Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, Ryan Murphy and Fox do.

Warnings: In this chapter there is extremely strong language, copious underage drinking, minor drug reference, and sexuality (hand job.) They are still most likely also out of character. Also there are most likely errors, but this is hardly a warning anymore, it's just expected (but I read through this a few times, so you never know.)

Summary: Everything was perfect, until Blaine's desires start gravitating toward Sebastian. As Kurt and Blaine drift apart, will they decide they are perfect for each other or will they discover that love comes from places they never imagined?

It had been two days since Sebastian and Blaine broke up. Two days of tearful night and blank stares. It had broken him. The person that he once knew was nothing more than a zombie, laying on the day bed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, unwashed, half drunk, and tearful. He had barely moved from that spot. There were times where Karofsky had to remind him to eat, spoon-feeding him ice cream, apple sauce, and yogurt, anything that didn't require chewing (Sebastian clearly didn't have the will or the energy), anything that he could just swallow. It was horrifying. As he looked at him laying on the day bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, it broke Karofsky's heart. He walked closer to him Sebastian not paying attention, curling up into a ball, burying his face in the day bed, breathing harshly.

"Are you hungry?" Karofsky looked around the room. The floor was covered with alcohol bottles: red wine, white wine, wine coolers, hard lemonade, beer, whiskey, Courvoisier, and bourbon strewn across the carpet.

Sebastian shook his head. "N-no…"

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten anything in hours," he moved to kneel next to his friend, catching a glimpse of swollen green eyes. "I know how much you eat, Sebastian. It's not like you to starve yourself. You can't just stop living."

Sebastian swallowed hard, reaching for the bottle of wine next to him, taking a long drink, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. "Maybe if I just lie here, it won't hurt as much. Maybe I'll wake up and I'll be someone different. Maybe this is all a bad dream."

"You've been sitting on that day bed for almost forty eight hours. You only leave to go to the bathroom. Don't you think it's time you took a shower, shaved, and got dressed?" Karofsky watched as Sebastian took another long drink of his bottle of wine. "How are you not in liver failure?"

Sebastian laughed sarcastically. "Everything else is giving up on me, why not my vital organs too?"

"That's not funny," Karofsky looked at Sebastian as he sat up drinking more from the bottle finishing it off. "Sebastian, come on… you need to go out in the world. I think Ohio is in need of your coldhearted wit…"

Sebastian sat up, putting the wine bottle on the ground, taking a deep breath. He ran his hand through his messy hair, his eyes looking over at Karofsky, a faint smile on his face. "Why are you still here? I'm a freaking mess. I smell like hell and you don't want to take advantage of me: what's your angle. You can be honest. To tell you the truth, I don't have the will to slash you down."

Karofsky smiled, moving to grasp Sebastian's hand, feeling it shake in his grasp. "Because you're all I have and I would kill Blaine if anything were to happen to you. You're my friend, but you're more than that. You're my first. You matter to me," he kissed at Sebastian's hand hearing him let out a deep breath. "I care about you. I can't leave you alone like this. Who else is going to come in here whenever you pass out and see if you're still breathing?"

Sebastian turned, his legs dangling off of the day bed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "I hurt all over."

"I know you do. After drinking that much I'm surprised you haven't killed yourself," Karofsky kissed at his cheek, feeling the stubble up against his lips. "But we have to stop the pity party. Two days is long enough. We have to start living our life again. Get up, sunshine, time to rise and shine."

Sebastian rolled his eyes as he was pulled off of the day bed. "I hate you so fucking much right now…"

"I know you do, but trust me when I say that your kidneys and liver are going to thank me at the end of the day. I think that you've abused them enough for one day," he moved to pick Sebastian up, moving toward the stairs, hearing Sebastian let out a groan of protest. "Let's go get you cleaned up and live our lives. We can go to Scandals tonight. I'll buy you a Shirley Temple with extra cherries."

Sebastian shook his head as he was carried up the stairs, rolling his eyes. "A: I don't like drinking non-alcoholic drinks at bars, I am by no means a virgin neither are my drinks and B: can you stop carrying me around? It's emasculating."

"I'll stop carrying you when you stop drinking so much," he held Sebastian closer making his way to his bedroom, setting him back on his feet, watching the Warbler stumble as he tried to get his footing. "Now how about you go take a shower and I'll be right here listening in case you pass out drunk and crack your head open, or have a seizure from alcohol poisoning…"

Sebastian scoffed pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. "Come on, I'm not that drunk."

