A/N Thank you to all of you who gave such wonderful words of encouragement. I'd like to give a shout out especially to my lovely guests Jov, Lurker and Cal as I couldn't thank you in person. I had written some of this chapter a long time ago now and I hope you won't be too shocked by it's contents. I'm sorry I've gone all Downton Abbey on you... I felt I had to do this chapter so that a certain former Warbler (Sebastian) could start his redemption story and I felt it had to be something really shocking for it to happen as he treats things as a big joke...

WARNING: some of you may find the contents of this chapter distressing. I apologise in advance if this upsets anyone who has experienced something similar or doesn't like the contents inside this chapter. I'm sorry! Don't hate me! Please carry on reading, it does have a happy ending. I promise. :D

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Chapter Twenty One

Sam woke up to a ticklish sensation across his chest. Looking down he saw Blaine's head resting on his chest as he lay across Sam's left side. Blaine's left hand lay flat next to his face, his mouth slightly open as he slept soundly using Sam as his pillow, his breath tickling Sam as it came out slow and steady. Sam's mouth curved upwards into a smile, and he reached across with his right hand to brush Blaine's dark curls from his face. As Sam cupped Blaine's head in his hand after brushing the hair from his face, his thumb tracing small circles over his beautiful lovers face, Blaine started to stir next to him. Sam watched Blaine's long lashes blinking as he opened his eyes and leant his head back to look up at Sam, a smile stretching across his face. They had spent every morning since that night almost a week ago in each others arms as they fell asleep and woke up to look into each others eyes wondrously. Neither boy had felt utter contentment the way that they did with each other.

Blaine's heart swelled at seeing his Sam as the first thing he woke up to. His kind, caring, compassionate Sam. The man he had given everything to. His heart, his body, his soul. Blaine never wanted this feeling to go away. He wanted to stay in Sam's arms forever. To be by his side for the rest of their days. To grow old together and live in the rickety cabin that Sam had talked about, with their dogs and their grandchildren at their feet. Blaine couldn't imagine anything more perfect then that. But then anywhere with his Sammy would be perfect.

"Hon, I'm gonna get up and have a bit of a work out." Sam told him, breaking their loving silence.

"Do you have to go? You could get a work out with me." Blaine responded, moving so he was pinning the larger boy down.

"Blaine. Come on. I need a workout, and you need a shower. Aren't you at all uncomfortable?" Sam asked him, though his smile was still stuck on his face at seeing all the exquisite contours of Blaine's body.

"I'll have a shower after."

"Blaine!" Sam tried to reply sternly, but when Blaine was kissing his collarbone he could never think straight.

"Ok, alright. I'll go shower. You're right, I'm all gross and yes, it's uncomfortable." Blaine sighed as he shuffled out of bed towards the shower as Sam chuckled to himself.

"I'll come back if I have time or I'll meet you at breakfast?"

"I don't have any classes this morning so I'm sleeping in for a bit. Maths has been cancelled as Mr O'Conners is out sick all week."

"How is that fair?" Sam grumbled. Blaine was really good at maths, Sam sucked and hated it. If anyone should get time off of that hideous subject it should be Sam. It was Blaine's turn to chuckle at his boyfriend.

"You know, you could always ditch and come find me. You know where I'll be." Blaine looked across at his bed.

"Maybe. If you're lucky." Sam grinned at him, flinging his workout clothes on haphazardly and taking his change of clothes in his duffel bag so he could shower and change before breakfast. "Don't forget to eat something though!" Sam yelled as he jogged out the room, closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, yeah." Blaine said under his breath as he walked into their shared bathroom to take a shower and clean the after effects of last nights lovemaking off of him.

Blaine returned back to his comfy bed and had snuggled under the covers, promptly falling asleep once more. He had no idea what the time was when he felt a hand slowly and gently trail itself down his back. It sent shivers down his spine and he sighed in contentment. Sam must have come back, either that or he was ditching. Whatever it was, Blaine didn't really care. A smile came over his face and he hummed in pleasure, his eyes still closed as Sam started kissing him all the way down his back, pushing him gently till he was on his stomach. Blaine heard the snap of the lid of lubricant left on his bedside table from the night before and almost giggled at the anticipation of what was to come, only biting his lips stopping him. Blaine could feel Sam quickly stretching him in haste and Blaine's arousal was becoming almost desperate in it's need to have Sam enter him.

