~VioletCherry342~

Blaine had changed into his pajamas, curled himself around a pillow, and had busied himself with tugging at a string on the sheets by the time Sebastian came into the room. He glanced up timidly as the Warbler made his way into the room and sat at the end of the pillow, which conveniently placed him in a perfect position to lean back and use Blaine's hips to hold him up. Blaine blushed but managed to glare at him anyway, keeping still as to not put even dirtier thoughts in Sebastian's filthy little mind. "What?"

"Well, the Warblers and I discussed," He said, smirking down at Blaine's pink cheeks. "And in spite of your failure to bring a wow-factor at the beginning, and a little crackling in the middle, your strong voice will stand out above the rest, and we'd love to have you back in our group."

Blaine frowned, even though he knew Sebastian was trying to make him smile, and nodded. "O...Okay."

"Not much enthusiasm there, 'Squirt'."

"Don't call me that."

Sebastian chuckled. "C'mon. Lighten up."

When Blaine just continued to stare at him, Sebastian huffed and stood up, making his way over to the closet. "Whatever. Be a twit. I have to get to work."

"You work?"

The look Sebastian shot him said clearly, 'Did you really just ask me that?' and Blaine quickly restated, his cheeks now warm, "Um...I meant...Where do you work?"

Sebastian looked unconvinced, but he sighed and shrugged anyway, pulling out a white shirt and black dress pants. "Il Bell'Amore."

"You work at Il Bell'Amore?" Blaine blinked.

"What did you think I was gonna say, Taco Bell?"

"Well, no, I just..."

"Scandals?" He offered with a lifted brow. "I'm flattered you think I'm hot enough to be a stripper, but..."

"No, no, I just- I meant- Shut up."

Sebastian chuckled, tossing his Dalton blazer over the chair, the tie right over it. By the time Blaine actually figured out what he was doing, Sebastian was standing there shirtless. The black-haired boy squeaked and tugged the pillow he'd been snuggling up higher, burying his face in it, causing his startled, "What are you doing?" to be muffled.

But Sebastian heard the yell loud and clear. And he laughed. Laughed! The dick. "Um...Changing?"

"In here?"

"Yes, Blaine, I'm changing in my bedroom, is that okay with you?"

"I- I just- You could have warned me!"

"Oh, sorry," He drawled. "Thought you would be okay with it, seeing as we're both guys. I mean, I know we're both gay, but hell, I've seen a lot of naked dudes, and I've never had a problem.. Unless I thought they were hot, that is."

"Fugoo" is the sound that came from the pillow, but Sebastian thought the comment might not have been so dumb.

"No time, but ask me later," He teased.

The only response he got was Blaine's chest rising and then collapsing as he huffed.

He sighed, trading the navy slacks for the black dress pants, moving to sit beside him again as he adjusted the forest green tie. Blaine leaped back and shot wide eyes to Sebastian's lower regions, as if he thought the other boy would sit beside him nude, but promptly coughed and lied his head back on his snuggle-pillow. Sebastian sighed and pushed his bent arm back, resting his forearm on Blaine's waist and leaning on him, getting an over-exagerated grunt from the smaller of the two. It's not like he was hurting Blaine...Blaine just didn't like Sebastian touching him. He's not sure why that bugged him enough to throw it back in Blaine's face. "Listen... You can't sit around and mope forever."

"I'm not moping," Blaine defended, but Sebastian ignored him.

"You might find it hard to believe, but I actually know what it's like to be such a dick, you hurt someone you really like..."

"You know what it's like to be a dick?" Blaine snapped, trying to change the subject, or at least offend him enough to make him shut up and leave.

Sebastian gave him an almost tired expression. "Yes. And so do you."

Blaine glared at him.

Sebastian let out a sigh. "Look. I... I want to be your friend, Blaine... I don't know why, but I do..."

Blaine turned honey eyes on the Warbler when he hesitated, lifting a brow in question. He looked tentative, unsure, as if he was planning to say something that might make the rest of his school life an awkward mess. "So...how about I help you get your boy-toy back?"

"What do you mean by that?" Blaine asked, trying to shift ever so slightly, just to get Sebastian off, but he didn't move.

"I mean, maybe... Maybe we can get Kurt back, for you..."

"Sebastian-"

"Hear me out," He said. "...I understand whatever you did was a total fuck-up...I know... But... Don't you want him as your friend? Isn't that what you started out as, anyway? You just...totally blow at romance..."

"Now, wait-"

"So, maybe if you didn't get all Silly Love Songs on him," He continued on, "you could keep your fashion-obsessed-NYADA-bound-gay-face on your Facebook wall up to age forty when you both would've moved on, anyway, and share stories with the Miniature Mini Men-"

"I am not a Mini Man," Blaine protested.

"-about what an evil goblin Daddy was." Sebastian looked at him when he finally finished, and when Blaine just stared, he patted his freed curls and stood. "Think about it. The only person I've failed to charm is...well...you. And you're an idiot - as been proven - so that's not even my fault."

"Seb..."

"Don't answer now," He warned, moving to the door with his keys. "Sleep on it. Dream of a life without Kurt, and then with It. See which you'd prefer; then consult me. Mmkay?"

Before Blaine could even answer, Sebastian waved and slipped out of the room. Blaine bit his lip, curling up around his pillow again, and tugging the blanket over his shoulders. He'd done that ever since he was little; no matter how hot it was out, he'd hide under the blankets and hug a pillow if he was scared, or hurt, or confused. Right now...he was all three.

The reason his relationship failed just offered to try to fix it.

What the hell was he supposed to say to that? If he said yes, the chances of Sebastian just screwing things up further was quite probable. Hell, Kurt was trying to turn into...well...him. More masculine, less...Kurt. So, what was Sebastian going to do to get him back? Pretend to be Kurt? Give Blaine advice? Or, God forbid, talk to Kurt himself? Oh, how that would go. Blaine and Sebastian would most likely get matching restraining orders in the mail, from the entire Hummel family, for the next four (hundred) generations. And that just wasn't the purpose, here...

The other option was Blaine said no, and told him why (because, surely, Sebastian would want to know), and most likely hurt his feelings. Sebastian may not be the nicest person Blaine knew, but he knew that somewhere, deep down, under layers of metal and stone and brick and concrete...there was a heart in there, and Blaine didn't really want to shove a pencil through it.

So...what now?

He was too tired to think about this tonight...

Damn it, Seb...

He sighed, rolling over to block out the lights. He figured he'd leave them on for when Sebastian got back- he told himself he didn't want to hear the loud "ACH!" if the other boy broke his toe, not the he cared if he did or did not- and closed his eyes. He'd figure this out...later... He hoped.

There. Three-day wait is better than a three-month wait, right? Even if this is short and confusing? :P
Speaking of that, I seriously thought that would be about 300 words and be done, but er...they ranted. Blah-blah-blah. So...too long to skip to the next issue, so...I guess it shall be a chapter all on its own! Gah..these boys don't like to listen to me..
Ah well. Thank you so much for the reviews, everyone! :D I missed those. They make me very happy :3