Characters: Blaine & Sebastian, Jeff, Nick, Thad, Doug (Blaine's roommate), Mr. Motta (Uncle Rob, in Flashbacks), Kurt via phone

Rated M (texts)

Summary: Sebastian broke the rule. After giving his roommate a project, Blaine talks to Jeff and Nick about his visit to Mr. Motta and later decides to find out why Kurt is texting him again.

Notes: Flashback conversation (and two lines of a song. You can tell the difference) will be in italics. Text messages will be in bold italics. Inner thoughts are bold.

Even though Blaine and Sebastian are texting, it is written as a conversation. No text abbreviations or emojis.

To Bas: You broke the rule

To B: What rule?

To Bas: There is only one rule Sebastian

To B: Sebastian?

To B: Oh, that rule

"Um…Blaine?"

It was Doug, his sweet, but as annoying as hell, roommate. His roommate who either had a crush on Blaine Anderson, was in awe of Blaine Warbler or scared shitless of Wolverine. Maybe a little of all three "Doug, we talked about this. My first name is not Um."

'I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry. I want you to be comfortable around me. We sleep ten feet from each other. You've seen me in my underwear. Hell you, Bas and Beat are the only guys here that have seen my hair in its natural glory."

"Beat?"

"He was my roommate sophomore year. We bonded over styling products."

Doug laughed which seemed to calm him a bit "You asked me, George and Chris to put together a master file of old performances for the Warblers to watch. I was wondering if we should be looking for anything in particular?"

"It's not just Warbler performances. Pull video of the Hoosier Daddies and Throat Explosion. I already know we're up against Hoosier Daddies at Regionals and we would most likely see Throat Explosion at Nationals. The Show Choir Blogs say they're the ones to beat this year."

Doug sat down and pulled a pencil and paper from his bag. It sounded like this was going to be a bigger project than he thought "Anything else non-Warbler?"

"Find the New Directions win at last year's Nationals. Also, Loser Like Me from the previous year's , and Vocal Adrenaline from 2009-2010 Regionals. I have heard their Bohemian Rhapsody could possibly be the greatest show choir performance ever. Of course, I heard that from Jesse St. James so…"

He had no idea who Blaine was talking about, but Doug nodded his head like he did "I have Sebastian's list of last year's Warbler performances. Anything from the year before?"

Wes had taped all of their routines so Blaine had a substantial list to choose from. He picked two but at the last moment he took a deep breath and said "Pull Teenage Dream as well. It doesn't have the best memories for me, but it's a really good arrangement. And Doug, can you do one more thing for me?"

To Bas: I was the one that switched rooms due to your problem

To B: Killer, I'm sorry

To Bas: I don't care

To B: What? Are you going to spank me?

To Bas: Don't think for a second that is not being considered

To B: Oh

An hour later, Blaine found himself in the Warbler Commons waiting for Jeff and Nick. They had all been back from break for almost a week but the three friends hadn't had a chance to discuss everything that happened.

"Hey guys" Blaine greeted them "Nick, you probably want to put out the Do Not Disturb sign."

"Seriously?" When Blaine nodded, Nick did what he was asked but not before he and Jeff shot a look at each other. They had thought they were meeting to discuss possible songs for Regionals but that obviously wasn't the case.

Once they were seated, Jeff broached the subject "Since it's pretty clear that we're not here to discuss Warbler business I have two questions before we get to whatever the actual topic is. The first one is actually two questions. Did you get the sophomores started on their project and if you did, what songs did you have them pull up?"

"Yes, Misery and Bills, Bills, Bills." Both of the other boys gave Blaine a look like they knew there was more "And yes, I told him to pull Teenage Dream."

Jeff pulled out his wallet and handed Nick 20 dollars "He said there was no way you would tell them to pull Teenage Dream" Nick explained.

"Just because it was what I sang when I met Kurt doesn't mean it wasn't a good song. However, I should let you guys know that I asked Doug to delete any videos or even references to Candles. Ok, you can stop laughing now and ask your other question."

It took the two at least a couple of minutes to compose themselves. After a few deep breaths, Jeff was able to ask "Since we're obviously going to discuss Fight Club business, where are Sebastian and Thad?"

As if on cue, Blaine's phone went off with a text from Sebastian "Excuse me for just a second. I need to let Bas know that I'm with you guys. Both Thad and Bas know that I wanted to meet with you separately."

