Summary: Blaine and Sebastian's night alone doesn't go as planned when Blaine gets some shocking news and Sebastian discovers what's causing Blaine's issues with K's songwriting.

Notes: This chapter picks up at the TBC portion in the previous chapter. The Bella portion happened later in the evening. Like I said in the end notes, I wanted to give Seblaine their moment without worrying over the "what abouts…"

Warning: Mention of a possible death

There is a change from canon in the chapter (very slight...IMO, would have been better). Reasoning explained in end notes.

Who would have a guessed a bath would lead to their first argument as a couple? Not technically the bath itself, but the concept of The Big Spoon.

I am literally a half foot taller than you. Biology makes me the Big Spoon. I sit in the back.

But then I would sit between your legs, stretching your hip. I would much rather use the hot water to relax your hip and stretch it when we go back to bed. And this way I can wash your hair and give you a shoulder massage.

Blaine won

After thorough cleanings of all body parts for the both of them and throwing the sheets into the dryer, Blaine started on dinner while Sebastian made a call to check on Bella. They knew they had a lot to discuss before they could get back to, in Sebastian's words, the good stuff, but this couldn't wait.

"Did you talk to Bella?" Blaine asked as he sat the plates of pasta on the table then lit the candles.

"No, all the girls were watching a movie and I didn't want to disturb her. Is there really a crab named Sebastian in one of Monkey's Princess movies?"

"I can't believe I hadn't thought of it, but yeah, in The Little Mermaid. I take it that's the movie they're watching."

"That's what Molly said. I could hear Monkey and the girls singing You gotta kiss the boy. I hadn't heard that one before but she sounded like she was having fun and Molly said she wasn't having any of her anxiety issues."

Blaine began to laugh "The song is actually Kiss the Girl but since the crab's name is Sebastian my daughter must have felt the need to set things straight…so to speak."

"Our daughter"

"Bas…"

"I know" Sebastian sighed. "We're going to let her come to that conclusion organically."

Blaine reached across the table and took his hand. "We're telling her about us in 2 days at her birthday dinner. She's going to be so happy it will take her less than a week to start planning our wedding and ask when she's getting adopted."

It was Sebastian's turn to laugh "She knows about us. Everyone at the farm does and I wouldn't be surprised if the Martins do too."

"What?...I mean…" Blaine turned the brightest shade of red Sebastian had ever seen "The farm is over a mile away. Were we that loud?"

It took Sebastian a moment to compose himself

"Oh my God…No! Molly said, ever since Supergirl ended, you and I have become Nana's favorite ship and she drug Monkey, her great-granddaughters and Sissy Martin in with her. The Old Coot told our girl that if we were ever going to sail our ship, she'd have to be let us be alone to kissy-face. We wouldn't do it the first time with her around because, and I quote, grown-ups are weird. Thankfully Nana cleaned up her language."

"That was what got Bella over her fear of letting you out of her sight after your blackout? Not her love of horses? I bought her 2 horses for her birthday!"

"Evidently, after you called and told Monkey she was spending the night at the farm, she ran around yelling Our ship has sailed, our ship has sailed!"

Blaine groaned before taking a drink of water. "She and I have been talking about where to go when we left Dalton. I have to go back to NYC for a couple days and sign for my inheritance but then, because I heard her talking about ships with the girls, I arranged for us to stay at family cabin in Aspen for a month. I thought she meant boats because she likes watching them on the lake when she Zooms with my mom on Sundays."

Sebastian appeared taken aback, and hurt, by Blaine's statement. "How did I not know of this?"

"Because until a few hours ago, my planning revolved around protecting my heart from you, even though the act was futile. And as far as I knew, once you left here, you were going to visit Carole in DC for a couple of weeks and let her introduce you to people who work in renewable energy."

Ok, that made sense but obviously plans had changed. Right? But first… "Were you planning on taking Monkey to NYC because…"

"Of course not. Just because lockdown will be over, it doesn't mean things will be safe and NYC was the epicenter of the virus. I thought about leaving Bella with Rachel in Lima for those 2 days."