"I know— you're tipsy. If you were drunk you would be jumping up and down on your couch singing 'I Feel Love' by Donna Summer tearing off all of your clothes, trying to get me to sleep with you," he picked the shirt up off of the ground, tossing it into the hamper watching as Sebastian pulled off his sweatpants. "Are you seriously going to get naked in front of me?"

"What? It's not like you've never seen my dick before. We've had sex, Davey… twice…" he hurled the sweatpants at Dave before moving his fingers to the waistband of his boxers, running his thumbs along the garment. "Are you going to be able to control yourself?"

Karofsky scoffed, placing the sweatpants in the hamper with the t-shirt. "You haven't showered in days, Sebastian. You smell like sweat, alcohol, and puke. I'm not going to jump your bones when you're dirty."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He was clearly already starting to feel a little better about Blaine, wither that or the fact that he hadn't had an orgasm in three days was finally catching up to him. Karofsky knew how Sebastian functioned: he ran on "booze and booty". There wasn't a day when Sebastian didn't have an orgasm. Karofsky didn't think he could survive a full day without ejaculation. He watched as Sebastian pulled down his boxers slowly, trying his hardest not to stare at him.

"You know, a few days ago you were going to fuck me on my island…" Sebastian moved closer to him. "It'll help me get over, Blaine. I can't touch myself without imagining him. I can't do anything to myself without imagining him. But you," he looked into his eyes. "You're different. You can help me…"

"We went over this, sex isn't going to help," Karofsky backed away. "You think it is, but I know it isn't."

Sebastian shook his head looking at the ground. "Nothing else is working. The alcohol works until I wake up. I've taken all kinds of pills to make myself feel better. I don't want to go to anonymous sex, that'll make me feel worse. If I don't know them, my mind will go to Blaine. I know sex will work. I want it with someone I know, with someone who cares about me, someone who will be there after we're done, someone who will hold me in his arms and look me in the eyes and tell me that even though I'm a mess that I'm still…"

Karofsky took a deep breath. "That you're still you…"

Sebastian pulled his boxers back up and sat on the bed. "I don't feel like me anymore. I feel… I'm so embarrassed. Look at me… I'm begging you for sex. I'm begging for sex. It used to just come to me. Everything used to come to me. Now I'm begging you for sex."

He hated seeing Sebastian like this: so weak, so fragile. When used to look at him he saw power, he saw superiority— nothing ever tore him down. He bottled it all up. He was a pressure cooker, and suddenly the cap had blown off and everything came bursting out. Sitting down next to Sebastian, he pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"We don't have to have sex," Karofsky whispered in his ear. "We don't have to do anything that will hurt you. I don't want to screw up the last thing you have. You're too important to me to lose. The last thing I want is for us to fall apart," he pressed a kiss to his forehead. "How about you go take a shower, shave, and we can talk about how we're going to make you happy again?"

Sebastian shuddered as he inhaled sharply. "Okay… you'll be out here, right?"

"I'll be right here," Karofsky looked into his eyes.

He watched as Sebastian walked to the bathroom, looking back at him. Karofsky wanted to kill Blaine. After seeing tears for days, watching Sebastian drown himself in alcohol and pills, desperately wanting to feel like he was a human again, Karofsky wanted to strangle the life out of Blaine. Blaine didn't care about who he stepped on. He pretended to be a nice guy, someone you could lean on, but in the end he was going to tear down people who cared about him. He had done it to Kurt. He had done it to Sebastian. He wasn't going to do it again.

Looking toward the nightstand, he saw Sebastian's phone, he grabbed it and started going through it. Karofsky looked at all of the texts, all of the moments that Blaine and Sebastian had shared. It was more that sex. It had to be more than that. Sebastian never cried like that after being cut off from sex, and Blaine would never cheat on Kurt if it was just physical (not as long as this had gone on.) It was deeper, so much deeper than Kurt would ever know, but still he forced them to break up. It was all because of Kurt. Karofsky wasn't that dumb. He knew Kurt had a hand in this. Kurt had injected Blaine with poison toward Sebastian, painting him as a slut, painting him as this perfect man that no one could resist who played with people's hearts. Sebastian was resistible, hell to Blaine he was disposable. Sebastian would never ask for help, he was too proud for that. It was time that he started giving back to the person who helped him through one of the most difficult times of his life. He had to confront the one person who had made all of this happen, the one who made the choice to start this. There was no other way.

OOOOO

Blaine looked through his phone at every single text that Sebastian had ever sent him since Opening Night of West Side Story. He dumped him, he had severed all ties with Sebastian, but he couldn't bring himself to delete his texts. He couldn't bring himself to erase him from his memory. Looking around the room he remembered their first night together, their first intimate moment. Closing his eyes, he remembered the way Sebastian's weight felt on top of him, the taste of his lips, the sensation of his breath against his skin. That was one week ago. He closed his eyes tighter as he thought that it was going to last forever, that he was finally going to be free from the monster he had become and be who he was supposed to be. He was so fucking weak.

