A/N: Welcome to your 4x10 Christmas Episode Seblaine Companion. Spoilers. (Just the Klaine storyline, unfortunately, but stay tuned for fantastic Artie's It's a Wonderful Life Seblaine AUs, because those are seriously my crack.) If I owned Glee, I wouldn't have given Burt Hummel cancer.

Chapter Fourteen:
Merry Christmas.
Burt Hummel has cancer.

Things were going well for Blaine. He did his classwork, he ran Warbler practices, he set Hunter up on dates, all of whom Hunter seemed to find some kind of flaw in. Christmas was coming fast, Kurt would be home in a mere week. That's when the phone call came.

"Hello?" Blaine answered the phone happily.

"Hey," Kurt said. Just his tone of voice made Blaine uneasy.

"What's the matter?" Blaine asked.

"There's really no easy way to say this, because I know how much you were looking forward to getting together, but…" Kurt said. Uh-oh. "I'm not coming back to Lima for Christmas."

"Oh, um, no, it's alright," Blaine said. "I'm sure you're busy and stuff…"

"It's just, I'm trying to save the last few drops of my money for NYADA now…" Kurt said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Blaine said. "College is expensive. It's cool."

"You sound really, really upset," Kurt said.

"I was looking forward to seeing you," Blaine admitted. "But I understand, it's your dream. You belong at NYADA."

"My dad is going with Finn and Carole to Carole's sister's anyway, so it'd be…" Kurt trailed off, realizing he didn't have an end to that sentence. "And she always has too much eggnog and blacks out. Happy Holidays, right?"

"Right," Blaine said. "I totally understand."

"You do?"

"Oh yeah," Blaine said. "It's just nice hearing from you any day."

"I have to go – work, sorry," Kurt said, hurriedly.

"Sure, sure," Blaine said. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Kurt said. They both hung up. Blaine looked across the room. Sebastian had been sitting at his desk, studying for his last midterm when the phone had rung, but was now staring at Blaine, a little concerned.

"That… that was Kurt. He's not coming," Blaine said, completely dejected.

"Hey, hey," Sebastian said. "Who needs him? I'll show you the right way to have Christmas."

"Kurt and I always have Christmas together," Blaine moped. "We have to sing our flirty Christmas duet."

"I don't know if you know this, but I am great at singing flirty duets."

"You can't just pretend to be Kurt and expect me to accept you as my boyfriend or whatever it is you're trying to do."

"Obviously, I have a little more class than that," Sebastian said.

"No you don't," Blaine said, frowning.

"No, to hell with it, of course I don't." Sebastian grinned. "C'mon, give me a chance."

"Maybe," Blaine said. "I'll think about it."

"Hunter is going back to hell, or wherever it is he's from, so it'll be just us," Sebastian announced, slamming his bag down on Hunter's desk and reclining on Hunter's bed. "In fact, I think everyone's going home except you, me, Nick, and Jeff."

"Well, Nick and Jeff are different," Blaine said. "I think they're actually melting into one person. Where they have two different families, I can see where it would be difficult to go home."

"You could go home," Sebastian suggested.

"Why bother? No one there."

"Good," Sebastian said. "The first rule of Sebastian Smythe Christmas is liquor. Fortunately, I've never had a problem getting any, and have filled Hunter's dresser with various contraband. The second rule is hot men. I think between the two of us, we've got that covered."

"Is there a third rule I should be wary of?" Blaine asked.

"Usually there's a lot of sex," Sebastian added. "And where there is plenty of liquor involved, I'm sure that won't be an issue."

"Good, let's start now," Blaine said, throwing his sweater vest across the room. Sebastian, intrigued, jumped out of Hunter's bed, unearthed a bottle of tequila, and quickly took a few swigs from it before handing it to Blaine.

"Not too much," Sebastian reminded him. Blaine was a quick drunk at any rate. He took a quick shot off the top of the bottle, closed his eyes, and shook his head violently from side to side. Then, for good measure, he took a second.

"Alright, that's enough," Blaine said, setting the bottle down on his desk.

That's how they spent the weekend before Christmas. Very early in the morning of Christmas Eve, Blaine's phone rang. He groggily picked it up.

