Summary: Isn't that what you say before all hell breaks loose?

Notes: I made it three weeks with my desired Friday posting schedule. Then this chapter happened and I posted nothing for three weeks. I'm sure you fellow writers out there understand.

There is a story review in Chapter 58, but because it's been a while: Blaine and Cooper aren't speaking due to Cooper not showing up to support Blaine at what he calls the Intervention (Chapter 45).

Sebastian still refuses to call Kurt anything but Gayface.

BFI stands for the Brooklyn Film Institute (Artie's canon college). For story purposes, this fictional school is THE top film school in the country.

Sebastian didn't know why he was surprised when Blaine's dad opened the apartment's door "Good evening, Mr. A. Um, B sent me an invitation to come over." Yes, an actual invitation…handwritten in calligraphy no less.

"Of course. Come in, Sebastian. He's waiting for you on the rooftop." Charles showed him in but something was obviously off. "Were you able to speak with your father?"

Ok, that explained a lot. Not long after Dr. Shepard left, Sebastian received a call from his dad informing him he was now representing Burt Hummel as he faces political corruption charges. His dad knew he wanted Gayface to pay for what he did, but once again he made decisions without taking Sebastian's opinions into consideration. "Yes, I spoke with my father and I know he is representing Mr. Hummel."

"No…I mean, yes. I mean…"

Charles was saved by the appearance of his wife "Sebastian, sweetheart. How was your day at Columbia? Have you heard from the guys at Harvard? Oh, isn't Wes' sister, Nari, there as well? And do you know if Thad liked Yale? I worry about him being there all alone. And Blaine said Beat and Artie are ready to present their films at BFI tomorrow and you actually rehearsed with Mike today. Is he ready for his Tisch audition in the morning?"

That was one way to change the subject. "Columbia was Columbia but Mike was excited after our tour and he is more than ready for Tisch, although he admits he'd prefer Julliard. So, the rest in order…I have not heard from any of the guys but I don't expect to until tomorrow evening…Yes, Nari is at Harvard but she's also considering MIT…Thad wouldn't be too alone. There are several former Warblers at Yale and Quinn Fabray from the New Directions comes into the city to see Santana and the other girls all the time. It's only a 90 minute train ride from New Haven."

"What about Beat and Artie?"

"From what I heard, Artie is going to stay at Beat's place tonight so they can prevent each other from trying to make any more changes to their films. They are both already in at BFI, this is for an advanced placement." When he finished the rundown, Sebastian added "Mrs. A, I'm sure everyone will be touched you remembered where they're at and what they're doing, especially since you included both B's Dalton and McKinley friends. Now, if you'll excuse me…"

He headed for the stairs, but Charles put his hand on Sebastian's arm. "Before you go, I was trying to say earlier, when I asked about your father…" There was an uncomfortable pause. Pam began to step-in but Charles gave her a nod acknowledging he should be the one to say this. "Sebastian, I want to apologize. I had lunch with Sam and he told me you overheard us, your father and I, joking with the Berrys and Mrs. Nixon about what we believed to be the meaning behind the lyrics of Let's Hurt Tonight. I called Xavier, did he say anything?"

"He might have wanted to but when he told me the reason he's in DC. I didn't take it well and hung up on him."

The look Blaine's parents gave each other hinted there was definitely more going on with the Hummel situation than he had been led to believe. Charles could tell Sebastian was concerned but it wasn't his place to say anything. "Well, I know your father was as mortified as I was when we were told why Blaine took the song off his concert set list. Please, forgive us."

Pam stepped forward and gave Sebastian a hug. "Yes dear, please forgive those two insensitive idiots. I would love to hear Blaine and Sammy play that song on Friday. Now go…Blaine is waiting for you." The Anderson's smiled but when Sebastian finally headed upstairs, Pam turned to her husband "Charlie, that boy is about to blow."

When Sebastian opened the door to the rooftop he could do nothing but smile. Everything he saw screamed Blaine. The double lounger had been moved to face the (Central) park and had a stack of pillows and blankets on it. There were candles everywhere although the sun had only begun to set and the firepit had been lit as well. The only thing missing was…

"Ummm, you always smell so good."

Sebastian's smile grew ever wider as he felt his boyfriend's arms wrap around him. "I beg to differ. On more than one occasion you have bitched about the way I smell when I'm sweaty from lacrosse practice."

"True, but I never complain when you're sweaty for other reasons." Blaine gave him a swat on the ass before coming around and leading him to the lounger. Sebastian took a seat but Blaine went behind the bar and poured what appeared to be champagne from a mini-bottle into flutes. "Don't worry, it's ginger ale. The last thing either of us need before the photoshoot is alcohol and if you're as nervous as I am, you could use something to settle your stomach."

Yeah, Sebastian had an astonishingly accurate BS meter and Blaine had just sent it spiking off the charts. "Rosa told you I didn't eat dinner. Didn't she?...This isn't funny."

Blaine walked over, handed him his drink then sat down and threw a blanket across their laps. "Vous avez beaucoup à apprendre ma jeune Padawan" he said as he clinked their glasses in a toast.

