Author's Note: Hi again everyone! For those who've been with me from the beginning, thanks for coming back. For those who've only just joined me, I really hope you continue to enjoy the story.

Thanks to all who followed and favourited my story.

Thanks especially to my reviewers. I love hearing from you guys. :)

PikaWings: So far, yes... But so far it's just been Sam and the Warblers. Others won't be so thrilled by the development, I can guarantee it. :P

GilGalen: Thanks very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. And yes. They can be quite irritating sometimes. I kinda want them to just realise how they're feeling too... I just don't want it to seem too... rushed. Or out of character. Hopefully you guys all don't lose interest before I get there. *crosses fingers*

julia3132: *laughs* Yeah... sorry. It's pretty frustrating, I know. Outside observers like us can see so clearly what they cannot.

RHatch89: They are indeed. They just haven't figured it out just yet... They'll get there though. As for the other thing... That is the million dollar question, isn't it? I would say more, but spoilers might slip... and spoilers are bad.

Anyways, enough from me for today. Thanks again everyone for reading, and I hope you all enjoy Chapter 14.

Blaine looked down at the invitation in his hands, staring through it, already knowing each and every single one of the words written on the heavy vellum.

Mr Schue's wedding. It had been an inevitability really, thinking back on all the times he'd ever seen his former teacher with Miss Pillsbury. It had been clear even from the first that the two had something special, and now they were finally – finally – tying the knot after working their way through all the drama that had done its best to keep them apart.

And they wanted him there to celebrate.

And he was excited, don't get him wrong, but fact of the matter was that he really wasn't looking forward to seeing Kurt. When he'd been asked to sing with the other boy he'd been taken aback and stunned, had simply nodded his head. Apparently Mr Schue hadn't gotten the message that he hadn't been there over Christmas like they'd planned, and had obviously assumed that they were back on speaking terms.

As it was, he hadn't actually spoken to Kurt since just before Christmas; since that phone conversation that had been the end of everything he'd ever hoped for between them two of them, and he knew that given the way it had all happened, things were bound to be awkward.

Especially when he found out about Sebastian.

Because if there had been one main sensitivity that the other boy had when they'd been dating it had been Sebastian Smythe. From the very first time he'd ever met the boy, Kurt's insecurities regarding him had been obvious. He'd mentioned him time and time again; whenever he'd had doubts, whenever he needed reassurances that he was in love with only him. Even when he'd admitted to having been with someone else, Kurt had brought up the handsome Warbler. Their whole relationship, from the moment Sebastian had entered their lives to the present, Kurt had been so utterly convinced that he'd had feelings for the other boy.

And hell... maybe he'd been right. There had definitely been something there. He'd thought it ridiculous when, upon telling him what he'd done, how he'd betrayed him, Kurt had immediately jumped to Sebastian's name, but maybe there had been some truth in the fears he'd harboured. A truth that his own fears and doubts had refused to acknowledge.

He was distracted from his thoughts by a pair of lips pressing a slow, lazy kiss against his shoulder blade, and he turned his head in time to catch a glimpse of Sebastian's sleepy grin. "Mornin' Killer." Green eyes flickered over his shoulder to the invitation in his hand and the boy's smile widened. "You still looking at that thing? Seriously, just go. You'll have a great time, I'm sure."

Blaine glanced back at the invitation, still pristine in his hands, as Sebastian's mouth wandered idly along his shoulder, wondering if the other boy was right. Chances were things would be fine when he saw Kurt. Sure, the guy hadn't been happy when he'd cancelled their Christmas plans, but they could be civil for one evening, couldn't they?

He felt a shiver sneak down his spine as Sebastian's mouth wandered to his neck, pressing deep, open-mouthed kisses on his skin, his head tilting automatically to one side as his hand lifted to tangle fingers in Sebastian's thick brown hair.

"Come with me," he breathed.

Sebastian's lips froze on his neck a moment before seconds later disappearing completely, and when he turned to catch a look at his face, the younger boy had completely withdrawn to the opposite side of the bed. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Blaine had to laugh at the expression on Sebastian's face, shaking his head in amusement as he turned and half crawled across the bed to sit before his... well whatever Sebastian was to him these days. He didn't know. "I'm not asking you to marry me, stupid. I'm asking you to come with me to a wedding. It's not a big deal."