"Hello?"

Sebastian couldn't hear the voice on the other side, but he could gauge Blaine's reactions.

"Hi, Burt. What's up? Is Kurt alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I miss him, sure, but, you know…"
"What?!" Blaine's face suddenly got extremely serious – something must be wrong. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Of-Of course I … um…" Blaine suddenly locked eyes with Sebastian across the dimly lit room.

"Whatever it is, just go," Sebastian whispered.

"Of course I will," Blaine said, almost immediately. "Okay, I'll be there. Thank you, Burt." He hung up the phone.

"When are you leaving?" Sebastian asked. Blaine still looked a little shocked.

"Kurt's dad has prostate cancer. He's flying me to New York to have Christmas with them. I…" He looked hopeless.

"Go. It's the right thing," Sebastian said. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me." He scoffed. "I'm used to it, remember?"

"Someday, I promise you and Kurt will get along better and we can all hang out together," Blaine said, blowing a kiss at Sebastian across the room, before grabbing a towel and two bottles of hair gel. "Until then, I'll have to play favorites." He ran into the bathroom.

Sebastian flopped on Hunter's bed. It was just like Kurt to sneak in and steal this perfect Christmas back from him. He didn't have a family to go to, and God knows Nick and Jeff wouldn't be up for anything really fun. They might drink with Sebastian, but all hopes any of them may have ever had of a threesome had gone quickly out the window many months ago. The point was, Sebastian had promised to try monogamy, promised he wouldn't go to Scandals without a chaperone anymore, promised that he'd try to be a better person. For Blaine. The same Blaine that was now ditching him for that stupid gay-faced penguin.

Blaine came rushing out of the bathroom, wrapped in the towel, his hair perfectly styled. He pulled on briefs and socks and then hesitated.

"What do I wear?" Blaine asked. "Do I wear normal clothes or my uniform?"

"I'd go with normal clothes. If you have any pants that are actually long enough, I'd go with that, preferably black. It's cold outside," Sebastian advised.

"We are going skating," Blaine said.

"Bring a coat. And don't forget your Dalton scarf. It really is cold outside."

"Baby it's cold outside," Blaine sang happily as he got dressed, and threw a few more outfits into his bag. "Gosh your lips look delicious… Waves upon the tropical shore… How can you do this thing to me? Think of my life long sorrow… If you got pneumonia and died… Oooh, baby it's cold outside!"

"You are the most beautiful person in the whole world," Sebastian said.

"You're totally just saying that," Blaine said. "I will be back in a few days. Don't get into any trouble." With that, he was gone.

Sebastian slumped into Hunter's bed, wishing he'd taken someone's advice in his life and learned the female part to Baby It's Cold Outside. Ignoring the fact that he'd eventually have to get up and wash Hunter's sheets, he decided to go back to sleep, Blaine's singing still echoing in his ears.

When Sebastian woke up later, it was to someone violently pounding on his door. Not knowing who it was, he wrapped himself in a sheet and answered it.

"Get up, you can't spend Christmas Eve in your room," Nick said. "Where's Blaine?"

"On his way to New York by now, I'd imagine," Sebastian grumbled. "He went to see Kurt."

"Good," Jeff said, inviting himself and his partner into the room. "They need to get back together."

"Thanks for the support, as always," Sebastian said, sarcastically. "Why are you here?"

"You have to get out of this room," Nick said. "We're going to Breadstix, because the Apocalypse didn't happen, and Sam invited us, because he got married, and anyway, you're coming with."

"I don't like Sam, or really either of you, so I think I'll pass," Sebastian said.

"I don't think I asked," Jeff said. "Put on one of those ridiculous polo shirts and let's get going."

"Jesus, what time is it?" Sebastian asked, slowly getting dressed.

"Two-thirty and it's pronounced hey-seuss," Nick said.

"What took you so long?" Sam asked. "Where's Blaine?"

"New York. He went to see Kurt," Jeff said.

"We brought the wretch instead," Nick said, jerking his thumb toward Sebastian.

"I just found out Brittany and I aren't really married," Sam said.

"Shocking," Sebastian commented.

"The good news is that the world didn't end, but it's going to September 27, 2014."