He put his phone away as he heard Kurt walk into the room, moving to sit on the end of the bed. "Are you feeling okay? You've been distant lately…"

Blaine looked up at Kurt with a smile. "I'm fine…"

"You don't look fine," Kurt trying to be supportive, he didn't know that Blaine's heart was breaking "Your mom said that you were up here listening to Taylor Swift music. Why all the sad music all of a sudden?"

Kurt didn't know what was going on, he didn't know what Blaine had done. He didn't know that only two days ago Blaine watched someone that he cared for, someone who meant the world to him, someone that he could see himself loving forever, breakdown and beg him to come back to him, and he was too weak to do it. The sound of Sebastian crying, the look on his face, the way that he was pleading with him, it was all Blaine could see, all of the good memories between him and Sebastian were torn apart, leaving only the tears. That was the first image that came to mind when he tried to remember Sebastian, crying and angry, his whole body shaking, his voice ragged, more vulnerable than he had ever heard anyone in his life. No matter how he wanted to all to go away, and just see his smile again, the last words he ever heard him saw echoing in his ears: "I hate you… I hate you… I hate you!" He closed his eyes as he wished he could go back and stop himself from doing that.

"I'm just trying to get over our fight," he looked at Kurt. He loved him. He loved him. He kept trying to tell himself that he loved him, but in the last two days every time he hugged him, every time he kissed him, every time he looked into his eyes all he saw was Sebastian.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sorry about that."

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes and took a deep breath. "Tell me you love me…"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"

"Just tell me you love me…" he wanted to hear those words. Thinking back on that day, he craved to hear Sebastian say that he loved him, that he was worth more than just his sex toy, he wanted to hear his voice say those words. He looked at Kurt and wanted to hear the words Sebastian couldn't say.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt smiled kissing at Blaine's cheek. "I know we've been having a hard time lately. Sebastian has really messed us up. I mean I never thought that someone could do that much damage. That guy has some serious issues."

Blaine closed his eyes as he thought about Sebastian crying again, reaching up to him, begging him not to go. "You have no idea…"

Kurt backed away. "Haven't seen him around lately, I wonder if he finally took a hint."

Blaine wanted to say so much at that moment. He wanted to tell Kurt the truth. He wanted to tell him all about what had happened with Sebastian, how it was more than physical fling, it was so much deeper. The moments that he shared with Sebastian, those magical five days, they were always going to be with him, always going to haunt him in his dreams. He opened his mouth to speak when he heard his phone ring. He looked down at the number, it was Sebastian. Looking up at Kurt, he answered the phone.

"Hello," Blaine stood up and walked out of the room, speeding down the stairs. "I know you're pissed at me, but that doesn't mean you can call me whenever you want. You have to text me first or Kurt will get suspicious."

He got a response he was not expecting. "This isn't Sebastian… were you really expecting him to talk to you after that scene at Dalton? He's been in exile ever since."

Blaine recognized that voice, his heart stopping in his chest. "Karofsky? What the hell? What did you do to Sebastian?"

"He's in the shower," Karofsky's voice was low, almost angry. "Can you meet me at the Lima Bean in an hour? I need to discuss something with you. It's important that you come alone."

Blaine took a deep breath. "Why do you have Sebastian's phone?"

"Are you going to show or not?" Karofsky was getting short with him.

"Is Sebastian going to be there?" Blaine closed his eyes. He needed to know that Sebastian was okay. Dave Karofsky was trouble. How did he get his phone?

"Unlike you, I'm not going to blindside him. He's going to stay at home, curled up on the day bed, eating ice cream and watching Gossip Girl DVDs," Blaine's hand tightened on his phone as he heard the venom in Karofsky's voice, his heart racing in his chest. "He's not involved in this, so don't bring him into it. I think you've done enough to him. Just meet me for coffee and we'll talk."

"But…" Karofsky hung up before Blaine could answer. He hung up his phone and took a deep breath, letting out a low groan. This day was about to get even worse than the last two days combined. Today he was going to confront the last person he ever wanted to talk to: Dave Karofsky.

OOOOO

Karofsky walked down the stairs. He had done it. He had sent the plan into motion. Vengeance, that's what he wanted. After two days of watching Sebastian at his worst, he needed blood to make this better. He needed to see Blaine cry. He needed to see Blaine fall apart. He needed to see Blaine feel everything that Sebastian felt. As he walked toward the door, he turned to walk toward the sitting room, seeing Sebastian laying on the day bed, glass of red wine in his hand. He had already started drinking again.

