A/N: So this chapter is a little more Blaine-centric. There will be a little bit a Sebastian at the end. He has some things to figure out about himself and Tina is going to help him. There's a lot of dialogue between Blaine and Tina so hopefully that's okay. I don't really like how Tina has been written on the show as of late so I'm trying to capture what she was like before they destroyed her character so that they don't have to do as they promised last year and let her shine. (Not that we have that much to go off of. If you haven't noticed I'm a little bitter about this) Anyways, here it is.

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"BLAI-oh…" was how Tina greeted Blaine when he finally opened the front door.

"What?"

"Your…hair—not that there is anything wrong with this—I actually like the curls it makes you look cute. Just, what happened to result in your skipping out on gelling your hair down?"

Blaine sighed. After school he'd spent an hour and a half releasing all the tension from the day's events on the punching bag and sparring with one of the gym's regulars with whom he was friends. When he got home he hopped in the shower, did a half ass gel-job and promptly plopped down onto his bed for a nap before Tina came over. He was exhausted. Between fighting with his Warbler buddies and then Sebastian, and then rehearsal he'd pretty much had it with the day and was ready to start over with a new day.

"It's a long story and so dumb." He groused pulling her into the foyer, grabbing her coat to hang it up and then taking her bag and carring it on his own shoulder.

"Good thing I'm spending the night!" She clapped excited before being shushed by Blaine.

"You have to be quiet. My mom came home tonight."

"Oh sorry." She covered her mouth with her hands briefly and fixed Blaine with a sympathetic look. "How is she?"

Blaine looked down at his socked feet. The combination of his shrug and forlorn expression told her that was a conversation for another day so she dropped it.

"Let's just go upstairs then and you can tell me what caused this." She gently tugged on one of his dark curls and kissed his cheek as a way of steering the conversation away from his mom and letting him know she understood. Tina had a way of knowing when to push and when not to and Blaine loved that about her.

Ten minutes found the duo lying sideways on Blaine's bed with Blaine's head at Tina's feet, his knees up and arms under his head, and Tina at his feet her legs sprawled out and her hair flowing over the edge of the bed. They had Tina's iPod on the doc playing her Two Doors Cinema Club playlist softly in the background as they caught each other up on the last two weeks.

"I really don't want to be a brat about it, but it's like—I've been there since day one, you know? It's like they don't notice me ever. I'm invisible to them. I'm so sick of being shoved to the background Blaine. I don't know if I can take it anymore. It really hurts, and anytime I say anything they act like I'm being unreasonable. How unreasonable is it to want to be noticed—to shine? I've been nothing but supportive of the glee club and It's like they don't care. I'm confident in myself, you know that, but how can I not feel like I don't measure up when they constantly push me aside?"

Blaine swiftly sat up at his friend's words and pulled her up to look at him. "You're an amazing talent Tina. You need to never forget that, ever. They're taking you for granted and you have every right to feel the way you feel. You deserve some recognition; you just have to make them see that. It sucks when people ignore what you're feeling trust me I know. So don't let them ignore it. Show them you're this year's star. It sucks that I have to compete against you, but it would be worth it if I got to see my best friend shine on stage."

Blaine was rewarded with a soft smile and Tina grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together. "You know I get why you had to go, but it does suck that you're not with us at McKinley. You didn't talk about it much, and maybe it's because we didn't address how hard it was for you until you told us you were leaving McKinley, but if there's anything I've realized in these past two weeks it's how important it is to just listen to the people we care about. It really sucks not being heard."

"It's not your fault Tina-"

"I know I just—I wanted you to know that you can always come to me with anything okay?"

"Kay."

"On that note, do you want to tell me what happened to make you so upset today?"

Blaine's hazel eyes wandered and stared blankly at the wall behind Tina. He chewed his bottom lip as he thought up how he was going to explain the situation. He hadn't even realized their discussion would come to what he was about to say, but he knew he was right in confiding in Tina so he took a leap.

"There's something I should tell you before I get into the calamitous events of the day"

Tina raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow as way of urging Blaine on, sitting patiently and waiting for him to find the words to tell her what he needed to say.

Blaine finally figured out how he wanted to tell her only for the words to fall out of his lips like halfway through saying it his mouth and brain disconnected and he just wound up saying, "I fucked Sebastian."

