Summary: Mercedes and Quinn have an idea how to help their friend, but Santana likes to do things her way. Meanwhile, Blaine and Sebastian may finally get their much-delayed day of debauchery, if Sebastian can handle Blaine's secret…or lie, depending how on he looks at it.

Warnings: Frank discussion of sex to include light d/s

New York

"Please tell me there's coffee." Santana groaned as she drug herself out from behind her bedroom's patrician.

Mercedes pulled a cup off the rack and set it on the table. "Brewing a new pot. What time did you get in last night?"

"You mean this morning? 4AM. Thank god my boss gave me today off. Things will get crazy again when the guys get into town tomorrow."

"I thought they weren't here until Friday?"

"They weren't but we needed them to come in for fittings. Mercy, I can't even begin to describe how incredible things were in LA. Not only did Blaine record the one song for Julliard and the other for his Graduation Project, he recorded a third."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, Beat's mom is some big-time music exec and had some people stop by (she'd save most of those for later, but…) including Katy Perry. She saw the music for the third song and said there should be strings in the background. Since there was already an orchestra there for the Italian song, they did a couple of run throughs and Who Knew. I mean, shit…I don't know what I mean."

The Katy Perry excuse was what they decided to tell people about Who Knew because it was the truth except they had already planned to record it for the doctors. Up until Blaine walked back into the studio, he swore he didn't remember the song. By the time he got to the first line of the chorus he had his eyes shut and he was singing the lyrics word for word to the music. Beat said that was the same zone he was in when he sang the song at Dalton, he just didn't collapse from exhaustion at the end which had to be a good thing.

Santana knew he couldn't be more wrong. She saw the panic behind Blaine's fake smile and knew exactly what he was thinking. How was he going to tell Sebastian about Tommy after he heard that?

She didn't realize that she had stopped talking until she heard Quinn come into the room "It's already viral."

"What are you talking about?"

Mercedes and Quinn looked at each other, then Mercedes left while Quinn asked "Didn't you know Blaine sang onstage at a Katy Perry's concert last night?"

"Of course, I knew. I was there. She had heard the Warbler version of Teenage Dream back in the day, remembered it and invited the acapella dreamboat to sing with her. He said no, but Katy Perry pretty much gets what Katy Perry wants so he agreed but only if they could do it his acoustic version. What's going on?" By this time Mercedes was back with her tablet and handed it to her "Holy shit! How many posts are there?"

"Over 20, but that one has the most views. You can see Blaine is staring straight at Sebastian. The views on Creep have also gone up about 20,000 and that's just from last night." Mercedes sat back down next to Quinn and they waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And then… "Holy Fuck! Hummel. He's knows Blaine has been singing Klaine songs again but this was THE Klaine song. I wonder how he took it. You know he's had to have seen this by now."

"Oh, he has" Nichole told her as she joined the group.

"Good morning, Nichole. You look like hell."

"That's what generally happens when you blow up your fucking life. Is it all right if I take a shower?"

In all the Teenage Dream drama, Santana had almost forgotten why Nichole was there and the gift she had brought her "Go ahead. Take your time." Once she heard the water running, the earlier conversation was quickly pushed aside "Has she said anything?"

"No, and we haven't pushed…yet" Quinn told her. "But it's got to be Sam, right? They would be so good together and face it ladies, we all kind of owe Sam."

"That's an understatement." Sam had told her that if he could forgive Finn for Quinn, he could forgive her for Brittany. She just wished he didn't have to be so damn nice about it. Speaking of nice "And even if for some reason Trouty has some undiscovered tingling for the Kennedy heiress, he would never do anything to hurt the Blonde Warbler. Huh? Blonde Warbler…Blonde Chameleon, our girl has a type."

"You noticed that too?" Mercedes laughed a little too loudly, but then went backed to the group's hushed tone. "Quinn and I agree that we want to help but should wait until after Nationals. Our focus for the time being is making it thru the weekend. I'm sure I'm not the only one that thinks Finn will have his hands full with Kurt and don't forget Nick and Sugar broke up last week. She was in Ireland the last 2 days visiting Rory and before you ask, yes, Nick knows."

Santana began to massage her temples as she could already feel the headache coming on "Oh, it gets better. Mike is coming and he and Beat are getting much more comfortable with the PDAs. They're not Seblaine level but I saw Mike and Beat kiss more in one day than I saw Mike and Tina kiss all Senior year."