"I'm going out…" Karofsky watched as Sebastian chugged the glass of wine, swallowing it down in two large gulps. "Do you need anything?"

Sebastian looked up at him, raising his empty wine glass. "Pick up some more wine for me. My buzz is starting to wear off."

Karofsky walked closer to him. "You shouldn't drink so much."

"Thanks Mom, now how about you stop being a bitch and go get me some more wine," Sebastian put the glass on the ground before rolling onto his stomach, burying his face in the daybed. "I want to find Blaine Anderson and gouge his eyes out…"

"You're coming back. That's the first violent thing you've wanted to do to someone other than me in forty-eight hours," he knelt next to Sebastian, placing his hand on his shoulder. Damn was he tense. "But I think you need to stay out of jail. I don't have bail money."

The Warbler rolled onto his back. "I've just been doing it in my head. Last night I dreamed of decapitating Kurt and hanging his gay face over my bed so I can rub in his hideous face that I'm having more sex than he ever would… with his boyfriend…"

Karofsky looked at Sebastian; there was a change of heart. Earlier he was a lot more depressed, now he was vicious. "You think you can get Blaine back?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Didn't you tell me I should have goals?"

"Not goals that lead to illegal activities, like I said: I don't have bail money, if you go to juvie, it's all you, sunshine," Sebastian playfully pushed at him with a scoff. "Seriously though…" the next question he asked burned as he asked it. "Do you think you can get Blaine back?"

There was a pause, Sebastian shrugging his shoulders. "I love him… and I love him so much that I need him by my side, but as of right now I can't look at him when Ernie is next to me, taunting me that he has a house full of elves that make him cookies at his command and I have to pay for them."

Karofsky shook his head. "Another Keebler Elf joke, really?"

"I've got a whole notebook full of insults directed toward Kurt. I just open up to a random page before I got out for coffee and then I pick one to hurl at his gay, crooked face," he took a deep breath. "Honestly, I just want to feel like I'm something again… Blaine makes me feel something… I don't want to be numb from the waist up anymore."

Karofsky moved to stroke Sebastian's face, feeling him kiss up against his palm. "You don't have to worry about anything. It's all going to sort itself out. Don't you worry your pretty little head, sunshine. Everything's going to be okay."

He stood up to walk toward the door, hearing Sebastian call out to him. "Pick up wine on the way back. I'm starting to get hungry and if you don't hurry I'm going to start drinking hairspray."

As he walked out the door, he knew that there was one thing he had to do. No matter what, no matter how much blood was shed, he needed to make Sebastian smile again. It was all he wanted. He walked toward his car, looking back at the house as his phone vibrated with a text from the Devil himself.

"Don't get white zinfandel, I intend on keeping my testicles thank you very much. Besides, I think you'd miss them too! ;D "

He didn't want to lose the moments like these, the moments where he and Sebastian would joke around with one another, where they would torment each other until they either got pissed or wound up snuggling in a hotel room trying to get away from the cruel world that was around them. With a sigh, he put his phone away; this was going to be the confrontation of a lifetime.

OOOOO

Blaine walked into the coffee shop. This was the first time that he had been here without Kurt or Sebastian in a long time. It was the first time he had been there in two days, since he had severed ties with Sebastian, there were too many memories there. Everything had to many memories: his whole house was laced with moments with Sebastian, everything that he once was, everything that he wanted to be. He walked in and looked around, seeing Karofsky sitting at a table, looking straight at him. Every step felt like a mile, every minute felt like a decade as he moved closer to him, sitting down, looking him in the eye.

"You showed," Karofsky took a sip of coffee. "I thought you were going to skip out."

Blaine took a deep breath. He had to get this over with. "You wanted to talk about Sebastian?"

Karofsky took another sip followed by a condescending laugh. "I do actually," his eyes burned with poison as their eyes met in a deep, cold stare. "I want you to tell me what the hell you're doing and who the hell you think you are?"

Blaine had so much rage toward this guy. The first moment that they met, they didn't get off on the right foot. He wound up getting shoved into a wall, probably would have gotten the shit kicked out of him if Kurt didn't intervene. He looked at Karofsky. He had all the answers. This person, the only person who he could never forgive for what he had done, was the only person who had information on Sebastian. He was the only one who had talked to him in two days. With a deep breath, Blaine decided to play his game.

"Is this about me dumping, Sebastian?" Blaine took another deep breath. "I had to be done."

