A/N: How many days late am I? I know, I'm a horrible author making you wait three weeks for this and then a couple of days BUT it is here! So shout, read, and then review! ;) A lot of people were negative towards Sebastian being in this story and I do have to agree with you. I hate when authors throw Sebastian in a story because it might be going slow or just because he's a canon character. But I have thought this story through and PLANNED for this and he does have a purpose on Blaine's background.

Warning! Swearing, mentioning of physical and verbal harm, sexual content.

DISCLAIMER! I do not own Glee or its characters. All property goes to Fox, Ryan Murphy, and the rest of its rightful owners.

Take A Bite Of My Heart Tonight

Chapter 12: A Change In Status

"Um…okay. He just went to bed can this wait until tomorrow?"

Sebastian didn't need to think twice for his answer; he replied as a flat-out, "No."

Kurt raised his eyebrows at Sebastian's answer. This puts him in an odd situation. He really wanted to go to bed but this stranger insists on seeing Blaine this late at night? How long will this take?

"O—Okay. Can you wait in the living room? I guess I'll go get him," Kurt asked.

Sebastian gave Kurt a short nod and walked into the living room with his head held high, like he owned the place. Kurt was shocked as to how this strange man knew Blaine and why he was looking for him. He shrugged off the confused thoughts and walked downstairs to the basement.

Knock Knock

"Are you awake, Blaine?" Kurt asked through the door.

"Not really," he heard Blaine mumble groggily.

Kurt chuckled, "Well you must because you could answer me back. You need to get up. Someone's here and they're looking for you."

Kurt heard a loud bang come from Blaine's room and within a matter of seconds Blaine's bedroom door was opened and there appeared a very sleepy, messy-hair, Blaine in his pajamas.

"Who is it?" Blaine asked with wide eyes.

Kurt gasped at the sudden change in Blaine's personality, also how scared Blaine looked in-front of him right now. "I don't know much about him but his name is Sebastian—"

"Sebastian's here? Where?" Blaine interrupted Kurt, even more frightened.

Did I do something wrong? Is there some protocol for this Sebastian guy I should have known? Something similar to….do not let him in under all costs; he frightens the hell out of Blaine. Kurt began to wonder.

"In—in the living room. Should I not have let him in?" Kurt asked confused.

"No!" Blaine almost shouted, like Kurt should have known. Then he ran back into his room, leaving the door open, and began to look at himself in the mirror and run his fingers through his tussled hair.

"Um—I—uh, what happened? What—what should I do?" Kurt stuttered, watching Blaine desperately trying to fix himself.

"Keep him company. I'm going to go wake Burt up," Blaine replied then walked past Kurt and started up the stairs.

"What?! What should I do? And you can't wake dad up." Kurt followed after him.

"Yes I need to. You don't know what he's capable of," Blaine grumbled and then within a matter of seconds he was at the top of the stair case and treading down the hallway. Kurt stood there, mouth agape, and let out a loud sigh.

What's he's capable of? Then why am I the one to stall him? Kurt muttered in his thoughts.

He walked back into the living room and saw Sebastian sitting at the couch twiddling his thumbs. Sebastian instantly looked up and a frown appeared on his face.

"Where's Blaine?" he asked confused.

"He—He's coming. He's on his way," Kurt replied nervously.

"So who are you?" Sebastian asked bluntly.

"I'm Kurt. Burt Hummel's son," Kurt answered a little hesitant. He had no idea why Sebastian wanted to know who he was. Should he have told him?

"Who's Burt Hummel?" asked Sebastian.

If Kurt wasn't so frightened of him, he would have given him a glare.

"He lives here, owns this farm. Blaine works for him," Kurt answered slowly.

Sebastian just grunted out of disinterest.

Out of instinct, Kurt would have sat by him as he continued talking to him. But something about Sebastian made Kurt not only scared, but also not trust him and to keep his distance from him. And of course after the strange actions Blaine used when Kurt brought up Sebastian's name, it made Kurt question Sebastian's integrity even more.

"So how do you know Blaine?" Kurt asked.

