A/N: If you don't like feels, this is not the chapter for you. Warning: Feels ahead. I don't know what kind because i'm kinda crazy, but there are some, I think. My mom started throwing things at me cuz she's a hardcore klainer.

Chapter Eighteen:

"Blaine walked into the Lima Bean for his post-rehearsal medium drip. Alone. He stared at the coffee cup. He didn't even want the coffee. He put it down on the counter where the sugars were kept and turned to leave when he heard someone call his name. He turned around to see who it was. Sebastian Smythe, the very last person on earth he wanted to see right now."

"Where's Sebastian?" Jeff asked, walking into his and Nick's room. It had been three weeks since school had started and everything was going fine. "We were supposed to meet for dance rehearsal over an hour ago."

"I think he went into Lima," Nick said absently, reading a book on the bed.

"No!" Jeff half-yelled. Nick looked up.

"What? He's not allowed to get coffee?" Nick asked.

"There are coffee shops in Westerville," Jeff said. "There's a friggin coffee shop on campus. There's only one reason Sebastian would go to Lima at this time of day."

Blaine.

"Oh," Nick said. "Ah, well, what's he gonna do, bang him in the bathroom at the Lima Bean? Blaine has actual class. And standards, please."

Jeff, on the other hand, starting panicking, tearing apart his desk in an attempt to find his phone, finally seizing it and hurriedly texting Sebastian: Stay away from Blaine. If you don't reply to this immediately, I am coming to find you. Heart pumping, Jeff sank to the floor and tried to count, taking deep breaths.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

"Hun, are you okay?" Nick asked. Jeff nodded.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

"Blaine's a big boy, he can take care of himself," Nick said. Jeff just nodded, trying to block out all sound except for his own breathing.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four

The phone in his hands buzzed and Jeff jumped, looking down at it.

Calm your tits, I'm coming back to Dalton. I'll swing by Mickey D's if you want anything.

"You want McDonalds?" Jeff asked Nick, his voice still shaking.

"Nah, I ate," Nick said.

We're good. Just get back here.

No response back from Sebastian on that one, Jeff assumed he was driving. About half an hour later, Sebastian poked his head in Nick and Jeff's room.

"I'm back," he announced.

"Good," Jeff said.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Nick asked.

"Nothing," Jeff and Sebastian said at the same time.

"I'll be right back," Jeff added to Nick, standing up from his spot on the floor and walking into the hall with Sebastian. "Don't do this."

"I'm okay, I'm in control," Sebastian said. "I just had to see him. I just… I just wanted to see him."

"Sebastian…" Jeff groaned.

"I love him!" Sebastian protested. Jeff's head snapped up, and Sebastian reached up to put a hand over his mouth. "I need a drink."

"No!" Jeff said, seizing Sebastian's arm as he tried to run away. "No, you need to come to terms with this."

"No, I don't, I don't do emotions, stop it, you can't make me," Sebastian said, trying and failing to get his arm free of Jeff's grasp. "When did you get so damn strong?"

"Been working out so I can keep Nicky lifted up," Jeff said with a hint of a grin, but then it disappeared to be replaced with a frown. "There are plenty of guys in the world, you don't need Blaine. Just get over him. Please. For me." Sebastian shook his head, but Jeff pulled him into a tight hug anyway, and that's when Hunter decided to walk out of his room.

"Well, if it had to be someone, I'm glad it's not me," Hunter observed. "Carry on."

"Stop denying it, you totally want this delicious piece of mancandy," Jeff said, indicating Sebastian.

"Please," Hunter snorted. "I have higher standards than that."

"Watch it, Clarington," Jeff said. "Bas is my best friend."

"And I'm not scared of you," Hunter remarked, rolling his eyes. "Did you do it?" he added to Sebastian.

"One hour. Wait in the library," Sebastian said.

"And a song?"

"The new one by Kelly Clarkson, My Dark Side," Sebastian said. Hunter smirked.

"Good choice. See you." Hunter left without another word.

"What the hell is going on?" Jeff asked.

"Hunter makes me do a lot of things," Sebastian said. "Like a penance for being Hitler in a previous life or something. He wants Blaine. Here. Tonight."

"Blaine's coming here tonight?" Jeff asked. "In an hour?"

"More or less," Sebastian said. "I know he'll take the bait. I just… I wish I could resist it."

"Blaine is going to come here to see you for reasons I don't want to think about and Hunter's going to use that to blackmail him into coming back to Dalton?" Jeff asked, incredulously.

"Yeah, actually, exactly that," Sebastian said. "That was a really good and specific guess."

