"Blaine?" Blaine groaned from his bed. Reluctantly, he blinked open his eyes. Sebastian was standing over him. He closed his eyes again.
"Mmph," Blaine groaned, struggling to open his eyes for the second time.
"Blaine, you won't have time to gel your hair if you don't get up," Sebastian said. Blaine could practically hear the grin in his voice.
"'M getting up," he muttered, blinking open his eyes. He turned his head and glanced at the clock.
Six A.M.
"It's Saturday," Blaine said, looking at Sebastian as if he'd done something scandalous.
"I know," Sebastian said slowly, mockingly. "That means we have early morning Warbler practice."
"Oh, yeah," Blaine muttered. "I hate Hunter." Sebastian laughed.
"Don't let him hear you say that."
"I know; I know," Blaine said, struggling out of his covers. He changed quickly. Glancing into the mirror, irrationally hoping his hair was lying perfectly without the gel, he was disappointed.
His hair looked like a curly afro, as usual.
"You should keep your hair like that, Killer," Sebastian said.
"Not happening. Been there, done that," Blaine said flatly, already entering the bathroom.
"Really? Do tell?" Sebastian said with a smirk.
"Gel was banned from Prom," Blaine muttered, lathering gel onto his hands to attempt to make his hair flat.
"You really should go without it more often. It looks hot."
"I look like I jumped out of a bad eighties horror flick." Sebastian laughed again.
"It's hot. Here, let me," Sebastian walked over and grabbed Blaine's wrists, stopping him from putting the gel into his hair.
"No, Sebastian, really… This isn't the time to experiment…"
"C'mon, Blaine. Trust me," Sebastian said with that annoying, adorable smirk. He passed one of Blaine's wrists into his other hand so he could turn the sink on. Then he washed the gel off.
"Sebastian…"
"Trust me," he repeated. Grabbing a brush, he ran it through Blaine's hair.
"Wouldn't you rather have your hair soft then that hard mess you usually have?"
"Mmm," Blaine murmured with a shrug. "Kurt never minded." Both boys stiffened at the thoughtless words.
"Well," Sebastian said, trying to sound as casual as before. "That just means Kurt didn't appreciate you how I do, and –"
"We still aren't dating, Sebastian," Blaine said, staring at Sebastian a bit coldly.
"Hey, I never said we were-"
"You implied it-"
"Putting words in my mouth-"
"- and it's the same answer as last night. I don't trust you."
"Yeah, yeah, Killer. I know that. We better get going. Practice starts in ten minutes."
"…And I'm assuming you're not going to let me wear gel?"
"You assumed correctly."
"Let's go," Blaine said with a sigh. They exited their dorm, finding Nick waiting for them.
"I hate Hunter," Blaine murmured.
"Join the club, but don't let him hear," Nick said with a chuckle. Blaine grinned back.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"As well as it can at six A.M. on a Saturday. You?"
"Sebastian didn't let me gel my hair." Nick laughed as they entered the choir room.
"Hello, Blaine, Sebastian," Hunter greeted.
"Hey, Hunter," Blaine said. Sebastian just nodded a response.
"How are you, Blaine? Are the New Directions still bothering you?" Hunter said in that strange voice he had. It was weird. His voice sounded… manipulative, but Hunter was just being nice.
"No, they haven't been," Blaine said. "I haven't even got a text."
"I'm glad they realized where you belong," he said with a smile.
"I am, too," Blaine declared.
"Hey, Blaine," David greeted as he walked in. "No gel?"
"Sebastian refused to let me wear it," Blaine said rolling his eyes.
"Wait, you, The Blaine Anderson, didn't do what he wanted to because that dick said not to? I can hear the Wedding Bells!"
"Shut up, David," Blaine snapped. "We are not dating."
"You sure about that, Killer?"
"Very sure about it."
"Pity. I'm a sucker for guys that sing like a dream."
"Too bad Hunter's 'not remotely bi-curious' then, eh, Sebastian," Blaine quipped.
"I think he was talking about you, soloist," Hunter said. Blaine spun around.
"What?" he exclaimed. "Soloist?"
"For Live While We're Young."
"But Sebastian- I thought – You were-" Blaine stuttered.
