A/N: Hey! Hope you all had a good Christmas! This chapter was kinda hard to write because what happens at the beginning was originally meant to be at the end of the last chapter, but I really liked how the last chapter ended so this happened instead :P Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10

Sebastian was sat alone in the room full of sleeping warblers, staring down at the phone in his lap. They'd all crowded into Nick's needlessly large bedroom, passed out in various positions that Sebastian would find amusing if it hadn't been for recent events. He moved his gaze over to Blaine, watching him sound asleep and none the wiser to what Sebastian recently had to endure. Just a few hours ago, he and Blaine had been the last ones awake, having tended to giving a pillow and a blanket to each of the passed out boys after much convincing from Blaine. Afterwards, they had stayed up for ages, talking in hushed voices about nothing in particular but Sebastian felt incredibly close to Blaine. It really had been their day, and as they lay down to finally get some sleep, Sebastian found himself recalling little things and was unable to stop smiling.

Until the phone rang.

Half asleep, Sebastian hadn't thought twice about reaching over and answering the phone. It hadn't occurred to him that the phone was slightly bigger, that it wasn't answering the call at first because he was doing it wrong… Perhaps if he'd paid attention to the caller i.d, he'd at least have stopped to think. But he didn't. And so, eyes still closed and phone to his ear, there was no bracing him for what he was about to be hearing.

It was muffled noise, at first. Sebastian knew straight away it was just a pocket dial, and was ready to hang up - until he heard a breathy "oh" from the other end of the phone. Finally, he sat up, a frown crumpling his expression that had been so peaceful before. The person moaned again, but other than that the only clear sounds were two people heavily breathing and moving together. Sebastian would've found it amusing, but there was something queasily familiar about the voice he'd heard, and he couldn't quite wrap his head around it until another, deeper voice whimpered out the only name he didn't want to hear –

"Kurt."

The colour drained from his face, so shocked he had to physically slap a hand over his mouth which was now hanging open. He carried on listening, needing to hear that he was wrong about this – that this wasn't some kind of audio proof of what he'd been suspecting all along. His eyes were wide in terror, not able to look at Blaine knowing he was sound asleep and happy while his boyfriend was cheating on him. He felt sick. Sure, he'd been that other guy a few times that made someone cheat on their boyfriend, but this was different. So much different. This was the guy Blaine loved. But now, this was also the guy moaning a different name that certainly wasn't his boyfriend's.

Hearing the unmistakable noise of an orgasm, Sebastian shut off the phone – and what made it worse was that Kurt had dialled Blaine's phone by accident, not his - throwing it down and not touching it, like an insect that you weren't sure was poisonous. There, he sat for what felt like hours, hand over his mouth and eyes barely leaving the object that was terrorising his mind. He didn't know what to do. He felt like Blaine should know – he deserved to know – but what evidence did he have to tell him with? This would devastate someone like Blaine. He'd seen it before, the effect this had – how it tore couples apart, but not just the two from each other. It tore them up, too, and he didn't think he could stand seeing Blaine like that. He deserved so much better.

His eyes shifted to the sleeping boy, and he sighed sadly. He'd heard how people could be a whole other kind of beautiful while they slept, but he'd never seen it until now. Even in the dim light, he could make out Blaine's thick, long eyelashes, delicately shutting out the rest of the world while he dreamed whatever it was that Blaine Anderson dreamt of. Sebastian found himself wondering, as he continued to drink in the sight of the sleeping boy. In one way, he felt intrusive – but he also felt weirdly protective of Blaine, never again wanting to see tears caught in those ridiculously long eyelashes. He had to accept it, now. He'd done something he never thought he'd do, never even dreamt of doing – he'd let Blaine in. He trusted him, and greatly wanted to gain the other boy's trust in return. He wanted to protect him, and smile with him, and know that he was the reason for the smile on his face. He knew, because looking at him so peaceful and ignorant in sleep caused a physical pain in his chest, and his hand was curled lightly over his heart before he could stop himself. There was a voice in his head screaming at him recoil, to push away the thoughts and the emotions and step out while he still could. But just this once, Sebastian blocked it out. He reached out a hand and let one finger caress the side of Blaine's face, swallowing in attempt to dull the feeling in his chest.