"You can't," Jeff said. "You'll ruin yourself, all the hard work you've put into this, not to mention Blaine's relationship with Kurt."

"Kurt doesn't have to know, and I never liked him anyway!" Sebastian insisted.

"You. Can't. You actually cannot. I will not let you," Jeff said. Sebastian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly had Jeff pushed against the wall of the hallway.

"And you're going to stop me?" Sebastian asked. "Good luck." He let go and Jeff stumbled a little, off balance.

"Please, don't," Jeff pleaded. "Please." Sebastian just looked at him. "I would rather you take me again and endure six more weeks of hell and guilt than have you put Blaine through it. I'll break up with Nick right now and you can have me forever. Please, I'll do anything." Jeff sank to his knees. "Don't do this."

"I don't have a choice," Sebastian said, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't – I don't have a choice." Then he'd gone down the hallway in the direction of the stairway. Jeff just stayed there, frozen, sobbing in the hallway until finally the door to his room opened (probably only about 45 seconds after Sebastian had disappeared) and Nick emerged, looking at Jeff with his hands on his hips.

"So do you want to tell me what's going on, or should I just guess?" Nick asked.

"Really sort of depends how much you heard," Jeff said. Nick put his hand softly on Jeff's shoulder.

"Come on, baby," he said. "Get up." Jeff rose shakily to his feet, walking the few steps into the room, before collapsing on the bed. "And why are you breaking up with me, exactly?"

"Shit," Jeff groaned. "I wasn't actually going to do it, I swear."

"I know, now just tell me the whole story before I jump too far to any conclusions and fall off a building," Nick said.

"It's all Hunter," Jeff said, his voice unsteady. "He wants Blaine to come back to Dalton. He knows Blaine is Sebastian's weak spot, and he's using Sebastian to get Blaine here. After Sebastian drags Blaine through the torture of his dorm of doom, we all somehow end up in the library, sing a song together, and Blaine decides to transfer back."

"Oh, right, because that's a great idea," Nick said, sarcastically. "I agree he shouldn't do it, but Blaine's still a big boy, he can make his own, albeit very bad, choices."

"Last year, Sebastian hired me to make sure he stayed away from Blaine no matter what," Jeff said. "No matter what, Nicky, this is a no matter what!"

"Yeah, this would fall under the category of no matter what," Nick said. He sighed, frustrated. "Okay, gameplan. When is Blaine getting here and how do we know he'll come?"

"An hour, or less, and I don't know, Sebastian seemed pretty confident," Jeff said.

"Go down to the parking lot and keep talking to Sebastian," Nick instructed. "I'll take care of Hunter." Together they walked out of their room, down the staircase, and onto the lawn. "Good luck."

"You too," Jeff replied.

"I Niff you!" Nick called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"I Niff you, too, Nicky," Jeff replied. He walked over to Sebastian, who was smoking a cigarette and leaning against his car, which looked like he'd run it through the car wash on his way home. "Don't do it."

"I don't have a choice, Jeff, you don't understand," Sebastian said.

"What is Hunter doing? Nicky and I can help," Jeff said. "This is high school. The Warblers are just a club. It's not real, it doesn't matter. Don't ruin Blaine's life."

"I'm not going to ruin his life," Sebastian said. "You know me, I can't force him to do anything he doesn't want to do." He exhaled a long breath. "Literally can't."

"I know," Jeff said. "Kurt's away at college, I'm sure Blaine's messed up. I doubt he's making good decisions right now."

"Hunter's counting on me," Sebastian said.

"Is this how we're going to end our friendship?" Jeff asked. "Hunter can't make you do anything. What does he have on you?"

"He knows how to get me expelled," Sebastian said. "And he'll do it, I know he will."

"If he does, this team doesn't have a shot in the dark at winning Sectionals, let alone Regionals or Nationals," Jeff said.

"I can't take the risk," Sebastian said.

"We can bring him up on charges," Jeff said. "The Warblers Council can convict him of blackmail, it's in the handbook."

"It doesn't matter," Sebastian said. "If I don't do this, I'm out. Simple as that. I don't have a choice."

"What's the point in turning over a new leaf if someone else is just going to blackmail you?" Jeff asked. Sebastian shook his head. "Do you want me to dig up some dirt on him?"

"I have the dirt on him," Sebastian said.

"And?" Jeff asked.

"His not-even-remotely-bicurious shtick is a lie," Sebastian said.

"Of course it is," Jeff said. "What kind of straight guy gets a scholarship for show choir?"

"Jesse St. James," Sebastian replied automatically. Jeff caught Sebastian's eye and they both laughed. Sebastian dropped his used cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his shoe. "You should go get instructions from Hunter. Blaine will be here soon."