To B: You can't tell me you haven't done the same

To Bas: No Sebastian, I haven't. Remember I'm the one stuck with the traumatized roommate

To B: It's not that bad

To Bas: Let me put it this way, I know all of your innuendos about random hook-ups at Scandals are a bunch of bullshit. They would have heard your climax over the music. So, stop trying to justify that you touched yourself without permission

To Bas: I'm with Jeff and Nick now. We WILL be discussing this later.

Sebastian's jaw dropped as he realized Blaine was actually serious. Would he really spank him? Why did he find that strangely arousing?

"Smythe" Thad brought him out of his head "Stop sexting with your boyfriend. Our project is due tomorrow."

"Fine, just let me tell him I'm shutting off my phone."

To B: I'm sorry. I really am, but I need to concentrate on finishing my Economics project or Thad will kill me.

To Bas: Meet me at the Out Building at 9. I'm going to take out some of my frustrations on the heavy bag. Don't be late.

"Everything ok?" Jeff asked.

"Sure" Blaine told him "He and Thad are trying to finish their Economics project. Now that Lacrosse is over it's going to be easier for them. It's just too bad they lost last Saturday."

"It didn't help that the other team had three players with scholarships to Maryland" Nick reminded them "However, I think Kitty coming to watch helped soothe Thad's pain. And I have to admit, Sugar is pretty cute too."

"Ok, walk it back dude. There's no way you're laying a hand on my cousin."

Shit!

"What?!" Both Nick and Jeff looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. Blaine gave them a moment to grasp the information so he could develop a game plan. He had fucking been able to fucking keep this fucking secret for over a fucking year, yet a fucking week after he fucking told Sugar that they fucking needed to keep it for a fucking while longer, he had fucking let it out.

Fuck!

To say the least, he was a bit frustrated at what had happened.

Nick looked over to Jeff who decided to be the brave one and asked "So, Mr. Motta is your…?"

"Yes, he's my Uncle. He was married to my Aunt Cory, my mother's sister."

"Is she the one that died of cancer when you were here?" Blaine nodded but it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about it. They dropped the subject, but there was another question to be asked "Thad said there was a chance you were going to talk to Mr. Mo…your Uncle. Did you?"

"Oh, yeah."

Flashback

"Before you say a word, give me a dollar."

"Huh?"

"Blaine, shut up and give me a dollar." Blaine reached into his wallet and did what his Uncle had asked "Good. Now I am Robert Motta your attorney and not your Uncle."

"What's the difference?"

"Your attorney can't be forced to testify against you where your Uncle can. So Blaine, start talking and don't leave anything out."

Once Blaine started to talk he couldn't stop. He explained how the Fight Club worked, how they dispense consequences and how and why they took over the betting. That they used the money to pay David's tuition and that he thinks the money comes from a scholarship. Also, how they know they have a leak but no way to track it down.

Since he was clearing his chest, Blaine decided to add what happened with Hunter and his conversation with Burt from earlier that morning. When he finished, the last thing he expected was for his lawyer/Uncle to bust out laughing.

"This is not funny Uncle Rob."

"No, it's not but DAMN! You boys could teach some of my, shall we say, acquaintances about how to run a business."

"It's that bad?"

"Since none of you are 18, your family names can probably save you. Is there anyone who's not safe?"

"Jeff, but he never touched the money."

"Ok, don't mention this to him yet. I'll see what I can do. Don't roll your eyes, you know what I mean. Now, listen carefully. No more fights. None. I can make sure you boys are protected, but I can't say the same for Dalton if people find out the fights were there. After the shit with that Hunter guy and the headmaster, the school couldn't handle another scandal."

Flashback Over

"Oh my god Blaine, I thought Sam was joking when he said you were a made man in the Motta crime family" Nick blurted out.

"So says the guy whose great-great grandfather made the family fortune as a bootlegger during prohibition and then used his mob connections to get his son elected President of the United Sates. Don't judge me Nicholas Kennedy Duval."

"Right back at you Blaine Vanderbilt Anderson."

"Wait!" Jeff jumped in "I knew about Nick being a Kennedy, but you're a Vanderbilt?"

"Yeah, on my mom's side. You thought it was a coincidence that my brother's name is Cooper Anderson?"

It took Jeff a minute, but he finally understood what Blaine meant "Ok, fine. I get it but some day you're going to have to explain to me how you wound up at Westerville High. To get back on track, you said your Uncle said no more fights. How are we supposed to draw out the leak?"

"Just because we can't actually have a fight doesn't mean we can't say we are." After Blaine explained himself, the three of them spent the rest of the next two hours formulating a plan. They only tabled their discussion because Blaine had to leave for his therapy appointment. He had just changed into "civilian clothes" and grabbed the keys to his truck when…

To B: Thad and I are done with our project. Did you want to talk now?

