Hey-Lo! Im back! I was going to write this chapter yesterday, but had a lot of homework, so im going to write it now.
Very Sorry I have not updated in so long. I have been REALLY busy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Not at all. Nothing.
This takes place a few weeks after the last one, where Blaine and Sebastian were visiting McKinley. There is also a flashback in this, containing of when Blaine just came to Dalton and Sebastian saw him. In Sebastian's POV first.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring, Ring,
Ring, Ring, Ring,
"Hey you have reached Blaine Anderson, if you feel the desperate need to talk to me, please leave a message and I will get back to you ASAP. Beep"
I sigh. Where is Blaine? I have been looking for him for hours. He is most likely with Kurt. Can he not see that Kurt likes him? It is like he is oblivious to the fact Kurt is trying to spend as much time with him so I can't.
Wait… Am I… Jealous?
I can't be jealous. Blaine is my boyfriend, not Kurt's. What if Blaine is cheating on me?
That's crazy talk. Blaine is the nicest, most innocent person I have ever met. He would never go behind my back and cheat. Right?
That's it. I am going to Blaine's dorm room and see what he is up to.
As I march through the hallways, I start to feel panic. What if Blaine actually did realize what an idiot I am and goes to Kurt instead?
I get to Blaine's room and knock on the door. No answer. I knock again.
No answer.
I go to the doorknob, praying that it is open. It is. I push the door open and think of some of the worst things.
Blaine is gone and is with Kurt.
2. Blaine is in there with Kurt and cheating on me.
3. Blaine is in there but he is ignoring me because he is thinking of ways to break up with me.
4. Blaine is with Kurt. Again. Blaine is with Kurt. Blaine is with Kurt.
The door swings open, and all my fears disappear.
There is Blaine, sitting at his desk, head on an open textbook, sound asleep. I smile.
He looks so peaceful and carefree. Slightly uncomfortable though. I walk over to him and pick him up. It is not in the slightest bit hard. Blaine might have muscle under that blazer, but he is as light as a feather.
I put Blaine on the bed, take off his shoes and his blazer, and wrap him in the comforter. Before I can go, he shifts a little, grabs my arm and clings to it, mumbling a slight "don't go"
Great, now the only way I can get out of this is if I wake him up. I can't do that. Instead, I take off my blazer and shoes and climb in the bed with him.
While I wrap the blanket around both of us, Blaine cocoons into my side, burying his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him, and I can hear a faint "Sebastian" murmured into my neck.
I stare up at the ceiling, wondering what I was so worried about. It's times like this that makes me so happy about life and gets me thinking that I could never be upset, as long as I have Blaine.
Man, I used to be such a badboy, but when I think about Blaine, I become this love sick puppy. What happened? I think to myself even though I already know the answer.
I fell in love, and I fell to deep to ever come back up.
*Flashback*
I make my way through the hallways of Dalton, smirking as I think of yesterday's trip to Scandals, the gay bar. I don't have time to think about that though, because I hear a faint sound of a piano. I turn my head and walk into the auditorium, and see a boy playing the piano. He is sitting on the bench, but that doesn't hide the fact that he is super short. He looks terribly sad, playing the most depressing tune, but that can't stop me from seeing his beauty. Gorgeous brown hair slicked back with gel, small frame in the Dalton blazer, making it look 20 times better than it is, olive skin tone, and his eyes.
Oh god, his eyes. They are a beautiful golden brown, almost gold. I can't even imagine how eyes that gorgeous can hold so much sorrow.
The tune stops, and I let out a low whistle. His head snaps up, eyes filling with shear panic, and he flees the room before I can say a word.
He looked like a deer caught in headlights. All I want to do is give him a hug and tell him that everything is okay. Wait, where did that come from? I don't even know his name. And I don't even like the fact of love. Love is for weaklings. Love makes you vulnerable.
I sigh and walk out of the auditorium.
As much as I try, I can not get this boy out of my head all day.
I walk into my calculus class, and sit beside Nick as I usually do. He tries to spike up a conversation about something, but I can't focus. Because there are those beautiful golden eyes at the door, looking panicked. He walks over to the teacher, says something, hands her a note, and she points to the back of the class, right across the room from me. My eyes follow him, examining him up and down. Nick's eyes follow my gaze and he shakes his head "Don't Sebastian." He scolds.