Sebastian just arched a brow, that smile pulling one side of his mouth up into a smirk. "Not what I meant, Killer. I'm just saying have you really thought this through? Because all your friends are going to be there; all the people you went to school with... the entire Glee club. Last I saw them, we weren't exactly on solid ground, if you know what I mean?"

"You mean they hate you?"

"I was going for slightly less provoking, but sure."

Blaine chuckled. "Well Mr Schue said I could bring a plus one. And I want you there." He leaned forward, catching Sebastian's mouth with his own, coaxing him to respond. "Please?" he begged against his lips, and although there was an initial hesitance in his kiss, the other boy didn't fight him for long.

Pulling away, he shook his head in dismay. "Okay fine," he conceded.

Blaine's brilliant smile made the other boy glare at him playfully before Sebastian was pushing him back to the bed and crawling over him, his mouth grazing his neck, his jaw, his chin before finding his lips. "But you will owe me for this, Killer."

"So what's the story?"

It was late Sunday afternoon and they were both just lounging in the sunlight shining through the window in Blaine's family's living room. Sebastian had been in the first stages of dozing off when Blaine asked his question and his eyes flashed open again, turning his head to fix his eyes on his friend's gorgeous face. "What's what story?"

"The whole Tequila thing? Thad said there was a story." And when Sebastian just laughed, shaking his head, a frown pulled that beautiful mouth down at the corners. "You said you'd tell me later." He shrugged. "It's later."

"It is, yes," Sebastian acknowledged, struggling to sit up straight again before offering Blaine a shrug. "But you kinda already know the story."

"I do?" Blaine was confused, clearly wracking his brains for any mention Sebastian might have made of that night. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. Your reaction was priceless." And when Blaine continued to look confused, Sebastian offered him a smile. "You remember I mentioned I was with that girl that one time?" And when Blaine nodded, he mimicked the action with a rueful grin. "Anyone suggests Tequila shots... just say no, Killer."

It appeared Blaine was surprised by that. "Wait... I thought that thing with that girl was when you were in Paris?"

Sebastian chuckled. "You would think so, right? But no. That was here. You know our sister school, Crawford Country Day?" And when Blaine nodded, Sebastian grinned. "Yeah we had some school function thing and David invited them to his party that night..." He shrugged. "And things might have gotten a little out of control with Tequila shots and that awful truth or dare game and... well..." and Sebastian just shrugged again, as if to say 'that's that'.

Honestly... Blaine didn't know how he felt about that; that the girl that Sebastian had been with lived so close by. It had been different thinking that she was in Paris. It had felt different. But knowing she was so close, wondering if he'd perhaps met the girl in question – their school did functions all the time and he knew a few of the girls by now, and... well... he didn't know what he was feeling.

One thing was for sure... he knew it definitely wasn't jealousy. Sebastian had made it pretty clear that he wasn't interested in repeating the encounter, but he couldn't say he was super okay with it either.

"Anything else?"

He looked over in surprise when Sebastian spoke again – the guy had clearly noticed his preoccupation and Blaine quickly shook his head. "Nope. Point taken. No Tequila."

"Course if you wanted to try it out, just give me a heads up. I'm happy to be your Tequila chaperone." He laughed softly at whatever image appeared in his head. "Not gonna lie it'd probably be hilarious."

Blaine shot him a dry look. "You? A chaperone? Don't be holding your breath, Smythe."

Sebastian chuckled, attempting to assume as innocent an expression as he could manage and if Blaine didn't know his friend as well as he did, he might have been fooled. "What? Don't you trust me?" He laughed again when Blaine shook his head.

"Not really. Likely I'd suggest something really mortifying... like sex in a public place or something like that, and you'd totally go along with it."

Sebastian arched a brow, his green eyes sparkling at the suggestion. "Sex in a public place, Killer?" he asked, obviously intrigued by the idea. "That a deep dark secret fantasy of yours?"

Blaine sighed, shaking his head. "I think you're missing the point."

"Because if so I could totally help you out with fulfilling that one."

"Sebastian..." and when his friend laughed at the sigh in his voice, Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay. Dropping it," Sebastian conceded, shaking his head in amusement. "But might it be noted in the annals of history that you brought it up first."