To Bas: I'm on my way to see Molly, O observant boyfriend. Today we're going to talk about my anger issues.

To B: Ok, hey I had an idea. Why don't I come over to your house this weekend and we could change You+Me into a duet? After all, it is OUR song.

To Bas: Not going to work Bas.

To B: At least you called me Bas.

To Bas: Just because you're cute and I'm horny doesn't mean you're not going to be punished for what you did. Just meet me at the Out Building at 9.

Sebastian thought for a minute. Blaine said that he was already horny and that he (Sebastian) needed to be punished. He also wanted to meet in the Out Building because he was going to be working out on the heavy bag. While that didn't necessarily mean Blaine would be in full-on Wolverine mode, it did mean that… He had to stop. Just the thought of Blaine shirtless, sweaty with rippling muscles from pounding the bag was making his dick harden with anticipation of his "punishment". That was not a good thing considering he was surrounded by five of his Lacrosse teammates.

Even though he had his boner killer mantra of Blaine and Rachel kissing, Blaine and Rachel kissing running through his head, Sebastian did manage to text…

To B: Yes Sir.

Meanwhile, Blaine continued to have problems with trying to leave. At least now he was halfway to the parking lot before he was stopped by Doug and the two boys that were helping him with the project.

"Um…No, just Blaine, we have a question."

Blaine decided not to brush them off because Doug had made an attempt to work on the whole Um situation. Plus they all seemed, well, giddy "I only have a couple of minutes, but how can I help you guys?"

"We finished the project and…"

"Wait, you finished the project? You put all of those performances into a single file? I thought it would take at least a week."

"Doug is a total computer genius" Chris told him.

Blaine knew that information could be helpful later "Ok, wow. That's awesome guys. Did you need something else?"

The boys tried not to giggle as Doug pulled out his tablet "When we were looking for the performances on the list you and Sebastian gave us, when we found one not on the list that we were wondering if you would want us to include?"

Blaine was curious, but the minute he saw himself on the screen he knew exactly what they were talking about.

Me, me, me against them

Me against enemies, me against friends

Blaine stopped the video at that point "Ok, you three can stop giggling now. Yes, I rapped at last year's Regionals and no, there is not a chance in hell that I will be doing it again. However, include it just for the laughs."

"Thanks Blaine" they said in unison and started to leave, but Blaine had an idea. An idea that would help with the punishment of his naughty, naughty boyfriend.

"Guys, you don't know how much I appreciate this. I don't know (Oh, he knew) if you all would be interested but I'm going down to the Out Building tonight to work on the heavy bag. Would you guys like to join me? Maybe I can show you a few techniques? Nothing for Fight Club, just some basic boxing moves?"

They looked at him like he was Santa Clause and he had just given each of them the best Christmas present ever. "Yes, yes, yes" and "Thank You" were spewed out at a mile a minute "Ok, ok. Meet me at 8 o'clock. Despite what I wear you should wear some loose fitting sweats and good gym shoes. I'll see you then, but Doug can you walk with me to my truck? I have something I want to ask you."

Once they were alone Blaine asked "Were you able to delete what I asked you to?"

"Sure, it was easy. Also, I found it on a couple of YouTube sites and I was able to delete it there too."

"You can do that on other people's posts?"

"It's not hard. Most people don't set up all the securities they can on their accounts."

Blaine couldn't help but think to himself how he had just found the answer to his Google problem "That's fascinating. Do me another favor. Don't tell anyone else about us meeting later and make sure George and Chris don't either. I don't want other people trying to be included."

"Oh, absolutely. Although, I have to admit, if my older brother ever found out he would have a heart attack. He pretty much worships Wolverine."

"Have you told him…?"

Doug's face expressed total panic "No, no, no. I would never say anything. First of all, he's an asshole. But mostly, you know, first rule and all. My brother graduated from here the year before Fight Club was founded. He heard about it from another alumnus before the consequences were instituted. However, by the time he got to a fight, you were gone. When he heard you fought at the last fight he about came unglued since he couldn't make it."

"It must be hard to keep this from him, especially with me as your roommate."

"Like I said, he's an asshole which makes it easier" With all of the ease the two had been conversing with, Blaine became concerned when his roommate got quiet. He was about to say something when Doug spoke up "Can I ask you a question?" Blaine nodded for him to continue "When you did have to give consequences to that one guy did the Rules Council really get his acceptance to Harvard rescinded and he wound up at a community college in North Dakota?"

