CHAPTER 2

Just as he had gotten his drink at Scandals, Sebastian saw Blaine Anderson approach, with that annoying little boyfriend of his right on his heels. Sebastian flashed his signature smile, "Hey guys, didn't think you would make it." Sebastian handed them both beers, Kurt looked at his with disdain.

"We don't drink", Kurt said in a holier-than-though voice. "I'm going to run to the little boy's room, be right back." Kurt gave Blaine an awkwardly fast kiss before he ran off. Sebastian started to laugh, "I think he means the little girls room", to his surprise, Blaine chuckled and chugged down some of his beer.

"Ohh I thought "we" didn't drink?", Sebastian said sarcastically.

"We" have had a rough week of practices for West Side Story", Blaine stated honestly.

"Well you have to relax and unwind a little bit", Sebastian said sensuously as he laid his hand on Blaine's inner thigh. All Blaine could do was stare at the hand that rested on his black pants. Blaine had to admit that Sebastian looked amazing, even sans Dalton uniform. He was wearing jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a striped rugby shirt that fit perfectly into his athletic-preppie chic. "How about a dance? You did promise," Sebastian asked shooting Blaine his best puppy dog eyes, and Blaine could not resist Sebastian's pleas, even though he knew that Kurt would be out of the bathroom any minute.

"Sure", he said. Sebastian stood up and pulled Blaine by the hand onto the small dance floor at Scandals as Adam Lamberts song "If I had you" came on. Sebastian didn't waste anytime and put his hands on Blaine's hips and pulled him in close. Their mouths were only inches apart and Blaine could taste the alcohol on Sebastian's breath. Blaine let out a sharp gasp when Sebastian started to slowly grind into him. Shit, Blaine thought. He was afraid that Sebastian would be able to feel the hard on that was quickly growing in his pants and know that he was having way more fun than he was letting on. When Sebastian knew that Blaine was starting to feel uncomfortable, he spun him around so that Blaine could feel his hard-on riding against the back of his pants. Sebastian slowly moved his hands under Blaine's button up shirt and felt his hot, bare skin. Blaine let out a low groan I should not be doing this it feels SO wrong, but Sebastian could not have been more turned on. Blaine wanted to walk away, to be a good boyfriend and go find out what was taking Kurt so long in the bathroom, but he couldn't help himself. Sebastian was a professional at getting into guys pants. Sebastian wanted to turn Blaine around and claim him right there on the dance floor of Scandals, to smash his hot moist lips into Blaine's and ram his tongue down his throat, but he wanted Blaine to crave more, he didn't want the game to be over too quickly. So he whispered in Blaine's ear softly and sexually, "I'm going to go get another drink, you're making me so hot I can barely breath." And he detached from Blaine just as quickly as he had attached himself. Blaine was left in the middle of the dance floor in confusion feeling empty when he saw Kurt talking to none other than Dave Kurofsky. He strutted over there fast, taking off his I'm-considering-cheating-on-my-boyfriend-hat and put on his super-protective-boyfriend-hat.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Blaine asked angrily when he walked over to the two of them talking. He never had forgiven Kurofsky for hurting Kurt.

"Blaine calm down, everything is ok. Dave was just apologizing for what happened between us", Kurt said in a calm, muted voice.

"Do you mind if I have a word with you, Anderson? Alone?" Kurofsky asked seriously. Blaine and Kurt gave each other perplexed looks.

"Ok", Blaine answered as Kurt got up to get a glass of water. "Why do you want to talk with me?"

"Because I saw you getting friendly with Sebastian Smythe on the dance floor", he said darkly as Blaine gulped nervously. "I don't give a shit what you do for recreation, but I'm warning you, Sebastian is bad news. He may be drop dead gorgeous, but underneath that he is a heartless son of a bitch. He only wants one thing and when he gets it, he'll leave you."

"We are just friends Dave, and what I do is none of your god damn business", Blaine said with hostility.

"It is if you hurt Kurt", Kurofsky said bluntly as he stood up and walked out of the bar. Then he felt Kurt's hand on his shoulder, "You ready to head home? It's getting late." Blaine looked at his watch and saw that it was only 11:30, he sighed and nodded his head. Sebastian waved goodbye from across the bar and winked at him as the couple walked out of Scandals. Blaine checked his phone after he dropped Kurt off at his house. He had half expected there to be a text from Sebastian, in fact, he was disappointed that there wasn't. He didn't know why but when Blaine got back home, he called Sebastian.

"Miss me already?" The confident, sexy voice was familiar now.

"I have no idea why I called", Blaine said bluntly. "I guess I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Well you've had a rough night, get some sleep gorgeous I will hit you up tomorrow", for a second, Sebastian almost sounded sweet.

"Ok", Blaine sighed, "Goodnight."

"Sweet Dreams", Sebastian said as he hung up. You're move Anderson.