"Don't do what?" I smirk.
"Don't try to provoke him. Wes told me a bit about him. He showed him around and the entire time he looked terrified. Apparently every time somebody got Wes' attention, Blaine flinched and backed into himself." Nick explains.
"Aw, somebody's shy" My eyes go back to the boy who has his head down, eyes drawn to the floor. "How cute" I coo.
"Not shy. Wes told me that the headmaster told him that Blaine had a horrible experience at his old school. Bullying or something that went horribly wrong. Based on his record, before the bullying started he was one of the most popular kids." Nick explains. "And if you go and scare him, it could lead to disaster"
"What would I do to make it worse!" I snap at him.
"Try to get him to put out with you!" Nick snaps right back. "Does he look like he would enjoy that? He would just cry or get so scared he would piss himself! You are not the nicest person!"
"Oh really? I am going to talk to him right now!" I get up out of my seat, because people are still piling in the room, class starts in exactly 3 minutes.
"Sebastian!" Nick calls but I ignore him. I walk straight over to mystery boy.
"Hi there" I say and his head snaps up and he gets that same panic look as before. "Im Sebastian" I extend my hand and he looks at it before cautiously taking it, his grip as light as a feather, wincing as I close our hands together, shaking my hand once and quickly drops it. "And your name is?" I ask.
He mumbles something, and I can just barley make out the B.
"Sorry?" I say.
"Blaine" he says a bit louder, but I still have to strain my ears to hear him.
"Great to meet you Blaine. May I say I think you are gorgeous?" His eyes widen and stare into my eyes, finally meeting them. He looks absolutely terrified. "Why do you look so scared?" I ask as he looks down to the desk.
The bell rings and the teacher snaps "Mr. Smythe! Back to your seat!" I smile and wink at Blaine, before returning to my seat.
"What was that?" Nick yells in a hushed whisper.
"What!" I snap. "He talked!"
"He looks terrified." Nick whispers.
I look over at Blaine. He has his eyes trained on the teacher, but his eyes remain blank. No sign of life is in them. "I think he was bullied because he is gay." I say softly.
"Why do you think that?" Nick asks, surprised that I sound so genuinely concerned.
"I told him he was gorgeous, and he stared at me like he was getting taunted about it." I say.
"Huh" Nick says, clearly understanding.
"I am going to get him to open up. No matter what it takes." I say with confidence.
"What has gotten into you?" Nick asks. "You never care about anyone" he says like it is obvious.
"I don't know. I just don't want him to mope. Moping gets everybody sad. And maybe I might get something out of this, huh?" I smirk at him.
He stares at me in surprise. "I can't believe you are that low." He says.
And he ignores me for the rest of the class.
Later that week, I have only seen Blaine in calculus class. I am roaming down the halls one day when I hear the piano again. I look in and see Blaine on it again. I smile and slowly sit in one of the chairs.
When the song ends, I clap politely, but Blaine still looks panicked and he starts to run out. "Wait, Blaine!" I call, and he stops, back turned toward me, frozen. I slowly make my way toward him. "Can I talk to you?" he nods, still not facing me. "Can you sit down?" I gesture to one of the chairs, even though he can't see me. He nods, and sits in the chair furthest from me. I move closer, and sit in the chair 4 seats away from him, still far but closer. "Hi. Remember me?" I ask.
He nods, eyes trained on the floor.
I nod. "What's my name then" I ask playfully.
"Sebastian" Blaine mumbles.
"Right, and your Blaine" he nods "How are you?"
"Fine." He replies.
"You are really good at the piano. Much better than I am." I walk over to the piano. "See" I smash the keys. "Im getting closer to your skill level though." I smash some more keys. "Okay, I will need A LOT of practice if I am going to catch up with you." He replies with a little smile and my heart stops. The smallest smile is making me die a little inside. "Want to help me" I ask, trying to keep my cool.
"I'm not good at the piano; you might want someone better to help you." He says, curling into himself slightly.
"I couldn't think of anyone else to help me. You were amazing. Really." He looks up, his sad face showing a slight sign of hope, some confusion. "Please? Just like… something easy? So when someone asks if I can play, I can play that."
He nods. So we spend about a half an hour in there, him teaching me a part of the song Clair de Lune on the piano. About 10 minutes in, he starts to look more relaxed.