"Oh, it is, is it?" Sebastian asked. Sam nodded, entirely convinced of this. He babbled on for what seemed like hours. Several times, Sebastian had to stop himself from vigorously shaking this kid who seemed to only get stupider each time they met.

Once Nick and Jeff finally conceded and decided to go back to Dalton, Sebastian made the executive decision not to leave his room again until Blaine got back, and he certainly wasn't answering the door again. Sebastian spent the last few hours until midnight reading. Around half past tomorrow, he got a text – from Blaine. Merry Christmas. Thanks. Sebastian didn't reply.

Alternately, Sebastian slept, watched junk TV, and half-heartedly practiced the steps to the number they were producing for the first week back from vacation. Completely lost on time (it was either the 28th or the 29th, he wasn't sure), he finally turned off House, and laid down to sleep. There was a bustle outside the door, and then in came one Blaine Anderson, humming the tune of White Christmas. Sebastian was suddenly wide awake.

"Blaine!"

"Hey!" Blaine exclaimed. "Why are you awake?"

"I don't know, what time is it?" Sebastian asked.

"Quarter of five," Blaine said. "I mean, I'm glad you are. Now I can tell you all about my trip!"

"I thought you'd be staying for New Year's," Sebastian said. "Times Square, you know."

"Nah, Burt was coming back today for a doctor's appointment, and it felt weird to stay there alone with Kurt," Blaine said. "I need to start working on my NYADA application anyway."

"You're going to NYADA?"

"Planning on it," Blaine said. "Why?"

"Oh, nothing," Sebastian shrugged. "I'm going to NYU is all."

"You got in?"

"Not very difficult, I assure you. As long as I manage to finish this school year at Dalton, my father has talked the board of admissions at NYU into accepting me and the new Smythe wing of the library."

"That must be nice for you."

"All I can say is thank God for you and Hunter," Sebastian said. "So, how was your trip?" Blaine smiled, dumping his bag in Hunter's desk chair before climbing on top of the desk.

"Kurt met me at Bryant Park just before midnight. He thought he was picking up his dad's Christmas gift to him, which Burt said, and I'm quoting here, if he didn't like it, he could return it. We went skating and then we had hot chocolate, and then on Christmas Day, we watched basketball, and Kurt read Vogue. How was your Christmas?"

"Blue," Sebastian admitted. "Niff dragged me to Breadstix for some unknown reason on Christmas Eve, and I haven't left this room since I got back."

"Exciting," Blaine said. "Shall we get back to our celebration?"

"Why so eager?"

"Spending all that time at Kurt's made me realize something," Blaine said, kicking off his shoes.

"And what might that be?"

"I must either be really fucking stupid to give him up, or just really fucking into you."

Hunter came back from his vacation on New Year's Eve, around noon. He noted his bed looked absolutely rampaged and that Sebastian and Blaine didn't look even the slightest bit ashamed about it. Niff showed up at some point during the afternoon to drag Sebastian, Blaine, and their liquor to the common room for a New Year's celebration. Trent was already back as well. Hunter agreed to come to the party, as long as it was kept quiet so that he could read.

The night wore on, and everybody but Hunter got steadily more intoxicated. They watched Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin Eve with Ryan Seacrest, and were happily astonished when Fergie introduced Flo-Rida.

"Hunt, he's singing your song on TV!" Blaine called. Hunter refused to get up, but the other Warblers rallied around him, warbling on pitch and dancing his choreography until Hunter got up and finished the song with them. Later on that night, the Wanted sang Glad You Came, and the Warblers were only too happy to teach Sebastian's old choreography to Blaine and Hunter.

Then at midnight, the two couples in the room shared New Year's kisses, indicating they would be together for the whole year to come – or at least… Niff would, no questions asked. Sebastian and Blaine could only hope.

A/N: Last second addition there to the end. I was watching NYRE and couldn't help it. It was just like... every song they did was on Glee. My dad was yelling at me, "Songs aren't split into two categories, songs that have been on Glee, and songs that haven't been on Glee." My response? "No, it's four categories. On Glee, Not on Glee, Should be on Glee, and Never ever ever should have been on Glee." That last category only has a few songs in it, like Poker Face and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

Samantha.