A/N: Seriously, thank you guys so much! I really like reading all those reviews and I also really enjoy writing this story so… maybe I can make it happen you know; that once a week thing. Reviews still make me write faster.

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Warnings: (Homophobic) language

Suspended

It wasn't until after second class when Blaine decided to change into his Cheerio uniform. The whole day studens kept staring at him and some girls and boys of the Glee club had asked what happened, but Blaine had answered that question with the same answer every time. "It's nothing important." And most of them simply walked away. Not that Blaine really blames them. It's not like he's best friends with all of the New Directions. Of course they are a family, but not everyone has to know everybody's secrets. And for some reason hadn't he seen any of his friends that day. Well except for Brittany, but she'd made up her own story of what happened with his eye and arm and Blaine had done nothing else except to agree with whatever she'd said, even though he doesn't even remember what it was.

Sam was nowhere to be seen though. He wasn't in the canteen eating his lunch and he wasn't there during Spanish, but Blaine was pretty sure that Sam had told him something about that a little bit over a week ago. If he'd remembered it correctly Sam had a dental appointment and it's not like Sam and he saw each other a lot this day of the week. For some reason they had a lot of different classes.

And on top of that Blaine hasn't actually been paying attention today. For all he knows Sam had been walking passed him a million times today. Blaine was way too deep in his own thoughts to even notice.

When it was almost time for Glee practice the blond boy finally made his way through the hallway of McKinley and Blaine laughed softly when Sam locked eyes with him and walked towards his locker.

"Blaine! There are you, dude. I have a question. Do you think that Schuester would mind if…" Sam stopped talking for a few seconds and simply stared at Blaine. His eyes going up and down as he inspected the Cheerio precisely. "Wow dude, what happened to your eye? Oh… and arm?"

"Hi, Sam." Blaine answered with a small smile, but it faded away when Sam asked about his eye and arm, but he had planned something for when someone would ask. He was glad that no one special had asked him about it just yet, because he was pretty sure that he won't be able to lie to Sebastian or John. Not that it will be easy to lie right into Sam's face. It's not like he hadn't done that before, but Blaine likes to think that it's not a lie when he simply doesn't tell the truth. "It's nothing to worry about." He commented quietly and he hoped that Sam would get the hint and leave it alone, but Blaine didn't have much luck these past few days.

"Well, what happened man? It seems like something to worry about actually."

"Could you please just drop it?" When Sam didn't answer immediately Blaine took it as a yes and asked a question on his own. "What were you talking about just a minute ago? Something about Schuester?"

Sam thought for a second, but soon remembered why he even was looking for Blaine in the first place. With a single nod he silently told Blaine that the smaller boy has to explain himself someday, but for now he'd dropped it and won't mention it again.

"Oh yeah. I thought maybe we could ask Schuester for help… for you know." Sam whispered softly, because he didn't want anyone else to hear about their plan.

"You're kidding right? Schuester? Seriously? We can't ask him for help and either way, we've got this thing in the bag. We've just got to stick to the plan you know."

"You're sure? I mean, do you even know what we're actually going to do?" Sam asked a little bit unsure. Of course Blaine and he had talked about this before, but it's never been really clear to Sam what Blaine exactly wanted to do. First he thought they were going to embarrass Sue Silvester, but now he's not so sure anymore.

"Well… did you bring the camera?" Blaine asked his friend, who nodded his head. "Good. I have the costumes in my locker. We'll figure something out." Blaine said as he turned back to his locker to grab some more books and placed some other books back in his locker before he closed it and turned back to Sam.

"Okay… dude, you're sure you want to do this?"

Blaine was surprised by Sam's question, but on the other hand he did understand why he asked it. He likes hanging out with Kitty and Brittany and he knows that he won't be able to do that much anymore when he's kicked out of the Cheerios. And besides that, there had to be a reason why he joined in the first place back in December. There are way more clubs to join, but Blaine decided to join the Cheerios.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw this guy…" So Sam was here already. "And he was kind of checking you out, dude." Sam said as a big smile slowly formed on his lips. Blaine's cheeks flushed red and he turned around to hide it for his friend, but he'd already noticed and placed his hand on Blaine's cheek to make the smaller boy look at him. "Come on man. As a straight male I can definitely say that you look hot in this uniform!" Sam said and when he realized that his hand was still on Blaine's cheeks he quickly pulled it away. "And don't get me started on your ass." Sam added, but this was way quieter than before.

Blaine's mouth opened in disbelieve, but soon shook it off. Sam was straight and he only said this to cheer him up. That doesn't explain the whole school boy act though, but he decided not to mention it ever again.