After a week or so had gone by since their night at Scandals, Blaine had not heard once from Sebastian. It wouldn't bother him as much if Kurt hadn't been completely ignoring him. Apparently there was some Rachel/Finn drama that needed Kurt's divine gay-intervention—they had only been out for a dinner once that week and even then Kurt was distant. Blaine also thought that their distance might have been a result of their first night sleeping together. Although it was romantic and Blaine loved Kurt more than words, the whole experience left him unsatisfied sexually. But Kurt had seemed completely content so Blaine put his own needs aside and was happy that Kurt was happy. After school on Thursday of that week, Blaine and Kurt were supposed to have a Nicholas Sparks movie night at the Hummel house, but Blaine got a text from Kurt saying: Sorry Rachel needs me, she is a mess right now and I need to be there for her- know you'll understand ttyl 33. Blaine sighed, and knew he was in for another boring, lonely afternoon. Instead of sitting there moping, he decided to drive to Dalton, and meet up with some of the Warblers. Once Blaine drove all the way up there, he saw Nick walking to his car. "Nick wait!" Blaine shouted, desperate to find someone to hang out with.

"Blaine?" Nick said surprised. "What are you doing all the way up here at Dalton?"

"Kurt ditched me for the day and I needed a Warbler to hang out with," the second after Blaine had said it, he knew it sounded completely pathetic.

"Well Warbler practice was cancelled this afternoon and a lot of the guys have already gone home, sorry to disappoint," Nick said.

"Why was practice cancelled? You guys always practice Thursdays."

"Well at the beginning of this week we voted on captains and it ended up being me and Sebastian," Nick said shrugging. "Anyway, Sebastian and I had to cancel practice today because his Lacrosse game got moved to this afternoon."

"Oh," Blaine said, then he got an idea. "Where is the lacrosse game?" Blaine asked nonchalantly.

Nick laughed, "Blaine, I have known for long enough to know that you do not know a thing about lacrosse."

"I know, but like I said, I'm bored," Blaine laughed lightly.

"Its on the field right by the faculty parking spaces, behind the auditorium," Nick said as he pointed to his left.

"Thanks," Blaine said as he walked off to watch his first lacrosse game.

Once Blaine got there he took a seat on the metal bleachers, and looked at the scoreboard—Dalton was winning 12-10 with 20 minutes left in the game. Sebastian was talking to his coach (Blaine noticed a C on Sebastian's jersey, indicating that he was a captain). As Sebastian, who looked much different than his normal, preppy, chic self ran out on to the field to huddle with his team, he spotted Blaine. Blaine and Sebastian's eyes locked from across the field and Sebastian's serious game face faded away as he gave Blaine the widest smile he had ever seen. Blaine wondered how Sebastian could look even sexier sweaty and bleeding; it was certainly a tough guy side of him that Blaine had yet to see. As the game went on, Blaine just followed Sebastian around the field with his eyes; he really was a leader on the field, calming teammates down after they had been checked. But not even Sebastian could stop Houghton from tying the score. The clock ticked down to 0:00 and Houghton scored the game winning point, and Blaine could tell by the look on his face that Sebastian was crushed, and all he wanted to do was run on the field and comfort him (but he was afraid of completely embarrassing him in front of his teammates). He saw the two teams shake hands and Dalton went off to their locker-room. Blaine waited for Sebastian to come out, 10. . . 20. . . 30 minutes, until he couldn't wait much longer so he asked a fellow Dalton player if he had seen Sebastian leave already.

"Nah he is still in there," the boy said. "He takes it pretty hard on himself if we lose."

Blaine quickly thanked him and walked into the locker room to try and find him. As Blaine walked in, he closed the door behind him. "Sebastian?" Blaine asked quietly. "Its me, Blaine." Blaine was not ready for what turned the corner in front of him.

"Blaine?" It was Sebastian Smythe standing there with soaking wet hair and body, wrapped in a white towel around the waist. Blaine's throat dried up almost immediately. "Why are you in our locker room?" Sebastian asked smiling, his voice was still flirtatious, but Blaine could tell he was physically exhausted. "Did you come in here to see me naked? Cause if you did, you know I would have showed you willingly. . . "

"No!" Blaine interrupted. "I. . .uhh. . . well, I was bored and so I came up here looking to hang out with the Warblers, but Nick told me that practice was cancelled and you had a lacrosse game and now I'm here." Blaine gasped for breath after his ramble.

"Well I'm sorry you came all the way up here to see us lose," Sebastian said as he sat down on a bench.

"No you were incredible!" Blaine said trying to cheer him up.

"Thanks but you don't have to say that," Sebastian said honestly.

"Really Sebastian, you were great out there. To be honest when I saw you after the game. . . I just wanted to run up to you and tell you but I didn't want to completely embarrass you."

"You are NOT an embarrassment," Sebastian was ardent, and Blaine was surprised. "Anyway, I guess I should get changed so I can take you out for dinner. You know, as friends." Sebastian winked as he said that last word. Blaine didn't see the harm in it, after all, he knew his parents would have already eaten by the time he made it home, and didn't want to be stuck with cold leftovers.

"Ok," Blaine said. "But I have to be home before 2, or my parents will kill me, after all, it is a school night."

"2? I didn't think friends go back to each others houses after dinner," Sebastian said smirking. Before Blaine could say anything, Sebastian spoke again, "Don't worry I'll get you home before midnight. Now, be a good pal and hand me my uniform, its in the locker behind you." As Blaine turned back around he gasped as Sebastian had "dropped" his towel on the locker room floor. "Thanks," he said smirking. Blaine knew that the image of Sebastian's perfectly shaped ass would plague his thoughts for a week.