A/N: Gah! New chapter! Sorry for the late update. (AGAIN) Bad week for me, so please leave a review. ~(^w^)~ They're absolutely awesome to read and mean a lot to me. Anyway, updates might be a bit slow. You know, school soon and whatnot. I'll try to update still though!

"Ah, weddings," Sebastian said nonchalantly as he and Blaine walked into a chapel. Both men were dressed in a formal, black tuxedo, as did almost every male in the room. The Wemma wedding had finally arrived, and almost all the New Directions and alumni had come to Lima to celebrate. Blaine was glad to see so many of his old friends...well, not completely happy. Rachel, Santana, and Kurt weren't exactly on good terms with Blaine. He hasn't seen them yet, but the time to face the evil trio was nearing. Blaine could feel it in his blood.

"You like weddings, Seb?" Blaine asked when he realized that Sebastian wasn't going to continue his sentence. Blaine glanced at Sebastian quickly. When he looked back forward, he saw Kurt glaring at him. Did he overhear us?

"No, I think weddings are overrated. Well, that is, unless..." Sebastian paused and cast a flirty look towards Blaine. The two neared Kurt. When they were finally side-by-side, Sebastian used two fingers to march up Blaine's chest and whispered into his ear, "you marry me."

Blaine lightly blushed. Kurt had his mouth left wide open, causing Sebastian to chuckle. He tried to hide it by placing a hand over his mouth and hiding his face behind Blaine. "Seb! Stop it!"

"O-Okay. I-I-I'll s-I'll stop-" Sebastian's words were interrupted several times by his laughter and breaths, "I-I'm-I'm s-s-sor-sorry."

Blaine shook his head at Sebastian's sudden childish behavior. "Let's sit here."

The two sat down on a bench close to the altar, near the aisle. Sebastian was still grinning, but not audibly laughing. Blaine decided to quickly look back at Kurt. He sat with Rachel and whispered something in her ear, probably about him and Sebastian. Blaine sighed.

"Stop sighing so much, Blaine. It's depressing," Sebastian told Blaine. Blaine turned his head to find Sebastian straightening out his tie.

"Sorry," Blaine replied, though he didn't really know exactly why he was sorry.

"Don't apologize," Sebastian said without looking at Blaine.

"So-" Blaine stopped himself when Sebastian flashed him a look. "O-Okay."

The two sat in silence for a while. Blaine looked around the chapel, wondering when the wedding would start.

"So, Killer," Sebastian spoke up, gaining Blaine's attention, "do you plan on ever getting married?"

"Only when every state legalizes gay marriage," Blaine answered. He had always been one to fight for LGBT rights. He remembered sending in an essay quite a long time ago when enrolling to Dalton. The essay was so well-received by the school board that it had helped paid for his tuition.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes," Blaine said plainly. There was a somewhat long pause before Sebastian spoke again.

"Any idea who you're going to marry?" Sebastian tried to speak casually, but Blaine could definitely hear the curiosity behind his words.

The question and his tone took Blaine by surprise. He never really talked about these things with anyone, especially Sebastian. "I-I don't really know yet."

Sebastian nodded and refused to make eye contact with Blaine. Blaine eyed him carefully and unintentionally leaned in towards him.

"Seb, are you-"

Blaine's voice was drowned out by the sound of the organ playing, signifying the start of the celebration. He jerked himself back and snapped his attention to the altar. Sebastian, however, still gazed in the same direction he was earlier. Blaine was curious as to what Sebastian was thinking, but he put his thoughts in the back of his head to focus on the wedding.

"Well, that didn't turn out well," Sebastian said, referring to what had happened at the chapel. Ms. Pillsbury left, leaving Mr. Schue all by himself. Well, Coach Sylvester was there, but that didn't help much. After that, the guests had been evacuated to the reception area. Mr. Schue decided to let the party continue, even though there wasn't anything to celebrate.

"I hope Mr. Schue isn't taking this too badly," Blaine commented. The two teens were leaning against the wall.

"He got ditched at his own wedding. How do you think he's taking it?" Sebastian sipped his non-alcoholic beverage. The bartender easily spotted his fake ID and ripped it apart, much to his dismay.

"Yeah," Blaine sighed and looked down.

"I thought I told you to stop sighing," Sebastian remarked.

"Sorry," Blaine realized his mistake as soon as he said that.

"I thought I told you to-"

"Stop apologizing. Yeah, yeah," Blaine said. Sebastian chuckled.

"You know, Blaine-"

"Ah hah! There you two are!" Blaine and Sebastian saw a familiar figure approach them.

"Rachel, what?" Blaine asked while Sebastian just looked in another direction.