"Thanks Blaine." I say when I know about 45 seconds of the song.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" he asks out of the blue, but right when he asks it, he looks panicked again. "Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry, that came out of nowhere I just…"
"Hey." I interrupt. "It's fine. I'm not mad. And about your question, I don't see any reason not to be nice to you. You look like a cool person. Why would I be mean?"
"Because im a faggot. I am a small little faggot that is just a waste of space to everybody" his voice cracks at that last word. "Everybody" he whispers again.
"Don't say that word. It is a rude word that just explains that people are ignorant because you like the same gender. And if you are, than I am too." He looks up at me, confused. "Why would I call you gorgeous if I didn't think that?" I ask
"People did that all the time at my old school. Taunt me because I might think the same about them. But I never did. I would never think that about the idiots who put me in a 5 day coma for taking a boy to a dance!" he exclaims.
I freeze. "People… beat you up? For liking a boy?" I shake my head. "That's terrible." I say, and then think about the other boy. "What about the other kid? The one you took to the dance?"
His eyes fill with tears "They broke 3 of his ribs, smashed his face into the ground, causing a permanent scar running from his cheek to his forehead, and his parents moved across the country, to get away from me, a "bad influence." He sighs. "And I transferred here, with my parents disappointed I am gay, my best friend forbidden from me, and everybody at my old school thinking I am a coward for running." The tears are so close from falling down his face.
"Screw them." I say. He looks up at me, lost. "Screw the idiots at your old school, Screw your friend's parents, and screw your parents. I have known you for a week, and I already know you are one of the nicest people ever." I say softly.
"You can't just say that. They are my parents. They brought me into the world." He replies.
"And now they are ignoring you because you are gay. Not very nice people from what I am hearing." I say.
"I… I just… I just cant" Blaine tries to get out but he collapsed against the chair, sunk to the floor and cried. "He… He saw me in the hospital… and he… he" another sob escaped Blaine's mouth.
"What did he do" I ask, assuming he is talking about his father.
"He… he said 'this wouldn't have happened if you" another cry. "if you weren't a… a fag.' That's it. He left the room without another word." Blaine is full out sobbing now, tears streaming down his face.
That bastard. Blaine's father told him that because he liked boys, and he said it right after Blaine was attacked by homophobes. I walk over to Blaine and wrap my arms around him. He stiffens and I shush him. "Shh. I just thought you could use a friend. You seem to have nobody there for you, I thought you needed somebody."
Blaine sniffs and buries his head in my shoulder. "I do. I feel like I am screaming and nobody can hear me."
"If you ever need somebody, just come to me, okay? I promise I will always be there for you." I reassure.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me." Blaine says.
From that moment on, I knew I would never shake the connection that Blaine and I had.
*End of Flashback*
I wake up, and feel Blaine clutching onto my shirt, cuddled up to my side. I smile and stroke his curly hair out of his eyes, and smooth the back of his head. I love his hair out of the gel, so wild and free, so different from the dapper person everybody see's.
I lean back against the pillow, and think about what my life could have been like if not for Blaine.
Blaine's POV
I wake up, and I notice two things. One is that I am on my bed. That's odd, I don't remember going to bed. I am still in the shirt that's under the blazer, and the Dalton uniform pants I had on yesterday. I fell asleep writing my essay over on the desk. How did I make it on the bed?
Number two is that there is body next to me. Sebastian. He is awake, staring at me. "Hello there" He smiles at me.
"Why are you in my room?" I ask him, confused
"Well, I came in last night to say goodnight to you, and found you dead asleep with your head on the desk over there" he points to my desk. "I figured you wouldn't appreciate it if I just left you there, so I picked you up and brought you over on the bed." He explains. "However, I sort of forgot that when you sleep, you cling to anything near you, whether it be blankets, pillows, or in this case, my shirt." He smiles sheepishly. "Don't worry 'bout it. You look adorable when you pull me back in mumbling 'don't go'"
"Ya, well when you sleep with your arms around me so tight I can barely breathe, then when I try to get away you just pull tighter, I think we are even on cute ways of sleeping" I smile at him.
"Ha Ha. Come on, go get dressed. I will wait here." Sebastian orders and gently pushes me into a sitting position. While I am getting dressed Sebastian says "So do you want to go out tonight? I haven't gone out with you in weeks."
