A/N: I just have to say how sorry I am for how late this chapter is. There has been so much going on these past few weeks in my life. So I have just not really had the time to write much over the past few days. Not to mention when I finally had three hours free I found that my Microsoft Word had decided that it didn't want to work. So I managed to find something else to write up on Open Office or something like that. Anyway if you are reading this then I can upload if not then I am typing this whole chapter to myself and for no reason. Lets just hope that the latter isn't the case. Otherwise three hours will have been wasted. I probably should have tested this beforehand. Oh well. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I think I should also point out that I plan to write a third and final part to this story. I think another three or four chapters in this part, before writing the final part. What do you think?

Sebastian wasn't really all that sure what had happened to cooking the pizza. All he was sure of was the fact that he had ended up tossing the pizza into the freezer and they had both pigged out in front of the TV with crisps and alcohol from his parents liquor cabinet. Not that he was complaining.
Despite what had happened that day they had come a long was from feeling at their lowest to now feeling at their highest. Sebastian hadn't had such fun since forever, and he had only one person to thank for all of that, Blaine Anderson. The only problem was that come the morning he was going to pay for the amount that he had already drank. Yet at this point in time he couldn't really care less. He came to realise that this was the very first time that he had seen Blaine drunk, course he had seen him drunk but not like this. Not totally off his head mortal drunk.
Sebastian found himself wondering, as best as his brain would let him, whether or not that was a good thing.
Clearly Blaine hadn't drank this much before, considering the way that he was acting right now. It became apparent that apparently alcohol was something that Sebastian himself had influenced upon him. Did that make him a bad influence? He dropped down onto the sofa, in his hand was still the half drunk bottle of vodka and some other stuff poured into it to make the taste more bearable to actually drink.
He reached up, with his free hand, and pulled Blaine down next to him, putting an end to his around the room leaping before he did himself some kind of serious injury. Sebastian simply downed the contents of the bottle before dropping it to the floor and lifting his legs up to rest upon the sofa. Leaning in towards Blaine he pressed a kiss against his boyfriends lips before resting his head against Blaine's chest. He felt Blaine arm wrapping around him and pulling him in closer. Sebastian soon felt his eyes fluttering to a close.

He was awoken the next morning, having not even realised that he had fallen asleep, to the sound of a ringing sound. Was that in his head? Or actually in the outside world. He literally had no idea. He was starting to wonder if he even cared, or if it even mattered. A groan escaped his lips as the ringing continued. He lifted hi head from its location upon Blaine's chest. His head was pounding. It felt as thought someone was knocking against it with the worlds biggest hammer. Why had he let himself drink so much last night? He knew that he'd be faced with a hangover in the morning. If only he had know it would be this bad? Never before had he known such a headache to be possible. Another few more rings made Sebastian realise that it was the sound of the house phone. Taking a quick glance at the clock he noticed that it was almost 9am. Having no idea how long he had been asleep, or if anything what time he had fallen asleep. He groaned once again and rose to his feet, staggering over to the window sill, where the phone was located and picking it up, raising it to his ear he was greeted with a screaming in his ear.
"Sebastian Smythe! I have been trying to call you all morning What on Earth have you been doing all morning?"
Did she have to shout? It was painful to his ears and Sebastian wasn't really sure how much more of it he could actually listen to.
"Mum, do you really have to shout? I have a headache" Sebastian moaned. It didn't occur to him that his mother could be possibly calling for any reason. She generally called very couple of months, just to let him know that she hadn't forgotten about his existence. Sometimes Sebastian wished she would just forget about him. She was the last person on Earth that he needed. He couldn't care less if she showed up unannounced. He had done a pretty good job of looking after himself without her for the past three year so he failed to see how she would be able to make any form of impact upon his life life now.
"Are you drunk? You are, aren't you! You have been drinking. After everything that I went through with your father and your brother for that matter. Are you insane? Anyway, I called to tell you that your father is dead. I made sure that all the paperwork was completed. Although there is one thing that you should know about. He apparently left some money for you. A trust fund so to speak. You can expect it in the post in a few days. Now I have to go but I will call you later on in the week to check up on you"
"Don't bother. You and I both know that you couldn't give fuck about me. All you want to know is how much money there is and how much of it you can have. Well I am telling you now that you can have the lot of it. I don't want it. I want nothing to with you or dad. He ignored me for almost fifteen years. And you? Well you always hated me since Robert died. You always favoured him over me. Just leave me alone, yeah?"