Not what Sebastian was expecting. "You were going to leave Monkey with Rachel and not asking me?"

"Again, we were leaving Dalton and going our separate ways, although remaining friends this time. I was still going to help you with K's notebook but we didn't have to be together to do that, especially if I was theoretically trying not to fall in love with you…which I already was, if you hadn't guessed."

Sebastian's face lit up with his infamous smirk "You might have mentioned it."

"And you know Rachel, but really Rachel and Jesse, and I have been talking, trying to get back to a good place. Rachel didn't know biological mother growing up and when she just appeared one day, it caused a lot of problems. I want Bella to have a good relationship with her biological mother. That's something you'll have to accept, like Rachel will have to accept my relationship with you."

Sebastian didn't know how much he needed to hear that last part until Blaine said it. "Isn't Rachel's biological mother Shelby? The woman Bella took acting classes from?"

"Rachel and Shelby have a relationship now but it took a lot of work. Unfortunately, none of that matters. What matters is I was just beginning to feel maybe I could trust Rachel with Bella again after what happened at the dedication and…BOOM! I get the Zoom from Kurt."

"I thought you were sure Tina gave Kurt your information."

"I am, that doesn't exclude Rachel in some role." Blaine let out a sigh of frustration. "Besides you, Sam and Marley, Dave and Paul, the Hendersons and Martins, Carol and my Trust Attorney, I don't know who I can trust anymore. Maybe Coop, but he hasn't been on the inside, so I don't know. Mom…I love her, she's my mom, but trust…no, and not just because of the alcohol."

Sebastian knew how he felt. His former best friend and the man he once considered his surrogate father had planned to (involuntarily) send him to a rehab center. And don't get him started on his actual father. "Why would Tina do what she did? I mean, she's Monkey's Godmother. At some point you must have trusted her above those other losers...except Sam, of course."

"Not nice, and I did, even with her one-time misguided crush. I think what made her snap was two-fold. First was she couldn't keep a secret…ever. That's why I never told her where Bella and I are. She didn't see it that way. She saw it as I decided only one person could know and it was Sam. I couldn't convince her otherwise. Yes, Sam and I are closer, but I never…"

"B…" Sebastian stopped the rant. He could hear the pain in Blaine's voice and it broke his heart. "What was the second reason? I understand jealousy but I don't see that as a catalyst for her to go to the dark side and give Hummel your info."

Blaine leaned over and kissed him. "A Star Wars reference? I knew I loved you. And the second reason was money. One of the conditions of Stanley's Trust is anytime anyone asks for money personally I have to say no."

"I remember. And I also remember you said Tina had asked you for money in the beginning."

"Not just the beginning, multiple times. She's not the only person who did but the others only asked once. She asked again the other day but this time it was a ridiculously high number compared to her other requests."

"How much?"

"$2 million"

That didn't sit right with Sebastian. "B, that's the same as the donation to the auditorium and the remodel on your NYC apartment. How would she know the amount? Did Sam or Schuester say something?"

"No. The it was part of the donation the amount couldn't be disclosed and Kurt knew better."

"Did he? She may be your friend, but you have to…"

"Call my Trust Attorney." Before Blaine could continue the buzzer on the dryer sounded. "Why don't we do this? I'll take care of the dishes and make the bed while you go to your place…"

"Why?" Sebastian whined "It's not like I need any clothes."

"I was thinking you might want to grab some of your medicine so when we get to (air quotes) exploring our bodies, your hip will be more cooperative. Also, grab your cannabis cream and something to wear in the morning. But, do change into something comfy. We're not going to bed right away."

"Why not?"

"Because I want you on speaker when I call Mr. Barnes about Tina. I'm also going to tell him we're together and I want everything with Kurt out in the open. I think Top 5 on our list of rules should be never mentioning my ex in bed." Sebastian pulled him into a kiss so unexpectedly passionate, he momentarily forgot everything he had just said "Um…"

"Don't worry, Killer. I'll give you a few minutes to catch your bearings."

The first thing Sebastian did when he reached his apartment was send Dave a Talk tomorrow. Killer waiting text only to instantly receive a 😊 in return.