"Sorry Seb, im going to Breadstix with Kurt and Mercedes tonight" I apologize.
"When are you not with Kurt? I'm getting a feeling you like Kurt better than me now. Is that true?" Sebastian yells.
Crap. I haven't even thought of what Sebastian was doing. I have been hanging out with Kurt for so long, trying to get his mind of Karofsky. I can understand what Sebastian is feeling about all this.
"Sebastian, im so sorry. God im such an idiot! I didn't even notice you were upset about all this! I will cancel, okay? Then we can do something together! I will call Kurt right now and tell him that…" Before I can finish Sebastian cut me off
"Hey, Blaine, stop. I get that you are in a state of panic right now. That makes me sure you are still the same Blaine you were before gayface Hummel came into our lives." Sebastian reassures, walking over to me and stroking my arm. "I love you" He says to me. "Nothing, especially Hummel, will get in the way of that. But I would like to come to this little dinner you guys are having."
"Ok" I mumble, lost in his eyes a little bit. "Ya" I snap out of it. "Ya, I will call him right now and ask" I say and pull out my phone and dial Kurt's number in. After three rings, I hear an answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kurt, it's Blaine, I just wanted to ask you if Sebastian could join us when we go to Breadstix tonight."
There is a pause. After about 5 seconds I here him again "Sure Blaine. That's fine, he can come."
"Thanks, Kurt, it means a lot. See you tonight then?" I ask.
"Yep, tonight at seven" he says "Bye, Blaine." And the line goes dead.
"You can come." I smile up at him.
"Great, it will be fun" he smirks.
"Don't try anything. I mean it." I scold.
"I won't, I promise, but for now…" his mouth crashes into mine and I gladly kiss him back, smiling slightly.
7pm. Still Blaine's POV.
Sebastian and I walk out of his car, looking up at Breadstix. "Where are we supposed to be meeting Kurt?" Sebastian asks. He looks around and then stops in one area. "Never mind, I think I found him." He puts his arm around my shoulder and walks over.
"Hi, Kurt!" I say. "Hi, Mercedes, this is Sebastian." Sebastian smiles at her and waves his fingers.
"Hey, Blaine, nice to meet you Sebastian." She smiles at him and lead the way into the restaurant.
"Okay, so Blaine can sit beside me, and Mercedes can sit beside Sebastian, that good?" Kurt asks.
"That's great!" Sebastian says enthusiastically and lets Mercedes in first.
"Such a gentleman! I can see the appeal Blaine!" Mercedes smiles and I laugh.
The dinner went great, with Sebastian playing with my foot underneath the table the whole time, but we all got along great, with Kurt and I discussing things that Sebastian doesn't find appealing (he calls it the 'gay stuff for gays') while Sebastian and Mercedes talk about something else. Halfway through the meal, Sebastian turns to me and says "Remember when we went to the Buckeyes game, and you felt the need to announce everything they are doing wrong?" Sebastian smiles.
"Well, they were doing the totally wrong thing!" I laugh.
Kurt gasps. "You like football? Way to break the stereotype!" he gives me a high-five.
"I have a feeling Sebastian breaks that much more than I do, he doesn't like one thing the slightest bit stereotype."
"Not true. Isn't part the stereotype that if you are intimate you have to"-
"Okay! Not that one Seb. Keep it clean, keep it clean." I kick him under the table. He laughs.
Kurt and Mercedes look at each other, Kurt with a shocked expression, Mercedes amused.
"Well, this just got awkward fast." Sebastian says.
Sebastian's POV
After Dinner, Blaine and I are sitting in my dorm room in complete silence until Blaine breaks it. "I can't believe you did that. You idiot."
I smile. "Im sorry baby, did I embarrass you?"
"Ya, you kind of did." He says. "I think I should just leave."
"No, don't go. Please. Stay. Im sorry Blaine, I really am, I said I would be good, and I slipped up, okay?"
He looks into my eyes and grunts. "Fine. Okay. I can't stay mad at you."
"I love you" I say. "More than anything. You should know that"
"I do. And you know I love you?" he wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my chest and smiles. "Only you" he mumbles.
"Yep. Only me" I smile.
This took awhile. I didn't know what to do. Sorry again for the wait. The LONG wait.
I don't know where I am going with this. Any ideas?
Review Plzzz ;D