Deep inside, he kind of didn't want to know the answer since Blaine acted so frightened, but on the other hand, he didn't know Sebastian at all and he was supposed to keep a conversation with him.

Sebastian let out a low chuckle. "I think it would be best for us to wait on Blaine," he said.

"Alright then," Kurt said, and then resumed to stand a few feet away from the couch Sebastian was currently sitting on.

Not long after a few awkward and silent moments, and then Blaine appeared from the hallway. Sebastian's head perked up when he saw Blaine enter.

"There he is…" he trailed off when he saw Burt close on Blaine's heel. "You're Burt?" he asked awkwardly.

"That's me. What do you want to interrupt our sleep this late? Blaine has to get up early in the morning for chores." Burt crossed his arms, standing close to Sebastian, closer than Blaine.

"I just need to talk to him…alone, please," Sebastian stressed as he stood up from his seat on the couch.

"No. What you have to say, you can say in-front of me and Kurt," Burt insisted, shaking his head at Sebastian's request.

Kurt stood there awkwardly, contemplating if he really wanted to watch what was about to happen or if he was being a strange third wheel.

Sebastian shrugged, "Fine. You need to come home Blaine."

"That isn't my home anymore. It's only yours," Blaine spoke with a little nervousness in his voice but Kurt could tell he was trying to be strong.

Sebastian must have noticed Blaine's small nervousness because he stepped closer to the shorter boy and smirked down at him.

Burt stepped closer to the two boys and Kurt's eyebrows shot up, watching from a distance.

"I looked everywhere to find you. How dare you be disrespectful and not come home?" Sebastian asked Blaine in a firm tone.

Blaine swallowed thickly as he tried to look in Sebastian's eyes. "I don't have to do what you tell me anymore. We're not together so you can't tell me what to do."

Oh my god this is his ex. Kurt began to piece the puzzle together.

…

"So I lived with my boyfriend but I had to leave his house."

…

That's the only memory Kurt has of Blaine speaking of his ex-boyfriend.

"Yes we are," Sebastian gritted.

"No we're not. I left!" Blaine began to get frustrated with Sebastian, and all nervousness seemed to melt away.

"You can't leave me," Sebastian threatened.

"Well I did! Two months ago!" Blaine yelled, trying to remind this deranged man.

"If you don't come home—"

"Don't threaten him. He's not yours anymore," Burt interrupted Sebastian as he stood close to him.

Sebastian scoffed, "Oh so he's yours, then?"

"He is nobody's. If that's all you want then I suggest you leave, Sebastian. If you don't I'll call the cops," Burt insisted as he stood his ground.

Sebastian looked offended between Burt and Blaine and glanced at a shocked Kurt who just stood there with his mouth agape.

"Fine, I'll go. But he isn't getting off that easy," Sebastian said to Burt as he pointed to Blaine, then he angrily left the house, slamming the front door.

"Lock the door, son," Burt said to Kurt in a hurry, as Kurt was the closest person to the door. Kurt ran to the front door and locked it, watching as Sebastian backed up and drove off. "Don't let him in here again," Burt said to Kurt.

"I'm sorry I didn't even know who—"

"It's alright but now you know. Good night, boys," Burt interrupted his son and walked back to his bedroom.

Kurt really couldn't mind some sleep right now but Blaine looked like a major headache was coming his way and going to sleep was not on Blaine's mind right now. Besides, what kind of friend doesn't stay up late with their friend and let them get deranged ex-boyfriend issues off their chest?

"Are you going back to bed?" Kurt asked quietly, already assuming the answer.

"No I need to clear my head first. I'll just go on the back porch, good night Kurt," Blaine replied hurriedly, walking towards the kitchen.

"Why don't I go outside with you?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Really?" Blaine stopped and turned around to face Kurt, his face was hinting sudden interest.

"Yeah. Unless you don't want me to but it's completely my fault I shouldn't have let him in and caused all this stress on—"

Blaine shook his head and interrupted Kurt before his babbling turned to hyperventilating. "No you didn't know. It's not your fault. And yes you can come outside with me," Blaine grinned and led the way.