Next, he messaged Wes, the only Warbler other than Trent to know Blaine was at Dalton. He told him to call his mom and ask what happened between him, his dad and Trent. At the time, he didn't feel Wes needed to know of the plan to involuntarily put him in a rehab center through lockdown. There was nothing he could have done about it except be pissed off. However, he did want the Junior Montgomery to hear the story from his mother and not his father. Bev would definitely tell it from Sebastian's POV, giving Senior Montgomery no mercy.

And then he asked for Wes to immediately send a text to all other Warblers to ignore any contact from Trent. That Hummel had raised his ugly head and he was being dealt with by Blaine's lawyers (which he couldn't explain yet). The Warblers all had to trust him on this…shut up, sit back and let Blaine's lawyers handle it. They were some cut-throat sons-of-bitches who would make Xavier Smythe jealous. He hoped using Xavier's name demonstrated how serious he was.

Thankfully, from Wes' response, it did.

While he changed, he took the time to smoke a joint so he was "fully medicated" but grabbed a couple of Nana's brownies for after "exploring". As he packed some clothes and toiletries, he stopped to stare at the picture taped above his dresser. It was the one Bella gave him when she thought she and Blaine were leaving to go stay with Rachel.

They had only met the day before but he'll never forget what she said.

That's you, me and Daddy. We safe and happy

His daughter really was the most brilliant child in the entire universe. She had known all along they belonged together. And he had felt from the beginning he couldn't let them leave. Why had this taken so long for him to figure out?

Upon his arrival back at Blaine's, Sebastian saw his newly established partner(?), boyfriend(?), significant other(?), fiancée(?)…Ok, they were going to have to put this high on the discussion list…on the phone with his laptop in front of him.

"No, I'm not happy…Yes, I understand why…Monday at 10AM. Both Bas and I will be here…Fine, me at 9:30AM, the both of us at 10AM but I want him here too…No, I'm going to tell Bas. And you're going to look into what I told you about Tina?...Thank you. Good night, Mr. Barnes."

Well, that was strange. "Hey, B" Sebastian put down his bag and went to sit next to Blaine, giving him a light kiss, not to let the moment get carried away. "I thought you wanted us to call your attorney together to talk about Tina and Kurt?"

"I didn't call him, he called me." Blaine looked to the floor and took a deep breath. "Before we go any further, I have to tell you something. Mr. Barnes said something he thought I was aware of but I swear I had no idea…I mean, I should have, it's just the Trust is so big and Stanley's Estate, parts of which I have nothing to do with right now…"

"B, you're rambling."

Blaine turned his computer to show Sebastian what looked like a legal document. Across the top it stated

Section XIV
Non-Disclosure Agreements
Lead Attorney: Xavier Smythe

"Right now, Mr. Barnes is MY attorney because he covers the Trust. Xavier works for the Estate. I never deal with him or any of the other attorneys so I never paid any attention to them. If there's an issue that deals directly with the Trust, they go to Mr. Barnes. When I called Mr. Barnes today and told him Kurt Zoomed me and what he inadvertently admitted, he contacted Xavier. He assumed we would know this because he knows you are Xavier's son. It was the reason they agreed to my telling you I was the Anonymous Donor so quickly."

Sebastian shook off his shock enough to form words. "I don't know why I'm surprised. He would have jumped at the chance to work for Stanley Anderson in any capacity."

"Ah, but in 3 weeks, he will be working for Blaine Anderson. That's why Monday morning we are all sitting down and having a chat. It's selfish but I didn't want to ruin Bella's birthday weekend. I know how you feel about the man, and you can say no to the meeting, but there's something else you need to hear first."

Sebastian was really getting better at his another head look "Something bigger than this?"

Blaine joined their hands. "I'm afraid so. Like I said, I made the decision not to ruin Bella's birthday weekend. In doing so, I put back in place the ban on my being able to talk about anything involving my Trust with you. We can't discuss Kurt's Zoom, or the Warblers secret or steroids or Trent, especially Trent. Not until the meeting on Monday."