Silence.

Blaine and Tina stared wide-eyed at one another; Tina at a loss for words and Blaine in shock that it came out like it did and waiting desperately for a reaction out of Tina; any reaction would do really; it didn't matter what the reaction was; it was bound to be better than this staring match they had going on.

When what felt like years past and nothing was said his brain decided it would be best that he rambled on. "At the uh-when I said nothing happened that night at Sebastian's party-I lied. We um, we fucked and it, I…yeah." He trailed off, diverting his gaze from Tina's still shock filled eyes. His body flushed down to his toes; he could feel it. He was sure he could be used as a Crayola marker to visibly paint the awkward tension in the room in case one couldn't feel it, or you know, taste it. Apparently he wasn't going to escape awkward moments today.

"Could you say something please?"

Tina snapped back to reality, focusing her gaze on the hazel-eyed boy. He seemed to have shrunk within himself while she was processing so she hurried to reassure him.

"Sorry, I'm just—I'm caught between rushing you to the nearest clinic to get you tested, yelling at you for lying to me, and freaking out because you had sex with Sebastian Smythe."

Blaine rubbed at the soft curls on the nape of his neck and cleared his throat. "Well what do you want to start with first?"

"Getting you tested."

"We used protection Tina. I'm shocked you would even doubt that."

"Oh thank god! I mean—I know you would I'm sorry it's just—it's Sebastianyou know? But I'm good. Protection, Good. On to the next one, you lied to me."

Blaine looked back up at Tina, his hazel eyes pleading for her to understand. "I wasn't really ready to talk about it. I've never really done anything like that before, clearly. I also didn't know if I was crossing some kind of line with you because of Kurt. You guys were friends before I came along; I didn't want to give you a reason to hate me because I slept with him after everything, and I didn't want to risk it getting back to Kurt. I just—I don't know. I'm sorry I lied."

Tina let out a drawn out sigh. It was just like Blaine to jump to that assumption; he was the most self-depricating person she knew. It made sense, but it was wrong and she needed him to know that. Her eyes locked with his so that there was no doubt that she meant everything she was about to say.

"Blaine you're my best friend. Okay? I would never drop you just because you and Kurt broke up and I was friends with him first—that's not how real friendships work. Yeah it was a little difficult to keep the two of you separate at first and yeah I still text Kurt from time to time, but you're just as important as, if not more than, he is to me. Your break up had nothing to do with me, and you were hurting just as much as he was. What kind of person would I be if I walk away from you over a technicality? Kurt will always be my friend but you're my best friend. It wasn't him that stayed up with me on the phone all night while I cried over my break up with Mike. He wasn't the one who came over with the most glorious basket of sugary treats and gory horror movies to make me feel better. It was you. So yeah I'm not the biggest fan of Sebastian and I don't really get: why him, considering everything, but I could never hate you for it or judge you. You're not an idiot I trust you know what you want. If it's him so be it. What I said before still stands, Okay?"

Blaine knew a lot of times people didn't remain friends with the people they were friend's with as children growing up or in high school, but in this very moment he knew the connection he made with Tina was one he would carry through life. Even if they didn't remain the closest of friends he would always be grateful to have been lucky enough to have her in his life.

The smile that spread across his face was refreshing. This was what he needed. He hadn't even realized it until this moment.

"Thanks Tina."

"Don't thank me for being the friend I should be. Now, I need details. What was it like? Is his ego overcompensation or completely warranted? I need to know everything Blaine Devon Anderson! Then you need to tell me what happened today."

Blaine giggled, giggled, and threw himself back onto his bed. All he needed was to squeal and kick his feet and one could accurately call him a blushing teenaged girl. His antics earned him a laugh from Tina as she settled on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows, next to Blaine. Blaine turned his head to face Tina with a coy smirk.

"It was really good. No—it was more than that. It was mind blowing. I can't really find the words to describe it like it deserves." Blaine's blushed deeper and deeper with every word. Just remembering it made him hot for it all over again. "It's like I said: I've never done anything like that before. With Kurt I could count on one hand how many times we've fucked. We had a really, really, active sex life, but for the most part we made love to each other, and I'm not complaining it was amazing. Just, with Seb it was, it was lust, and it was dirty, and it was hot like I never even knew it could be. It scares me because I liked it. I want it again, but that isn't me. I don't regret it though. With Sebastian it's like a constant battle of self-restraint with my hormones."