"I still don't understand how you sing when you can't even say a full sentence," Jeff said with a grin. Blaine ignored him.
"You're better, Killer," Sebastian said with a smile.
"Now, let's start practice."
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"Hey, Rachel?"
"Yeah, Kurt?" she called back.
"Should I call Blaine?" he asked. She was silent for a moment, thinking.
"I don't know, Kurt. It's pretty obvious that he wants some time alone, but we know he belongs at McKinley. What if it pushes him further away?"
"I feel like this is my fault. If I hadn't broken up with him, then none of this would have happened."
"Kurt," Rachel said softly. "You can't keep thinking that. Blaine made his own choice, and he's still making his own choices. You don't control his whole life." Suddenly, Kurt froze and stiffened.
"You're right, Rachel. And I think I know what Blaine's thinking."
"What, Kurt?" Rachel exclaimed.
"I think he wants to completely separate himself from me. You know, he came to McKinley for me, and half the time, I picked out clothes for him."
"Oh my god, Kurt. I think you're right!"
"We need to call Finn."
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"So you're saying that Blaine wants to change anything that Kurt influenced for him?" Finn asked quietly, holding his phone with his shoulder.
"Yeah, Finn. That sounds like it," Kurt said.
"I hate to say this, Kurt. But can the New Directions help him?"
"We – we have to. He's ruining his life," Kurt exclaimed.
"Just because he's changing doesn't mean he's ruining himself."
"Kurt, give me the phone." Finn groaned as he heard Rachel's voice in the background. Sure enough, she spoke next.
"Finn, you said he's being rude to the point of mean. It's Blaine. When has he ever been mean? Ever."
"I know, Rachel, but that doesn't mean that we can just throw ourselves into his life. That's what caused this in the first place."
"We can't just give up!" Rachel exclaimed.
"I already tried to convince him. We can't do this."
"We can," Rachel promised. "We won't let Blaine do this to himself."
"Do what, Rachel? Move on? Isn't that what you're supposed to do?"
"Finn, he's not moving on; he's lying to himself! He's going to do something stupid to try and prove that he did move on!"
"Like kissing Sebastian?" Finn growled.
"I'm afraid he could do worse."
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"You want us to take steroids?" Blaine exclaimed, staring at Hunter in disbelief.
"Don't you want to win, Blaine?" Hunter said, a smirk growing on his lips. "We're prepared to do anything."
"Not by cheating! There's no way in hell I'll do this!" Blaine declared.
"Then leave. Anyone who doesn't do this isn't a Warbler."
"Why are you cheating? Why can't we go in just with talent?" Blaine snapped.
"And have a chance to lose?" Hunter growled. "I won't let us lose."
"With these, no one wins. If we make it to Regionals, I want it to be because of our talent. Only our talent."
"Blaine, come on. We all want to win, Killer. You're dragging us down," Sebastian threw in.
"I suppose we shouldn't have trusted you. It looks like Kurt changed you. You've lost your drive, Blaine. Are you even a Dalton boy anymore?" Hunter asked, smiling grimly.
"I belong at Dalton," Blaine snarled, clenching his fists.
"Then do this. If you don't, then pack your bags. Only the most confident, driven performers will do this."
"I'm a soloist. You won't win Sectionals if I leave."
"Killer, baby, you're doing my solo. I've practiced it for months," Sebastian said with a dark smile.
"I – I don't want to do this."
"Then give me your jacket, Blaine. You are not a Warbler if you don't." Blaine sighed and began to shrug his jacket off.
"At least you'd be making Kurt proud. This way, you can go and beg them and Kurt to take you back. Like a dog, Blaine. You're running with your tail in-between your legs." Blaine froze, stiffening.
"…I'll do it."
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Hey, guys! I decided it's a new all-time record. Three chapters in one day!
I forgot to mention before this that this fic should end up being Klaine (as long as the plot bunnies don't pull any surprises.)
Please review! Tell me if made any character (other than Blaine, of course) OOC because, once again, I do not know the series well.
Sorry for having Finn call Rachel in the last chapter. I thought they were still together. Didn't he ask her to marry him? Did she say no? I thought it would be easier on Kurt to be told in person.
Thanks to all my old reviewers!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.