A/N: I'm so sorry, but test weeks happened and it's actually still happening. Yes weeks. Here at my school they thought it would be funny to give us two so we can have more tests. Especially now with Eastern and shit. Haha. But I hope you guys enjoy this chapter for now and I really hope the next chapter is up a little bit faster, but I can't promise you guys anything.

Thank you guys for reviewing. When I saw those new reviews I immediately started writing this… screw studying : ). So thanks for that I guess. My parents won't be happy with it though if they find out.

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Why did he have to be so stupid?

He watched all those interviews, but he still assumed that Sebastian only wanted to drink some coffee with him and talk a little bit. That was probably the most stupid thing Blaine has done in a while. He humiliated himself again in front of the other boy. Why does Sebastian even want him like that? It just doesn't make any sense.

As soon as Blaine was home again he ran to his bedroom and closed the door behind. He didn't think of locking it though and soon Sam was in the doorway, looking concerned at the boy on the bed.

"Blainers? What's going on, man." Sam said as he walked a little bit closer and sat down next to Blaine on the bed.

"Hmmmf.."

"What's that?"

"I'm so stupid." Blaine finally signed as he hit himself dramatically on his head. He didn't expect it to actually hurt though. "Au!"

Sam started to laugh softly and Blaine immediately hit him on his arm, whispering a soft 'I hate you' to the other boy, but Sam amusedly shook his head.

"Come on, Blainey. Sit up and talk." With a deep, over de top, sign Blaine sat up and faced his friend carefully. "What did he do?" Sam asked immediately, Blaine smiled at that. He'd always liked that Sam knows what's going on when Blaine's upset. He most of the time immediately knows what's going on. And that's a really good thing if you ask Blaine, because Blaine really doesn't like to talk about his worries and problems.

"He- he kind of kissed me…" Blaine said slowly, but Sam didn't seem shocked at all.

"And…"

"What do you mean and?" Blaine asked offended and surprised. Wasn't that enough for the other boy? Can Blaine only lay down on his bed and act like his biggest nightmare happened in real life, when someone died or something?

"Well… when you mentioned his name I kind of went through your laptop and DVD's and I… you know… you could have known that he wasn't really going for a friendly talk there, dude." Sam said slowly. He did his best not to hurt Blaine. He really did, but the pained expression in his friend's eyes told him that he didn't succeed.

"Thanks for reminding me of that." Blaine said as he let himself fall down on his bed again. Instead of telling him to sit back up Sam joined Blaine and laid down beside him. "I mean… I didn't really know, but I should have… that's what so stupid about it. I mean I literally heard him say that he always fucks the newbies. I think I just never really thought about it, you know."

"It is the Sebastian Smythe, right?" Sam sad jokingly as he remembered their talk earlier this day when Blaine was fanboying over the other boy.

"Right…" Blaine signed.

When Blaine got the text in the middle of the night a small smile spread over his face and he really wished he could make it go away. He didn't want this to be happening, but Blaine would never get over his little crush on the other boy. Especially not now when he's going to be working with him.

Every. Single. Day.

"Is everybody ready? We'll start shooting in 20!" The director shouted through the room as everyone else quickly did some last things to get ready. Some of the actors put some more make-up on their face. The cameraman checked for a last time if the camera was working and people also made sure that everything was at the right place. The chairs, the bar, the bottles, the band. Everything was there, but there was only one thing missing.

Today was the day when they were supposed to shoot the lap dance scene. Jack Wright was supposed to get a lap dance from one of the band members, who was still rehearing their song at the moment. Their Jack Wright though, Blaine Anderson, was nowhere around yet and Mark Johnson, also the directior or this new series, immediately knew what was going on.

"Smythe!" Mark reached for the younger man's arm and pulled him with him. He ignored the protests of Sebastian or the other actors, because this was more important than Sebastian flirting with them. "Where is Anderson?"

"Ha. I don't know." Sebastian laughed, but Mark really didn't get the joke this time.

"This is not a game, Sebastian. We need the boy to shoot this scene and we need him now." Mark shouted angry, but Sebastian wasn't scared at all if that was where John was going for. He simply shrugged and walked away. "Sebastian Smythe! I can just fire you, you know!"

This made Sebastian turn around immediately and look at the directior with wide, unbelievably eyes.

"You really just said that? You want to fire me? And you think that people would actually watch this stupid show if you did?" Sebastian took a few steps back to Johnson and watched him closely as he continued. "Yes. I fucked Blaine." That was a lie, but he will never confess that. "And it was fucking good. He'll come, don't worry." Sebastian did worry though.

He'd last seen the other boy almost a week ago and you could say that they never really had a proper goodbye. Not that he really cared. Obviously he didn't. Seriously not.

"And where is he then?" Just then Blaine ran inside the room covered in sweat or maybe it was the rain, but he did look exhausted. His breathing could literally be heard on Sebastian's side of the room, but Sebastian wasn't looking at that. He was looking at the rain? Water? slowly dripping over Blaine's cheeks, neck and he watched how it slowly disappeared in his white, soaked, shirt.

"I'm so sorry I'm late! I was lost!" Blaine exclaimed breathlessly, but no one really cared about what he said. He was there, that's what was the matter. Someone immediately pulled Blaine with him to change him into some dry clothes and made him ready to be on camera.

Blaine isn't so sure if he'll ever be ready though. Ready to get an almost naked guy on his naked chest. It's not really his thing to do, but soon he'll be sitting on the chair next to Sebastian. Sebastian's character has to be jealous when the guy dances on Blaine's lap and Blaine kind of like the thought of that. Sebastian Smythe being jealous because another guy is all over Blaine, but then he soon reminded himself that they were characters. And on top of that Sebastian will never be jealous of anyone or anything in real life.

Never.

"Be ready in two!" Mark Johnson shouted this time and Blaine immediately was being pushed to the chair next to Sebastian. Blaine simply sat there, staring at the ground in silence. He really didn't want to be the first one to break it and he wasn't expecting Sebastian to do it, but he did.

"Okay we have two minutes to talk, so talk." Sebastian signed and Blaine simply stared at the other boy with wide eyes. Sebastian wants him to talk. Okay. "What? You don't have anything to say?" Sebastian asked seriously. He didn't sound mean or impatient, but he really wanted to know the truth.

"Uhm.. not really I think." Blaine said. "I mean… whatever happened wasn't anything personal I think. At least I figured because you know…" Blaine looked at the other boy, silently asking for permission if he was supposed to go on or if he was hurting his feelings or something like that, but Sebastian looked understanding and motioned for Blaine to keep going. "You're kind of a dick."

"Fucking asshole I'd like to say." Sebastian corrected with a smile and Blaine silently agreed.

"I seriously thought you wanted to drink some coffee with me the other day, which was stupid. Believe me I know."

"Very stupid." This time Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I mean… I'm Sebastian Smythe. I do like coffee though, but black. Seriously Blaine? Are you really that boring?" Blaine frowned in confusion when Sebastian suddenly decided to change the subject. Wasn't he the one who started this conversation in the first place? "Well I may be an asshole, but we still need to work together, Killer." Sebastian commented and Blaine signed deeply as he buried his head in his hands and Sebastian actually looked offended when Blaine looked back up.

Blaine didn't mention it though.

"30 seconds!" Johnson shouted.

"Good luck, Killer. You're gonna needed." Blaine wanted to hit the other boy for that comment, but deep down he knew that it was true. He could use all the luck he could get.

A/N: I never expected this chapter to actually have a normal length. I did kind of write this in a rush though and didn't check it, because I need to study. (I didn't start studying yet for my tests tomorrow and it's 11.30 P.M.)

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