"This is gonna sound stupid," he whispered, speaking in French just in case he was overheard. "I think maybe I'm tired, but… Don't do anything that'll mean I have to push you away, okay? It's just, now that you're here… I don't want to have to let you go."

He sighed, too lost in his own head to think about how ridiculous he would look if he saw himself right then. This also caused him to miss Jeff's head pop up from the edge of Nick's bed, his eyes squinting into the darkness and feeling the pillow beneath him with confusion before spotting Sebastian. He sat up more, having to gently rearrange David's arms which were awkwardly swung over his torso and trapping him where he lay, but eventually he was free. He just watched him for a moment, his head too sluggish to make sense of anything, but it didn't last too long.

"Sebastian?" he murmured, his voice coming out abnormally deep. The boy in question whipped round, his hand withdrawing from Blaine's face as though he'd received a shock.

"Jeff?" he whispered back, folding his arms as he wondered how long Jeff had been awake for. After a moment of hesitation, Jeff crawled off the bed, cautiously making his way over to where Sebastian was whilst tactically avoiding the scattered Warblers.

"What are you doing up?" Jeff asked. Sebastian couldn't help but notice how his eyes were fixed more or less on the floor, his voice different and his hands tense.

"I… My cell went off," he replied, swallowing as he looked at Blaine's phone in his lap. "Just a pocket dial."

"When I saw you just now, Seb, you were on Blaine's face, not your cell."

Sebastian frowned slightly, stuttering over words to save him but finding the excuse just getting lost in the air. Jeff spoke up again, and Sebastian tried to ignore how eerie it was beginning to feel with Jeff still not looking at him.

"We made a bet, me and Nick. That you two would kiss."

"Of course you did," Sebastian smirked, but there was no humour in Jeff's face. "Who won?"

"Nick," Jeff murmured. "But I guess he has to be speaking to me in order to get his winnings."

Sebastian's smile faded, a bubble of guilt suddenly growing in his chest. "Jeff-"

"Why'd you do it?" he asked, finally raising his head to look at Sebastian, who could see the venom in his eyes even in the dark. The frustration was evident in his tone without having to raise his voice at all. "I know you were dared to, but… You're Sebastian. You can get out of any situation if you wanted to."

"It wasn't like I-"

"I know I'm over reacting," Jeff sighed, cutting Sebastian off again. "But he hasn't laughed it off, like I hoped he would. He was just looking at you, the whole night, and when I tried to talk to him he just ignored me. And maybe you don't care, but that hurt."

"Of course I care," Sebastian snapped, his temper stilted by tiredness. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a moment to recollect himself. "I could've done worse. But I know how you feel about him-"

"You don't know anythi-"

"You think denying this is gonna make it easier for you?" he asked, and Jeff bit his lip and dropped his gaze, again. "You're running out of time, Jeff. This time next year, you'll both be weeks away from moving to college. Imagine if you're still at the same stage you're at now. What if you end up in two separate places, and you try to see and speak to each other as much as you can but it gets harder and harder and you end up drifting apart? And then this time, in two years, you feel weird around each other because college changed you, and you realise you're different people, and all you have left between you is regret? Is that what you want?"

Jeff was silent, and although Sebastian couldn't see any immediate emotion on his face, he had noticed how Jeff had balled his hands into fists. He watched him carefully, waiting for a response but all he was currently getting from Jeff were concentrated, shaky breaths. Admittedly, he didn't know how deep Jeff felt, or if the situation was more complicated than it seemed, but still – it would've saddened him not to see the two of them be together in every sense of the word.

"Jeff?"

"No," he finally whispered, looking up at Sebastian to reveal glassy and scared eyes. "But we won't do that. We won't get like that."

"You've gotta stop saying and start doing. I know it's scary, but the long term outcome if you don't do anything is scarier. You've gotta get in there, Jeff. Making heart eyes at Nick and leaving it at that won't get you anywhere."