The two boys sat on the back porch's steps in silence for a few moments. Kurt figured the number one thing Blaine needed right now was silence; peace. It was so peaceful and quiet this late at night that there was no sound but the occasional wind chimes and the crickets.

Kurt grinned to himself, liking the silence, and then he turned to Blaine who had his head resting on the stair rail and looking gloomy.

"Do you want to talk now?" Kurt asked Blaine after a few silent minutes.

"What's to say?" Blaine grumbled quietly.

What's to say?

Kurt really wanted a time machine to show Blaine how awkward that scene was.

He let out a quiet scoff, "About this Sebastian guy and he was obviously a controlling boyfriend—"

"Controlling isn't even the half of it," Blaine interrupted angrily.

Kurt looked over and saw the look in Blaine's eyes.

Not only anger and betrayal but hurt as well.

His eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched. If Kurt leaned close enough and looked into Blaine's eyes he was sure he could see right into his soul; where all the anger and hurt lied.

"Well tell me then. It will make you feel better. Let's just start from the beginning, when did it start to go downhill?" Kurt started.

Blaine let out a sigh as he backtracked the beginning of his relationship with Sebastian. "Well…after I left my parents house because they were disapproving of my sexuality, I went to live with Sebastian," he replied.

That was it.

Then Blaine grew quite again.

Kurt was about to ask Blaine for more details but he quickly supplied him with some, or one for that matter: "I hated when he called me pretty," said Blaine.

Blaine wrapped his arms around his knees uncomfortably and looked to the ground. Kurt could tell Blaine didn't want to tell him anything, but he needs to tell someone and Kurt is a great listener.

After Kurt was sure Blaine grew quite again, that's when he began to tell Kurt his whole story.

"I'm not a girl. He started calling me princess but he liked it so much so I didn't want to make him feel bad so I let him call me those names. He got a promotion and was working all the time, I finished high school and didn't have anything going for me so he went to work and I stayed at home."

Kurt's eyebrows rose as Blaine took another deep, shaky breathe before continuing.

"He always made sure I was the…submissive one in the relationship. At first he would make sure I did the dishes and take out trash, simple things. Then he made me do piles of things before he got home, lists even. One day I told him enough, it's too much stress and…and then…and then he…"

Blaine kept closing his mouth and biting his tongue, unable to finish. But Kurt was interested in the rest and knew that Blaine needed to talk about this.

"What did he do?" Kurt asked him softly.

Blaine glanced at Kurt who was looking at him with such encouragement and sympathy that he wanted to say the rest. "He bent me over his knee and…spanked me like I was his kid."

Kurt's mouth fell open, what kind of boyfriend would physically hurt their boyfriend like that? That's horrible.

"With his belt," Blaine finished.

Kurt gasped. Every time?

"Ever since then I did what he told me. Sometimes I would forget a thing or two and then he would establish rules like…five spanks per un-finished chore. Sooner or later he…"

Blaine took a deep breath before continuing, still refusing to look at Kurt. It was easier this way.

"He made a chart of spanks and it would go from the least punishment to the highest. The highest would be fifty spanks from the belt if I ever left him so I stayed. When he would—when he would kiss me…it felt rough, forced, dominating." Blaine scrunched up his face at the memories coming to him.

Kurt knew Blaine needed to continue but he couldn't help the question that seemed to haunt him so he asked it, "Did he ever…make you do things you didn't want to do like—"

"In the bedroom?" Blaine asked, as if he could have read Kurt's mind.

Kurt's face grew a little red but was thankful it was dark out and nodded in reply.

"Well…I'm still a virgin and somehow he respected that but eventually he would make me give him a blow job and then eventually he liked to face-fuck me…it made me gag and choke but he just wouldn't stop," Blaine muttered quietly, tightening the grip around his legs as if he was holding himself in comfort.

Kurt really wanted to hug or hold him but he didn't know how their friendship stood on that.

"I felt really insecure whenever he saw me naked before he made me do things to him. He would tell me I'm too small, too short, too skinny, too hairy… and then he would degrade other things like my cooking, the way I cleaned the bathroom or put the dishes away."