Leaving her with those words he hung up the phone and turned around to head into the kitchen in search of something to ease the pain. He must have woken Blaine up. With his down the phone shouting. Since the other boy was now sat up too, looking all groggy and clearly just as hunger over as he was. Sebastian felt a lump coming to his throat. How much had Blaine heard? Had he heard any of it? He really just didn't want to have to talk about that conversation with Blaine. He wanted to forget that it had ever happened. As far as he was concerned it hadn't happened.

"Who was that? You sounded pretty angry. I was on the verge of telling you to stop fucking yelling and to get me something for this headache." Blaine groaned as he rubbed his fingers into his temples, simply trying to massage the pain out of his pounding head.
"Nothing. Wrong number. Forget it."
"Didn't sound like a wrong number." Blaine said in a response as he himself rose to his feet, running his fingers through his hair. His eyes resting upon Sebastian. He knew that there was something that Sebastian was keeping from him. Who had that phone call been from? He hated it when Sebastian kept things from him. It made him feel like once again Sebastian was only trying to shut him out. Shut him out of his life. That was one thing that terrified Blaine more than anything. He needed Sebastian. He had certainly never felt this way about anyone before. As he approached the kitchen, watching Sebastian rummage through all the cupboards in search of pain killers, he rested against the door frame. "Who were you talking to on the phone? I just want to know and who the hell is Robert?"
"Blaine just drop it! It isn't important who was on the phone. It doesn't change anything. Seriously just leave it, please." Sebastian almost snapped at him. He knew that he was overreacting. Yet at the same time he just didn't want to have to get into some discussion about it all. The last thing he wanted to do was keep secrets from Blaine. If only he could try and look at things differently. Perhaps if he just thought of it as something Blaine didn't know. Did that really class as a secret? He knew in his heart that if he didn't start being more open with Blaine he was going to lose him. Pressing his lips together he tossed a packet of pain killers to Blaine. "Look I just don't feel u pto talk about it okay. But Robert is, was, my twin brother. The one I told you died." he swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt tears forming in his eyes. He didn't want Blaine to have to see him crying. He couldn't be this knight in shining armour to his boyfriend. The knight that he needed right now. Sebastian just couldn't think straight. "I just need some time alone. I am going for a bath okay. I am sure you can find some way to amuse yourself for an hour or so without me."

Blaine swallowed one of the pain killers from Sebastian and set the box down on the table. "You sure you are okay?" he found himself asking after him as she watched him heading out the door. Yet when Sebastian didn't reply Blaine wondered if he was mad at him. He sighed softly and called out after him. "I love you, Sebastian"
He must have heard that, Blaine had practically shouted it at him. Only what if he was just ignoring him? Had he really upset him so much. Blaine silently cursed himself in his head. He really was going to have to start thinking about what he said. He probably shouldn't ask so many questions. Sure Sebastian kept things from him, yet he told him in the end. Maybe that was just his way of doing things. Why hadn't he thought of things that way in the first place?

"I love you too, Blaine" Sebastian shouted back at him
Those words made Blaine smile. He loved hearing him say that. He knew Sebastian had a hard time expressing hi feelings. He accepted that. Yet something was telling him that things were moving so fast for him. Was Sebastian saying things because he felt like he had to? Why couldn't he get those thought out of his head suddenly? Perhaps it was after everything that had happened over the last few days. He just couldn't help wondering if Sebastian felt tied down by him. What if he felt pressured into saying all those words? Was he over reacting? It certainly sounded like he was to his own mind. A sigh escaped him. Why now? Why did he have to think about all of this now? His head was pounding. The last thing that he wanted was to have to add to all that pain by thinking up stuff like this. He had to distract himself. He just had to. There must be something around this house that he could do to take his mind of everything. Pressing his lips together Blaine stepped into the Living Room again.