Both Mercedes and Quinn did the classic wide-eye/jaw drop move, but let Santana continue "So, not only will we have Hummel and Teenage Dream, and Blaine being all mob family protective of his baby cousin, Tina will be getting full-on Bike for the first time. Wait! I can't believe I almost forgot, Nari..."

"No!" Mercedes said, not in denial but in more of a OMG how could this get any fucking crazier kind of awe.

"Yes, Trouty says he's fine with it…"

"I said I'm fine with what?"

Mercedes and Quinn looked over at a sleepy, half-naked Sam and then back to Santana "Oh, did I forget to tell you I brought the 8-pack Adonis home with me?"

"I'm done…" Nichole, wearing only a towel, stopped short when she saw Sam and his ex-girlfriends had their confirmation. The guy Nichole had feelings for so she broke-up with Jeff was most definitely Sam.

Santana's first instinct was to call Blaine but he was a little busy at the moment.

Location Unknown

Blaine pulled out a photo he kept hidden in his wallet and sighed. Sam had played him a Garth Brooks song once, I'm Much Too Young To Feel This Damn Old. That's what he felt like looking at the picture and it made him sad. He carefully folded the photo into a piece of paper and put it in his pocket for later. He looked at the clock and realized Sebastian would be there in about 15 minutes and he was nowhere near ready. Shit!

Sebastian was equally as frustrated, if not more. At that moment in time, he literally had no idea where on the planet he was. Blaine had been thorough in planning this surprise…his dad's private plane with shades down (and dads to make sure he didn't peek), three take offs and landings, exiting the jet in a private hanger with no markings as to location, limo with no windows and Daniel to make sure he didn't try to use his phone. Now he was exiting the limo in what had to be a VIP entrance to somewhere but again nothing to give away where he was.

The woman there to greet him didn't even where a nametag he could go off of "Mr. Smythe, welcome."

"To the…?"

"Mr. Anderson said you would try that. Now if you will follow me." They walked over to an elevator with yet another staff member with no name tag. Sebastian got in and was impressed when the guy pressed the PH button. "Enjoy your stay."

"At the…?" he asked again as the elevator doors closed. He turned to the guy with him who shook his head no. Oh well, if Blaine had gone to all this trouble who was he to ruin the surprise.

The doors opened to what had to be the Penthouse Suite, but there was no furniture, only a large blanket and picnic basket with a note on top.

Dear Bas,

This may not have been the Spring Break we planned, but maybe this will help.

B

PS Press the green button

There had been a remote under the note so he pressed that green button. When he did, what he had assumed was a wall (how had he not noticed there were no windows) opened. He stepped forward to look out and saw…the Eiffel Tower?

It now made sense. The picnic? The Eiffel Tower? May not have been the Spring Break we planned? This was the Spring Break in Paris they had originally planned only they were in (after another look out the expanding opening) Las Vegas.

"I'm sorry. Are you a freshman?"

Sebastian turned around so fast he almost fell over. Then he almost fell over from what he saw…or better yet, who he saw. It was Blaine. The original Blaine. The Blaine of all his early Dalton masturbatory fantasies. The grey-striped cardigan. The tight, tight grey pants that didn't quite reach the top of his sockless shoes. The bow-tie. And of course, the gelled-into-submission hair. "I…I…I…"

"I seem to remember that last time I was the one that was tongue tied."

"What is all this, B?"

"I know you were upset about Paris, but when we sit on the blanket we look directly out on the Eiffel Tower, restaurant, on the Las Vegas strip. Maybe this was a dumb idea."

"No, this is perfect. I can't believe you went to all this trouble. What about the outfit and hair?"

"This Blaine should have admitted from the beginning that he was attracted to you and got himself to a place where he could have done something about it. Taken you on a date that didn't involve coffee or horrible fake IDs."

"Well then, let's get to it. I'm starving."

The picnic basket Blaine (ok, Sebastian's mom) had the hotel prepare was full of all Sebastian's favorite French delicacies except for one. There was no wine, but Sebastian didn't seem to miss it until they had finished off most of the food. "Everything was wonderful, but why no wine? If we were in Paris, we would have had it."

"I want to talk to you about a couple of things and didn't want alcohol interfering."

"A couple of things? That sounds serious."

Blaine could tell from Sebastian's tone that he thought he was joking with him. Time to change that. "Well, two things but if the first one goes badly then the second one doesn't matter."

That brought Sebastian around "What are you talking about?"

You can do this…Blaine reached into his pocket, pulled out the paper, unfolded it and handed Sebastian the photo. "That was taken a little over 4 years ago. You can probably tell I'm the younger boy and Sugar is the girl on the older guy's back. That's Tommy."