It really was. Blaine often found himself trying to stop the blood from rushing south whenever they'd change in the locker rooms before gym, when Seb would say something with just the right amount of flirtation and sass, when Seb alluded to the night they shared, when he noticed Seb's eyes darken in moments he too lost a bit of control and the list goes on. Blaine was naturally a perfect picture of self-control but with Seb it's like none of that applied.

"I want him, but I'm not ready for a relationship and he's far from it so we're friends, but I still remember that night and how he felt, and it's like I can still feel him inside me; it's—god—it's so hard not to give in."

During his admission Blaine had taken to looking at everything but Tina, so when he finished he turned slowly to gauge Tina's reaction. Tina for her part had her mouth hanging open in a half-smile sort of way.

"Whoa"

"Yeah"

"That'skindofhot" she said in one breath averting his gaze.

Blaine clutched his sides and laughed. "Tina!"

"What? It is. So tell me about today."

Blaine sat up, leaned over to the side table and grabbed a bag of chips then begrudgingly recounted the intense happenings of his day for his best friend, cringing at the more uncomfortable moments. Tina listened intently and waited patiently for Blaine to finish before she dived into pseudo-counselor mode.

"Don't get mad okay? I just have some things that maybe you should think about"

Blaine nodded incredulously, silently urging Tina to continue.

"Though, the warblers were a little out of line, I think they might have been on to something. Wait!" Tina quickly lifted her hands in defense and silently begged Blaine to let her continue. When Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes she knew she had the green light to develop her theory, but his facial expression told her it had better be a good one.

"I don't think the problem is you deciding to give in and sleep with Seb, obviously, one: because you're a big boy, two: because it already happened, but maybe it's you diving in too deep without even realizing it. You and Sam have fought a couple of times right?" Blaine nodded. "If Sam had told you to get out and leave, would you have done it?"

"Well yeah?"

"Then why do you think you couldn't do that with Sebastian?"

"I—" Blaine didn't know what to say. He didn't know why he continued to push it when he clearly should have let it go and let Sebastian cool off before approaching the subject again.

"I think maybe—though I'm in no way excusing his behavior; he was mean and it wasn't cool—you might have made him feel like you were treating him like your boyfriend without even realizing because that's what you know. You're not used to casual sex and he's not used to relationships of any kind, clearly, and I think that's why you guys couldn't act rationally because you're situation is different for lack of better words." Blaine smiled. Tina really was incredibly insightful. It probably came from standing on the side lines so much and just observing.

"I also think if you like the idea of being casual then maybe you should explore that." Blaine's eyebrows shot up at this.

"Really Tina?"

"I'm not saying go and sleep with all of Ohio's eligible gays but maybe don't hold out on something you obviously want."

"I can't just decide to have sex with him again. I'm still mad at him."

"So date around. Who said it had to be him, and who said you have to have sex? If it comes up with him again and you can handle the casual side of it, explore that; if not then just be his friend. Just have fun Blaine. Isn't that what you told me when I was sure I'd never move on from my break up with Mike? It's our senior year. We should be having fun to balance out the stress of our futures."

"You're right." Blaine pulled Tina in for an awkward hug, resulting in the bag of chips getting smushed between them. They stayed like that for a while, reveling in everything that passed between them that night. It was a physical representation of their appreciation of one another.

"What now?" Blaine asked pulling back and inspecting his bag of chips with a pout before shrugging and stuffing some in his mouth.

"It's pretty late…"

"Yeah…"

"Game of Thrones marathon?"

"I could kiss you."

The two settled under the covers with Blaine's laptop balanced on both of their legs, passing a bowl of cookies and coming up with ways they would scheme to over throw Joffrey if they lived in the Game of Thronesworld.

Sebastian was losing his touch. Not with sex; he's beyond amazing at that, that wasn't going to change. If the boy he'd just made come his brains out by simply jerking him off and whispering filthy things in his ear was anything to go by, he could be confident in that at least. What he was losing his touch at was picking who he should give the great gift of a Sebastian Smythe induced orgasm.