"Hurry up, I'm dying here." Blaine heard a chuckle and frowned. That was not Sam laughing. In fact, it was someone else all too familiar. Blaine's eyes snapped open.

"Kurt?"

"Hey honey, who else did you think it would be? I've thought long and hard about what you asked of me and I've come back to say that I think we should give it another go too." Kurt kissed Blaine's cheek as Blaine turned his head to the side to see his ex boyfriend better.

"Kurt, we need to..."

"Shh. I'm giving you a present. I know you've always wanted this and I'm determined to be a better boyfriend to you."

"No Kurt, stop!" Blaine shouted at the boy, but it was too late, Kurt had already thrust his cock deep into Blaine and Blaine, although he struggled a little bit as Kurt pushed his thighs apart, couldn't move enough to stop Kurt.

"Kurt, please. Stop. Please." Blaine chocked out in a sob as he lay on his stomach, feeling Kurt inside him in the most intimate way possible.

"It's all right Blaine. It's alright. Just relax and it'll feel great. You'll love it, I promise." Blaine felt Kurt's hands make circles onto his back in an attempt to comfort him, but it only made the boy tense up further.

"Kurt. Please. I don't want this..." Kurt started thrusting into Blaine and he cried out a wracking sob as Kurt's cock delved further and further into him. All Blaine could do was lay, his head buried into his pillow as the silent tears fell like torrents as Kurt pounded into him from above.

After they had made love, Kurt watched as Blaine, stumbling, his back fully to Kurt so he couldn't see his face, got out of bed and slowly crossed over to the bathroom, closing the door shut once inside, not saying a word. Kurt, satisfied, stretched out and lay in the tangled bedspread thinking about Blaine and smiling. Although Blaine had been quiet, Kurt knew that he had been pleased. He could feel it on the sheets underneath him. I'm so glad we can be this way again.

He hadn't really wanted to be on top at first for Blaine, but now having more sexual experience, found that he quite enjoyed being the one to call the shots, so to speak. And since Blaine had always wanted to change roles, he thought he would give him a nice surprise. He was very grateful that Blaine didn't seem to have classes this morning. He thought he would have to wait for his dark haired lover to come back to his room before seeing him.

Back in March, after the regionals competition was over and Mr Shue and Miss Pillsbury had finally gotten married, Blaine had asked him to reconsider their relationship. That he loved him and that he wanted to get back together. Kurt hadn't said anything at the time. For him, what Blaine had done was still too raw. It had still broken his heart every time he looked into those beautiful golden orbs. But he had done a lot of soul searching. His time with Adam hadn't been as fun, or as satisfying as he had wanted, and Blaine just understood him better. Plus Kurt still loved Blaine. Very much so. And so, despite his better judgement, he had fought with himself and decided to come home and rekindle his love affair with Blaine. During his soul searching, he had realised that he had not been as good or kind to Blaine as he should have been. He had belittled him at times, made him feel small. Especially when he himself was feeling weak or down about something. In his senior year there had been so much to make Kurt feel inadequate and he realised that he had taken it out on the one person he loved the most. He promised himself he was never going to do that again. He would never hurt Blaine ever again. It would be perfect this time.

Blaine stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, just staring at his blotched face, his eyes rimmed red from crying. Sore, and emotionally drained, he could almost still feel Kurt's touches on him, in him, through him. He felt wrong, weird, as though he were no longer himself, but instead a tainted version stood in his place. A darkness spreading over his body. He was unclean. He needed to feel clean again. He twisted quickly and turned the shower on, letting the freezing cold water flow down him. As the sobs surged through him once more, making him gasp for breath his hands flew out to grab a sponge, anything to help him get clean again. However, no matter how long, and how hard he tried rubbing the dirt off of him, it would not come off. It was inside of him. In his heart and he couldn't scrub that clean, ever. Toppling down till he was lying on the floor of the shower, he bought his knees up towards him until he was as small as he could allow himself to be and cried until he exhausted himself. Suddenly his mind snapped.

