A/N: I may have developed an unhealthy obsession with riker lynch and his brothers over the last five minutes. That being said, here have another chapter. Warning, it's pretty painful.

Chapter Twenty-Five:
Goose Chase

Blaine didn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned all around in Sebastian's bed. He thought it would give him security, it even still smelled like him, but it didn't. Kurt was spending the night too, he had Blaine's bed up top. Twice in the night, Blaine got up to puke. He heard Hunter do the same. He didn't hear Kurt get up, but could tell he wasn't sleeping. Finally, the sun began to rise and Blaine got up, not caring what time it was. He didn't bother to take a shower, he didn't feel like it. He wanted to find Sebastian. He had to tell him it didn't matter what had happened before, not to him. He moved silently to his desk, began throwing things into his bags at random. It was the day they all had to move out anyhow (they all had to be gone by the next morning), might as well get it over with. Sebastian's phone was on his nightstand; wherever he was, it wouldn't do any good to text him.

"What do we do if he doesn't come back for his stuff?" Hunter asked.

"Box it up, take it to my house," Blaine replied quietly. "It all has to go to our apartment anyhow."

"You're still moving to New York with him?" Kurt asked.

"If he'll have me," Blaine said.

"Pack of cigs," Sebastian ordered of the man behind the counter, throwing his ID and some cash onto the counter. The man stared at him.

"What kind?" the man asked.

Sebastian indicated his choice and added, "A lighter too." Once out of the convenience store, he lit up. He thought it would feel good, doing something Blaine had deprived him of, but really it just made him miss Blaine that much more. He threw the barely used cigarette to the ground and put it out with his shoe. Looking around, he sighed. This wasn't home, not anymore. He quickly walked the few blocks back to the office he'd come from.

Thomas Smythe, Attorney at Law

He wasn't thrilled to be back with his father, but the man did get him into NYU, not that he particularly wanted to go anymore. The Smythes had so much money, Sebastian didn't need to go to college, he didn't need to have a job, heck he didn't even need to stay in the States, but he really didn't like François any more than he liked his father, and solo trans-Atlantic flights were depressing. More than anything, he wished Blaine was here. He could show him Chicago, walk the beat, kiss at the top of the Sears Tower, see a Cubs game or something, anything.

Deciding not to return to his father's office, Sebastian hailed the next cab he saw and headed to the burbs, specifically to the school he'd gone to. Once there, he let the cab drive off and just sat outside the building, sitting on the curb, crying. It was abandoned, apparently shut down because of asbestos, condemned, to be torn down the next month.

"I just don't know what to do," Blaine said, staring at his coffee cup. He didn't really want it, but it was nice to have something to hold in his hand.

"Is this a job for Nightbird and the Blonde Chameleon?" Sam asked, hopefully. Blaine shook his head. Sam looked down at the table, dejected.

"No," Blaine said. "My parents won't be home for a week and a half, I'll probably just get drunk at my house."

"Blaine, if I may be so bold," Kurt said. Blaine didn't respond, so Kurt continued. "There is no feeling you can drink away. I thought I taught you that."

"It's possible that you did tell me that," Blaine said. "Doesn't mean I don't want to try."

"Have you thought of looking for Sebastian?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine grunted. "If you really love him, you have to try."

"What the hell do you know about love," Blaine shot back, not realizing, really, who he was talking to. Kurt sat up a little straighter, trying to think of an appropriate response to that, but before he could, Blaine answered himself. "Sorry, that was stupid. I'm just frustrated. How could he think I could just give him up like that?"

"Probably because he's not used to having someone there for him," Kurt replied. "This is Sebastian we're talking about. His entire laundry list of relationships before you consisted of drunken one night stands." Blaine's head snapped up at that and it finally hit him deep for the first time: every single one of his friends had been with his boyfriend.

"Where are Nick and Jeff?" Blaine asked.

"I think they're still at Dalton," Kurt said, checking his watch.

