My first Fic, sorry if it's abit terrible. Just Blaine for now, but Kurt's arriving shortly with all his sexyness. Reviews would be nice :)

Chapter 1- Sebastian

Splashing layers of paint onto the canvas, Blaine was as comfortable as ever. Painting was his life now, all that he had left and something to hang on to. With a deep look of concentration on his face, he proceeded to wash around the dark paint and hope it would fast resemble something. He always did that, let his imagination run free- the colours were his escape. He added darker shades and a silhouette of a young man came into the picture, Blaine paused.
Last year had been so hard for him, letting go of someone he'd loved so much and having to move on so quickly with no path infront of him and nobody to guide him, he felt sick at the thought.
'Blaine...' A voice said weakly 'Blaine I can't do this'. Blaine looked up to the his face, connected to a neck his lips had been on a moment ago.
'Oh, its okay' Blaine grinned, his lips travelling up along a jaw 'we don't have to' his hands moved to the other boys hips, a smile still on his face.
Sebastian pressed his own lips together 'I can't do this at all. Us. I can't do us'
'Sorry, what?' Blaine arched an eyebrow, his arms dropping to his sides.
'Its not working'
'Yes... it is'
'Its not what I want'
'But you said-'
'Its changed. You're different, I'm different'
Blaine frowned, taking it in. Was he different? 'I don't think so'
'You are'
'How?'
Sebastian sighed 'everything stops being good after a while, Blaine'
'It's still good for me. Now'
'Is it? Is it really?' A hint of sarcasm.
'Well... Yeah'
Sebastian shrugged 'not for me'
'Are you having a bad day?' Blaine asked, a small pout on his lips as he put his hands on the taller boy's shoulders.
'Don't patronize me' his tone was acidic, he shrugged Blaine off.
'I was just...'
'I should go' Sebastian interrupted him.
'No' Blaine panicked 'Please don't'
Desperate was the last thing Blaine wanted to sound, but he couldn't let him go without a fight.
Sebastian picked up his coat and opened his mouth to say something. He turned around on his way out 'sorry, Bla-'
'Don't be sorry. Just leave' Blaine said, praying his voice wouldn't break into a cry.
Sebastian shut the door behind him. A year and a half relationship. Over. Blaine was frowning now... Exactly what had just happened?

Blaine looked to his painting, without realizing at first, the guy in it was Sebastian. Blaine swallowed, almost in a trance as he stared at the boy. His flicked hair, his toothy grin, his chin dimple. Yeah, he'd still remembered him right down to the small scar on his neck. He wasn't even concentrating, Sebastian was just looking straight through him in his oily glory.

Blaine had got back from family vacation, only to be welcomed back by a new guy performing a wonderful rendition of Uptown Girl with the Warblers. He was head over heels, Sebastian was beautiful. After meeting up at the Lima bean a couple of times, a few cinnamon sprinkles and magical kisses were all it took to make them official.
Blaine wiped his sticky hands on his jeans as he blew out a big breath. Coming over emotional suddenly, he took a moment to pull himself together, washing out his brushes.
His year with Sebastian had been amazing, they'd done everything a couple in love would. They drank medium drip coffees together and went on sunset beach walks, laid in bed telling each other childhood stories and picked out each others clothes at the Gap. Where had it all gone wrong?
Blaine thought hard, he'd been so consistent. Sebastian had said he'd changed. Changed what? His aftershave? His sense of humour? His bedroom tactics? And how had Sebastian himself changed? Blaine didn't ponder on this for too long, mainly because he was scared of what he'd talk himself into. His biggest fear was being cheated on, that his dream boyfriend had being disloyal to him. With another Warbler, with anyone. It made Blaine sick to his stomach, so his brain tended to skip past the possibility that this is what could have happened.
'You still here, kid?' A voice asked.
Blaine turned to the old woman holding a mop and a bottle of cleaner. He thought about grabbing it from her and drinking it- probably less painful right now.
'As always' he answered with a forced smile.
It was 8pm and Blaine was still at school. After moving out of Ohio and up north to Michigan by himself, his senior year was dragging. Numbing his boredom and heartache, he'd taken up art and found himself here almost every night, creating something new. Much to the delight of Maggie.
Margaret, the school janitor was the grandmother Blaine had never had. She was a burly woman who knew how to handle her cleaning, and a damn fine cook too. Pushing seventy, she looked amazingly well for her age and didn't take tackle from anyone 'what you doing tonight?' She asked, wiping down the paint splattered surfaces.
Blaine shook his head, his gel-laden hair not moving an inch 'not sure, Mag. Probably just grab a few beers, turn in early'
'Darling, you come with me. Margaret will fix you up a nice green bean casserole, huh?'
Blaine grinned 'I couldn't possibly' he said 'but thank you'
Maggie waved an arm 'suit yourself, boy' she looked over his shoulder and hitched her wide spectacles further up her nose 'who's that then?' She squinted at the canvas
'A guy I used to know'
'Good looking, isn't he?'
Blaine laughed a little at her bluntness 'yeah'
Maggie smiled warmly 'I wouldn't worry yourself, you'll find someone for you'
Blaine's lips twitched at the corners 'I know' he nodded. He packed up his paints and folded his things away. He swung his messenger bag over his shoulder and looked to Maggie. She winked 'come on, I'll lock up' she said, linking her arm in his as they headed for the door.
Blaine left the canvas there in the art room. He was leaving Sebastian behind, for good he hoped.

'Bye' he said softly, switching off the lights.

'Who you talking to?' Maggie looked at him as if he were deluded

'Oh, nobody' he closed the door.

'You are a strange one, Blaine Anderson'