"Did it?" Karofsky was still condescending, he thought he knew everything. "Tell me why it had to be done, and I don't want to hear any bullshit."

Blaine responded quickly. "Because I love someone else… because I owe someone else. He loves me, he was good to me, he has opened my eyes, and I owe it to him to stay with him. I love Kurt…"

Karofsky then asked a single question, his hand wrapped tightly around the coffee cup. "Do you love Sebastian?"

His heart stopped. He always imagined that this answer would be easier to say: yes or no. He couldn't come up with the words. All he could think about was every moment he had shared with Sebastian from meeting him for the first time to the moment where they parted ways. He remembered the laughs, the smiles, the passion—he remembered everything. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought back to those moments. Everything was sacred back then. The sound of his voice, his smile, the way his body felt so close to his. Thinking back to Friday night, the first day that he kissed him, Blaine knew that the answer was easy.

He took a deep breath, shaking his head, his whole body shaking as he struggled to find his voice. "I love him," he watched Karofsky freeze, almost as if he stopped breathing. "I love him, is that what you want to hear? I love him so much that it literally burns when I'm not around him. I feel like I'm chained to him, but now as I pull the chain, there's nothing there… because I was too weak to hold onto him," he swallowed hard thinking back to those sweet fleeting moments. "I love him… but I was too weak to be with him. I'm too weak for him…"

Karofsky shook his head. "You used him… let's be honest."

"No!" Blaine's voice was little too loud. "It wasn't like that. I know people use him and he uses people, but it wasn't like that for me. I wanted to be with him… I still want to be with him, but I owe Kurt… I can't lose him now…" he knew it was cruel, but he didn't know what else to say. "Kurt is going to New York next year, and I'm going to be here… I want Sebastian to wait for me."

Karofsky scoffed again. Blaine wanted to reach over the table and strangle the life out of him. This person had the nerve to try to tell Blaine what to do, to tell him how to treat people. He didn't know anything. He didn't know how Blaine and Sebastian kissed. He didn't know how they spoke. He didn't know how they felt. Opening his mouth, Blaine started to get cruel.

"He couldn't even tell me he loves me. I can't trade love for that," he shook his head as he continued to speak. "I love him but…"

"He loves you, asshole," Blaine froze at those words. "He loves you more than anything. Do you know what he's been doing for the past two days? Drinking and crying," Karofsky pressed his hand to the table. "He would just lay there all day asking what he did wrong and why you did that to him."

Blaine's heart broke at those words. "I-I thought he would take it better…"

"He's not a robot, Blaine. He has feelings, granted most of them are homicidal or hedonistic, but he does have feelings. Sebastian is more vulnerable than you know, why the hell do you think he acts the way he does? It's because it's all he knows how to do. He takes his emotions and he pushed them deep inside of him, he's going to give himself cancer," he looked away. Blaine knew that Karofsky couldn't look at him. He knew that it disgusted him, that someone could treat a person who loved them so dearly so horribly. "So that's not it. Sure he can't say he loves you, but did you ever think that maybe he's never said it to anyone but his parents before? He's scared, terrified to be exact."

Blaine shook his head, trying his hardest to understand this situation. For the first time in two days, he felt sick, like he was going to vomit. "Why are telling me this?"

Karofsky took another sip of coffee. "Because this is your chance to tell me that you used him. That he wasn't anything to you… that you don't care about him… that you never cared about him…"

Blaine lost control, slamming his hands onto the table, his voice a little too loud for a public setting. "Don't you dare say I don't care about him! You think you know everything, you don't! It was real to me! It was real! So don't sit there and try to rewrite history like you were there!" He took a deep breath, watching Karofsky look away with a sarcastic scoff, people periodically looking over at them to see what the ruckus was. "I'm scared too… I'm scared of him… I'm scared that I'm not good enough for him… I'm scared that I'm going to screw up the best thing that has ever happened to me. Look at him, he's the most beautiful person I've met and he came to me… he wanted me… he did everything to get to me… I wanted to do everything I did with him… because I fell in love with him. I look at Sebastian and I feel things I've never felt with Kurt. And now you're sitting there telling me it was nothing… you don't know anything, Karofsky, stop pretending you do."

They looked into each other's eyes, Blaine trying desperately to find what Karofsky's angle was in all of this, why he cared so much about Sebastian, why he couldn't just let it die regularly, why he couldn't leave them alone. He looked deeper into his eyes as he thought he saw a glimpse of what it was about. His heart stopped at it all made sense.