"Let's go," Blaine said, standing up, seizing Kurt's arm, and dragging him from the McDonalds. Kurt had point-blank refused to go to the Lima Bean. The drive back to Westerville was excruciatingly long and Blaine wondered why Sebastian had bothered to make it so often just to see him. Then that hit him as well.

"What's going on?" Nick asked, when he answered the door. His clothes were rumpled and his hair was all out of place… Blaine had obviously just interrupted something private. He found he didn't care.

"Where's Sebastian?" Blaine asked.

"How should we know?" Nick asked.

"Chicago," Jeff grunted. Nick, Blaine, and even Kurt turned to stare at him. He rolled groggily out of bed and even though he was still mostly clothed, he looked positively debauched. They had clearly interrupted something very private.

"How…" Nick half-asked his boyfriend.

"Hunter left this morning to find him," Jeff replied. "He'll be getting there soon. I will tell you as soon as I have more details, now please remove yourselves, this is Nick's and my last day together for a while." Jeff reached over Nick's shoulder and shut the door in Blaine and Kurt's faces. Blaine had never seen either Jeff or Nick grumpy, but he'd also never almost walked in on them doing the nasty. Blaine reluctantly retreated to his own room with Kurt.

"Chicago's four hours from here," Kurt said quietly. Blaine didn't say anything. "Why Chicago?"

"He went home," Blaine said, blankly. He sat on his bed, not believing.

Sebastian stood up from the curb, determined for some reason. He kicked his way into the condemned building, walking down the once-familiar halls, smiling as he passed his various classrooms, stopping short outside the janitor's closet. There it was, door ajar in the abandoned building. He kicked the door open with much more force than was necessary. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. Sebastian was overwhelmed and fled the building.

He ran all the way to his father's house, more than a few miles, but it felt good to run, to ache, to burn with the need for air and water. He practically crashed through the back door of the house. He ran all the way up to his room. It barely belonged to him anymore, but he'd dropped his backpack that was all he'd brought with him from Dalton on his bed when he'd gotten there that morning. Now he pulled his laptop from it, setting the computer on his old desk. He waited impatiently for it to connect to the internet then searched for Luis Alvarez, hoping to find the facebook or twitter of the man who had tormented him. Instead he was linked to the Illinois State Sex Offender Registry.

What a wonderful thing, the registry, really. Up to date address, still in the area. Sebastian committed the address to memory and without thinking was jogging down the road again.

"You okay?" Kurt asked. Blaine didn't answer, just continued packing everything in the room into one of three boxes: "B", "S", or "H". "Probably stupid to ask. I guess I know how you feel." Still no answer. Sighing, Kurt walked to Blaine's closet and began folding his clothes so they wouldn't wrinkle. "What do you like about him?"

"We were in love, I don't need a reason," Blaine said.

"No, I'm sure you don't need one, but… I know you have one," Kurt replied.

"You're just trying to fish 'why him not me' out of me and I don't want to do this right now," Blaine said, frowning at the "S" box in front of him.

"No, I'm not," Kurt said.

"I know you're different. You're very different from each other," Blaine said. "I like that you're different, it doesn't give me much room to compare. Like, as in literally, the only two things you have in common are cocks and a mutual interest in me. And you're both so tall…"

"So, from what I've gathered, you are into guys who are tall, have cocks, and are interested in you," Kurt summarized. "Seeing how short and adorable you are, that's every guy in the world. Except Thad."

"Kurt, please," Blaine sighed. "I don't know why him and not you."

"I didn't ask!" Kurt insisted.

"You didn't have to," Blaine said. "It was implied."

"How can you date someone who voluntarily wears two popped collars?" Kurt practically screamed, his high-pitched voice getting almost supersonic.

"I don't know, I never noticed," Blaine said, chucking a few more things into an "H" box before wrenching open Sebastian's closet and starting to fold all his clothes. "I was more focused on other things."

"Like what?"

"Like, I don't know, trying to keep my mouth from expelling word vomit," Blaine said.

"Does that happen very often?" Kurt asked.

"You have no idea," Blaine replied.