I need to get out. I can't stay here any more. I can't stay here. I need to get out. Feeling trapped, as though he almost couldn't breathe, Blaine dragged himself out of the shower and flung on whatever clothes he spotted inside the bathroom. Opening the bathroom door with force he ran out of that dark, evil place to anywhere. As long as it was far away from there.

"So you help out how?" Sebastian asked Richard as they both lounged in the commons room, their schedules empty due to Mr O'Connors sickness.

"Well, I help prepare food, and I play games with them, sing karaoke, that sort of thing. It's not dangerous Seb or they wouldn't let me do it. I just wanted to give back, you know, after..." Richard shrugged as he explained what he did when he volunteered at the drug addicts centre. Sebastian nodded his head, impressed with how thoughtful Richard could be.

"Maybe I'll help out sometime." Sebastian mused.

"Really? You would? It's just, you don't seem the volunteer type."

"Well, maybe I want to change." Sebastian frowned. More and more he felt that doing the right thing made him feel good on the inside. He was, to his shock, becoming a better person.

"Is Blaine having a good influence on you or something? I can't see it being anybody else..."

"I guess he is." Sebastian smiled wanly at his sporty friend. Richard, who was smiling widely at Sebastian, noticed something in the corner of his eyes and the smile dropped suddenly.

"My God. What the hell has happened?" Richard started to get up as Sebastian swung his head around to spot what the problem might be. Rushing over to them was Blaine, tears streaking down his already red, splotchy face, his sobs echoing around the room, making the smattering of other people look around in puzzlement at what the drama was about this time. Blaine launched himself into Richard, gripping the boys blazer tightly in closed fists around his back, his head burying itself deep into Richard's shirt.

"Blaine, have you had a fight with Sam?" Richard asked the boy gently and calmly as he was obviously in a state. He wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, who was shaking in his arms, to comfort him, making comforting noises and rubbing his hands up and down Blaine's back to calm him down.

Sebastian walked around to face the back of Blaine, deep furrows etched onto his brow. As he looked over the dishevelled looking boy, who was clearly wearing some of Sam's clothing as it was too big for him, he noticed a stain emerging from where his bottom protruded. Sebastian's warning bells alarmed inside of him and he immediately took action.

"Get him to my room. Now Richard." He barked out in command and Richard, his eyes widening at the seriousness of Sebastian's tone, did as he was asked, and quickly.

Once the three boys were inside Sebastian's room, Blaine instantaneously went and curled up on the bed, sobbing into Sebastian's pillow.

"Richard, can you go and get Blaine some of his clothes, and whilst you're at it, if Sam is in there, I want a word with him."

"Umm, sure Seb. Whatever you say." Richard, flustered as he didn't know what was happening, walked rapidly out the room in search of clothes for Blaine. Once Richard was gone, Sebastian turned to his friend and perched himself on the end of the bed.

"Blaine. Sweetie. I need to have a look and see why you're bleeding. Do you mind if I undress you?" Blaine, shaking from the fear, sorrow, pain and guilt he was feeling, nodded mutely as the tears ran down his face. Sebastian, fearing the worst, took hold of Blaine's sweat pants that had been stained by what Sebastian thought was blood and gently pulled them down Blaine's legs. As Blaine winced in pain, Sebastian's heart dropped. He could see the bruises on the inside of Blaine's thighs starting to show, and, after turning Blaine onto his side saw that Blaine had scrubbed himself raw near his anal hole.

"Oh Blaine. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." A stray tear escaped Sebastian's eyes as he pulled the small, fragile looking boy towards him, knowing full well what he had just been through. Images flashed through Sebastian's mind of the time when his nanny had roughly pinned him down, touching him in ways that were still deeply disturbing and rooted into the heart of Sebastian's physique. When she grabbed at his upper legs, touching him in places that were private, playing, toying with him. Sebastian couldn't believe that Sam was now doing the same to Blaine. Hadn't he known that Blaine loved him, worshipped him? Why would he want to ruin all that?

"I cheated on him. I cheated Sebastian." Blaine hiccuped into the boy as he rocked his friend back and forth.

"What do you mean, my darling?" Sebastian asked, confused at what Blaine was saying. Is that why Sam did this? But why would Blaine cheat? None of it seemed to make any sense.