"I'm waiting with you until he gets here," Jeff said, resolved. "Maybe, somehow, I can talk you out of this."

"I won't…" Sebastian began, but then hesitated. "I won't make the first move. Not with Blaine, not ever. I swear, J."

"Okay," Jeff said. "My entire hope for humanity is resting on a lonely seventeen-year-old boy's resistance to your natural charm. Yeah, this is going to turn out well." Sebastian lit up another cigarette. "Would you stop that? You're going to get cancer." Jeff actually picked the offending white thing from Sebastian's hand and dropped it to the ground, stamping it out.

"Good, then I'll die sooner," Sebastian said, pulling out another one and lighting it. Jeff tried to ignore it this time.

"Don't play with that edge, Bas," Jeff warned. "As someone who's been there, don't do it."

"I'm not going to kill myself," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes. "Well, maybe if I get kicked out of here, but… I really do like living, even if it sucks sometimes. Besides, I don't think they let you watch Torchwood in hell."

"And what if hell turns out to be a giant party with Torchwood playing nonstop everywhere all the time?" Jeff asked.

"Hell yeah," Sebastian smirked. "Wait, he's coming. Get inside, that's his car." Jeff ran off across the lawn towards the senior commons. Blaine parked his Subaru next to Sebastian's BMW and got out. "Hey, killer, thought I might be getting a visit from you tonight." He smirked, putting out his cigarette.

"It's still afternoon, and I don't even…" Blaine began. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Don't even what? "I just – I just want to feel… I want to feel." Sebastian hesitated, beginning to doubt even his own resolve. Blaine looked on the verge of tears, this was not how the plan was supposed to go.

"Blaine…" Sebastian said. Blaine looked up at him, his beautiful golden bronze eyes glittering with tears waiting to be shed. "Tell me everything." Blaine rushed forward and hugged Sebastian. "Come on, let's go inside." He half dragged Blaine up to his dorm room, sat him on his bed, and gave him a pillow to hug. "Dish."

"Last year, I transferred from Dalton to McKinley, because I wanted – I couldn't stand to be away from Kurt. He graduated, but he was – he was staying in Lima for me. And-and-and I didn't want that for him. He went to New York, and got a job with voguedotcom and he- he's so busy that-that-that–" Blaine couldn't continue. He choked out one sob after another, tears falling from his eyes onto the pillow he was clutching for dear life.

"That?" Sebastian prompted.

"There's nothing left for me at McKinley," Blaine said. Sebastian, having shrugged his blazer and hooked it on the door, sat next to Blaine and put his arm around Blaine's shoulders in an act of comfort. If Blaine was going to spill his heart out to Sebastian, Sebastian was damn well going to comfort him properly. Though Blaine considered pushing the arm away, he pressed into Sebastian's embrace instead, laying his head on Sebastian's shoulder. Sebastian ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, working the gel out of it.

"Maybe you should come back to Dalton," Sebastian murmured softly.

"At least people care about me here," Blaine choked out.

"I care about you, Blaine."

"You do?"

"Of course I do."

"You almost blinded me," Blaine accused, pulling back from Sebastian, suddenly angry. Calm down, Major MoodSwings (a colleague of Sargent Sassafras). He had every right to be angry about the slushee thing, but Sebastian hadn't been expecting it just then.

"And I am sincerely sorry about that," Sebastian replied. "I've turned over a new leaf. No more bullying, blackmail, or assault this year."

"That must be boring for you," Blaine said.

"Yeah, it is. Being nice sucks." Blaine smiled in spite of himself. "There's that super hot school boy smile."

Without thinking, Blaine pressed his lips to Sebastian's with more passion than he would have thought possible. They broke apart softly, looking at each other. Suddenly reality caught back up with Blaine. He was across the room in a flash, right hand on his lips.

"No, no, no," he said. "No, I shouldn't have done that."

"Didn't you say you wanted to feel?" Sebastian asked, advancing slowly on Blaine. "Isn't this what you wanted to feel? Wanted? Needed? Loved?"

Blaine hesitated, unable to properly sort his thoughts, but then he'd reached out and grabbed Sebastian by the tie, locking their lips again. Sebastian pulled their bodies flush, then pivoted them both so they landed on Hunter's bed, Sebastian on top. Their lips and tongues continued their wordless conversation while Blaine's fingers worked to undo the buttons on Sebastian's shirt and Blaine moaned loudly as Sebastian's thigh pressed against his erection.