Sebastian jogged down the sidewalk, slowing as he reached an intersection. He looked left down the street, then right, then turned right and walked a little farther, he was close to his destination now. What was he even going to say? What would he do? Luis hadn't been caught with Sebastian, but it wasn't long after that he had been caught with some other poor little boy, maybe the same year in the same closet. Sebastian should be finding that boy. Odds are they'd known each other. According to the internet, Luis had gone to juvie, then reform school.

Hold up. A car had just driven by, a black SUV with Colorado plates. Sebastian didn't think, just walked up to it as it pulled to a stop near the curb. Sebastian heard the passenger door unlock, and he opened the door, got inside.

It was silent as they drove away. Way too silent, but Sebastian was determined not to say anything.

"Why do you do things?" Hunter finally asked. Sebastian didn't respond. He didn't even want to think enough to wonder how Hunter had found him. "Seriously, why do you do things?"

"Why the fuck do you think?" Sebastian finally spat. "I am clearly unbalanced and not worthy of companionship."

"So you ran away," Hunter summarized. "Didn't even give a reason, just ran out like the coward you are."

"I am not–" Sebastian seethed, but stopped midsentence, trying to get a handle on himself. He pulled his seatbelt on and clicked it. "I'm not a coward."

"Yes, you are," Hunter said. "You run, you always run. When you realized you had some feelings after all, what did you do? You ran to Scandals. What did you do when you were so close to baring your whole soul one night? You ran to Scandals. What are you doing here? Running. Because you think Blaine doesn't love you anymore."

"He can't love me anymore," Sebastian said. "No one loves me, I'm a loner."

"You are loved, Sebastian, why can't you see that?" Hunter said.

"Because no one loves me!" Sebastian shouted. "Not my parents, not you, not Blaine, not anybody."

"Well, that is just boohockey," Hunter said. "First of all, I don't just take five hour joyrides to Chicago for my health. You're my best friend, and I don't see that changing. Secondly, Blaine is going nuts, so if you wouldn't mind getting out my phone and texting Jeff that I've found you, I'd appreciate it. Now, I don't know your parents, and I can't say for your dad, but from the way you talk to your mother, I'd say she loves you."

"The way I talk to my– what, do you just eavesdrop on all my phone conversations? And we talk in French 98% of the time, how do you even know what we're saying?"

"Je parle français très bien," Hunter said. "Maintenant, dis-moi pourquoi tu penses Blaine ne t'aime pas."
(I speak French very well. Now tell me why you think Blaine doesn't love you.)

"Il ne peut pas m'aimer," Sebastian replied, the French rolling off his tongue. It had been his first language, after all.
(He cannot love me.)

"Pourquoi?" Hunter asked.
(Why?)

"I don't fucking need a reason, Clarington, stop it," Sebastian spat, crossing his arms and looking out the window.

"Nick and Jeff told us about Michael week," Hunter said.

"I don't care if the car is moving, I am fully capable of jumping out without getting hurt," Sebastian said.

"And where are you going to go?" Hunter asked.

"Wherever the fuck I want," Sebastian responded.

"But you won't," Hunter replied.

"And why won't I?" Sebastian asked.

"Because you're holding my phone," Hunter said. Sebastian scowled at Hunter, then continued scrolling through Hunter's contacts to find Jeff.

"You know too many people," Sebastian said. "Are these in any kind of order? How do I alphabetize them?"

"Entre nous," Hunter said, then dropped his voice to a whisper even though there was no need. "Your boyfriend is cray-cray."
(Between us…)

"Oh, hush," Sebastian said, finally finding 'Jeffrey Sterling' in Hunter's contacts, then typing a simple Mission Accomplished into the text message and sending it. Then he went back to sorting through Hunter's contacts. "Talk to Lisa often?" Sebastian smirked.

"Once or twice," Hunter shrugged.

"Disappointed that she's not your arranged wife?" Sebastian teased.

"You sure don't take long to warm up, do you?" Hunter asked. "And no, I'm not. Lisa's nice, but I trust my mother's judgment. Courtney will be lovely, I'm sure."