"Oh my God," Blaine shook his head, sitting back in his chair, smiling condescendingly. "You care about Sebastian," he laughed as he shook his head more. "Or is it that you want Kurt so badly that you want me out of the way? Let me be clear about something," he leaned forward, his voice low. "I need Kurt right now… I'm good enough for him… you're not… and if you're not good enough for Kurt you are definitely not even close to good enough for Sebastian… not even close…"

Just like that in an instant, he felt a warm splash on his face. Coffee, Karofsky had thrown coffee in his face, hot coffee. He let out a strangled cry as he wiped the coffee away from his eyes, looking through blurry vision at Karofsky who was smiling at him, putting the cup back on the table with a vicious laugh.

"I'm so sorry about that," he stood up looking down at Blaine. "Now let me be perfectly clear about something, glitter tux: if you come near Sebastian, it won't be coffee in your face next time, it'll be my fist. Stay away from him…"

Blaine watched as Karofsky walked away from the table, wiping the coffee out of his eyes, just when he thought that it couldn't get any worse, that this day was officially the worst day of the last week, he got a text from Sebastian. His heart fluttered as he thought that everything was going to go away, that everything was going to be perfect, his body shook as he read the text.

"I hope you keep an eye on Kurt for the next few days, God forbid something happen to that hideous, misshapen gay face of his. I've been craving cookies lately. Talk to you later, killer. Stay gorgeous. ;)"

It was then when he realized that without him constantly showering Sebastian with positive reinforcement the war had started. World War Three had started: Karofsky vs. Blaine, Sebastian vs. Kurt, Kurt vs. Blaine, and Sebastian vs. Blaine. He wiped the coffee off of his face as he realized one thing: Hell had come to earth and Sebastian was leading the charge.

OOOOO

Karofsky walked back into the house, closing the door behind him. That was disaster. His conversation with Blaine was everything that didn't want it to be. Seeing his face, seeing the look in his eyes, it showed that Blaine did care, he cared, but he was too scared to do anything about it. Sebastian was more to Blaine than either of them would ever understand. That made it all the worse. He wished that he could have heard Blaine confess that he used Sebastian, that it was a game to him. All he saw were the tears in Blaine's eyes, all he heard was the gravel in his voice as he tried to defend that he cared about Sebastian, that he loved him, but didn't love him enough to fight for him. Karofsky let out a deep breath as he made his way to the stairs, seeing Sebastian sitting on the staircase.

"I got you some more wine," he set the bottle on the bottom of the staircase. "All they had was white wine, but I didn't think that you would mind too much. I'll get you some more red tomorrow. I know that's your favorite…"

"You went to talk to him, didn't you?" Sebastian's voice was shaking as he looked down at Karofsky. He had been crying again, yet another mood shift. He couldn't put up the tough act anymore, he didn't have the energy. "You saw Blaine, didn't you?"

Karofsky swallowed hard as he walked up the steps. "Sebastian…"

"What did he say?" Green eyes were fixated on the ground. "Did you hurt him?"

"No," Karofsky moved to the step Sebastian was on, sitting next to him. "I wanted to, but I couldn't. I wanted to defend your honor. I did however throw coffee in his face."

Sebastian took a deep breath, swallowing audibly on a hiccup. "You don't need to defend me. I can take care of myself. I can fight my own battles."

Enough was enough, there was only so much of this Karofsky could take. "Can you stop being so damn independent. I know you need help. I've spoon-fed you, I've tucked you in for the past two nights, I've wiped away your tears, I've done everything for you in the past two days except for wiping your ass. I'm sorry that I took the initiative to confront Blaine and tell him how much of a wreck you've been."

Sebastian was speechless, his eyes falling to the ground as more tears welled up in his eyes. He knew what this was. The past few days, all of the tears could be attributed to so much: Sebastian's parents abandoning him, Blaine breaking up with him, the copious amounts of alcohol, and the fact that it was like he needed someone, like he was dependent on them.

"When I look at you, Sebastian, I want to see the same person who used me at the bar. I want to see that guy grow into the same person who called me up a week later for drinks, who spent countless nights in hotel rooms getting drunk with me, who showed me that it does get better, who showed me that being gay isn't a death sentence," he watched as Sebastian looked into his eyes. "I want to see the guy who drove me insane that one night, who I vowed I would never talk to again, the one who forced me to come back to him. I want to see the Sebastian that I love…" Sebastian's eyes lit up with anxiety as he shook his head, not wanting to hear the very three words that had torn his whole world apart. "I love you, Sebastian, and I don't know what I'd do without you…"

Sebastian looked away. "Davey… I…"

Karofsky moved to stroke Sebastian's cheek hearing him let out a deep breath. "For right now, I want you to forget about Blaine… and I want to forget about Kurt… I want us to forget everything that's been cutting us down and just realize that we're here… we're still alive…"

He moved to kiss at his lips. The words that Blaine said, everything Blaine had ever done to them; it was enough to make Karofsky look at Sebastian for comfort, for reassurance, for the will to go on in a crazy world. Sebastian kissed back, pressing a hand to the older boy's cheek, letting out a small moan, his body moving closer. Never had Sebastian seemed so powerless, so weak, so vulnerable when they kissed. Pulling him closer, he pressed a hand to the small of the Warbler's back, hearing him let out a deep breath, swallowing a moan. Pulling him closer still, everything disappeared. There was no more pain, only this.

