"Ugh, where am I, god my head hurts" Blaine just started to wake up but was met by the biggest hangover he could ever have imagined. He rolled over to see Sebastian sitting on the edge of the bed just watching him already in his Dalton uniform.
"Morning sleepy head, I have to go soon so you can stick around here until I come back from school" Sebastian told Blaine as he lent in for a kiss. During their kiss Sebastian got out his phone and took a picture of him and a half naked Blaine making out.
"Wow, you're even better when you're sober" Sebastian told Blaine as he was blown away by the intimate kiss which they had just shared. All Blaine did was look at Sebastian blankly still confused at what had happened the night, let alone the day, before. Sebastian walked over to his chest of drawers and picked out some spare clothes for Blaine so that he didn't have to wear the same clothes two days in a row. As he was over there he also picked up his shoulder bag and walked back over to the bed.
"I'm going now. Here are some spare clothes get ready when you want to. Downstairs there is some medicine that I think you are going to want to use, after seeing your face like this" Sebastian explained as he walked towards the door ready to leave.
Sebastian turned to face the door and walked slowly towards the door and left. All Blaine did was lay back down wondering about what has just happened. He heard the front door slam shut so he was definitely sure that Sebastian wasn't there anymore. He stood out of the bed to find that he only had on his pair of black and white checked boxers.
"What happened last night" Blaine asked himself as he stumbled across the room towards the en suite. He looked in the mirror to see the reflection of a man which he hadn't seen for years. His face started to get a look of disappointment on it because he had never been in this state since his sixteenth birthday party. All Blaine did was turn and left the room trying not to think of the state which he is in. As he got out of the bathroom he grabbed the pair of black skinny jeans which Sebastian had got for him and walked out of the room still shirtless. He started to walk downstairs making sure that he held onto the banister otherwise who knows where he would be. As he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw the medicine on the kitchen side just like how Sebastian had explained.
"Ugh, what is this stuff" Blaine said as he took a swig of the liquid in the mysterious glass bottle. But he didn't really care as long as it was going to make him feel better. He walked over to sink and got himself a glass of water to try and get the awful aftertaste out of his mouth. Blaine walked into the living room and sat down on the nearest chair and decided to watch TV. Just then a woman walked through the door and was met by the sight of a half-naked Blaine.
"Who the hell are you?" the woman shouted as she walked in and dropped her shopping on the floor. Blaine quickly jumped up and hid behind the sofa trying to cover his bare torso.
"I am soooo sorry; I'm a friend of Sebastian's. He said I could wait here until he got home. I will be going now" Blaine said as he ran toward the door and grabbed his jacket on the way. But the woman grabbed his arm to stop him from running out.
"I'm sorry. My name's Amanda, I'm Sebastian's mum. I come every Tuesday and do his shopping. You don't have to leave" Amanda told a scared Blaine trying not to make him feel uncomfortable.
"I should get going anyway. Just tell him to come round later" Blaine said as he walked down the path to his car. He jumped into his convertible over the car door and drove off. He drove for about 15 minutes until he finally arrived at his house. He walked through the door and placed his key's back down onto the side.
"Cooper, you in?" Blaine asked out as he walked into the living room. As he got there he looked in the room to see a worried Copper sitting at the edge of a seat with a concerned look on his face.
"Where the hell have you been? I've been going crazy. You're not answering my call's or text's, why Blaine? Wooh, did you spend last night in a brewery mister?" Cooper shouted at his brother, because he was very concerned about his welfare. Blaine rushed over to his brother and tried to calm him down. He quickly put his hands in his pocket to try and find his phone but it wasn't there.
"I had my phone last night, I don't know where it's gone" Blaine told Cooper whilst he fiddled in all of his pockets to try and find his temporary phone which he had been given the night before. Blaine sat Cooper down on the chair and explained to him that he doesn't remember the night before; all he remembers was going out and then waking up in Sebastian's bedroom without many clothes on.
"How can you not remember you're evening, wait you didn't turn into the old Blaine last night did you?" Cooper asked his little brother, wondering if he had turned into his old self. Blaine looked at his brother with a glint of anger in his eye at what he was insinuating.
"What do you mean my old ways, I was only ever drunk once" Blaine snapped at his brother wondering why he would say something like that when Blaine can only remember being drunk once. Cooper just turned to his brother and held his hand as if he was about to deliver some catastrophic news that would disrupt Blaine life forever.
"Well, mum didn't want to scare you but you were drinking daily for a year after dad left on your sixteenth birthday, when you first came out. Well now it looks like you're hitting the bottle again. Also that's when you first started having your anger problems" Cooper told his brother trying not to scare him about the reality of his drinking issues. Blaine just went completely numb and had a gormless look on his face. He turned and let his back fall into the chair.
"What, that can't be right. I hit the bottle, and dad leaving made me become the person that I became the other day" Blaine asked Cooper as he held his head in his hand's trying to remember the old him. Cooper put his arm around his brother as a comfort so that he would feel a bit safer than he was starting to feel.
"Don't worry bro, you will be back to your normal self" Cooper told his brother reassuring him that this would have been a one night phase, so there would be nothing to worry about. Blaine stood up and started walking to the stairs. As he reached them he turned around and looked at Cooper.
"I'm going to my room for the rest of today; if someone comes from Dalton send them up to my room" Blaine asked his brother and then walked upstairs to his room. Blaine got to the top of the stairs and walked straight ahead into his room. As he got into his room he dragged his feet across the floor and fell onto his bed with a big thud. He got out his shiny black laptop and went onto Facebook to find lots of hate mail on his wall. Most of them were from the Glee club, but there was the odd one or two from other people from McKinley High.
The first one came from Finn saying 'Kurt loves you, how could you do this too him man'. The next one was from Rachel and read 'I hope you're happy with your decisions'. Blaine was so confused at this point about what he had done to upset everyone. Blaine closed his laptop and started pacing around the room to try and figure out what he has done to deserve all of this hate from his old close friends.
Blaine felt himself getting angrier but there was nothing in the room which he could punch to release it. He walked past his desk and noticed the glasses which he and Kurt had drunk out of the other day. He picked up one of the glasses and threw it onto the wall at the other end of the room which let out some of his anger but not all of it. He walked over to where the smashed glass landed and started to pick up the broken pieces off the floor. He placed all of the pieces on the side apart from one piece which he kept in his hand as he walked over to his bed. He sat down and examined the large piece of glass which he held in his hand. He took off his leather jacket and started to roll up the sleeve of his black jumper. He put the cold sharp surface of the glass on his wrist and in one slow motion sliced open the top layers of skin. Red beads of blood rolled down his arm and tears did a similar thing on his face. He rolled back down his sleeve and covered his bleeding wound and started to roll up his other sleeve. He got the blood stained glass and slowly slashed open the top layers of skin on his other wrist. The blood started to roll down his arm like the tears on his face. He rolled down his sleeve and curled up in a ball on the bed.