"Really?" Sebastian asked. Hunter didn't reply. "I'd say very-remotely-bicurious-Hunter-Clarington isn't ready to meet his future wife yet."

"Doesn't matter if I'm ready or bicurious, really," Hunter said plainly. "We are betrothed, and so we shall be wed."

"You haven't even met her," Sebastian insisted. "You don't know what she smells like!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hunter asked.

"You have to know what she smells like," Sebastian said. "You just do."

"It's none of your business," Hunter grumbled.

"It's your silly family tradition, and I'm not arguing with it," Sebastian said. "How long after you meet her is the wedding, dare I ask?"

"After my graduation from West Point," Hunter replied. "You'll be issued an invitation, don't you worry."

"What if I don't want to come?" Sebastian asked.

"Something tells me Blaine loves weddings."

"I don't know!" Blaine sighed, now very frustrated. He'd entirely given up on packing for the time being, just laying on Sebastian's bed. "Why are you asking?"

"Forget I asked," Kurt said, sighing, putting all of Blaine's folded clothes into a box and writing 'Blaine's Clothes' on it.

"This isn't us, Kurt," Blaine said. "We never fight, why are we doing this?"

"I'm not fighting," Kurt replied. "You worked yourself up, and you've been yelling at me for the last fifteen minutes." Blaine was saved having to come up with a reply by two bangs on the wall from Niff's room.

"What?" Blaine yelled.

"Hunter found him!" Jeff yelled.

"Hunter's a good friend," Kurt observed.

"He's not as innocent as he seems," Blaine said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt asked. "He's straight."

"No, he really isn't," Blaine replied.

"Have I ever given you reason to doubt my gaydar?" Kurt asked, putting his hand on his hip in a move that was so Kurt that Blaine had to shake his head to get the image out of the front of his brain.

"Of course not, but I'm telling you Hunter is definitely still into Sebastian," Blaine said.

"And I'm telling you that he definitely is not," Kurt argued.

"Jeff!" Blaine yelled, banging twice on the wall.

"Little busy!" Nick replied.

"Well, hurry up!" Blaine yelled. They didn't have to wait long, Nick and Jeff were walking through the propped-open door of Blaine's room a minute later. "That was really fast."

"We hadn't started the next round yet," Nick grumbled, arms crossed.

"Good, stick around, plant a cheek, let's chat," Blaine said, gesturing around at the more than enough seating space for them. Nick sat grudgingly in one of the desk chairs. Jeff opted to remain standing.

"Unless this is about you and Kurt and your imminent make-up and return to relationship status, I don't feel like discussing it," Jeff huffed.

"Okay, that," Kurt (of all people) said. "Let's talk about that. Why are you two so obsessed with us?"

"If you couldn't tell, we hate Sebastian," Nick said, "with the passion of two thousand fiery suns."

"He's alright," Jeff conceded, "but he's no you."

"Except the two of you, as far as I know, willingly had a threesome with him," Blaine reminded them.

"A lapse in our better judgment," Nick admitted. "Okay, a lapse in my judgment. This one has no judgment skills." He jabbed his thumb at his boyfriend, who made a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a sigh.

"Three times," Jeff said.

"Three times what?" Kurt asked, confused.

"I don't want to talk about it, I just realized my filter isn't on," Jeff said.

"Is your filter ever on, J?" Nick asked.

"I don't know," Jeff admitted. "They interrupted our alone time, and this is our last day." He pouted.

"Which brings me back to my question, why are you two the captains of the S.S. Klaine?" Kurt asked.

"We did get you together, so I do feel a bit protective," Jeff shrugged.

"Bottom line, Blaine's too good for Sebastian," Nick said.

"Be that as it may," Blaine said, shooting a glare at Nick, "I'm an adult, and I can make my own choices."

"No one's denying that, but are you making the right choice?" Nick asked.

"Doesn't it bother you?" Hunter asked.

"Doesn't what bother me?" Sebastian asked.

"That you've been with hundreds of guys?"

"Why should that bother me? Other people masturbate, I prefer the real thing."

"Before you, I'd never met anyone who was gay," Hunter admitted.