"Hello, Sebastian," Rachel spit out his name in disgust, standing with perfect posture in front of him. It was almost comedic, considering how much taller Sebastian was. "Or should I say, boyfriend snatcher!"

Sebastian puffed out his cheeks and let the air slowly escape his mouth. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

"Don't you ignore me! Hey!" Rachel tried her best to grab Sebastian's attention, but failed in the end. She looked around a bit before stepping on Sebastian's foot. "Ha! I bet you didn't like that, did you!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down Berry," Santana walked up to the three of them, arms crossed. "I've got this one."

Santana waved off Rachel. Rachel took Blaine's hand and dragged him away from the two.

"What do you want, Rachel?" Blaine complained.

"What do I want?" Rachel raised her hands to her shoulders before pressing one on Blaine's chest, "I want you to stop cheating on Kurt!"

"I can't be cheating on him if we're not dating," Blaine sternly said. "Besides, he's dating that Adam guy now."

"Yes, I know, but in the end, you two will always be meant for each other-"

"Like how you're meant for Finn?" Blaine slightly enraged Rachel.

"This has nothing to do with him and me," Rachel pointed at Blaine, fidgeting. "I'm with Brody now."

"Yeah, so why can't I-"

"Listen!" Rachel interrupted, surprising Blaine. "Have you guys kissed yet?"

Blaine rubbed his forehead. "No. What does that-"

"Yeah, well we did. That means you have to at least listen to what I have to say."

Blaine sighed. He really didn't want to remember that kiss, but it just kept following him around. "Okay, fine."

Rachel crossed her arms and asked, "What romantic act has he done for you so far?"

"Well," Blaine started, starting to regret pretending to date Sebastian, "he let me crash at his place when I got drunk."

Rachel opened her mouth widely, her eyes horrified. "He got you drunk!? See? I knew it! He was just trying to sleep with you!"

"Well, he didn't. Explain that," Blaine smiled smugly and remembered how Sebastian didn't take advantage of his drunken state. He didn't do anything. If he just wanted to sleep with me, he would've done something, right? Blaine started to wonder exactly why Sebastian didn't try anything.

"Well..." Rachel started, trying to find a good counter-argument, "that's not the point! You were meant for Kurt. Look, I pulled some strings so you could duet with him today, so you better sing 'Come What May' with him. Got it!"

Rachel immediately left, not allowing Blaine a chance to answer back. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and slowly let out the air. He didn't really want to sing with Kurt anymore. I want to sing with Sebastian...

Blaine opened his eyes to see...Sebastian? He had a hand over his mouth and was rushing to the bathroom. What's up with him? I better go check...

"Alright, Princess. Listen up, because I'm not gonna say this twice," Santana started, her usual sassy personality showing. "Look, I care about Blaine being with Kurt as much as I care about Rachel's moisturizing routine, which is to say, none. I do, however, care about my friends, and Blaine is my friend."

"And exactly where is this leading?" Sebastian questioned, already bored.

"I don't wanna see you or your wanky face near Blaine, ever again. Okay? And don't even try to sneak past me. I have connections in Lima you wish you had, and I am not afraid to call them up and tell them a rogue Gap mannequin is running loose on the streets. Honestly, do you-"

"Why?" Sebastian interrupted, his voice loud and clear. He snickered. "Why do you just assume that I'm going to hurt Blaine?"

"Because we're the same," Santana said, pointing at herself, then Sebastian. "We have more needs than other people, and we'll obviously just prey on the easiest. I could probably get Quinn right now if I felt like it." Santana gestured her head toward the bar where she and Quinn were at just a second ago. She grabbed Sebastian's drink and took a sip. Her face wrinkled up in disgust. She pushed it back to Sebastian. "Ugh, no alcohol. You have absolutely no taste in drinks."

"Look, I would never hurt Blaine," Sebastian grabbed Santana's shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "Never."

Santana opened her mouth wide, her eyes confused and shocked. "W-Wait, you really like him?" Santana mischievously smiled and looked around the building. "Attention, guests! Sebastian Smythe is in love with Blaine Anderson! Attention, guests!"

"Shut up!" Sebastian covered Santana's mouth, effectively silencing her before she swatted his arm away.

"Look, no matter what you say, I know that you will never be serious about anyone in a relationship," Santana glared at him.

"You don't know that," Sebastian said, trying to keep a straight face, though his voice was crackly. He walked away angrily, leaving Santana.

He knew it was true. He couldn't be serious in a relationship. It's not that he didn't want a relationship. He just knew it wasn't who he was, and even if he did try, he knew he would hurt himself in the end. I'd hurt Blaine too, wouldn't I? Sebastian covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, tears openly running down his face and onto his cheeks and fingers. Sebastian headed for the nearest restroom, not wanting anyone to see him like this.