Kurt looked at Blaine closely and saw his hazel eyes shimmering with tears. Blaine's jaw was tight, trying to hold in the tears. Kurt shook his head and put his arms around Blaine, screwing the friendship status thoughts.

That seemed to be the last straw for Blaine.

A tear fell down his cheek and he began to sob openly in Kurt's arms, "He was just…abusive to me a—all the time. And very soon I lost any love I had for him. I felt like I—I was living with a m—monster that had me as his slave and—eventually even though I was dreading the punishment…I left. Being homeless was better than being t—treated that way," he stuttered as he sobbed.

"Did he punish you?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Yes," Blaine sighed. "Then he let me go and I went to the Lima Bean and worked, then lived in the alley. He's tried to get me back several times and it's so hard to say no because it still feels like he controls me somehow. I feel horrible when I see him, like his eyes are ridiculing me, even tonight."

"You mean you believe him?" Kurt asked gently. Blaine nodded as he sobbed. "But you can't. He's a twisted ass hole. He doesn't have a happy life so he tries to make yours miserable," Kurt gently squeezed Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine lowered his head and shook it, refusing to believe Kurt. "But it just feels so—so real. Like I can believe him when he used to tell me I was ugly."

"Blaine you are not ugly," Kurt said. How can this gorgeous, sexy even, boy think he's ugly? It's unbelievable! Thought Kurt.

"Yes I am," Blaine cried.

"No you're not." Kurt swallowed thickly before continuing, "You're gorgeous," he said quietly.

Blaine still did not believe Kurt though. "No one is ever going to want to be with me. Who would want to be with someone who went through that? Who would want to date a freak?"

Kurt bit his lip as he used his words carefully to reassure the upset boy. "I am…certain there is someone out there who will want you, flaws and all," he said grinning.

Blaine scoffed, "Oh yeah like—"

Blaine couldn't finish what he said, because for some reason, Kurt wasn't even sure why because he wasn't thinking logically. But for some reason Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine's. A little gasp came from Blaine as their lips connected but he kissed Kurt back anyway and then it was Kurt's turn to gasp.

He couldn't believe he was kissing Blaine Anderson.

He also couldn't believe Blaine Anderson was kissing him back.

It felt so good, so right, and every tension that Kurt had around Blaine to not be too desperate, not to ruin their friendship, not to get hurt, or show indication that he liked him, had melted away as their lips moved together.

After Kurt realized how good this was feeling he soon figured out what he was actually doing and then his thoughts began to affect him. He pulled away from Blaine and broke the kiss with a wet smack. He gasped, completely humiliated.

Oh my god, any actions or words on ruining our friendship is completely out the door.

Friends don't kiss, they just don't!

Ugh, look what I screwed up. I always screw things up.

Kurt's thoughts began to ramble on as he grew more and more frightened that Blaine would scrunch up his face and run away. But he didn't. He just sat there.

Blaine was agape.

Kurt's hands flew in-front of his mouth as his eyes grew wide, terrified out of his mind. He began to ramble again. "I—I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that! You are obviously not in a state right now to have any romantic actions towards—"

"Just, just stop, please," Blaine interrupted Kurt, shaking his head.

Kurt shut up and was prepared for the biggest rejection he's ever faced: romantic feelings towards his best friend.

Much to his surprise, Blaine leaned in and pressed his lips on the taller boy's mouth, which smiled through the kiss and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, then adjusted to whatever way Blaine's lips moved.

The two boys were lost in that kiss.

They weren't thinking about anything other than the attraction they had towards the other person and how right it felt, how right it felt to be passionately kissing someone who wants to kiss you.

It was soon before the two ran out of breath and Blaine pulled away, gasping for breath. Kurt's hands fell to the wooden porch as he began to gasp for breath as well.

There was no sound other than the crickets chirp and the boys' breathing. The two were silent once more as Blaine sat back on the steps and tried to put together what just happened.

He had just kissed Kurt Hummel.

For longer than a minute, way longer.

He was kissing a boy who wanted to kiss him?

"Why did you kiss me?" Blaine asked.