"That's probably a lie, but continue."

"I just never thought we'd become best friends," Hunter shrugged.

"Why not? We're practically perfect for each other," Sebastian said, readjusting in his seat.

"Except I like girls for the most part," Hunter said. "Is it this hard for everybody? How did you know?"

"I told you, I make a point of not discussing my sexuality," Sebastian replied crossly.

"Don't you wonder though? I just don't understand," Hunter said.

"I learned everything I need to know about females from Santana Lopez. That is as much as I am willing to discuss it. Now butt out, Clarington."

"Why don't you discuss it?" Hunter asked.

"I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't have to make a show of telling my dad if I like girls or boys. It's not a fucking big deal. It wouldn't be a big deal if I liked otters instead of people, but that doesn't change the fact that I'd rather tell my dad that I want to marry an otter than tell him I'm gay!" Hunter was quiet. "So, yes, I understand what's going on inside that stupid fat head of yours except for the part where you're willing to join the Army and marry a girl you don't even know to keep your parents happy." There was a long silence.

"I like otters," Hunter finally said. It had been about five minutes since anyone had said anything and his brain was telling him to say something. "Not that I would marry an otter, but I read a book about some otters who lived in a river when I was like six and…" His brain was now telling him to shut up. "Let's never talk about this."

"Agreed," Sebastian sighed.

"How would the two of you like it if I said to your face that I thought you belonged with other people?" Blaine asked.

"That is never going to happen," Jeff said. "Our Niff is untouchable."

"…what?" Kurt whispered to Blaine.

"I'm not entirely sure here, but I think they use the word Niff instead of love," Blaine replied in an undertone.

"Niff is the highest, purest, deepest form of Love that exists in the universe," Jeff explained. Anyone who says Niff isn't their OTP is just kidding themselves. "Love is for noobs. We Niff each other."

"Jeff explained it to me, like, two years ago and it made sense then," Nick said. "Roll with it."

"I appreciate your input on my lovelife, but it's not going to happen, okay?" Kurt said. "Blaine is with Sebastian, and strangely, I'm okay with that." Nick and Jeff stared at him, then looked at each other and shrugged.

"Your life," Nick said. "Why did you call us in here?"

"Hunter," Blaine said. "Straight or gay?"

"Gay," Jeff said.

"Can I say neither?" Nick asked.

"Like bi?" Blaine asked.

"Bisexual is a term that gay guys in high school use when they want to hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for a change," Kurt said. Jeff raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"No, not bi," Nick said. "That would be both. My vote is for neither."

"Why?"

"Because you set him up with, what, eight different girls and Sebastian and he didn't show a lasting interest in any of them," Nick replied.

"Even I have a lasting interest in Sebastian," Jeff said.

"Really, Jeff? Really? On our last day?" Nick asked.

"Sorry, Nicky," Jeff mumbled.

"So, yes, neither," Nick said. "He's going to be married, one way or the other, and he's going into the military. What Hunter is doesn't matter."

"I like that answer," Blaine said.

"Oh, please," Kurt and Jeff said at the exact same time. "He's gay!"

"Regardless," Blaine sighed. "Will the two of you stop trying to push Kurt and I together? It's really offensive, and I'm sure at least partially instrumental in Sebastian's joyride to Chicago."

"Right, it couldn't possibly be because you asked Sebastian to cheat on you so you could get the upper hand on Hunter," Nick said.

"I honestly didn't think he'd blink at it," Blaine said. "He's turned himself around for me, and I appreciate it." Jeff's phone beeped in his pocket and he took it out to look at it. He had a text from Hunter, which read: Does Blaine love me? Jeff frowned at it.

"Blaine, do you–" he began, but then stopped, realizing it was most likely Sebastian with the phone, not Hunter. "Never mind." Jeff replied to the text with: Of course he does, don't be stupid.

"Do I what?" Blaine asked. Jeff shook his head. "Would you at least sit down? You're making me uncomfortable, standing there."