"You made that decision without talking to me?" Sebastian pulled back, not believing what he was hearing but trying to have faith Blaine was doing what was right. After his accident, and what happened with Wesley and Trent, giving up that kind of control was something he was struggling with. "Why?"

"Because you figured out I was the Anonymous Donor a few days before your accident."

"No!" Sebastian was off the couch faster than he had moved in years. "Who told you this?"

"Mr. Barnes. Edward, your Head Assistant, confirmed the Trust's theory. There is also video of you in the lobby of my NYC apartment building talking to a doorman. You got a call and left. Three hours later you're on a flight to San Francisco booked out of JFK."

"I went to NYC?" Sebastian asked as he slowly sunk into his chair. Something monumental would have had to have happened to get him to break his vow to never step foot in the city as long as Xavier lived there. "Why didn't Edward say anything in the next 2 years I was ranting about you not donating? He's a former Warbler. He was privy to all Warbler conversations including the one to no longer acknowledge you as a Warbler. Did he say anything when they asked him?"

"The donation states if you tell anyone, Dalton must return the money. The Commons was already under construction. However, he did tell one person…Trent."

"Son-of-a bitch"

"Trent convinced him it was better if regained your memories on your own. No one knew what would happen it you were told what happened during the missing days. I'm a little scared now, but I if we're going to do this there has to be communication and I didn't know how else to explain how we can't communicate, at least for right now, without giving you this truth. My fucking Trust…"

Sebastian moved back to Blaine "Hey, I get it and it's only until Monday. And I can't promise anything because I haven't known when my other blackouts happened, but I've missed Monkey's others birthdays and I don't think the universe would bring us together now for me to miss this one. I want to be selfish too."

"I love you. And so you know, Trent is going to have a very bad day tomorrow, He's been fast and loose with your medical information, not good for someone sworn to follow HIPPA regulations." Blaine brushed back Sebastian's hair and smiled for the first time since he came back from his apartment. "I asked Mr. Barnes to put Xavier on it. I hope that's ok."

"Amazingly, it's perfect. And since we can't talk about Hummel, we can go to bed and the (eyebrow wiggle) fun stuff."

"Or…" Blaine reached into his lounge pants' pocket and pulled out Sebastian's silver ID bracelet. "I found this on the floor across the room. Care to explain?"

Oh yeah, had forgotten about that. "I threw it after I texted Trent but since we can't talk about it…" Sebastian stood up "Time for fun."

Blaine pulled him back down. "Forward that to Mr. Barnes." Sebastian nodded and did as requested, annoyed he hadn't thought to do it sooner. When he finished, he stood back up only to be pulled down yet again. "If I'm K, that doesn't explain the bracelet or your leather band. In fact, a lot of things don't make sense now that I think about it."

"Oh no" Sebastian put his hands on either side of Blaine's face and squeezed it together to where he could no longer speak. "I know exactly what you're doing. You, my love, are overthinking. You do it all the time. No, not everything fits right now, we'll have to figure them out. But, you've got to admit, the music notebook is indisputable evidence. It fits you perfectly."

"Nohw it dwosent" Sebastian removed his hands and Blaine repeated "No, it doesn't."

"How? Falling Slowly? Your mom's favorite song? The weird pie song? The drum song? DEH? All you, B."

"What about the other 2…"

"You mean Mr. Brightside by The Killers and Sex on Fire as in Sex on a stick and sings like a dream?" Not bad, Sebastian told himself. It didn't appear as if Blaine guessed he had just pulled that explanation out of his ass.

Blaine scooted away to the corner of the couch and curled in his legs (Why did it look like he was getting comfortable?) "If I'm K, I somehow wrote You+Me. Right?"

"Yes, the most beautiful song ever written."

"I hate that song."

Sebastian clutched his chest in fake outrage, only it wasn't fake. "Blasphemy!"

"Totally true. Can't stand it, and it's not only because you and Bella insist on singing it over and over and over and over. And the only music left in the notebook…"

"What about it?"