Blaine couldn't help the faint smile of amusement at that, his voice dry as he replied. "Because future historians are really going to care about our sex life."

Sebastian shrugged. "You never know," he offered with a grin, settling back on the low couch, eyes closing, enjoying once again the sun on his face.

Taking the opportunity to study the face of the other boy – so rarely at rest as it was right now – Blaine found himself surprised again by just how much this boy had come to mean to him over the past few weeks.

And sure, he'd had best friends before. First Kurt and then Sam, but even as close as they'd been he'd never experienced before the real... freedom he felt when around Sebastian. Unlike his other friends, Sebastian was the first boy he'd met who wouldn't judge him – for past mistakes, actions or thoughts. He just listened to whatever he might choose to speak about, however relevant it was – or often wasn't – to what was going on in their lives. He no longer felt he had to live up to the expectations of others; that for the first time in a long time he could simply be himself, and–

"What're you thinking?"

Brought back from his thoughts he found Sebastian's eyes opened, those beautiful green eyes studying him just as closely as he'd been studying Sebastian. "I'm just thinking that – all things considered – you're a pretty good guy, Sebastian."

Sebastian chuckled at that. "Geez, Killer. What brought on that bout of sentimentality?"

Blaine just shrugged, not enjoying the way that Sebastian was able to shrug off such a remark but realising once again that was simply the person his friend was. "No reason. Just thinking."

"Just thinking, huh?" And when Blaine nodded, Sebastian shook his head with a smile. "Well you know what I've been thinking?"

And when Blaine started shaking his head, Sebastian's wicked grin tipped him off and he was shaking his head again, this time in dismay. "Oh come on... it was just a random example, Sebastian. I would never–"

"Never?" The other boy queried, cutting him off as he sat up again on the couch, turning a little to face him. "Never is a long time."

"That's kinda the point of using the word 'never' isn't it?"

Sebastian just shrugged, leaning over to press a slow kiss against his neck and Blaine felt himself exhale slowly at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed. Even after a whole day exploring the body seated beside him on the couch still just the smallest show of affection created a need inside him that he couldn't seem to control.

"Never say never, Killer," he murmured a moment before catching his mouth with his own in a long, luxurious kiss Blaine was helpless against. Honestly, the way this guy could kiss... he didn't think he'd ever get used to it.

After a long moment during which Sebastian's kiss deepened significantly, Blaine pulled away, a little dazed, inclining his head towards the bedroom. "Maybe we should..."

But his voice trailed off when Sebastian started shaking his head, leaning back in to press deep kisses across his cheeks and down his neck, tugging a little at the collar of his shirt as his mouth wandered his collarbone.

"But..."

"There's a perfectly good couch here, Killer," he murmured against the hollow behind his ear, making Blaine shiver, his eyes drifting shut even as he shook his head.

"But what if my parents..." His voice cut off with a gasp when Sebastian's teeth tugged at the lobe of his ear.

"And what if they don't?" And when Blaine began to argue, Sebastian caught his mouth again, kissing him deeply and fogging his brain until his protests died.

"So what's the story with you two?"

Sebastian looked up from his homework at the three boys taking seats around the table he'd chosen in the commons, confusion entering green eyes as he saw the looks on all their faces. Nick, Jeff and Trent. All three looking so serious; maybe a little concerned. "What?"

"You and Blaine."

He frowned at that, shaking his head. "That's none of your business."

"Actually it is our business." It was Trent who spoke; Trent who'd had little success with this kind of confidence in the past. He'd never been able to stand up to anyone like this before. That was the sort of loyalty a guy like Blaine inspired in people. "Blaine is our friend and we worry about him. This thing... what you're doing... It isn't fair."

"What I'm doing?" How was any of this his fault? Like he'd orchestrated the whole thing... seducing the boy when he was at his lowest or something? Honestly, he didn't remember doing any of the seducing that first night... that had definitely been all on Blaine. He remembered quite clearly trying to convince Blaine it was all a horrible idea, but the boy hadn't been listening to him. And sure, eventually there had come a point where he'd simply given in, but he could hardly be blamed for that.

Guy was his weakness, he hadn't been able to resist.