"B, I've told you a 1000 times, just because you're speaking Star Wars talk in French doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly understand what the fuck you're talking about. What does Padawan even mean?"

"Hey, at least you knew I made a Star Wars reference, that's encouraging. And a Padawan is an apprentice to a Jedi. They have much to learn, as do you. You see, there is a new force in your life and her name is Rosa."

"Rosa works for my sister."

"Oh, my poor naïve one, it's a good thing you're handsome. Rosa is running the entire Smythe family and none of you have realized it yet. Think of Rosa as Yoda..."

"Small and hard to understand sometimes?"

"True, but also wise and able to use Jedi mind tricks to bend people's will to her way. You wouldn't eat at home so I got a call but only after she called all four of our parents and told them you and I were staying together tonight. Evidently, she scolded them on bein' a bunch of flip-floppin' idiots, expectin' them two boys to become a couple of blushin' virgins all a'sudden-like."

"Wow, I love, hate and fear her all at the same time. I would have enjoyed seeing my parents' faces…hell, I would have enjoyed seeing your parents' faces. Oh, and the incredibly uncomfortable conversation I had with your dad makes more sense."

"Nope, that particular conversation was courtesy of Sam's lunch with my dad. Now, I know you had a big salad at lunch and I had an early dinner with Mercedes, David and Wes, so neither of us are actually hungry but…" Blaine reached down and brought up a gift bag.

"Lounge pants and a sweatshirt? What do these have to do with food?"

"I'm going to pop popcorn while you get comfortable."

"Popcorn? Why popcorn?"

"You know how people say Where's the popcorn when all hell's about to break loose?"

"Yeah?"

"Ready to hear about my afternoon at NYADA?"

It didn't take long to change so Blaine was still making popcorn when he came back. Sebastian settled onto the lounge and found Blaine's tablet opened to the official NYADA home page. He took the hint and read the cued article. "Holy Shit! I can't believe she cut that many people. What the hell happened?"

"Is that all you noticed?" Blaine asked as he joined him on the lounge with the promised popcorn.

"You mean Gayface somehow made the cut and you are not a finalist but a guest performer?"

"I think you should read it again. A little more carefully this time."

From the Office of Carmen Tibideaux
Re: Changes to Dirty Dozen auditions (Vocal)

Through a series of unforeseen circumstances, this year's vocal Dirty Dozen wound up with 13 finalists so today a preliminary audition was held. While my goal was to reduce the number to 12, I chose only 6 to participate on Thursday. I will give further explanation of my decision after all auditions are complete.

Vocal Finalists in Order of Performance

Myron Thomas
Kurt Hummel
Rebecca Kent
Beatrice McClaine
Trevor Black
Samuel Evans

Guest Performer
Blaine Anderson

Seating is limited. Tickets are $25 and will be available through the NYADA campus store beginning at 9AM Tuesday. All proceeds from ticket sales will be donated to Mr. Anderson's non-profit organization to assist bullied youth.

Per NYADA rules, recording/photographing of any audition is strictly prohibited.

He reread the announcement two more times. Something was off but he couldn't…"Hold on…What the fuck? This can't be him. Right? There's got to be two guys named…"

"Samuel Evans?" Blaine finished for him with an all-knowing grin across his face. "Well, I'm sure there is more than one guy in the world named Samuel Evans, but that's our Sammy."

Sebastian turned to face Blaine and grabbed the bowl of popcorn. "I'm ready…start talking."

After a quick agreement that Sebastian would let Blaine finish and then ask questions, Blaine started with his arrival. He made it through Cassie July…Carmen signing him up as a finalist because she had remembered him as Tony from Rachel's audition tape and his minor performance at Nationals…Kurt being accepted and then losing his spot to Rachel…Carmen's run-in with Schuester and telling him not to bother applying for the NYADA job…

This was the point Sebastian had to say something. Blaine was quite impressed he had made it that far.

"Schuester's been acting like a total bitch all of these months because Carmen Tibideaux told him he was a no-talent hack who was beyond lucky he won Nationals? I could have told him that. I'm pretty fucking sure I have told him that. I mean once the New Directions got their shit together last year you were talented enough to win, obviously, but that was in spite of him not because of him. What are you going to do with this tidbit of info?"

Blaine took the popcorn away and put it on the side table. "I told Cooper."

"Ok, now I see why you took the popcorn away because…" Sebastian didn't know if he was surprised Blaine talked to Cooper or if he was on NYADA overload but one of them sparked his inner drama queen "WTF, B? You spoke to Cooper? The brother you haven't spoken to in almost 2 weeks? The brother who implied he thought you had brain damage while your parents thought you were either having some sort of mental breakdown or genius musical breakthrough?" He paused to catch his breath and when he finished, level-headed Sebastian had returned. "Although, I honestly believe you're overthinking what Cooper meant to say."

"Yes, I spoke to Cooper but only for us, well me, to call a truce and promise to work this out once we're all back in Ohio. Actually, Cooper is back in Lima to take care of some business and that's why I told him. Bas, when what's happening with Sam gets back to Schuester he's going to flip. Even though there's no glee practice this week…"

"He's still teaching and the New New Directions are sitting ducks for any shit-fit he decides to throw."