"Oh" There were a million questions swirling in his head, especially with the timing of Who Knew, but he was putting all stewardship of this conversation onto Blaine. He was just honored that Blaine was ready to share. "He looks nice. Very cute, but I didn't realize he was so much older than you."

"Three years, but with the way our birthdays fell, he was a Senior when I was a Freshman."

"Oh, and you say this was taken a little…"

"It was a week before the attack."

"Oh." Sebastian didn't think he could hate those that attacked Blaine more than he did that day at McKinley when he told Cooper he could kill them and meant it. Seeing Blaine so young and so small…how could they do that?

"Bas?"

"Oh, sorry B. I'm just…sorry. For you and for Tommy."

"Thank you. I wanted you to put that face to Tommy's name. The face I saw when I had nightmares. Hell, it's still the face I see when I think of Tommy."

"Wait, what do you mean still think of?" Blaine turned back to the picnic basket, unzipped one of the sides and brought out a picture which he handed to Sebastian. "B? Is this the same guy? Oh god B, did you find Tommy? You must be so happy. Is he ok?" He was comparing the two again when he realized Blaine hadn't said anything "B?"

"I did find Tommy or he found me...about 8 months ago."

"8 months?" Sebastian beginning to figure it out and Blaine was going to let him. "That's about the time you and Hum…and you said Tommy found you?" There was a pause then… "Was Tommy Eli?"

"Yes"

"Holy shit!"

"There's more."

"More?"

"Bas, please."

Sebastian took a drink of his water (Damn! He wished it was wine). Admittedly, he had gotten a little over enthusiastic when he found out there was more to the story. "I'm sorry, B. Your attack and Tommy, and I guess Eli, are parts of you that will never belong to me, I get that. You can share as much or as little as you want. I won't push."

"Just remember you're the one that said that."

Back in New York

Santana sat fidgeting with her phone. She was trying to ignore the glares from Quinn and Mercedes for surprising them with Sam. Who by the way, was being a total sweetie to Nichole...telling her all kinds of terrible jokes and doing those stupid impressions which made her giggle. Yeah, the girl had it bad.

She was thinking about trying to call Brittany yet again when she received a text.

From Unknown: Stop trying to find me. There's no way I'd ever talk to you.

Oh really? In response she sent a copy of her favorite picture of her and Blaine. She was sitting behind him on his Harley, arms wrapped around his waist, cheek resting on the back of his shoulder. It must have worked because an hour later she was in a busy Manhattan coffee shop sitting across from Brody. "Now do you believe I'm one of Blaine's best friends?" she asked as he handed her phone back.

"He looked happy."

"He was very happy. He was with Sebastian."

"I still can't believe he wound up with the guy. I guess anything's better than Hummel but what does Kurt's ex have to do with me and Rachel?"

She looked around the shop and made sure that no one was too close before leaning across the table "We both know that this has nothing to do with Rachel and everything to Blaine. Don't we, Tommy?"

Brody leaned in as well "I see you know about my connection to Blaine but I suggest you drop it. I let you and Hudson get the drop on me once, and I probably deserved it, but that's not happening again." They both sat back and went into defensive mode…backs straight, arms crossed, nerves on edge. The stand-off could have gone on for hours when Brody suggested "Alright, we both obviously came for answers. Two questions each, answer truthfully."

"Five and how will I know if you're honest? It wasn't your strong suit when you were around last time."

"Three, yes/no answers only and I have this horrible feeling that you and I will be dealing with each other a lot as it concerns Blaine, so it's best to be honest up front and go from there."

"Fine, but I get to go first. Were you using Rachel to get to Blaine?"

"First time yes, second time no. Is…"

"Wait, first time yes?"

"Yes/no questions only. Is Blaine happy with his decision to go to Julliard?"

"Yes. Did you recently send Blaine a letter with only 4 words?"

"Yes, and if it helps the words were I still love you. Are Blaine and that Smythe guy as happy as you say they are?"

"Yes. Do you plan on trying to see Blaine while he's in New York?"

"Yes. Do you think Blaine wants to see me?"

"I don't know."

"Honesty, Lopez."

"Yes."

Back in Las Vegas

"This says I still love you."

"Yes."

"And he sent it through my dad?"

"Yes, but I don't understand how he even knows about your dad. That's one of the reasons I need to see him when I'm in New York. He shouldn't know about your dad being my lawyer."

"But my dad talked to Brody's…"

"Tommy's."

"Ok, my dad talked to Tommy's family about the plea bargain and settlement."