Blaine shook his head at how ridiculous the story had become, but in reality "No, we got his acceptance to Harvard rescinded and he went to Brown."

"Isn't that basically the same thing?"

"Doug, Brown is an Ivy League school. I have a friend that is applying there."

"You do?" Doug asked like it was the most shocking thing that he had ever heard.

"Yes, she's a friend of mine from McKinley."

"Oh, that explains it. I'll let you go. See you at 8!"

Blaine had to smile about the conversation that he just had. Although, before he could finish getting into his truck, his phone went off with another text. This one wasn't from Sebastian. It was from Kurt who had been texting him almost constantly since their run-in at the Lima Bean. Blaine knew he had about a 20-minute drive to Molly's, so he started the truck and set up the call on his Bluetooth. He thought it was a good idea to go ahead and answer Kurt since he would be seeing his therapist immediately afterwards.

"Blaine?"

"Hello, Kurt. You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, but you sound strange."

"I'm driving so you're on speaker. Don't worry, I'm alone. Now, how can I help you?"

"I wanted to know why you went to see my dad."

"Why didn't you ask him?" There was no way he was going to tell Kurt, but he was very interested to find out which way this conversation would go.

"I did but he wouldn't tell me."

"Then why do you think I would tell you?"

"Because you owe me."

Blaine was glad he was at a stop light since it would give him at least 30 seconds to contemplate what had just been said "Kurt, I don't owe you a fucking thing. If your dad doesn't want to tell you, I sure the hell am not. So, if that is what you wanted, I'm hanging up." Although he didn't want to because he wanted to know why the hell Kurt thought he owed him something. He could hear how frustrated Kurt was, but when next he spoke his voice was clear and calm.

"I'm sorry, I phrased that wrong. Let me tell you what. I'll be back in Lima next Wednesday. Can we meet at Breadsticks a week from this Saturday? You can bring Sebastian."

That was shocking. It wasn't that Blaine wanted to meet up with Kurt, it was that this conversation was a little…hell, it was a lot strange "Ok, I'll meet with you next Saturday but I will not tell you about my meeting with your dad. That's up to him. Plus, I hate Breadsticks. There had to be another restaurant in Lima."

"Fine. So, you'll come? And what about Sebastian?"

"I'll ask but it's totally up to him. And Kurt, this better not be a set-up of any kind because if it is, I swear…"

"I promise. This is totally on the up and up. Just a chance to clear the air with both you and Sebastian. Sorry, but I have to go before Rachel tries to claim anymore of my belongings are hers."

Flash Forward 11PM

To B: Please

To Bas: Nope

To B: Please

To Bas: It's called punishment Sebastian. I need to know that you learned your lesson.

To B: I did.

To Bas: Really? I wanted to give you a simple demonstration on silent sex yet I had to shove my cock down your throat to shut you up. Did you notice that with as hard as I came, the three guys in the next room didn't hear a thing? They might have guessed you were on your knees for me, but they didn't know for sure.

To Bas: Sebastian, this is why we have the no touching of your cock rule. You seem to be incapable of having silent sex. I promise that we will practice, but for right now the no touching rule applies. You wouldn't want to wake up Doug. Or Thad. Or Jeff and Nick that are on the other end of the hall.

To B: Please

To Bas: Good night Bas. Although I think I need to check on you. You shouldn't be able to text with your hands tied up.

Notes:

As of the day this chapter was written, Maryland was the number one College Men's Lacrosse team in the US.

Anderson Cooper, the CNN news anchor, is the son of Gloria Vanderbilt who was famous for designer jeans in the 1980s. So, Anderson Cooper/Cooper Anderson? Get why I chose the Vanderbilts for Blaine's family. I thought it was funny.

I'm sure Brown is a lovely school, but I have heard that people in other Ivy League schools tend treat it differently. This even happened on Glee Season 6 between Quinn and Tina.

Author's note: I chose the name Cory for Blaine's aunt for a reason. Almost one year ago my cousin Cory was killed in an act of domestic violence by a man she had lived with for less than a month. So, if you are in a relationship where your partner doesn't treat you like the precious gift that you are, leave as soon as you safely can. Ask for help. You will be amazed what people will do.

If you are the family member, friend, co-worker or even acquaintance of someone you believe is a victim of domestic violence, do everything you can do to help them safely leave. They may not want to leave, but don't give up. They will hate you for a while, or even forever, but that is so much better than the alternative. Trust me.