The Reason Chapter 51, a glee fanfic

Chapter 51: Lucky

A/N: Shout out to the amazing reviewer who messaged me! I'm not sure if you wanted me to say who you were, but you know who you are! Thank you to everyone for your continued support. Feel free to review and let me know what you think. Thanks again! (This chapter is a long one! 12k+ words and probably one of my favorite chapters.)

I stared at the ceiling waiting for Hunter to get back, my mind thinking about too many things at once and not really focusing in on any one idea for too long. I checked my phone to see if there were any social media notifications that needed attending, but was disappointed to see that no one had shown interest enough to send me a poke or a tweet. Well, maybe I was sort of glad that no one did.

"Tell me again why you're here." Hunter said walking into his dorm room with two bags of popcorn. He tossed me my bag, which was, of course, still hot. Hunter walked over to his dresser and took off his jeans and shirt before putting on some shorts. If he thought him being shirtless would tempt me, then he would have to think again. All it did was make my view slightly better to look at.

"That's not a very nice way to treat a friend now is it." I said opening the buttery snack and letting the steam out; the smell of popcorn filled my nose almost instantly. "You told me your roommate wasn't here so I thought I would be a good friend and keep you company."

"You asked me if my roommate was here, I didn't bring it up." Hunter sat down against his headboard and patted the spot next to him. "I don't think my roommate will like the idea of someone being in his bed."

"I don't care." I said kicking off my shoes and making a throne of pillows to rest against. "It was technically my bed first."

"Technically it was mine but because you're a self centered jerk that needed to have the bed next to the window, you forced me to switch with you."

"Same thing." I said shrugging and throwing popcorn into the air and catching it in my mouth. Hunter pressed play on his Xbox and the words Fast and Furious flashed across the screen. "Again?" Hunter knew every line in this movie. He loved it to the point where it was annoying, and Fast and Furious is honestly a really good movie so it took a lot of re-watching to get tired of it.

"If we're going to sit here and pretend that you're here for me instead of facing the truth that you're here for yourself then I get to decided what movie we watch." Hunter reached over the side of his bed to grab two Capri Suns from the mini fridge and tossed one to me. "Let me guess, did you and Blaine fight again?"

"No we didn't fight again." I emphasized how amused I was by his joke. "Did I tell you he got hurt?"

"At the game?" Hunter asked as he poured a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "I didn't see him get hurt."

"It wasn't at the game, it was at his house." I turned my head towards Hunter to find him completely submerged in the movie, leaning forward with a child-like sparkle in his eyes.

"What? I like cars…" Hunter said when he saw me staring at him. "Wait a minute, you never told me about your visit to your father. Is that why you're here?"

"No. I don't know." I said, knowing all too well that it was the exact reason for me being there. I didn't want to be alone tonight, so I decided to stay with Hunter. I would have gone with the obvious route and stayed with Blaine but he was staying over at Finn's tonight, and Santana was with Brittany so the apartment was empty. Sometimes I wish I had a dog. But then I realized I have Hunter. Wow, okay Sebastian that's rude even for you. Hunter is your f-r-i-e-n-d.

Hunter turned off the TV and lied down on his bed, scooting over to make space and signaling me to occupy the spot he made for me. I smirked but walked over and lied down next to him.

"Tell me about it." He said staring at the ceiling. "Was it what you expected?"

"The opposite." I said, closing my eyes and looking at nothing but blackness.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. My father sat on a couch reading a newspaper and taking a sip from his coffee mug. "Claire, I don't feel like participating in the group session tonight so I wont be attending." He looked up when I didn't respond and needless to say, he was surprised to see me. "Sebastian…"

"H-Hi." I said, averting my eyes so that I didn't look directly at him. I felt awkward. Out of place. In front of my own father I felt like a stranger.

"You shouldn't be here." My father said standing up. His face didn't seem hateful though… he seemed… different. Not sad. Not happy. Just… different. Why was I not supposed to be there?

"I'm sorry I didn't call. I probably should have come sooner." It was in my nature to believe I had done something wrong and apologize for not living up to the standards of my father. When I didn't know what else to say to my father, I did what I knew best and apologized to him. For being mediocre. For being a bother. For being me.

I wanted to be here for my father because his blood runs through my veins, but I couldn't stop the part of me that despised this man standing before me.

"I'm assuming you didn't hear the message until recently. Have you not been home? Maria was instructed to call me when she saw you." I shook my head. I didn't actually listen to what he told me to do in the message he left. I didn't go home and I didn't call my grandparents; suddenly it seemed like a very bad idea to not do as my father instructed. He was tense; it seemed as if he wanted to maybe say or do something, but he was stopping himself. "You must have questions." He said signaling for me to sit down across from him. As if by instinct, I walked over and sat down as he commanded. It wasn't necessarily that I felt the need to sit down, but he commanded and I listened. It's just how it had always been.