Sebastian walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Look at you...you piece of shit! Sebastian continued to taunt himself. You knew...you knew this would happen eventually. You knew that trying to forge a friendship with him would only end badly. You knew! YOU KNEW!

Sebastian launched his fist toward the mirror, slightly cracking it. He looked down at the sink, his tears falling into it. So what you can't be with Blaine? You've been fine so far haven't you? It's not like it would last forever anyway. Then why are you so afraid? Hmm? Afraid to get you stupid little feeling hurt? No...that couldn't be it. I've done this before already. It's because...

Sebastian gazed at himself in the cracks of the mirror. He didn't see himself...he saw...someone...someone. He didn't know who. The man in front of him was an impostor. A fake. Sebastian would never act like this. Ever. Why had he chosen to start now? It's because...

I don't want to hurt Blaine...

Blaine cautiously opened the restroom door. He heard footsteps and the sound of a stall closing. Blaine peeked his head into the bathroom and called out, "Seb? You there?" He slowly crept into the bathroom. "Seb?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm here," Sebastian said, his tone wavering. He bit down on a fist to prevent any muffled cries from escaping.

"I, um, got worried...and, yeah," Blaine shut the door slowly. He looked around and saw a cracked mirror, which was right across from the only bathroom stall that had a closed door. "Uh, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I, uh, just got dizzy, and...yeah," Sebastian lied, trying to steady his voice.

Yeah, right. Blaine walked up to the stall door. "Don't lie to me, Seb."

Sebastian chuckled, wiping off his tears, "You know me too well, Blaine."

Blaine smiled and opened the stall door, "Yeah, I do. Now why-" Blaine stopped when he saw Sebastian. He was slightly smiling, yes, but his eyes were bloodshot. His breathing was still unsteady. "Were...Were you crying?"

"Uh, yeah," Sebastian hastily replied, "I had a...really bad headache." Sebastian forced a laugh and one tear rolled down his face.

"No you don't," Blaine pointed out. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Silence.

"Seb..." Blaine finally started, unsure exactly what to say. "L-Let's get a room. Okay? Then you better tell me what's going on."

"Fine," Sebastian doubtfully agreed, knowing he was in no condition to start an argument. With that, the two walked out, Sebastian's arm wrapped around Blaine's neck.

Blaine and Sebastian entered their hotel room. It was plain and simple. A bed across from the TV, a desk with a chair, a lamp. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sebastian immediately lied down on the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Blaine just watched him.

"So?" Blaine queried.

"What?" Sebastian asked, his voice groggy.

"Aren't you going to tell me what happened in the bathroom?" Blaine was somewhat irritated. He most certainly did not just spend his money on a hotel room just so Sebastian could ignore him.

"And what do I get if I do tell you?" Sebastian sat up and flashed his signature smirk at Blaine, seemingly not tired at all anymore.

"Not what you're thinking," Blaine joked, half-serious. Sebastian sighed and plopped back down on his back. Blaine sat at the foot of the bed, shaking his leg. "Seb...come on. I just want to help."

"You can help," Sebastian paused, pulling the blanket over him, "by sleeping with me."

"Seb, I told you, I'm not-"

"Not sex," Sebastian interrupted, somewhat confusing Blaine, "just sleep." Sebastian smiled at Blaine, inviting him, and Blaine would be lying if he said it wasn't tempting.

"Um...no?" Blaine replied, still a bit lost. Sebastian quickly lost his grin, and Blaine found himself slightly disappointed. Damn it, this is SEBASTIAN, Blaine. Calm yourself down.

"Fine then," Sebastian took off his suit and any other accessories, leaving him in a formal shirt and pants, which he loosened so he would be more comfortable. He grabbed a pillow and flipped over on his side, hugging the pillow. "I'll just sleep by myself then."

So he's the type that hugs stuff in his sleep? Blaine stared at Sebastian for a minute before following suit. He removed and loosened his clothes, and he crawled under the sheets.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked without turning around to face him.

"I didn't buy this room for nothing," Blaine replied.

"Well...okay then," Sebastian said, and the two didn't talk anymore after that.

Blaine fell asleep first, much to Sebastian's surprise. Sebastian slowly flipped over, careful not to disturb Blaine's sleep. He won't mind if I...? Sebastian neared Blaine slowly. He put one arm over Blaine and sneaked one under him cautiously. Sebastian proceeded to tangle their legs together, at least to the point of comfortability. He stayed in that position, hugging him, for a while. Just a bit longer...

"Seb..." Sebastian heard Blaine mutter in his sleep, and really, Sebastian was having a hard time of letting go of him. Just a bit longer...Just...a bit...longer...

Sebastian fell asleep unknowingly. Throughout the whole night, Blaine was wrapped in Sebastian's warm embrace.