Sebastian is glad when the car pulls up to his apartment building. The car ride was silent, though Sebastian knows Blaine is itching to ask him questions. Maybe Sebastian does need someone to talk to. But is Blaine Anderson really the right person? Sebastian glances over at the curly haired man who is currently attempting to perfectly parallel park. Only one way to find out.

"Do you, uh, want to come up? Have some tea or something? I'd offer you coffee, but uh, my coffee maker isn't set up yet." Sebastian offers. Blaine smiles brightly.

"Yeah, I'd love to!" They walk into the building and into Sebastian's yet to be furnished apartment.

"I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly yesterday." Blaine apologizes as Sebastian starts to heat the water. "I guess I was scared to see your reaction. I mean, no one's ever accused you of being nice to Kurt."

"It's fine. I was being rude." Sebastian shrugs. "So uh, who're you living with?"

"Oh, that was Erin. I'm staying with her and her husband while my apartment is being fixed up. You know, after the robbery. Why were you in the neighborhood?" Blaine asks.

"I um..." Sebastian knew the question was coming but still hadn't prepared for it.

"It's fine. You don't need to tell me." Blaine says, seeing Sebastian's discomfort.

"No. I need to tell someone. And I want that someone to be you." Sebastian decides.

"Why me?" Blaine is curious.

"I trust you. Plus, you know how to keep a secret."

"So this is confidential information?"

"Extremely. You tell anyone, Anderson, and you'll end up like Trent." Sebastian threatens.

"Happily married with a best selling novel?" Blaine asks, trying to make sense of the threat.

"No, before that. You know what? Nevermind. You'll regret it, is all." Sebastian rolls his eyes. They sit down on the ground, staring out the window before Sebastian starts talking.

"Do you know the story about that house, that Erin was talking about?" He begins.

"The one about the murder? Yeah. Everyone who stays in the neighborhood hears it." Blaine confirms.

"That house was... I was born in that house. And I lived there until I was 11."

"Oh my gosh. That story is of your family." Blaine realizes. Sebastian stops him before he can ask questions.

"Just let me finish, okay? I was asleep the night that Henry killed my mom. Barry was awake and he kept claiming that Henry was innocent, that mom was killed by this, yellow lightning man. He kept insisting on it and he still is today. The city separated us because of that. He was sent to the Wests and I was adopted by my parents. Barry was so messed up they couldn't get a couple to adopt him so Joe had to take him." Sebastian pauses. "He lets his imagination run wild and Joe just sits there and watches it happen. I feel bad for Joe, honestly, dealing with that kid. I mean come on! Barry's 24. You'd think he and Joe would have grown out of it by now."

When he falls silent, Blaine puts a hand on his arm.

"Seb, are you jealous of Barry?" He asks carefully.

"That's what you got out of that?" Sebastian is incredulous, but Blaine presses his lips together.

"Henry, your biological father failed you. Whether he killed your mom or not, the reason your family was torn apart was him. Then your dad, Mr. Smythe failed you. He was supposed to love you unconditionally, but... Well, that didn't happen. Now, you come back here to Central to see Barry have not only the love of one, but two dads. Henry and Joe. He was the one who made things difficult, the problem child, yet you were the one who got the short end of the stick." Blaine watches Sebastian's face as he talks. "It's only natural to feel jealous and a little resentful of what Barry has. You're at a point in your life where all you need is a dad, and that's one thing life refuses to give you."

Sebastian doesn't respond. Then he looks at Blaine and attempts a smile. "I'm really glad you live in Central."

"I am too." Blaine responds. "I'll get that. You stay here." He says as the kettle begins whistling. Sebastian watches as Blaine moves around his apartment, finding teabags, getting out mugs. As he watches him, Sebastian feels that familiar tug inside that he hadn't felt since... well, since last time he saw Blaine.

"Here." Blaine hands him a mug and Sebastian thanks him. They sit, watching the cars go by in the street below and as the time passes in comfortable silence, Sebastian realizes how at peace he feels. Just sitting with someone who knows every secret you have, yet who still wants to be next to you. Well, minus one secret, but Sebastian hopes Blaine will never find out that one. After all, Sebastian was supposed to be over Blaine.