"I've recorded it. As written, there's no other way to describe it other than angry. Also, You+Me came with the lyrics. This didn't, just music and a title…Impossible…which it is. It's impossible to write because I don't write angry songs. I rarely even sing angry songs. Hell, right now, I can only remember singing three, all for the New Directions…well, one in the shower at McKinley because Coop pissed me off."

"I can't imagine you singing quote/unquote angry."

20 minutes later

It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you, leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy, yeah!

Sebastian couldn't remember laughing as hard in his life as he had watching this video. "How the hell did Sam have this?"

"You thought Xavier did some sneaky shit? Sue used school security cameras to video all New Directions practices, performances, even random going to the auditorium to sing something. Sometimes, like with this, she would splice music videos she fabricated into them. Sometimes, she wouldn't bother with the performances and somehow make entire music videos. She had this one of me and Kurt doing Come What May…"

"B, rambling."

"Sorry…they found over 500 videos in a creepy Hurt Locker of hers. The Superintendent was going to destroy them but Sam asked to have them to make a sort of library for his Glee Clubs to study."

"Speaking of Sam's Glee Clubs, can I finally know why he was he fired?"

"Not fired as his contract was not renewed. He's a victim of his own success. Non-certified professionals are allowed to sponsor afterschool clubs and organizations."

"Like you did when you coached the Warblers."

"Exactly. However, McKinley is a Performing Arts School and Glee is a class. It requires a certified teacher with a degree in music."

"And it took Schuester this long to figure out he had this problem?"

"No, the law only passed this year. Sam had a provisional license which allowed him to teach only Glee based on experience. But an advisor at a rival school got her State Senator to sponsor the bill and when no one was looking it passed. There's nothing anyone can do."

"That's fucked up, and something Seb16 totally would have had done back in the day."

"We said the same thing about Rachel."

"One last question about Sam. Did you get what we needed for his and Mar's surprise Thursday after Monkey's dinner?"

"I did. Ready for bed?" This time Blaine added the eyebrow wiggle.

"No"

Huh? "Really?"

"Yes. We haven't solved the Impossible problem and you are going to bed believing you are the driving force behind the K notebook."

"I still hate You+Me."

"I refuse to believe that. Anyway, this video I just watched…it wasn't angry, it was a temper tantrum and the song where you were pissed at Coop…"

"Fighter"

"You sung in the shower so there better not be a video"

"There isn't. I'm pretty sure even Sue couldn't have weaseled her way out of jail time if there was video of the boy's locker room."

"Then where's the other angry song video?" Blaine's reaction was nothing like he expected. He turned pale and left for the bedroom. Sebastian sat on the couch, reviewing everything he said and then he had an epiphany.

The last angry song was for him.

He picked up his bag and when he got to the bedroom, Blaine was in the bathroom, He didn't bother to unpack, just undressed and got under the covers. When Blaine came out, he didn't get into bed but began to pace. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I didn't say we had to."

Blaine kept pacing

"It was the day I came back from eye surgery. You had blackmailed Rachel with the photo of Finn and the Head Master refused to do anything. I made a big stink in the choir room about what more evidence do they need and stormed out. I had prepared the song thinking we could use it at Regionals but I should have known better. Kurt came to the auditorium and watched me perform. When I was done, Santana came in dragging Mike with her."

"The guy who could dance."

"Right. He had gone to Santana after my rant in the choir room about evidence and asked what I was talking about since I told Kurt to give the evidence about what happened to me back to you."

"That's when they realized you didn't tell Kurt to do that."

"That's when they realized I didn't know any of it…not Santana coming here, not you throwing a Slushie at her, not the Warblers going to McKinley, not Kurt giving you the tape."

"Holy shit!"

"Yeah, there was a lot of yelling, then the bell rang and we had class. Half hour later we were called out and told about Dave. I was still pissed but it just wasn't important anymore."

"And the song. I saw your reaction when I first mentioned it."

"I timed it out. I realized I was on stage singing it when Dave was doing what he was doing." Blaine finally stopped pacing, only to stare at his acoustic on its stand in the corner. "I need to sing it."

"What?"