Despite the rumors, Sebastian was actually quite picky about who he had any kind of sexual encounter with. He had a definite type and he avoided needy-clingy types. There was a handful of guys who claimed to have slept with him that really hadn't; he just hadn't bothered to dispel the rumors. Some of them, bitter about being dismissed, liked to spread negative rumors about their fake time together and even still Sebastian let it go. His reputation was what it was and there was little that could be done to change that. That being said, tonight he slipped and landed himself with a clingy guy. He knew immediately after making the boy come that he'd made a mistake (though he let the boy suck him off because he wasn't about to deal with trying to shake him off and blue balls). The dreamy look in his eyes told Sebastian everything he needed to know and he mentally berated himself for dropping the ball on this one.

When they were finished he quickly pulled his pants up, zipped and buttoned it then turned to walk away with little to no acknowledgement of the wide-eyed boy in front of him thinking love could be found in the back of a bar after a hasty hook-up.

"Wait!" the boy placed a gentle hand on Sebastian's arm "I thought maybe we could finish up at my place, you know go a little further." Sebastian turned back to look at the boys lust-hooded brown eyes and bruised lips. He carefully extricated the boy's hand from his arm with a sneer.

"Look whatever your name is."

"Josh"

"I don't really care. If your blow job was anything to go by I can walk away and rest assured that I won't have missed out on anything. It's too bad you can't say the same but I really must be going now."

"What the fuck? You came!"

"Yeah, I had a mouth on my dick of course I came. It wasn't thanks to your skills, though you tried and it showed."

The boy (Sebastian already forgot his name which could partially be accredited to his earlier heavy alcohol intake.) stood dumbstruck with hurt written all over his face like Sebastian had thrown a bucket of ice water at his face and then promptly slapped him.

Luckily that was all it took to detach this one off his nuts. He swiftly walked away and rounded the corner, entering the bar once more. Another perfectly ruined boy with a story to tell about how he slept with Sebastian and got his heartbroken all because Sebastian failed to avoid him in the first place.

There was only one person to blame for this and that person was Blaine fucking Anderson. Sebastian was sure of it. He got into his head and messed everything up, and now Sebastian was confused and having a hard time merely hooking up. He was a pro at hooking up and now he didn't even know.

Last week after the initial argument he went out determined to get his mind off of Blaine, their fight, the warblers and everything. The hook-up went well enough only he fell asleep at the guy's house. It's been a full week since then and he was making a similar mistake.

Blaine was getting to him more than he'd like to admit and it was becoming a problem. They hadn't spent much time together, consequently not speaking beyond what was going on with the Warblers. On Wednesday Sebastian watched as Blaine made up with his friends at lunch and spent most of that day scowling. He was jealous but he wasn't going to fucking admit it. It annoyed him to even acknowledge that that's how he felt in the first place.

Seb drank himself into a stupor before the bartender kicked him out (not before taking his keys and calling him a cab.) Somehow he managed to find himself standing in front of a house he recognized but knew wasn't his own. He looked around but his alcohol addled mind was coming up with nothing and he really needed to get home because his head was spinning and it was just shy of 3 in the morning.

Suddenly an idea struck him and he couldn't help the giddy laugh that escaped him when he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He knew exactly who would know how to get him home. He brought the phone as close to his face as he could without going cross-eyed and looked through his phone contacts with determination. He only clicked the wrong button twice so he wasn't that drunk he reassured himself.

He held the phone up to his ear and listened as it rang and rang. He hadn't even realized he had been mimicking the sound until a very sleepy, very unhappy voice grunted through the phone.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Hiiiiiiiiii. I know, but it's important Killer I don't know where I am, but I do kind of. I just know it's not my house, but I need to be there—at my house—so I can sleep because it feels like my head is heavy and the world won't stop spinning."

He could hear Blaine groan, some rustling sounds and Blaine muttering something under his breath. Blaine took a while to respond and Sebastian couldn't tell whether he'd fallen back asleep or he was deciding whether or not to hang up on him. He really hoped it wasn't the last one. He really liked how Blaine sounded when he was sleepy. It was soothing and Blaine knew a lot of things so he would know how to get him home from this unfamiliar-familiar place.

