A/N: Seriously thank you guys so much. I know I'm not one of those persons who answers all the reviews privately and I don't really have a good excuse for that, but that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy every single review I read, because I do. I appreciate the time you guys spent to write something like that for a story of mine even if it only took five seconds to do so.

Secondly I wanna say that I'm sorry. It's been a while since I updated this story. It actually been a while since I've written a full chapter of anything.

Without any more talking I'll bring you guys the fourth chapter. I hope you guys enjoy and if so let me know.

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Unfair

"You don't know him the way I do." The words were only whispered, but it was hard enough to be heard. A long silence followed. Both Blaine and Sebastian couldn't seem to focus on anything else beside each other. They barely realized it when Mr. Smythe excused himself and walked downstairs, but when the door downstairs closed both of them knew that they were alone now.

For a second Blaine was sure that Sebastian actually wanted to talk, but then he remembered the warning that he'd been given yesterday.

What happened back at school stays between us. My father doesn't need to know a thing. You don't talk to me at school, ha! You don't even talk to me here. We may be living in the same house, but we're not friends. You're weird. You're a freak and you're no friend of mine, do you hear me?

"You can go now. I'll tell your father that we've talked."

"Why?" Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't say anything. "I've been an asshole to you today and yesterday. You know what, forget that. I've been an asshole to you since the day we've met and you're still nice to me. Why do I deserve that? Because I don't see it." As soon as Sebastian started talking Blaine stopped looking at him and instead kept his eyes firmly on the ground. Without thinking too much about the consequences he padded next to him on the ground and within seconds Sebastian sat down next to him.

"Honestly, I don't know." Blaine answered eventually, his eyes still locked on the ground underneath him. "It's stupid. I'm stupid."

"No, you're not." Sebastian breathed softly and he closely inspected the boy next to him. The boy sitting next to him on the ground doesn't look like the boy he used to know. The Blaine from a year ago was happy, energetic and always knew what to say. Of course he was and still is a shy and small guy, but if Sebastian hadn't known Blaine the way he knows him he isn't even sure if he'd regonized him.

The boy in a Cheerio uniform, which was a surprise itself, crying silently and too afraid to look up. It killed Sebastian that his ex-friend can't even look him in his eyes, but that was his own fault for breaking his heart.

"What happened?"

The question could have many answers and meanings. What happened yesterday when you suddenly showed up at my house? What happened to your arm? What happened last year after you disappeared out of my life?

"I could ask you the same question." Blaine dared to have a quick look at Sebastian, who already looked confused at Blaine. "I mean, when I came here and you and your father were fighting. I've heard some rumors at school, but I want to hear it from you."

"Honestly?" Blaine nodded at this. "I almost strangled a guy." Sebastian expected Blaine to hate him even more now and on top of that he expected him to panic, but he didn't. Blaine didn't move a tiny bit and instead of being paniced or mad, he looked confused and truely interested.

"Why?"

"You don't wanna know."

"And what if I do?" A small, playful smile was on Blaine's lips when he turned around and faced Sebastian for the second time that afternoon. "Please tell me, Seb." Out of the sudden Sebastian stood up and Blaine immediately followed him on his feet. He watched Sebastian closely as he seemed to figure out what to say.

"Don't call me that."

"I won't if you tell me what happened."

Obviously Sebastian isn't persuaded very quickly, but he knew that if Blaine would call him Seb one more time he wouldn't be able not to lean forward and kiss Blaine on those perfect lips of his. And that is something that really can't happen ever again.

"Fine," Sebastian signed deeply as he sat down on the bed and looked annoyed at Blaine. "They made fun of... us."

"Huh? Why would they do that?" Another thing that didn't change. Blaine never seemed to figure out what was going on before Sebastian explained it bit by bit. On the other hand, maybe he did it in purpose. Maybe he didn't want to believe what he was thinking.

"Remember your little joke when I stepped out of the car." And it finally seemed to make sense in Blaine's head. His lips parted and a shy oh rolled over his tongue. "Exactly. Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"No it's not." Sebastian looked surprised at his housemate. Did Blaine seriously think that he had to apologize for something? Isn't Sebastian the one who should be doing just that? "I don't just mean this morning, Sebastian. I mean... Yesterday I just showed up at your house and you have nothing to say about that. And that's not fair. You don't want me here, of course you don't, but you still have to live with that, with me. And even though I wish that one day you actually enjoy my company, I think that that's not gonna happen any time soon."

And for once Sebastian was reminded that he has feelings too.

"Seriously if I wanted you out of here you'll be on the street in no time." Sebastian smiled softly, but as soon as he locked eyes with Blaine his expression turned serious. "But I don't want that. It's not your fault that you're here. I don't know what happened between you and your father, but..-"

"Do you wanna know?" Blaine interrupted.

"Is it bad?"

"What's bad? He's alive so it's not that bad." Blaine joked and he finally sat down next to Sebastian on his bed. "My father is a little abusive. I think you may have realized that." Sebastian nodded and Blaine took this moment to place his hand over Sebastian's. The smaller boy smiled softly when he didn't pull away and Sebastian's hand remained at the same place. "He needs help and I'm very grateful that he has realized that himself. Everybody hates him except for your father and I. That's probably why I'm here."