Sebastian couldn't take it. Everything he'd wanted for the last year was right here underneath him, but it felt… wrong. Like when you misread a candy machine and accidentally order the one piece of candy you're allergic to. And not only that but you get two of them for the price of one, so now you're like, fuck, I don't want this, who the hell is going to eat these two Hershey's bars with Almonds? Like seriously why are the Hershey bars in candy machines ALWAYS Hershey's with Almonds? It's bullshit, that's what it is.

Sebastian had wanted this for so long, but he never wanted it to be like this. Sebastian had seen guilt completely wreck Jeff the year before and he didn't want that for Blaine. Blaine was sober, though, as far as Sebastian could tell.

And when Sebastian reached for the lube, he asked, "Are you sure about this, killer?"

"Yes, God, yes," Blaine moaned.

That was that. All too soon Sebastian was in the shower, trying to wash the experience away, but he couldn't. He already knew he couldn't wash any experience away, no matter how hot the water or how hard he scrubbed. Walking back into the room with just a towel about his waist, he noticed Blaine shaking as he pulled his clothes back on.

"You can use the shower if you want," Sebastian said. Blaine shook his head. "What's the matter?"

"I- I don't…" Blaine tried, but it wasn't coming to him. "I can't."

"You already did," Sebastian said, unable to stop himself from winking even though Blaine was facing the opposite direction.

"Sebastian… I can't do this," Blaine said.

"Why? Because of Kurt?" Sebastian asked, although he wondered why he didn't just agree with Blaine, and assumed it had to be one of those emotion things everyone was always talking about. "Forget about him. He left you the second he got on that train. You're a Dalton boy. You're a legend. Come back where you belong."

"I have to think about it," Blaine said. "I-I have to go." He left Sebastian's dorm and wandered across campus toward the senior commons. Sebastian took about five minutes to collect himself before he toweled his hair dry, gelled it into place, and put his uniform on. Then he wrote a note to Hunter, just in case he forgot.

Note: get my uniform dry-cleaned.

He had about five minutes before he had to be in the library with a blazer in Blaine's size.

Knowing that mostly Warblers, by some coincidence, lived on this floor and most would be gone to the library by now, Sebastian let out his frustration with a scream.

'Okay, Sebastian, it's okay, you can deal with this,' Sebastian said to himself. 'Nope, that's a lie, you can't, but you're going to do what you have to do, and then you're going to come back and drink basically everything in your dresser.' He sighed, deeply. 'And then Hunter will murder you. Godspeed.'

He straightened his tie a little and left the room. He went to the commons and ran into Trent in the hall outside the library.

"What did you do, Sebastian?" Trent asked, shaking his head. He sounded so sad.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian whispered. "Where is he?"

"Bathroom," Trent said, pointing. "Hair gel." Sebastian nodded silently, walking in that direction. Thad and Blaine were in the bathroom, Blaine was combing his hair into place.

"Is that why you're here?" Thad asked, eagerly.

"No, I came to see Sebastian," Blaine said.

"Yes, he did," Sebastian said, announcing his presence, "and he looked so hot while he was."

"Oh," Thad said. "That explains… everything." He took his exit with his hair gel. Blaine shook his head sadly at Sebastian and left the room as well. Sebastian followed.

"So, I take it you met Hunter," Sebastian said. "What do you think?"

"I think he seems like an asshole," Blaine said.

"If you come back, I'm sure the council would vote you captain." This was Sebastian's secret plan on Hunter's original plan. The only way he could possibly make it back on top.

"I thought you were the captain," Blaine said to Sebastian, as they rounded the corner into the library. Sebastian shook his head.

"More obvious questions," Hunter interrupted, evidently continuing on a former conversation. "Dalton just gave me a full scholarship to move here from Colorado Springs, where I led my military academy to a Regionals victory with Presidential honors. Now I'm here to kick it up a notch. That starts with you."

"That's very intimidating," Blaine said. "And not what I need right now."

"Hunter has a plan to get you back that is, admittedly, better than mine," Sebastian said. "I, of course, am not a part of it, nor did it specifically involve seducing you. That was just fun."

"And why would I ever leave McKinley?" Blaine asked, ignoring Sebastian.

"Why would you stay?" Hunter asked. "I heard you only went there to be with Kurt. In fact, I hear they still call you Blaine Warbler. They know you don't belong there. Why don't you?"

"We all know the real Blaine, Blaine," Sebastian said, as the doors to the library opened, and in walked Nick, Jeff, and Beats. "Ambitious. Driven. You're a Dalton boy."

"Present the blazer," Hunter instructed. Beats handed the Blaine-sized blazer to Sebastian. "Go on." Blaine rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation as Sebastian slipped the blazer on him.