"I'm fine, thanks," Jeff said. A blush crept into Nick's face, though Jeff remained unabashed. Kurt looked between Nick and Jeff.

"Really?" Kurt asked. "I totally thought it was the other way around." Now Jeff started to blush as well. Blaine was completely confused.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, poor, sweet, Blaine," Nick said. "You really are cute."

"Put your eyes away, you're making me uncomfortable," Jeff said to Blaine, who was staring at Jeff, trying to figure out what Kurt was talking about. Blaine looked away. Jeff's phone beeped again, another text: Are you sure? to which Jeff replied, Everyone makes mistakes, Bas.

Hunter's phone buzzed on Sebastian's leg. He read the text off it and snorted.

"See?" Hunter said.

"Everyone makes mistakes," Sebastian said. "God, I've done way worse than make a mistake. I almost killed a man."

"Did you actually say words that could be misconstrued as 'kill yourself'?" Hunter asked. Sebastian scowled, thinking about it.

"I guess not," he finally said. "But I wasn't very nice."

"Anyone who expects you to be nice hasn't met you yet," Hunter replied.

"I'm not that bad, am I?"

"Not since you started dating Blaine," Hunter said. "That's why it confused me so much when you came on to me."

"Yeah, it confused me too," Sebastian said.

"Blaine made the mistake of thinking you wouldn't be affected by that, and he was wrong," Hunter said. "But you forgive him for that."

"I'd forgive him for anything," Sebastian said, barely audible above the hum of the car driving down the interstate.

"And why is that?"

"Because I love him."

"And why wouldn't he do the same?" Hunter asked.

"I guess he would," Sebastian said.

"That being settled, you are going to pay for all the gas it took for me to drive to Chicago and back," Hunter said. Sebastian scowled, dug in his pocket and threw a 100 dollar bill on the dashboard. "You really are rich, aren't you?"

"There was a few rumors going around my old schools that when I was born, I was swaddled in a blanket made of hundred dollar bills, and that every room in my dad's house is carpeted with dollar coins," Sebastian said, shrugging. "It's not true, but it could be."

"Oh!" Blaine finally screeched. Nick and Jeff had left about half an hour ago, continuing their last day together in their room. "Oh, I just got what you said!"

"Wow," Kurt commented. "That took you forty-five minutes. You're gay, Blaine, it shouldn't have taken that long."

"Everyone at Dalton knows Nick tops," Blaine said, as if this was the least awkward thing anyone could talk about. "I think that's what threw me."

"I didn't know," Kurt said. "I don't generally think about other people having sex."

"It's like everyone knows Sebastian tops, it's just a thing," Blaine said, shrugging.

"Sure," Kurt agreed.

"If Sebastian and Hunter were in a relationship, which of them would top?" Blaine asked.

"If you're going to start asking those questions, we're going to have to get Nick and Jeff back in here," Kurt said.

"Good idea," Blaine said. He banged twice on the wall. "Guys!"

"No!" came the simultaneous shout from the next room.

"But I have a really important question!" Blaine whined.

"Don't make us take that trophy back!" Nick yelled.

"Trophy?" Kurt asked.

"Loudest sexual encounter," Blaine said, pointing to Sebastian's desk, where the trophy in question gleamed in the sunlight pouring through the windows.

"Oh my," Kurt said, putting his face in his hands.

It was around six by the time Hunter pulled his SUV into the parking lot at Dalton.

"Blaine's probably in our room," Hunter told Sebastian.

"I… I can't," Sebastian said. Hunter sighed, handed Sebastian the Frappuccino from the cup holder, and then proceeded to slap Sebastian upside the head. "Ow! What the hell?"

"I do not do anything for my health. Get your butt into that room and make up with your boyfriend," Hunter said.

A/N: So. We're almost done here, which is good since I plan to have a full scale breakdown when the show comes back on Thursday.

In an effort to continue to get to know all of my lovely readers, I will ask you a question! What's your OTP? I have the feeling I'm going to get a lot of Seblaines. So tell me! It doesn't have to be from Glee if your otp is from something else. BUT I WANT TO KNOW! :D

Samantha.