"Thanks… I guess, but I think that if someone thinks I… uhm look good."

"Hot." Sam corrected.

"Uhm… hot… then that person should think the same when I'm in my own clothes." Blaine was pretty sure that his cheeks had the color of a tomato right now and he didn't like it.

"You do know that the person checking you out is one of the football players right? I mean… the gay one. I don't know his name, but he's popular. He can't date… one of us." By the way Sam said us Blaine knew that he didn't mean just Sam and Blaine, but the Glee kids, the unpopular kids.

Blaine was quiet for a few seconds and when Sam started to worry if something was wrong, the curly haired boy suddenly started to laugh aloud. And even Blaine wasn't sure what was going on with him, but he simply couldn't stop himself. When Sam started talking about a guy checking him out he never expected it to be Sebastian. It couldn't be him, because Sebastian would have been smarter than that. If Blaine is sure of one thing it is that he won't be staring at Blaine in the hallway or anywhere at this school.

"Sam… he really isn't checking me out." Blaine said when he'd finally calmed down and he wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, but this time they were tears of happiness which was a change. "That's impossible."

Sam didn't answer the boy immediately; he nodded to a spot somewhere behind Blaine and the Cheerio turned around right away. As he did so he found Sebastian looking at him with wide eyes. It didn't take much more time though before he looked away and left.

"He's just looking out for me." Blaine signed deeply.

"Why would he do that?" Sam actually looked concerned for a few seconds and Blaine felt guilty for not telling him the truth.

"It's complicated."

"Well… tell me?" Blaine shook his head.

"We should go to Glee practice." Blaine knew that he'll get more questions and hopefully one day he'll be able to answer them, but that day is not today.

Sebastian really had to control himself a little bit more now that he's back at school. Yesterday he could stare at Blaine all he wanted, because the smaller boy was too oblivious to notice anyway. At school Blaine wasn't the only one who could catch him and this should prevent Sebastian from stealing some quick glances of the other boy. It's not like he didn't see the other boy every day.

The Cheerio uniform did something to Sebastian though. That and the guilt he was feeling this whole time since Blaine stepped into his, their, house yesterday. Sebastian hated himself for not even mentioning the bruises or the cast around the other boy's arm. It's almost like he didn't care, but he did care. He simply can't put it into any words.

"Smythe! What the fuck was going on this morning, dude? What did you do with Anderson?" Sebastian was in History class when three boys, Stefan, Boris and Danny walked up to him, all the boys were wearing their football outfit just like Sebastian and surrounded the dark haired boy on the chair.

"What are you talking about?"

"The bruises and cast! I didn't think you had it in you, man." Sebastian's eyes widened and he looked disgusted when he actually saw his fellow football teammates smile. Did they enjoy the thought of Sebastian beating Blaine?

"Oh… I didn't…" Sebastian started slowly. More students were filling the room, but until now no one was looking at them and Sebastian would like to keep it that way.

"Dude seriously. It's okay. Someone had to show the fag where he belongs." Danny said as he reached out his fist for Sebastian to bump him, but Sebastian didn't move a tiny bit.

"Seriously dude, Blaine, yes he has a fucking name, was nice enough to let me drive with him in his car. Nothing else." Sebastian stood up and watched closely how the three boys all set one step back, but didn't stop looking at him with pure hatred. Sebastian wasn't afraid of them. No, he wouldn't be able to fight them all, but he's not afraid.

"You were in the car with that disgusting kid for fun?" Sebastian actually laughed at this and he amusedly shook his head. He couldn't believe how stupid some people were.

"I think you forgot one thing there. I'm gay too remember." And before Sebastian saw Stefan's fist coming his way it already slammed hard against his cheek. His hand immediately covered his cheek and he wiped away the small prints of blood that were dripping down his cheek and on slowly ended on his chin. Without a second thought he reached forward and pushed Stefan against the wall. Both of his hands formed around his troth. "Don't fucking touch me." Sebastian hissed into Stefan's ear.

Sebastian could feel four hands pulling him back by his torso, but Sebastian didn't let go. He squeezed, but not hard enough to kill. Only hard enough to scare the boy and he was doing a really good job at that. Stefan may not show it, but for a short second Sebastian could see the fear in his eyes.

"I don't care what you think of me. You can call me a fag whenever you want, but don't talk about Blaine that way. And you sure as hell don't fucking touch me!" Sebastian was too deep in his talk that he didn't hear the door open and close one more time. It wasn't until he heard his name when he realized that his teacher had made his way inside the room.

"Sebastian Smythe!"