"No, your dad told Tommy's family that he needed to speak to him. Your dad thinks they're hiding him from me not that he's hiding from them."

"Alright, we'll talk to him on Monday and…"

"Bas, you'll be in Boston on Monday."

After 2 hours of Blaine explaining the Tommy/Eli/Brody soap opera, Sebastian finally lost it. "Not anymore I'm not!" He got off the blanket and went over to the gas fireplace, switched it on then put in Tommy's letter and watched it burn. "If you think I am letting that man whore anywhere near you or Ray…"

Sebastian stopping like that was unsettling "Bas?"

"Nothing, I just realized the slut has a type."

Blaine walked over to Sebastian and held out his hand, unsure if his boyfriend would accept a hug. He should have known better "Bas, you've got to let me breathe." He loosened the vice grip, but not much. "You are going to Boston as planned, and before you start arguing please hear me out."

Instead of going back to the picnic, they went out onto the large balcony where there were several overstuffed chairs surrounding a small pool and chose two facing each other. When he had planned the picnic, Blaine hadn't factored in sitting on the floor for that extended period of time, especially in the pants he was wearing. Yeah, he still preferred to wear his pants tight but…Damn! How was he able to do all that dancing at McKinley?

"First of all, I don't have a meetingwith Tommy Monday. I have a meeting at NYADA to find out how I'm a finalist without applying. I'm just assuming he'll be there."

"Are you sure he's behind that?"

"Not completely sure, but it makes sense. I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner." Blaine took off the cardigan and rolled up his sleeves then reached for Sebastian's hands "You have to trust me on this Bas. You were right earlier when you said this part of my story belongs to me and Tommy."

"That's not fair. I said that before I found out that your Tommy is Ray's Brody."

"That's true but would I have risked our day of debauchery if I didn't think this was important?"

Sebastian's entire demeanor changed "This is supposed to be our day of debauchery?" he asked, complete with over exaggerated eyebrow wiggle.

"It is, if you don't walk out on me now that I've told you about Tommy."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere." Sebastian leaned over and gave him a small, sweet peck. Was he happy with anything Blaine told him? No, but he was choosing to focus on the fact that Blaine told him. Blaine trusted him with this and he was going to have to find a way to do the same. "Now, I'm more than ready to get started on our day of debauchery but I remember you saying that there was something else you wanted to talk about. What was it?"

"Our sex life."

Sebastian let go of Blaine's hands and leaned back in his chair "Is this about Doug's Daddy comment?"

"Yes, no, I don't know. The snarky comments from our dads didn't help."

It was his body language not what Blaine said that got Sebastian's attention "What did you do, B?"

Blaine couldn't look at him. It had broken his heart when he made the decision "I…I sent the Italian song to Julliard to replace Let's hurt tonight."

"Oh, B."

"Hear me out. That night, when I had you give control to me, I had to stop myself from going further…a lot further."

"And it scared you."

"Yeah, it did."

"Did you talk with Dr. Shepard?"

"No. Are you saying…?"

"Blaine the only person saying anything about you being crazy is you."

"Cooper said I was brain damaged."

"No, he didn't but that's not the conversation we're having. For the record, I don't think there's anything wrong with our sex life but I can see you thinking it's pretty intense compared to the occasional vanilla sex you were having with Hummel." The next thing Sebastian knew he was hit in the face with one of the pillows from Blaine's chair. "I take it you agree."

"Maybe I overthought it a little."

"You think?" Sebastian's sarcasm earned him a second pillow but this time "Ha! Missed! But, seriously B, if it will make you feel better, while you're doing all this writing we could tone things down from bananas foster to banana cream pie. What's so funny?"

Blaine was able to say "You said cream pie!" before falling over laughing, this time Sebastian joining in. The heaviness of their previous conversations melted away and when they were able to collect themselves they were back to being who they were when Sebastian had first arrived. "Maybe we could tone it down a little" Blaine said in that special tone that was probably their biggest problem "but not until we have our day of debauchery. How about we start with a skinny dip? No one can see in."

"That sounds nice but…"

"What is it, Bas?"

"I'm not ready to lose my Uptown Girl Blaine, and if we got in the water…"

"Last year at McKinley, the New Directions helped Schuster propose to Emma with this big 1950's Ester Williams movie-style swimming number." Sebastian had no idea where Blaine was going with that until he pointed at his hair. "Never moved. Water just beaded and rolled right off."

Sebastian didn't want to wait. He grabbed Blaine and pulled them both into the pool. They'd get to the skinny-dipping part eventually.