"He won't want me any more. I'm dirty." Blaine wailed into Sebastian's chest.

"No you aren't Blaine. Tell me what happened."

"I thought it was Sam, I thought it was Sam." He cried out, tears still flowing thickly, in torrents down his handsome features.

"So Sam didn't do this to you?" Sebastian asked gently, worry etching his voice. If Sam didn't do this, then who could it have been?

"No. It was Kurt. I cheated on Sam with Kurt."

"Oh my God..." Kurt forced himself on Blaine? I can't believe I'm hearing this...

"Listen to me Blaine. You did not cheat on Sam. Did you ask Kurt to stop?" Blaine nodded as his large, wide, innocent eyes looked up into Sebastian's.

"Then you didn't cheat sweetie. Kurt... what he did was wrong, honey. He shouldn't have done that."

"But it felt... good... I came." Blaine wailed into Sebastian's shoulders.

"Shh. That doesn't mean you cheated my darling. It feels wrong, I know. I've been there myself remember, but just because he made you... excited doesn't mean it was cheating. That was just friction my love. I could stick a carrot in and out of there long enough and you would get off on it." When Blaine didn't snort at Sebastian's lame excuse for a joke, he knew he was in serious trouble.

Sebastian needed to clean Blaine up and find out if any serious damage had been done, so he scooped up the boy, taking him into the bathroom and started to fill his bath up so he could bathe Blaine. By that point Richard walked back in with Blaine's clothing, looking pale as he started to piece all the bits of the puzzle together.

"Kurt was in there." He quietly told Sebastian, holding out Blaine's clothes for the other boy to take.

"He's still here?" Sebastian demanded darkly.

"Yeah. Why?" Richard asked, needing confirmation of the horrendous thoughts flying around in his head at that precise moment.

"Can you gently wash Blaine? You need to see if he's been torn." Sebastian asked Richard, begging silently with his eyes to the tall boy.

"Wait, what? Why can't you do it? I'd feel weird doing it."

"Then asked Jeff or Nick." Sebastian spat out at him, angry that he wouldn't help their friend who was clearly in need.

"No!" The two boys jumped at Blaine's shout. "I don't want anyone else to know. I can do this myself Richard. I'll be fine. I'm calmer now."

"Do you want me to stay in here, just in case?" Richard asked out of politeness. It wouldn't have been the first time he had seen Blaine naked. They had had P.E. together at Dalton after all. When Blaine nodded to say he would, Sebastian patted Richard on the arm and sprinted off towards Blaine's dorm room, fury bubbling inside him.

Sebastian barrelled into Sam and Blaine's shared room, fury evident on his face. Upon arrival he saw Kurt getting himself dressed.

"Oh for the love of... What are you doing here? Where is Blaine?" Kurt acidly asked of Sebastian, his hands on his hips, still topless.

"You stay the hell away from Blaine. You don't deserve to be anywhere near him." Sebastian yelled at Kurt and bounded up till he was inches away from the other boys face, a threatening look coming over his face. Kurt, not taking Sebastian seriously, stepped back and put his shirt back on.

"Oh, and you're going to be the one to stop me are you? I don't think so." Kurt shock his head, a smirk emerging on his face.

"If you don't get the fuck out of here right now you bastard, I won't be held responsible for my actions." Sebastian spat out, once again looming over Kurt.

"Oooh, I'm so scared Sebastian. What are you going to do? Post naked pictures of me on the internet? Slushy me? Let's face it, you are not scary at all. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to find my boyfriend."

I don't think so."

"Actually I do." Kurt pushed his way past Sebastian, knocking Sebastian back onto his heals. Seeing red, Sebastian grabbed Kurt's arm and turned him around quickly, swinging his left hand back and punching Kurt directly in his face. Upon hearing a sickening crack emit and pain erupt from his hand, he at first thought that he had broken his hand, but looking up into Kurt's face, he saw blood streaming out of the boys nose. Kurt's eyes, wide in terror, stumbled back a little until he turned and rapidly fled the room.

Sebastian breathed out the breath he didn't realise he was holding in as his anger dissipated. A stray tear falling idly down his face as he thought of the pain his best friend was in. It was nothing compared to the dull ache in his hand. If only he could do more...