"You're one to talk," Jeff scoffed. "You know, you should take your own advice."

"…This isn't about me" Sebastian frowned, not even wanting to know what Jeff was talking about. Sebastian Smythe certainly did not make heart eyes. "You know what I was saying to Nick, when I was doing the dare?"

Jeff's eyes narrowed. "I don't see what this has to do with anything…"

"When I started talking, the first thing I said to him was, 'think of that one person'. And immediately, he was blushing." Jeff didn't say anything, just dropped his gaze, and Sebastian knew he already understood but continued to talk. "Say that to anyone, and they think of the first person in their heart. And from that point on, I wasn't whispering flirtatious little things of my own in his ear. I was talking about you. I didn't have to say your name, but since I said that, I knew he was thinking of you."

Jeff looked at him curiously, his eyes still narrowed but more in thought as opposed to a more vicious emotion. Sebastian was glad to see he was thinking it over in his head, watching as Jeff felt every single one of his anxieties when it came to him and Nick, and seeing him trying to overcome them. He was watching his heart become brave, and Sebastian suddenly felt like less of a bad person.

"He got like that… because of me," Jeff murmured, more to himself than Sebastian. "That's gotta mean something, right?"

"Oh, Jeffrey, that certainly isn't the only indication that that boy is head over heels in love with you."

"One step at a time, Sebastian," Jeff said, although he sounded very preoccupied. "And don't call me Jeffrey."

"Would you rather I called you Jeffy?" Sebastian teased, earning a first class glare from the blonde.

"Only Nick gets to call me that," he said protectively, unable to stop the small smile on his face. He bit his lip, whatever he was thinking of just making him smile even more, and Sebastian couldn't help but realise how love really could make people smile beautifully. "I'll talk to him. I'm gonna do something about this," Jeff smiled. "But don't think I'm not mad at you, still."

"You'll thank me one day," Sebastian smirked, winking at Jeff. The other boy rolled his eyes, but nothing could wipe the smile off his face.

"So you gonna tell me the real reason you were sitting up stroking Blaine's face like he was a sleeping kitten?" Jeff asked, tilting his head with a teasing smile on his lips. Sebastian's own smile faded, gulping and looking down at Blaine's face. He couldn't tell whether the sleeping boy could hear him or not, but there was no way he was taking any chances – after all, this was still a good day and night for him. Sebastian was determined to hang on to that.

"I can't," he said quietly, looking back up at Jeff. "Not here. Not today."

Jeff tilted his head. "Is it really that bad?"

"The worst," Sebastian murmured, biting his lip. Jeff's eyes narrowed ever so slightly and his head tilted more, as if he was already making assumptions but Sebastian could do nothing to confirm or deny. Instead, he shrugged, finally placing the phone back in between him and Blaine to indicate the end of their conversation.

"You should sleep," he told Jeff with a curt smile. "Just, if you have a sex dream, don't have it too loud this time, okay?"

"Are you ever gonna let me live that down?" Jeff asked, his face flaring red. Sebastian shook his head.

"You had a sex dream in front of the wrong person," he teased, as Jeff sighed playfully and made his way back. Sebastian couldn't help chuckle as he curled back up on the end of the bed, even placing David's arms back over him as they were when he woke up. Sebastian took his time stretching out before lying down next to Blaine, doing all he could not to think about the phone call. He did shuffle a little closer, though, vaguely wondering how Blaine would look once the sunlight started to hit face in the morning before quickly dismissing the thought, almost sickened by his own brain.

"Good night, Sebby," Jeff whispered, smiling and closing his eyes.

"Sweet dreams," Sebastian replied. "But not too sweet, Jeff."

Jeff chuckled, his own sleep coming quickly whereas Sebastian found himself settling in for a long night. Although he told himself to sleep, his mind wouldn't budge from its turmoil, not able to un-hear the moans of the boy that could surely ruin Blaine's life. His eyes kept opening, turning to the side and watching Blaine as he slept with a silent promise in his eyes.

Blaine was gonna get the happiness he deserved – and he was going to be the one to give it to him.