"Especially Sugar."

The mention of his cousin's name caused Blaine's entire demeanor to change. Sebastian pulled him into his arms the laid back to where was Blaine cuddled into his side, head on his chest. "Did you talk to her today?"

"No" Blaine sighed as one of the tears he was holding back managed to escape. "She's so mad at me, Bas."

"Hey, she loves you. No, your sweet-baby cousin worships the ground you sing on. Sugar just needs time to understand why you didn't tell anyone about Brody."

"I know, and I know it's easier for people to be pissed at me than the guy who disappeared for over three years. It's not like he begged me to keep secret the fact he was in New York, using a different name and oh, was alive…wait, he did. But yeah, totally my fault." Blaine stiffened and internally berated himself. He needed Brody for his Kurt plan to work. "Anyway, Cooper's going to handle Schuester if necessary, at least for now."

Sebastian switched their bodies around to where he was staring down at Blaine. "Not so fast, Anderson. You did nothing wrong and your family has no right to be on their high-horses about you not saying anything when none of them have said a word to Brody about the attackers being caught. I still can't believe it got tried so fast and has been kept out of the papers for so long."

"Again, my fault since I'm insisting I be the one to tell him and remember Sugar doesn't know. Hell, she doesn't know 99% of what happened and it's staying that way."

"When are you telling him?"

"Tomorrow evening after rehearsal at Julliard. Are you still ok with my using Who Knew to tell him?" Sebastian answered by leaning down and kissing him. What began as soft and sweet quickly turned into something more. "Bas" Blaine groaned, not believing he was about to say "We can do this now…and I am all for doing this now, but we won't have time to get back to what happened at NYADA. We need sleep and the car is picking us up at 5AM to take us to Vogue."

"Fine!" Sebastian reached over for the almost-forgotten popcorn. This time he cuddled into Blaine and put the bowl where they both could reach. "Ok, what happened next?"

As Blaine picked up the story, he made a mental bet with himself on where Sebastian would stop him again. There were questions in Sebastian's eyes when he told him Carmen proposed a joint Julliard/NYADA program and he attend NYADA as a theater major…but not a peep. There was no protest when he wouldn't give any details about Sam being a finalist because it was Sam's story to tell. Nothing else got a rise out of him until Kurt's outburst when Sam's name was called…but it was barely a snicker so Blaine kept going. There was only a smile for the stories of Sam's and then Blaine's auditions (Somehow, he got away without mentioning his mash-up songs. Bonus!). Then came Kurt's audition and as predicted…

Let's just say it was a good thing the popcorn was gone because it would have went flying.

Sebastian was up and off the lounge, pacing but occasionally stopping as if he wanted to say something only couldn't find a way to form actual words…kind of like a fish out of water. Then, after what was probably a much shorter time period than it felt like "Are you fucking kidding me?! That son of a bitch sang Fix You…to YOU?! And Tibideaux let it happen?!" Blaine doubling over in laughter was not the response Sebastian expected. "This isn't funny, Blaine!"

"Woah, steady now, no need to call me Blaine. I'm sorry but the only thought running through my head as you were yelling was whether or not the people across the street in Central Park could hear you?" He patted the space next to him, inviting Sebastian to come back, which he did. This time they laid the lounge back a bit so they could lay on their sides and face each other. "So, you were as shocked as Mercedes and I were about Kurt's Cold Play guilty pleasure?" Blaine joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Not funny."

Ok, try again. "Yes, it was. Want to know what makes it funnier?"

"Enlighten me."

"Mercedes and Sam didn't get it because she had left for the TroubleTones and he was still in Kentucky, but Rachel got it and screamed, and I mean SCREAMED at Kurt when Carmen dismissed us."

"I'm assuming there's a point to this. You were the one concerned about the amount of sleep we should have."

Better. "Not long after I transferred to McKinley, something was going on with the then-Miss Pillsbury and Schuester asked the New Directions to back him up as he sang the song. You know, help him work through whatever was wrong."

"And?"

"It was 2 hours after Artie posted the cast list for West Side Story."

"Holy shit! Does everything relate back to that damn play?"

"Seems like it. We should make it a game like Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon. Um…the Fall of the Holy Roman Empire to McKinley High School's production of West Side Story. Go!"

"Again, not funny." Although this time there was a slight chuckle behind Sebastian's protest.

"Again, yes it was." Blaine leaned in and gave Sebastian a kiss, quick and bodies remaining fully separated. Aftereffects of their earlier kissing had not totally dissipated. "Bas, when Kurt sang that song all it did was piss me off, reminding me of all the fits he threw when he didn't get the part. Not that he was ever man enough to do it to my face but remember, his whining to Finn on how I got Tony put in motion Finn's whole Let's make sure Blaine knows his place campaign."

"Ok, so what happened next?"

"Well, my love, that's when things got interesting."

Note:

Blaine's "Star Wars Talk": You have much to learn my young Padawan (Microsoft Translator).