Blaine grabbed the guitar and got on the bed. "You're here, Dave is safe but I'm still so angry…now more than ever, especially after I found out what Kurt did. I know we can't talk about it…"

Sebastian pulled back the covers to reveal he was naked. "Yay! Bedtime Song!"

"Naked Bedtime Song?"

"Yes! If you're saying one of our Top 5 Rules is No talking about your ex in bed, I'm saying one is Nightly Naked Bedtime Song. Now strip and sing me my song."

Life's too short to even care at all,

And with that one line, Sebastian was sitting straight up. Every instinct told him he was about to witness something special

I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control.
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me,
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum.

If I could find a way to see this straight I'd run away,
To some fortune that I should have found by now.
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down.

Blaine was no longer with him…not any version of Blaine Sebastian had ever known. Yes, he was angry but it was a controlled anger, focused inside the music. In that moment he literally was living the music. It was beautiful, almost ethereal.

And so I run to the things they said could restore me,
Restore life the way it should be.
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down.

Life's too short to even care at all,
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control.

The song came to a break in the lyrics. Obviously, it called for a big swell of instruments but Blaine filled it out with just his acoustic guitar. Sebastian had never seen or heard him play like that before. It took him over.

With his lockdown hair, 4 weeks past due of a haircut, free of product and bouncing as he swayed his head in rhythm with his flying fingers, it was abundantly clear to Sebastian what Blaine's angry song issue was.

Now he just had to convince Blaine.

One more spoon of cough syrup now,
One more spoon of cough syrup now.

The room remained still until Blaine's face opened into a huge smile. He put the guitar back on its stand before turning off the lights, getting in bed and snuggling into Sebastian's side. "Thank you"

"I didn't do anything."

"You did everything."

Sebastian twisted, turning them on their sides to face each other. The lights might have been off but the moon gave enough glow for a conversation. "You trust me?"

"Implicitly"

"I know why you can't write the Incredible song. It's the same reason everything in your life feels off. Not to sound like a cliché self-help guru, but you're not being your authentic self."

"I know that. I'm going to be stuck giving away this inheritance for the rest of my life. I had to quit DEH…"

"Make a foundation and hire someone you trust to run it. Not me, but I've got an idea and we can talk about later. They can do all the ground work and you can just go in and sign the checks. And DEH might have been fun for a while, but Broadway was part of the life you thought you wanted with he who can't be mentioned in bed. I just watched you live that song. I have never seen you that free. You, Blaine Anderson, are a rock star. Stanley had a whole career as a painter, why can't you have one selling out stadiums?"

"You're just saying…"

"A fucking rock star, Killer. Not Broadway. Not crooner of love ballads. Ok, occasional crooner of love ballads but only for me. You were meant to be a singer of loud, head banging, sometimes angry but most likely danceable music."

"Bas…"

"I'm not kidding. And to prove it, tomorrow, you take this theory and try to write the Impossible song. I bet you finish it by the end of the day."

"Tomorrow is Wednesday, Dance Day. Bella and I are supposed to work on her surprise routine for Dave and Paul's Wedding."

"I'll do it. I'll take the whole day with Monkey. You concentrate on the song."

"Bas…"

"I won't say anything about being her Papa."

"That's not what I was going to say. I was going to ask one more time…you really want to help Bella with her dance for Dave and Paul's Wedding?"

"Yes! Absol…" And then he remembered "NO! Anything but that!"

"You're the one who said Dave would have the wedding party doing some sort of choreographed dance routine if it wasn't for you and your hip. Bella wanted to surprise him as a thank you for asking her to be the Flower Girl."

"Maybe we could skip it this week and watch soccer?"

"Nuh-uh, Wednesday is Dance Day."

Sebby Shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Sebby Shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Sebby Shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Sebby Shark

"Fine" Sebastian growled before grabbing Blaine by the waist and beginning to scoot down. "But tonight, Sebby Shark is doing some deep, undercover exploring."

Blaine woke first the next morning. He smiled waking on Sebastian's chest, realizing in the end, the man had gotten his way and wound up as the Big Spoon. Despite his comfort, he moved back to participate in the traditional morning-after creepfest of watching the other person sleep.