Slowly, he lifted Sebastian onto his lap before standing up, carrying him up the stairs still kissing at his lips, pressing his body to the wall of the hallway, kissing at his neck. Sebastian was shaking, shuddering under his touch, his legs tightening around Karofsky's waist, his hands pressed firmly to his shoulders, small breaths, shaky moans leaving his lips. Their lips met again, Karofsky moving to the wall across from them, hearing Sebastian yelp as he was pushed against the hard surface. They kissed deeper, Sebastian's body trembling, his hands shaking.

"Dave…" Sebastian's voice was quiet, deep in his throat as he kissed at Karofsky's nose. "Dave…"

Their lips met again. Karofsky moved to the door of Sebastian's bedroom, moving through the threshold, pressing Sebastian to his bedroom wall, running kisses down his neck. He felt the Warbler's pulse against his lips, getting lost in the hurried pace of his heart, the ragged sounds of his breathing as he moaned deep in his throat. Kissing deeper at his neck, he felt Sebastian's hand move to the back of his head.

"I want you…" Sebastian's voice was soft, a small whisper barely audible over the sound of his breathing. "Dave… please…"

They moved to the bed, lying on their sides, facing each other, Karofsky's hand on Sebastian's cheek as he moved to kiss at his lips, his hand sliding down his body to rest on the small of his back, pulling him closer. After everything that they had been through—the games and the blackmail—Karofsky couldn't believe he was doing this. Yet at the same time, he felt secure, safe, like for once in his life Sebastian wasn't going to hurt him, that nothing could hurt him. He kissed at Sebastian's forehead, his hands moving to pull the Warbler's t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground.

As he kissed at Sebastian's collarbones, feeling him tremble at the sensation, Karofsky heard him say one statement: "I have condoms…"

"No," Karofsky whispered, kissing at Sebastian's pulse point, his muscles tightening. "We don't need a condom… because I'm not going to be making love to you. Right now, I just want to feel you…" his hand moved to the button of Sebastian's jeans. "I want to touch you…"

Their eyes met before the moved closer, running their noses together. "Dave…"

"I want to make you feel incredible…" Sebastian swallowed hard as his pants were undone, Karofsky unzipping them. "Just you… I don't want you to think I'm using you…" he pulled Sebastian's pants down, taking his boxers with them, freeing his hardening erection. "I'm getting no physical pleasure out of this… just the satisfaction of knowing that I was with you…" Sebastian took a deep breath, his eyes glazed with lust and anticipation. "I want to make it all go away… the pain in your heart… I'm going to make it go away, Sebastian…"

Sebastian answered Karofsky's question before he even had the chance to ask it. "I have lube in the drawer… pick which one you want to use…"

Karofsky moved from Sebastian's body, watching through peripheral vision as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling seductively with every inhalation and exhalation, his head turning as he leaned deeper into the pillow, his green eyes sparkling in the dim light from the hallway cascading into the bedroom. Looking back in the drawer, he pulled out a bottle of lubricant, opening it, squeezing it into his hand as he moved back onto the bed, looking into Sebastian's eyes.

Their lips met in a deep kiss, Sebastian sitting up, moving off of the bed, wrapping his arms around Karofsky's shoulders. They separated looking into each other's eyes. He didn't say it. Sebastian couldn't say it, but Karofsky knew that he felt it. There was love between them, not romantic love. This was not a fairytale, this was not a romantic comedy, they were not going to gallop off into the delusional sunset together riding on a magical glittery unicorn via the rainbow bridge. The love that they shared was deeper than that. Even through the violent fights and the heart wrenching betrayals, they still gravitated to each other. They loved each other's souls, not bodies, not hearts—they loved each other just for being them. He kissed at Sebastian's neck, pushing him back to the bed.