Wow! They had drank a lot between them last night. Blaine simply stared at the empty bottles on the floor. He was going to have to get all this mess cleaned up. Besides it would give him something to actually do. Blaine headed over to the bin cupboard and pulled it open. He knew that Sebastian kept used carrier bags in there, probably for occasions like this. He sighed softly and pulled one out, before heading back into the living room and gathering up all the bottles and dropping them into the bag. It didn't surprise him that the bag was practically filled at the end of it all. He slipped on his shoes and stepped outside. There was a bitter chill in the air. Blaine found himself shivering as he walked across the lawn and dropped the carrier bag full of bottles into the garbage bin outside. Before running back into the house and closing the door. Trapping the cold air outside, where it belonged. Wrapping his arms around himself he made his way back into the kitchen. Despite the fact that he had only spent a couple of days at Sebastian's he felt as though it was home. Sort of like a second home. He never wanted to leave.

Sitting down upon the sofa he found himself falling into a daydream. A daydream about life. He imagined what it would be like come home to this house everyday. Sebastian would obviously get home first, for a start he had a car and even if he didn't he lived nearer. But it was all just so magical. Even if he did get home before Sebastian, for whatever reason. It just seemed like the perfect life. It wouldn't really be like moving in, considering he would have to go home sometimes to get clothes. It could always just be an extended sleepover, right?

He hadn't realised how long he had been sat there until he felt Sebastian resting a hand to his shoulder, something that made him almost jump out of his skin. He smiled slightly and turned his head to face him. "I'm sorry" he blurted out. "I shouldn't have asked you all that stuff before. I should have thought about it before I said anything. I don't want to mess us up. "
Sebastian simply smiled and pressed his lips to Blaine's forehead. "You don't need to be. I was out of order. I should have known that you would ask things. I don't like keeping things from you. I honestly just don't want to worry you for a start and sometimes I just prefer to keep things to myself. I find it easier that way . I don't know how to change. I am trying. Honestly I am. I am just no good at this relationship thing." Sebastian found himself saying.

He bit into his lip and closed his eyes for a few moments. Yet they snapped open as he heard Blaine's voice. "Sebastian., I want to be there for you. I want you to feel like you can tell me anything. Treat me like a secret diary if you like. Nothing is going to scare me off. I want to be with you. Only you. I don't want us to have secrets"

Sebastian took a breath in. he knew that it was going to have to be now or never that he told Blaine what that conversation was all about and most importantly who it was from. He swallowed and went into the explanation. Blaine simply sat there listening. Taking in every single word. He could see how much this was hurting Sebastian and all he wanted right now was to be able to stop that pain. Yet it just didn't seem to be an option.

"And Robert? Who is he? You still haven't told me that" Blaine risked saying.

"That's my brother. My twin brother, the one that I told you died."

"Okay, all the stuff about why you don't want the money and everything. At least I think I do. I get but what I don't understand is your relationship with your parents. How did it get so messed up? What happened? They are your parents they are supposed to love you no matter what."

"I don't know. That is the honest truth. My dad had never been one who ever cared. He was always out getting drunk and never even noticed that he had a family half the time. My parents divorced and well for some reason me and my brother stayed in Paris. It was just where our friends were I guess and plus we knew our way around there. Mum moved away to well this house. Then you know the rest, my brother was killed and I couldn't stand being around there any more. So moved up here. Everything was great for a few weeks. Only my mum left one day and she hasn't really been back since. I don't really know what went wrong."

A/N: Sorry for this being so late. I am going to leave it there and carry on in the next chapter. I hope it was worth the wait. Review let me know what you all think.