"That Blaine, that's unfair."

"So... it's life. Nothing is fair."

"Way to be dramatic, B." Only seconds later Sebastian realized what he'd said. "Fuck. I meant Blaine. Way to be dramatic, Blaine."

"You can call me B, you know."

"Well, maybe I don't want to."

Sebastian finally pulled his hand away from Blaine's. Instead he folded his hands on his lap and with one last look at the Cheerio he walked out of Blaine's bedroom. Blaine didn't say anything. With a loud sigh he let himself fall on his bed. It wasn't much later when he eyes closed and he fell asleep.

You know what isn't fair? That Blaine is still in love with Sebastian even after all those months. That. That's unfair.

A year ago Blaine's mother died and Blaine can still remember every single moment of that day. Crying, sobbing, screaming, shouting, it's literally all he did for weeks.

"Dad, what's going on? Why are there cops in the house? Dad! Why are you crying?" Blaine was shaking on his feet and he could hardly stand still. He didn't even know what happened yet, but still he's almost peeing in his pants.

"Blaine, calm down." It was a simple order, but it was impossible for Blaine to follow. "Come son. Let's sit down over there."

"Dad? Where's mom?"

"Blaine, I need you to stay quiet okay?"

"Dad? You're kind of freaking me out here." Mr. Anderson raised his hand and placed his forefinger in front of his lips to tell his son to be quiet and Blaine did his best to listen.

"You're mom, she- she was shot."

"But she's alive, right?" Mr. Anderson didn't answer. The older man closed his eyes and Blaine could only look at the tears that rolled over his father's cheeks. He didn't move or said anything to comfort his father, but who could blame him. How can he comfort someone else when he needs the same treatment. He didn't realize until moments later that he was crying too.

Blaine was distracted for a moment when a cop made his way into the kitchen and Blaine could only imagine what was going on in there. No, this couldn't be happening. His mother didn't die. That wouldn't be fair.

His mother is the perfect parent. She always knows what to do or say and she doesn't have any enemies so it would be stupid if someone actually tried to kill her and shoot her. His mother, Mary, held him in her arms after the Sadie Hawkins Dance or when he simply had a bad day or even on a normal day. Whenever Blaine needed her, she was there. No matter what. His father used to be there for him too, but he never said anything and Blaine never understood why not.

"I'm sorry." Blaine's father said before he excused himself and walked outside. Blaine wasn't dissapointed that his father didn't stay with him. It's one of those things that he and his father have in common. After hearing bad news they want to be alone, later they'll talk and they need to talk.

Blaine didn't have much time alone though, because soon cops walked up to him and started to asked questions. Questions that Blaine really didn't feel like answering. He did answer them though, but his mind was somewhere else. This whole time his mind was focused on his mother, who was lying in their kitchen, dead. Without realizing it he sobbed quietly and soon he was pulled in a hug by one of the cops. He didn't want their hugs though. He wanted Sebastian's hugs. He needed Sebastian.

"Is- is it okay if I call someone?" A simple nod was all it took for Blaine to raise up out of his chair and on his feet and ran to his bag to grab his phone.

Blaine could barely see anything when he looked for Sebastian's name on his screen. It took him a lot of courage and a few deep breaths until he finally hit the call button.

"Blaine?"

"Sebastian? Can- can I please come over? I need you." Blaine sobbed quietly and he almost expected Sebastian to say no. The two of them had been in a fight recently and even though the reason had been pretty stupid, the two of them hadn't talked for days.

"What happened?"

"My mom... She- she's dead. Seb, how? Why?... She- please, Seb. I- I can't do this on my own." Blaine bit on his lip to stop himself from crying out loud. It's not that he was embarrased, but Blaine had never liked to show this side of him to Sebastian, because he knew that he wasn't gonna like it. This time it was different though, for once he didn't care so much about that.

"Isn't your father there?" Blaine closed his eyes and hoped that when he opens them again this all turns out to be a dream, more like a nightmare. When Blaine opened them again everything was still the same. "Where is he?"

"We talked... I mean he told me about... about mom. He's gone now though. I- can I come over? The cops are here and..."

"Wait, she was murdered? Fuck, B. Just... Yeah okay. I guess we could meet somewhere." Sebastian said and Blaine knew what this meant. His father was home so he couldn't come. "You know what. I'll pick you up. I'll be there in twenty minutes." And without saying goodbye Sebastian hang up the phone.

That night and day Blaine and Sebastian did nothing else but cuddle in complete silence. The next day they skipped school together and hang out instead. And even though the reason wasn't the greatest, it was still the closest Blaine has ever felt towards Sebastian.

"And? Will he stay?" Mr. Smythe asked as soon as his son walked down the stairs.

"Of course he will."

Of course Blaine stays, because in the end all the awkward moments will be worth it. And that's all that matters.

A/N: I seriously had no idea what to write for this chapter. Obviously the talk had to be in it, but that was only 1000 words. I kind of know what I want to happen, but I found it a little bit too soon for this chapter. So I'm sorry for the crappy chapter and it's a little bit shorter too... Hmmm...

Anyway, hello blangst. Happy to see you again.

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