"I only really want to know one thing. Why did you do it?" I said barely in a whisper, afraid that my voice would crack and I would look weak in front of my father. "Is it because you hate me? Is it that much of a burden to call me your son?"

"No." He said, his eyes lowered, neither of us wanting to look at each other. What was it about us that made us not able to look at each other in the eyes? "I've never hated you. I… Sebastian, I don't know why I did it. And that's part of the reason I'm here. I can't excuse what I did, but I know I'm a monster for everything I've done to you. I'm hoping that I can get better. Maybe with time I can be a father to you, the father I never was." I didn't answer him. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say what he expected me to say… 'I forgive you, it's okay.' But I could bring myself to say them. After sitting there in an uncomfortable silence my father spoke again. "I heard you were accepted into NYU. Congratulations." He leaned over to pat my knee, a simple gesture that every father does to his son, yet it elicited a completely different reaction from me. Normally a pat on the knee was comforting, but my knee instinctively jerked away, knowing too well the pain those hands had caused me. I didn't mean to do it, it just happened, and when it did I could tell things got increasingly more awkward. My father half smiled, a face that I had never seen on him before, and ran his hands through his hair while letting out a nervous laugh, an act that eerily reminded me of myself. "What are you majoring in?"

"Pre medical studies." The way the words came out of my mouth practically begged for his acceptance; somewhere deep inside I knew that part of the reason I chose to become a physician was because I hoped that it would impress my father and that maybe, just maybe he would acknowledge me.

Daddy issues at its finest.

"Really?" He said sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs. "You want to be a doctor?" Looks like becoming a doctor didn't impress my father as much as I had hoped it would.

"I do." I didn't even believe myself. "I…I don't know." I conceded. I thought that becoming a doctor was the right choice for me; I enjoyed science and helping people, the job was stable, I could provide for Blaine. It was smart. It always seemed reasonable.

But truth be told, I had no idea what I wanted to do. The question was never 'What do you want to do?' it was 'What does your father want you to do?' Even after everything happened and I was technically free to make my own decision, I felt an insane need to want to please my father.

"Smythes always speak with confidence Sebastian." My father's face changed when he realized what he had said. "I shouldn't have said that." My father once told me that Smythes never accept defeat but that's what it seemed like he was doing. His face seemed defeated. My father stood up and walked to the closet and pulled out what seemed to be a guitar case.

"You know I used to be in band? Music was my passion." My father said as he took out a guitar. "I don't think I ever told you that. I loved to sing, just like you. I know you love music more than anything. Pursue that dream Sebastian, don't let doubt and the hatred of the world stop you from fulfilling your dream. I know why you chose to become a doctor, and you're doing it for the wrong reasons." He looked out the window before he continued talking. "So much about you reminds me of myself when I was your age. I don't want you to lose the light that I lost. Look what it turned me into." He didn't look back at me to see if I would respond, and I'm glad he didn't because I was frozen. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I didn't know what I was supposed to do.

I didn't know how to have a simple conversation with my own father.

"I thought I could come here and maybe we could fix things but I don't think I can do this anymore. Not now." I said standing up. The words left my mouth before I realized what I was saying. "I…I-I should leave."

"Sebastian, wait!" My father said standing up as well. I instantly tensed up, half expecting him to hit me. "No, I mean, you don't have to. I'm not going to hit you." For the first time in my entire life, I saw my father look hurt. Upset.

"I just need more time. I'm sorry." It was difficult keeping it together. I walked to the door to make my way out but my hand froze on the doorknob. Why couldn't I open the door? Why couldn't I just leave and not look back? My hands began trembling as tears started to threatening my eyes. "I know you're going to think this is stupid, but when I don't have the words to say I express myself through song." My father didn't reply so I let the music play in my head as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Forgive? Sounds good
Forget? I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go 'round and 'round and 'round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can't you just get over it?
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
What it is you think I should

Forgive? Sounds good
Forget? I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

"No way, he was in a band?" Hunter said leaning his head to look at me. "What did he say to you singing?"

"When I finished he didn't say anything so I opened the door to leave without even looking back at him but…h-he uh, told me that I couldn't go back to see him because any form of contact with me was prohibited by the judge."

Hunter furrowed his eyebrow and sat up on the bed. "What do you mean?"

"My father confessed to abusing me and was arrested." I said sitting up and holding my knees. I wasn't even sure if Hunter had heard me; there was something about saying it out loud that felt… weird, I guess."Instead of prison, he was sentenced to complete rehabilitation as mandated by the court. Part of the agreement was the he wouldn't have any form of contact with me until completion of the program. That's why he made the CD. It was the least obvious way of contact."

"Hold on, is this for real? You're father confessed to the cops and is basically under house arrest at a rehabilitation center? I don't get why you can't see him."

"I guess it's for my own safety." I said shrugging. "The program is indefinite. He's in there until the judge rules him capable of being around me again, so it might be months or years until I see him again. Until then my grandparents are my legal guardians."

"This is crazy." Hunter said putting his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry you have to go through all of this."