He puffed out air from his mouth and watched as the steam left his mouth and danced in the night air while he waited. It was actually chilly outside and he wasn't wearing much of a jacket though his body couldn't feel it thanks to the liquid heater he'd spent most of the night drinking. A long sigh came through his speaker and then Blaine was speaking again.

"You're drunk aren't you?"

"Maybe."

Another sigh. "Where are you?"

"I don't know, but I know this house."

"Ohmygod. Okay what does the house look like Seb?"

"Like a mountain. It's so big. And there are pretty flowers everywhere. And your car is here too Blaine."

Blaine fell silent.

"Are you outside my house Seb?"

"Yes! How did you know Blaine? I knew you would know. That's why I called you."

"Don't move I'm coming down."

It felt like years before Blaine made it down, but when he did he was wrapped up in a robe and his hair was a mess of curls. Sebastian thought he looked so good like this; his face puffy with sleep, his nose scrunched up and his brows furrowed in a frown.

Sebastian walked up Blaine's walkway and carefully stepped up the steps to the porch before stopping much too close for Blaine's comfort.

"Hi" he whispered. The scent of alcohol attacked Blaine's sense of smell causing him to instinctively step back a bit.

"I'm going to take you inside because you can't go home like this. No stop—you have to be quiet." Blaine slapped a hand over Sebastian's mouth. The excited look in his eyes told him he was about to wake up the entire neighborhood and they couldn't have that. "I'm still mad at you Seb," Seb nodded understandingly with what looked like a sad expression, "but I don't want anything to happen to you so come on."

Blaine set up a place for Sebastian to sleep next to his bed then went to lie down on his side of the bed. (The opposite side of where Seb's sleeping arrangements was set up). He ignored Seb's attempts at getting his attention in hopes that he would just give up and fall asleep. Seb was a chatty drunk which was unfortunate for their current situation.

Blaine felt the bed dip and turned around to find Seb trying to sneakily slide into the bed with him with a look of pure determination. His movements were almost cartoonish in the way he was trying to not make noise as much as he possibly could. Blaine would have laughed if the circumstances were different.

"What are you doing?"

Seb paused wide-eyed. He looked like a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Without reply he sneakily continued on his secret, drunken quest to get in Blaine's bed, never looking away from Blaine as if Blaine wasn't looking right at him.

Blaine huffed and flopped back around. "Fine just stay on your side."

Seb didn't listen though. He was also a defiant drunk apparently. He scooted over inch by inch, somehow tangling himself in the sheets effectively stealing the blankets from Blaine then stopped moving all together when he felt the curly haired boy's eyes on him.

"You're ridiculous you know that?" Blaine asked rhetorically.

"Can we talk?" Seb asked in reply still awkwardly wrapped up in the sheets and blanket.

"No, m'tired."

"Tomorrow?"

"If I say yes will you shut up and let me sleep?"

"Yes."

"Fine. We can talk, tomorrow or should I say later today since it is 3:30 in the dumb morning."

Annoyed, Blaine pulled the covers roughly, successfully unraveling Seb (only to have to reach over and stop him from falling off the bed) and flopped back around to his side of the bed, just lying there with his eyes open listening to Sebastian get comfortable. It was a battle with himself, not to laugh at Sebastian drunkenly measuring the space between them, he was still upset with him and they hadn't really talked about what happened or apologized so he wasn't going to humor the older boy. It was also hard not to think about what they'd done the last time they slept in the same bed and he found himself having to shift uncomfortably at the arousal building in his pants. He filled his mind with any and all disturbing things he could think of to successfully get rid of it and then shut his eyes; hoping sleep would take him before he lost his reserve again.

Sebastian watched the back of Blaine's head. He wanted to reach out and run his hands through Blaine's curls, but Blaine was angry with him so he settled for just watching him from where he was. It was hard for him to fall asleep with the alcohol coursing through him. Every time he closed his eyes the room spun heavily making him feel like he was suspended in the air upside down, so he laid there quietly taking in the scent of raspberries and listened as Blaine's breathing evened out, indicating Blaine, at least, could fall asleep.

"Goodnight B."

tbc

End A/N: I have so many SeBlaine feels right now I think I'm going to implode. I missed the riot on tumber (openmymindcomeinside . tumblr . com) but I'm still screaming! R&R pls!