Curtain Call: The Characters

Blaine the Protector

Blaine had made a tape of his own, of when Sebastian had come over for the tape. 'Sebastian, you should have just refused the tape,' he thought. He was upset with Sebastian; he had hoped that he wouldn't have to cause problems for his two favorite lovebirds. Although both of them were his friends, he had known Kathryn longer. Besides the fact that Sebastian was being sneaky, he hadn't defended her when Blaine called her a manipulative bitch. Sebastian had gone as far as insinuating that he was only with her for sex. Ever since Blaine had met Kathryn when he was fifteen and she was thirteen, he had admired her courage and determination. She was the beautiful girl with sad brown eyes that knocked on his parents' door, and asked him for his help.

Blaine decided to deliver the tape to Kathryn personally. He had to do it, because she was like a sister to him, someone he would always feel compelled to look after. It was extremely quiet as the butler let him in. He walked straight to Kathryn's room, but she wasn't there. She wasn't in Sebastian's room either. He was about to leave, but then he heard running feet and raised voices. Peeking out of Sebastian's room, he got an eyeful of Sebastian's naked backside. It seemed he had come at a bad time. He waited two hours to be safe, and then snuck back into Kathryn's room.

His eyes took in the cold, grave room and the pair of siblings. The room was neat, and the bed was made. Sebastian was sitting on the bed totally naked and seemed perfectly comfortable but deep in thought, in other words his normal self. Kathryn, on the other hand, was an utter mess: Her hair was mussed, her mascara smudged, and her face was pale. She was also curled up fast asleep on the window bench with Sebastian's jacket draped on her as a blanket.

"What are you doing here?" Sebastian kept his voice low, but Blaine could still hear the tiredness in it.

"There are some things in her life you don't know about. I don't think you are good for her Sebastian. I guess I'm here to warn her about you." Blaine had never been one to beat around the bush. He liked things to be simple and real. He had enough of playing pretend when he had to hide his homosexuality from his parents. But thankfully they had died when he was seventeen, and he could now live his life the way he wanted. The only people he considered family now were his older sister, Matthew, and Kathryn, in that order.

"Since when have you been so interested in protecting her from me?"

"Like I said, you don't know her as well as you think."

"What exactly is it, that you think you know, that I don't know?"

"I'm not here to compare notes. I'd like to talk to Kathryn."

"Well, she's resting."

"You're not her keeper."

"This is ridiculous Blaine. Just leave a message or come back tomorrow at a decent time."

Blaine considered leaving the tape, but he didn't trust that Sebastian wouldn't listen to it. "I'll come back in the morning."

Blaine- The next morning

Blaine arrived the next morning at the Valmont townhouse to try to give Kathryn the tape again. He was surprised when the butler led him to a domestic breakfast scene in the kitchen. Kathryn and Sebastian were eating eggs, pancakes and bacon in the steel, industrial looking kitchen. It was a place designed for efficiency, not comfort or entertaining guests. Right now it seemed that the two masters of the house were putting the kitchen to use. It looked like someone had tried to make breakfast; there was two pancakes stuck to the ceiling, some broken eggs on the floor, a burnt towel, and various ingredients sprinkled around.

"Hi Blaine, what are you doing here?" Kathryn got up and got another barstool so Blaine could sit down at the steel counter.

"Hi Sebastian," he greeted first, patting him on the shoulder. "It looks like someone had an experiment that blew up in here. Are those pancakes up there?" He pointed to the ceiling and smirked at Kathryn.

"Aaahhhh, that was Sebastian. He made breakfast."

"At least I didn't burn the towel and the bacon."

"You're the one who asked me for help. And anyway it was my first time cooking, so I think I did pretty well." She picked up a bacon strip and ate it, "It's just crisp, it's still good."

Blaine smiled and chuckled softly. He almost felt bad about what he was about to do. "Kathryn, I have something new to show you. Why don't we go somewhere…"

"Ok, sure. Be right back, Sebastian." She gave him a quick kiss and tousled his hair as she left.

Blaine and Kathryn started off in the direction of her room, but he stopped her when she went to open her door.

"No, Sebastian's room." He opened the door opposite hers and stepped in.

"What's going on Blaine? You're making me nervous."

He tugged her into the room, and shut and locked the door. He then proceeded to check the closet and every nook and cranny that a camera or bug could be planted in. After twenty minutes he was satisfied. "Ok, I think it's safe to talk."

"Oookaayyy, are you going to tell me what this is about? Why are you being so cryptic?" He simply handed her the small tape.

"What's this?"

"Just listen to it." He went to Sebastian's desk and looked for a microcassette player. Then he looked at Sebastian's jacket on the chair and remembered. He went through the pockets looking for the evidence, but it wasn't there. "Shit, where did he put it?"

She walked over to the bed and sat down. "Are you looking for something to play this? I think it's in his nightstand along with his Playgirl magazines." She smirked at his look. "It's not like that; he's not interested in men. He took them from me, cause he said that my mother would be upset if she found those kind of magazines in my room," she said mocking Sebastian as she retrieved the microcassette player. She removed the tape that was already in there, placed it on the nightstand, and put in the new one. She listened to it; Blaine watched her as her amused smile changed to a frown.

"You're sure you want this"

"Just give it to me. How did you get this tape by the way? Nothing too illegal, I hope?"

"Just a little blackmail."

"So I have nothing to worry about? She'll never find out it was me?"

"Not unless you've been fucking the receptionist. No, I don't think you have a problem. I still don't see why you picked Kathryn over Annette. She would have been less trouble. And besides Kathryn is a manipulative bitch."

"That's cause you're gay. She's worth it. The things she can do in bed, let alone with that delectable mouth of hers. Actually she could probably give you lessons."

"What the hell is this?" She stood up outraged.

"Sebastian wanted a copy of your therapy session. I only got him one of them, the latest one. And I don't think he got any others, cause he came and asked me first to help him. I would have refused, but I was afraid he just find some other way to get all the copies of the sessions. At least the tape he got was innocuous."

"You have to get me a copy of that tape."

"It was hard to get in the first place. You'll have better luck getting that tape from Sebastian."

"You got it from the receptionist? I always wondered why he was flirting with her. Cause if he was trying to make me jealous I could care less."

"Yeah right, and Sebastian doesn't get jealous when you date a guy," Blaine's words dripped with sarcasm.

"Well, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Now, did you have any sweets to sell me or friends you'd like to share?"

"Kathryn I think the last thing you need right now is to hide away from your sorrows. I regret every introducing you to that stuff."

"I think you've overstayed your welcome. You know the way out." She turned her back on him.

"You know Matthew keeps asking me 'Where's Auntie Kathy?' He misses you and hasn't seen you since…since you got together with Sebastian."

"I don't fucking care! Now get out!"

"Alright, but you know where to find us."