For the first time Blaine could see through the pain of trauma, betrayal and lost love. The scars were still on Sebastian's face yet now there was also a sense of peace. Was it really the peace of finding your soul mate?

He was the one who convinced Sebastian to try alternate ways of thinking when it came to K, including past lives and soul mates. Why was he so quick to doubt now that he and Sebastian had professed their love for each other? Hadn't he sabotaged himself enough when it came to love?

If only he could get past his front runner for K…the possible third passenger in the car at the accident.

Well, none of this was doing him any good. What he needed he didn't have in the apartment because he wasn't going to be a hypocrite. If Sebastian couldn't have coffee, he wouldn't drink coffee…unless it was an emergency and for those moments he kept a stash in the coffee bar in the Warblers Commons.

It took him about 10 minutes to sneak out. He did take K's notebook and left a note saying he couldn't wait to get started on the Impossible song. However, he did want them to go to the farm and at least pick up Bella together so he'd be back at 9AM. He really was going to do all those things, but now he was also going to get to take his time and enjoy his coffee.

And not feel one damn bit guilty about it

When he got to the Commons, he placed his items on the piano and went to the coffee bar. It always made him think of Thad. They had been the ones to constantly nag Wes about not having one. When lockdown ended, he was going buy a gavel and throw it at the wall by the back couch. The room was almost perfect but it was missing the dent where Wes had thrown his gavel the night he and Trent went on an extended tangent about caffeine withdrawal affecting their ability to do the Warbler two-step.

Good times

Maybe things would be cleared up and he and Wes could meet back here to talk…and Wes could throw the gavel for old times sake. Or better yet, what if they found Thad...

The cup Blaine was holding fell to the floor and shattered

He used the bar and the piano for stability before finally reaching one of the couches. He had almost grabbed his phone but who would he call? He had to think this through first because if…

Stop it, Anderson! Focus! What do you know?

1. The Warblers thought I wasn't donating to the rebuilding of Dalton and it angered them (especially Sebastian)
2. Sebastian realized I was the Anonymous Donor of the Warbler Commons and broke his vow of not going to NYC to find out what was going on
3. Sebastian was in my building but received a call and left without ever seeing me to get the answers the Warblers supposedly wanted more than anything
4. 3 hours later Sebastian was on a flight to San Francisco booked out of JFK. He didn't go there on Dalton business or to visit his college roommate like he said.

Luck would have it there was a small waste basket next to the couch to vomit into. He didn't know for certain, but he could see no other explanation.

1. There was only one thing on the planet more important to the Warblers than getting answers to why I wasn't donating…finding Thad
2. A call on the whereabouts of Thad would have Sebastian on the next flight to wherever that might be. Sebastian had said so on more than one occasion.
3. If true, I don't know why Sebastian didn't tell others he found Thad, but he would not have left San Francisco without him
4. Meaning Thad was probably the much debated third passenger in the car that night. Also meaning, there's a good chance he's dead.

Sebastian would never recover from that

Blaine found his stability and got his phone. "Mr. Barnes…Yes, I know I said I didn't want to talk until Monday. This is different. I need you to step up the search for Thad Harwood…I don't care if this has to come out of my own money until the Estate is secure in my name. I have 3 of Stanley's paintings. I'm sure there are buyers even in the middle of a lockdown…You're not hearing me. I don't care what this costs. I have to know what happened to Thad Harwood."

Notes:

Cough Syrup (Glee Version): Cannata, Eric; Comtois, Francois; Gadhia, Sameer; Hashemian; Ehson; Tilley, Jacob 2010

Change from canon: I understand the entire Fighter performance was not in the shower (DAMN!) However, according to my explanation of Sue's videotaping, she would have Blaine on video for most of the performance and she could have filled in the blanks. I wanted Cough Syrup to be the only "angry video". If (and I probably will) have Sebastian watch it in the future, it will strictly be Blaine performing (with Kurt sitting on a stool watching) and obviously without the Dave cutaways.