Sebastian immediately loosened his grip on the boy against the wall and turned around with his hands in front of him.

"Principal office. Now!" Was all Mr. Schuester said before he walked to Stefan to check if he was okay. Sebastian wanted to argue and tell the older man that it wasn't his fault. And that Stefan started, but he was too tired. Without saying another word he grabbed his bag and left the classroom to make his way to the principal office. He already had a very good idea what was going to happen.

"Suspended? You have got to be kidding me!"

You could say that Mr. Smythe wasn't very happy to hear Sebastian's story. When Mr. Figgins told Sebastian that he wasn't allowed in his school for a week, he immediately walked out of that school and towards his house. It took him a good thirty minutes, but he wasn't going to wait for Blaine. He'll make sure that next time he goes to school on his bike,

"It wasn't my fault! That asshole started!" Sebastian shouted. He pulled of his coat and threw it on the stairs. If John didn't have a better reason than to get angry because of that he would have been, but the coat really isn't that big of a deal.

"There wasn't any trouble for months! What changed?" John asked as he impatiently reached for Sebastian's coat and pushed it in his son's arms.

"Nothing, dad! He beated me for no reason and I got angry."

"Mr. Schuester told me that you were going to kill him if he didn't walk into that classroom in time." John's voice sounded sure and confident and he pointed with his finger a few times against Sebastian's chest.

"That's not true. I could control myself." Sebastian's voice was low and he didn't sound sure at all. Was it true? Would he have pressed harder if Mr. Schuester wasn't there? No of course not. He only wanted to scare Stefan, nothing more.

"I believe you son, really I do. But we can't afford you changing schools you hear me. Now that Blaine is here too, we have even more people to feed. And we don't have much money and I probably need an extra job already. You really need to follow the rules for once, okay?" Sebastian signed deeply and dropped down on his knees. John followed him about a minute later and placed his hand on his son's back.

"I-I'm sorry." Sebastian and John both looked up at the same time and were both shocked to see Blaine standing there in the doorway. His keys were shaking in his hands and his eyes were glassy from the tears that started to form there. "I'll pack my bag."

Blaine was gone immediately after he'd said that. He ran up the stairs and into his room. He could hear John screaming his name, but he ignored it. When he was in his room he locked his door and sank down on the ground. Thoughts of places where to sleep were spinning through his head. Maybe he could just ask Sam, or maybe Burt would let him stay there, or he could sleep in his car. Probably car. That would work best.

"Blaine!" Again it was John who shouted his name and again Blaine tried to ignore it, but it started to become more difficult. He placed his hands over his ears and closed his eyes.

You're a burden.

Because of you he has to get another job.

Because of you they have money issues.

Blaine shook his head a few times, trying to get rid of the thoughts in his head.

"Sebastian! Why don't you do something?" Blaine could hear the older man say to his son.

"Just leave him alone." Sebastian almost sounded annoyed when he said these words to his father.

"Are you serious? He thinks that he's a burden!"

They are fighting because of you, Blaine.

"I'm sure he doesn't want to talk." Blaine softly smiled at that, because it's true. He really doesn't want to talk. He wants to be left alone for only a few minutes then they could talk. Or he could leave.

"And how would you know?" Mr. Smythe shouted angrily and Blaine heard the man knocking on the door a few times. "Blaine? Boy? Are you in there?" Blaine nodded his head, but didn't say anything. He didn't care that they couldn't see him, because he didn't want them to hear him cry. Not again and especially not for such a stupid reason. There are plenty more places to stay.

"Dad! Stop!" Sebastian shouted as he shoved his father away softly and unlocked the door with his own key, which was the same as the key of Blaine's room. "I'll go talk to him!"

"Why you?" It was quiet for a few seconds. When Blaine was quiet enough he could hear the two men breathing on the other side of the door. Blaine watched closely when the doorhandle moved and how the door slowly opened. Seconds later the door softly touched the wall and Blaine stared up at John and Sebastian who both looked at Blaine. Both of the them looked concerned. No one said a word until Sebastian took a deep breath and words rolled over his tongue.

"Because you don't know him the way I do."

A/N: Wow the blangst is back... I told ya : ) anyway, let me know what you thought? And thank you for reading! Already a new chapter... that's what all those reviews do to me.

Alright I wasn't going to do this, but then I thought why not?! I was wondering: do you guys want this story to go with the storylines on Glee (as far as that is possible). With that I mean that there should be a shooting in one of the upcoming chapters... I do think though if you guys want that, that I'm going to write a shooting with real shooters and not Becky... and guilty pleasures should be in it too. Well let me know! Or not : ) Idk.

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