on the bed for a few moments, fully intending to move onto the floor. Yet he found himself falling asleep next to Sebastian. It was only as he felt an arm around him and breath in his face that his eyes opened and he was greeted with Sebastian's face just millimetres away from him. He couldn't really tell if he was awake or not, yet did that really matter? He still took it as his cue to move. Yet before he could do anything he felt Sebastian's hand on the back of his neck and his lips crashing up against his. Tony didn't know what to do. For a few moments he just had to kiss him back. He couldn't stop himself. If anything he was still in love with Sebastian. He probably always would be. He had never really been able to move on. Yet soon he came to his senses and pulled back. All he could think about was kissing Sebastian again, just the feeling of his tongue in his mouth had been amazing and he craved it again now more than ever before.

"Sebastian, don't You're drunk and you have a boyfriend."

"It's just kissing. Relax. I shouldn't have done that I am sorry, just couldn't stop myself. It didn't mean anything, right?" Sebastian spoke, slowly starting to fall asleep again

"Yeah well still don't just kiss me like that. Course it didn't mean anything." Tony replied to him. His eyes seemed to be fixed upon Sebastian's lips. He had to kiss him again. He just had to. How could he not? It was insane how much he wanted him right now. Yet taking such an advantage of him when he was in a state like this just wouldn't be fair. He had to leave. If he didn't he'd end up ripping his clothes off and simply devouring Sebastian's body in a long series of kisses. He knew knew that much. God how much he wanted this guy. He sat up and rubbed his eyes in order to leave and yet before he could pull himself up off the bed he felt Sebastian wrapping his arms around him and pulling him back down.

"Stay with me. I don't want you to go." Sebastian mumbled resting his head against his chest.

Tony's heart was pounding. Did Sebastian even realise what he was doing to him? He had no idea. If he did then he had to be torturing him on purpose. Was this Sebastian's way of getting him back for declaring his feelings for him and basically ruining the close friendship that they had once shared? Things had never really been the same since that day. His thoughts were suddenly cut short. He felt Sebastian's hand running down his thigh and slipping between his legs grabbing hold of him from above his trousers, which had suddenly started to feel rather tight. He couldn't deny it now. He had to be with him. It wasn't like Blaine was going to walk in and find them in bed together. Besides what if Sebastian came back to his senses and nothing much happened. All Tony knew right now as that he had to get as much out this guy as he could He was past caring about taking advantage of a guy that had drank way to much. He turned his head and pressed his lips once again against Sebastian's. His tongue instantly pushing into his mouth. He couldn't stop himself. He had been trying all night and now it just seemed like all that had been a waste.

Sebastian groaned into the kiss. This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. Every bone in his body just wanted to pull away and stop all this yet something kept him going. Probably the fact that he knew he wouldn't really remember this in the morning. Not that it was a good excuse. It wasn't.

Why was he cheating on Blaine? He had been so faithful during their relationship, even pushing away guys that he knew could have gotten with no problem. So why was he cheating now? It was wrong and he didn't want to be doing it.

Tony's fingers simply snaked underneath the waistline of Sebastian's trousers and ran along the very top of his boxers before he removed his belt and dropped it to the floor. Not wasting anymore time in trying to remove the other boys clothes, Tony, slipped his hand underneath the fabric of Sebastian's boxers and gripped a hold of his cock. He had wanted to simply just feel his flesh for as long as he had known him and to be finally in a position where he could would just heavenly. He could feel his own erection twitching in his trousers. He craved Sebastian's touch, yet asking him might just trigger something off in his head and make him push him away. Tony wasn't sure if he could deal with that right now.

Sebastian could feel his breath getting ragged. Tony's touch did feel amazing. He gasped, into the kiss, as he felt Tony's fingers slipping inside him. He felt them sliding slowly in and out and it was something that caused another groan from his lips.

Finally he managed to pull away from the kiss, perhaps it was his brain slowly sobering up that told him to do it, he couldn't be doing this. Not now and not ever. At least not as long as he was with Blaine. And he wasn't about to leave him any time soon. He loved him far to much to ever think about leaving him. He reached down and pulled Tony's hand away from his dick, that was now leaking with pre-cum.

"You should go." Sebastian said after a few moments turning away from him, he couldn't look at him anymore. Simply out of the fear that something would again start up.

"You don't mean that, Sebastian. Just one night together, this boyfriend of yours doesn't need to know. You can tell him that I slept on the floor. Won't he wonder why I left you alone when I said I would look after you for the night."

"I do mean it" Sebastian hissed, still not looking at him, his back remained turned to face him. "I mean every word or it. I want you to go. I will tell him. I will tell him everything that happened between us. I am not lying to him again. I did that once before and it nearly broke me and him up."

"You can't just push me away and ask as if nothing happened. You want it just as much as I do. Tell Blaine if you want. If he wants to break my neck for stealing his boyfriend then fine." Tony said to him leaning in and pressing a kiss to his neck, exactly upon his sweet spot.

Sebastian took a breath in, he hadn't even known Tony knew that was his sweet spot, that was if he even did. Of course it could be a total coincidence of course. He wasn't about to ask and find out. He dreaded to know what Tony knew about him. Even when they had been friends he had been rather possessive. Always trying to protect him and keep him safe. Sebastian could still see the look on his face when he had told him that he didn't love him and that to him he was nothing more than just a best friend. He had never had the heart to tell him that he was in love with someone else. Now it seemed like a good thing. After all that guy had trashed his heart and made him into the person that he was now, or at least had been until he met Blaine. That very same person that seemed to be making a little bit of a comeback now. As much as he hated it.

"I think you will find I can. Just get out! Now! Leave me alone!" Sebastian insisted, grabbing his phone from where it had been placed, upon he cabinet and staggered into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and slid to the floor. He could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks and found that he wasn't sure what to say to Blaine. He didn't really feel like talking to him. He just wanted to get this funeral over and done with first. At least afterwards it wouldn't matter how much he was cut down by the guy he loved, right? He was bound to already be in bits. Yet at the same time he had to let him know what he had done. After a few minutes he resulted to sending him a simple text 'Blaine, I can't find the words to tell you what for yet but I am sorry. I did something awful and you are probably going to hate me for it. I will call you tomorrow. I am sorry. I love you xxxx'

Not wanting to have to deal with anything that was going to be texted back, or worse still a phone call, Sebastian turned his phone off and remained where he was. He knew that he could easily spend the night in the bathroom if need be. It was just the late early hours of the morning. When he had turned off his phone it read 3am. All he had to do was wait for the sound of the alarm on his clock to go off at 8am to leave and get changed into something that didn't smell like alcohol.

A/N: Again I am really sorry for how late this chapter is. I don't get internet at my flat and at the moment I can't afford it, so I can only really update when I can get out the library, since for some reason I can't use the Starbucks internet anymore. I don't live near a hotspot, well I do but I don't know the email address to log in and can't access it because my step dad won't let me near the house. Long story cut short. I basically have internet when I am in a place that allows me to access it. Otherwise I am isolated from the world. Can't even watch TV or anything because I can't afford the electric and my Freeview box doesn't get signal and no matter what I do it still doesn't have electric. I am resulted to washing in the sink, since my shower doesn't work and I can't afford to get it fixed. So sorry but if you don't hear from me in ages it is probably because I smell to horrible to leave the house or I have done something stupid like murdered myself just to stop all the pain. I don't know if I will be able to update tis anymore. Library computers and just the most unreliable things I have ever known. Sorry.