"You know what goes great with a new blazer? An impromptu song," Sebastian said, trying to sound innocent, as if this wasn't the most diabolical plan of his life.

"No, come on, I'm not in the mood…" Blaine began to protest, but Nick, Jeff, and Sebastian had already started, and the rest of the Warblers were filing in the doors.

There's a place that I know
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone

Everybody has a dark side
Do you love me, would you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it, you know that we're worth it

"What did I tell you? Flawless," Sebastian said. "And I don't just mean out here." He winked. Blaine took off the blazer and tried to hand it back to Hunter.

"Keep it," Hunter said. "It's already yours. Don't you think it's time you came back where you belong? Blaine Warbler?" Blaine took the blazer with him, leaving the library without another word. "Good work, Warblers. You're dismissed. Except Sebastian." Sebastian hung back, hands behind his back, looking at the floor. "That wasn't part of the plan."

"So what?" Sebastian asked. "It got the job done."

"It might have ruined the plan," Hunter said. "Why would I ask you to seduce anyone? That doesn't even make sense!"

"He was upset," Sebastian said. "I'm not a robot, I have feelings too. He was crying, I couldn't bring him in here."

"Just because you have an enormous soft spot for the boy doesn't mean you can sabotage my plans," Hunter said.

"It worked out fine. I wasn't going to subject him to you without comforting him first," Sebastian spat.

"Watch it, Smythe," Hunter said.

"No, you watch it," Sebastian said. "Blaine is under my protection, so don't you dare try to mess with him."

"No, I think you've got that covered," Hunter replied, venom in his voice. "Maybe I'll mess with everyone else."

"These are my Warblers," Sebastian said. "My team, my friends. Do whatever you want to me, I deserve it. But not them, and not Blaine. And when he transfers back here, you better be on your goddamn best behavior." He tore out of the library and was back in his room in minutes, stripping off his uniform again, instead changing it for jeans, a polo, and sneakers. Then he was back in the hall, banging on Nick and Jeff's door, which opened, and there stood Nick, looking exasperated.

"Don't expect me to look at you," Nick said. "I am mad."

"Yeah, I understand that. Can I borrow Jeff? I need a babysitter for a while," Sebastian asked.

"Scandals?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," Sebastian said.

"Nope, sorry, bye," Nick said, closing the door in his face. Sebastian stood in the hall, seething for several seconds before the door opened again, this time Jeff's face greeted him.

"Just a sec," he said, a grin so Jeff-like on his face. The door shut again and five minutes later, Jeff was dressed in skinny jeans, black Converse, a light blue button-up, a turquoise and purple plaid tie, and a leather jacket. "Does this match?"

"I don't care, let's go," Sebastian said, leading the way to the stairwell before heaven forbid Hunter showed up and stopped them. Once they were safely in Sebastian's BMW on their way to Lima, Jeff spoke.

"Why," Jeff said. It wasn't really a question, it was a statement. Just why, that's all.

"I just can't," Sebastian said, shaking his head. "I can't deal with this. I broke the emotions barrier, and it's taking me over."

"So you're going to drink it all away," Jeff concluded.

"I'm planning to try," Sebastian said. "You can agree with that or not, but I can't handle all this anymore. How do I get over him?"

"I don't know," Jeff said. "Is there anyone else?"

"No," Sebastian said quietly, shaking his head. "There's never been anyone else."

"I'm sorry," Jeff replied. "You're not… you're not all bad. Most guys would be lucky to have you."

"But not Blaine?"

"Not Blaine," Jeff sighed. "I guess him and Kurt will be done now."

"I am so incredibly sorry," Sebastian said.

"Don't bother telling me," Jeff snorted.

"No, I'm sorry to you," Sebastian said. "For subjecting you to me and my awful, awful ways. For… for last year, and for this year, this feud between Hunter and I. He… he didn't ask me to seduce Blaine."

"I know," Jeff said. "I'm sorry for not being able to protect you from yourself."

He didn't know it yet, but he'd be sorry for a few more things before they were through.

A/N: I don't like this chapter. I don't really like anything I write, but I especially don't like this chapter. Some stuff I write I think is excellent, like the first three chapters of this story, or like chapter 24 of my dark side, or that whole story i wrote where sebastian was a girl, or that story i wrote forever ago called the switch hitter about a guy who does gay pron for money and his scene partner's name is hunter and i didn't even realise i'd written that cuz it was like a million years ago and i laughed so hard when i reread it but no seriously: this chapter sucked. The next one will be better because really it would almost have to be.

I'll shut up now.
Samantha

#i'm fucking insane