That was the last thing Kurt had expected Blaine to ask after that breath-taking kiss. "Wh—you just kissed me like…amazingly," Kurt breathed heavily, his voice's tone dropping low.

"That's because I wanted more, but why did you kiss me?" Blaine asked simply

As if it was simple.

"Because…as frightening as it is to say this…I like you." Kurt imagined Blaine to laugh or walk away but he just sat there looking at Kurt, as if he wanted him to say more. "I like you a lot. Ever since I met you and…after being great friends with you I liked you even more. Sometimes all I could think about was—was kissing you and—and being with you," Kurt blushed.

"How come you like me?" Blaine asked insecurely.

Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders once more. "Because you're amazing, Blaine. You're sweet, talented, you taught me how to have fun, you're beautiful, you—"

"I'm beautiful?" Blaine asked so quietly and so insecure, that it felt as if he was a puppy and someone had kicked him.

Kurt smiled, "Yes, you are. If Sebastian thinks you're ugly he obviously hasn't met an ugly person before." Then for the first time that night, Kurt saw Blaine laugh and shake his head modestly. "I know it's hard to believe that someone like me would want to kiss you but—"

"What do you mean someone like you?" Blaine interrupted him and shook his head.

Kurt shrugged and dropped his hands to the wooden porch again. "I'm just—I'm kind of out of your league."

Blaine chuckled, "I don't have a league. But I do develop feelings for amazing, adorable, beautiful people, like you."

Kurt's face grew red at the compliments. "You like me?" he asked insecurely, just as Blaine did.

"Yes… I didn't know if I should tell you because you were going through a lot with your dad and Lima and all and—like I said I still feel insecure with myself."

"Wow okay so uh…where does this leave us?" Kurt asked.

Everything was out in the open.

Blaine had feelings for him and he had feelings for Blaine.

But he never got to a point in a relationship with someone before so after this…he didn't really know what to do know.

Blaine turned towards Kurt and smiled. "Well I like you, you like me. We had a…breath-taking kiss."

Kurt blushed and laughed, Blaine laughed as well. "I want to take you on a date," he finally said.

The little lonely boy inside of Kurt wanted to jump ten feet high and do a little sashay happy dance.

"A date?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Yes. If you want to we can—Just the two of us can go out to dinner, maybe take a walk, and have a nice time. Or the level of a nice time two gay men in Lima can have," Blaine muttered the last part and Kurt shrugged a shoulder, agreeing.

"I would love to go on a date with you," Kurt said, feeling a little embarrassed to admit it.

Blaine bit his lip to stop an enormous grin. "Good, I was hoping you'd say yes."

Kurt laughed, "Yes because I kissed you, admitted I liked you, and then I would turn you down for a date," he said sarcastically, making Blaine laugh.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Blaine asked him once their laughter died down.

"Obviously going on a date with you," Kurt smirked.

"So tomorrow night is good, then?" Blaine asked slowly, smiling.

"Yes."

"Okay you pick the restaurant and then I will pick you up and we will go in my pick-up."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "We live in the same house. You don't have to pick me up."

"But I want to. The hopeless romantic inside of me is forcing me too," Blaine shook his head. Kurt instantly loved that Blaine had a hopeless romantic side. It just added to his list named: Things I Love About Blaine Anderson.

"Well we don't want to disappoint him. So that sounds like a plan."

Blaine walked Kurt to his room, as usual. The two turned around to hug, as usual. But there was something different.

The two obviously weren't just best friends any more.

The two liked each other and we're starting to date. A hug would seem a little too safe for them. Blaine looked around the empty hallway then lowered his lips towards Kurt's ear.

"I really want to kiss you," he whispered.

Normally, Kurt would think this would be incredibly dorky and oblivious but the way Blaine's breath blew across his ear and the volume of his voice…made Kurt shiver.

"Then kiss me," Kurt whispered back.

Without warning Blaine captured Kurt's lips in a tender, slow, and sweet kiss. Kurt immediately decided he loved the taste of Blaine's lips. If he could, he would just love to explore these lips for hours.

The two let out a short, quiet, moan and soon the goodnight kiss was over as Blaine pulled away.

"See you tomorrow."