"Davey…" Sebastian swallowed hard, painfully, his lips trembling as he closed his eyes, turning away. "Davey…"

He rested his left hand on Sebastian's chest, moving his lubricant moist hand to Sebastian's erection, feeling his heart race as he let out a moan, fingers against him. Sebastian's heart raced as Karofsky moved his hand up and down his length once, feeling the Warbler shudder under his touch. He repeated the motion, Sebastian throwing his head back, swallowing on a moan. He increased the speed; Sebastian rolling his hips into his grip, his mouth hung open on deep breaths. He kissed as his neck, hand still to the younger boy's chest, feelings his heart race, the beats reverberating through his body. He could feel the life in his body; see his soul in his eyes. As Karofsky squeezed gently at Sebastian's erection, he kissed at his cheek, hearing him let out a small whimper.

"I can feel your heart beating, Sebastian… I can feel you…" Karofsky kissed at him again. "I love you… I love you and I'm still here for you… I'm not going anywhere…"

Sebastian moved his left hand to press against Karofsky's on his chest their fingers lacing together, their eyes meeting in a deep glance. They speed increased, Sebastian's body shuddering as they kissed again, bucking into the movements of Karofsky's hand, his right and on Karofsky's back, pulling at his shirt. It took all that Karofsky had to not push to far, not push Sebastian to the edge, not to make love to him. The way Sebastian was responding: the moans, the movements, the seduction in his eyes— it was too much to take. The urges got stronger as he kissed at his lips, Sebastian's hand on his back, pushing against him.

"Sebastian," he could feel the pulsations getting closer, his heart racing, his lips trembling. He moved his hand to the tip, running his fingers along him, teasing him, Sebastian letting out a small shriek as he arched off of the bed. He ran his finger down, Sebastian's eyes closed tightly, his toes curling, grasping at the sheets. "Sebastian…"

Wrapping his hand around Sebastian's erection again, he pushed the Warbler deeper into the bed, increasing the speed and the force. The pulsations, the moans, the fingers laced with his, it was all too much, too intense. Looking at Sebastian's face in the dim lighting on the room, he watched as his mouth was hung open on deep breaths, a small blush rolling across his face. He was close. Karofsky kissed at his cheek, the hand on his back moving to the pillows, grasping a fistful. His heart was racing, pounding in his chest at an inhuman pace.

"Dave…" Sebastian's whole body tightened as he let out a deep moan.

At that moment he came, hard. Karofsky felt Sebastian's heart skip a beat, his body shaking, a deep moan, sounding almost painful, passed his lips. As it ended, Sebastian fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily, eyes half closed, his limbs shaking slightly from exhaustion and euphoria. Karofsky moved his hand away, semen laced on his fingers. He brought a finger to Sebastian's mouth, watching as he licked it clean, his eyes closed as he swallowed the taste, letting out a deep breath. Karofsky moved his finger to his own mouth, sucking the semen off, Sebastian's eyes lighting up as he watched him suck and lick, tasting him.

Sebastian then said one thing that Karofsky never thought that he'd ever hear. "I love you too, Dave…"

Those three words. Those words that he was too scared to tell Blaine had just passed his lips. He didn't know if it was the orgasm talking or if it was Sebastian finally letting down a few walls. Moving closer to him, kissing at his lips, he didn't ask questions. He just wrapped his arms around him, resting on his shoulder, hearing his breathing start to calm, listening as his heart started to slow.

Tomorrow was another day, another day for the two of them to constantly get cut down, for the two of them to struggle to survive in a world that hated them. For once in his life, Dave Karofsky wished his life could be like this moment forever. To throw away all of their feelings for people who would never care as much as they did, to throw away the lives that they were living, and be like this forever. The last place that Dave Karofsky thought he would ever want to be in was in a bed with Sebastian Smythe. He wished tomorrow didn't have to come.

This chapter was a little bit more lighthearted, still dark (it'll be dark for the next for chapters), but there were glimmer of lights here and there. And before everyobody starts thinking that Sebastian and Karofsky are going to run off and live happily ever after just like that, I'm going to tell you that there are different kinds of love (their love will be highlighted in the next few chapters and will continue to be expanded on until the end of the story... which is a long time away since I don't know how to end it yet.)

There will also be more drink throwing (love drink throwing, it makes you feel SO good.)

The next chapter, Blaine tries a little too aggressively to keep Kurt close to him while Karofsky and Sebastian team up and start formulating plans (yes, Karofsky has found himself another Lady Macbeth). Other drama will ensue.

I also want to thank everyone who has been reading my tumblr, it means a lot to me. You can still check it out, on this account I will tell when I'm posting new chapters, stories, and other progress (if you're curious). The address is on my profile, feel free to visit if you have any curiosity as to my posting schedule.

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