Nick had just opened his mouth to respond when Sebastian shook his head, talking over him. "No, you know what? No. Friends or not, it's none of your business." Honestly, the worry in their eyes was utterly ridiculous. These guys who knew him better than most should have known that he would never do anything to hurt Blaine. Blaine who was so much the better of everyone he'd ever known. Blaine, the best of all his friends. Why these guys thought he could ever voluntarily hurt the one person in his life he felt he could trust, he didn't know.

Or maybe that was the point. They knew he wouldn't voluntarily hurt him.

Of course, if he'd thought even for a second that Blaine might be in deeper than he'd originally planned he would have called this whole thing off in a heartbeat. Fact of the matter was that Blaine seemed to have taken to the whole casual dating lifestyle with a finesse he'd not been expecting. He never made any demands of him; there were never any expectations. They really were just friends with several quite enjoyable benefits.

So he really didn't see the problem.

"Guys, come on. It's not a big deal." When they didn't answer straight away, simply waiting in silence he shook his head in dismay. "Seriously. We're just friends. Blaine's fine with it. So am I. All good."

They shared another look and it was clear they weren't convinced. It was Nick who finally spoke, looking to the others a moment before his eyes flicked to Sebastian's. "We think you're wrong. We think Blaine's in a little too deep, and you really need to stop or he's going to get his heart broken again."

Sebastian snorted at that. "Don't be ridiculous, of course he's not. This whole thing was his idea."

They appeared sceptical at this revelation but didn't respond to that. Instead Trent spoke again, continuing their argument. "Be that as it may, Blaine is getting himself in too deep already, and if you don't sort it out soon he will get himself hurt again."

"And so help us if you hurt that guy, Bas..." Jeff spoke up then. "You're our Captain, our friend and totally one of the guys, but you hurt Anderson and we'll wreck you."

Sebastian looked at Jeff in surprise, before his eyes flickered between equally stern expressions on the faces of the other two. Eventually he just shook his head, completely taken by surprise by the out of the blue confrontation. Spreading his hands wide he offered them a shrug. "I promise you're wrong guys. And I promise that the minute I get wind it's anything more than just casual, I'll end it. You have my word."

For a moment they didn't react, sharing those serious looks once more before finally they nodded almost in unison.

"Okay fine." It was Nick who spoke and Sebastian's eyes flickered to the boy's face. "But we'll hold you to that."

"So I think we should sing this," Blaine's voice interrupted his morning coffee, and a small sheaf of paper was thrown down on the table before him. His curiosity was enough that he glanced at the top page – Overjoyed by Matchbox Twenty.

Looking up at his friend as Blaine took the seat opposite, Sebastian cocked a brow. "Sing? You mean the Warblers?"

But Blaine was frowning and shook his head quickly. "No I mean at the wedding. I was looking through some options and I know a lot of the others from the glee club are doing something faster, more uptempo, and it's a wedding so we need slower songs too, and this... is..." but his voice trailed off as he caught sight of his friend's face and he looked at him curiously. "What?"

"I'm singing at the wedding?"

And then Blaine was grinning; that adorably mischievous grin he was becoming more familiar with these days. An expression which, when confronted with it, made it incredibly hard to stay mad with the boy in front of him.

He expected Blaine knew this and made good use of it.

"Maybe," the other boy offered by way of reply, and when he started shaking his head, Blaine hurried on. "Don't be mad, but I called Mr Schue Sunday night and asked if it would be okay and he was all for it." He flashed him a smile. "Apparently you have impressed him in the past."

"Despite my less than stellar history with the New Directions?"

"Pssshhh, whatever. That was ages ago. Out of everyone in that group, if anyone should have had a problem with you it should be me and I don't hate you."

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at the simple logic in that. "Good to know, Killer."

"So?" When Sebastian's look queried what he was asking, he continued. "Will you sing with me?" And when he hesitated a moment, Blaine pulled out all the stops, the amusement draining from his face and the other boy fixed him with an expression that would have moved a much harder man than he; an almost desperate plea those big, hazel eyes. "Please?"

Another expression the guy tended to use a lot. He had to stop being so bloody predictable.

"Fine."

And just like that, the mournful expression was gone from the other boy's face. "Great."

"But you'll..."

Blaine was already nodding his head with that bright grin before he'd even finished speaking. "Totally owe you for this. Yeah I know."