"It's not your fault." I said reaching for the Xbox controller. "Enough with the pity party though. I don't want to talk about this anymore." Hunter shook his head and sighed before lying back down.

I woke up at 3am under a blanket and Hunter fast asleep, his back to me. How that happened, I couldn't tell you. I was paying attention to the movie, but I can't remember when exactly I knocked out. I reached over to grab my phone from the nightstand and practically winced from the insanely bright light coming from my screen.

I had a missed call and text from Blaine. Crap. I forgot to text him goodnight.

Hey babe. Fell asleep but just woke up again. Now going back to bed. Goodnight, love you. –Sebastian

I knew I wouldn't get a call or text back from him, so I adjusted the pillow and let myself fall back asleep.

"Why exactly are we going to Dalton Academy?" I asked getting into the passengers seat. The only reason I agreed to go was because Santana bribed me with coffee, and I never turn down a coffee.

"Do you need a reason? Either way, Sebastian is there so it's more of a favor to you." Santana said as she backed the car up. She pinched my cheek teasingly when she turned to face the road.

"I suppose. But why do you need to go there?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Santana never did anything without having some ulterior motive.

"I'm here for the ride." Brittany said from the backseat. "I love long car drives." I didn't really question why Brittany came, I was used to her just being there.

"You should be thanking me for getting you excused from your last two classes so that we could run some official New Directions business." Santana let go of the steering wheel and made air quotes before and after the words official New Directions business. Looks like she lied to get us out of class, not that I was complaining. "Sebastian invited Britts and I to his lacrosse game tonight so I figured we could head over to Dalton early so that we could grab a bite to eat before he had to be back at school." I nodded my head, but something told me that she wasn't telling me the entire story. "It's also the perfect opportunity to do some snooping and see what the Warblers are up to." I rolled my eyes and shook my head; I knew it.

"Turn it up! This is my song!" Brittany reached forward to raise the volume before she started singing and fist pumping to the song in the backseat, making Santana have that smile she only wore for Brittany. Santana's look of admiration didn't go unnoticed; Britt leaned over to kiss her cheek before sitting back down in her seat.

Before we knew it, we were already at Dalton Academy. Santana was actually a really good driver, despite her insane road rage and her need for speed. We arrived at Dalton, shaving 10 minutes off my record. The fastest I ever made it to Dalton was the night after the fundraiser that Sebastian left out of the blue because he was being a brat and was mad at me.

I walked ahead of the girls, looking inside every room and reminiscing on my time at Dalton. I waved and smiled at the occasional familiar face that walked past me.

"Do you ever miss it here?" Britt asked looping arms with me. "Besides the cute boys."

"I do." I admitted. Dalton had been my safe haven when I first came out of the closet. It would always be a special place for me. "The classes are harder and it's stricter here than at McKinley, but I'll always remember the friends I made here. I had some of the best moments here." As we walked down the stairs I let my fingers linger on the railing of the spiral staircase. It was nostalgic anytime I came back to Dalton. "Do we even know if they are rehearsing right now?" I asked as I led them to the common room.

"Of course they are." Santana said matter-of-factly; how she knew, I didn't know. When we were a few feet away from the common room I knew she was right; the unmistakable harmonies of the Warblers rang down the hall. I peeked my head inside the partially opened double doors, not wanting to disrupt the Warblers from practicing. Santana on the other hand was quiet because she didn't want to get caught. Santana pulled out her cell phone to start recording but I blocked the camera. "Santana, we can't cheat. If we're going to beat them we have to do it fair and square. Getting caught could get us eliminated from the competition."

"Jeez, sorry Mr. Moral Compass, I'll shut it off." As soon as she did, the Warblers began whistling and humming for a different song.

(Sebastian)

You're such a motivator, gotta get your way
So sick of saying yes sir, yes sir
You're such an instigator, you wanna play the game
Take it or leave it, that's her, that's her

I spun around during one of the dance moves and saw Santana in the corner of my eye peeking inside the common room. Looks like my plan worked. I signaled the Warblers to continue as I made my way towards the door.

And I can't wait another minute
I can't take the look she's giving
Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million
My lucky strike

I winked at her before pulling her into the common room as I sang the last line, revealing Brittany and Blaine standing behind her. Blaine was swarmed by the Warblers to welcome him but no one missed a beat, and as much as I wanted to pull him into a kiss, I was in the middle of a performance and the show must go on. Holy crap Sebastian, you sound like Lady Hummel. Blaine raised an eyebrow at the expression I made when I realized that I sounded like Hummel, but I played it off and continued dancing.

Got me so high, and then she dropped me
But she got me, she got me, she got me bad
Took me inside and then she rocked me
She keep me up all night, this is what it sounds like

Blaine laughed when he saw the look I gave him as I sang. Santana quickly pushed me aside and started dancing in front of all the guys, taking my spot and leading the group, but mostly distracting them from focusing on the performance. Sometimes it was a good thing we were an all guys group. I swear, the testosterone running through these guys is ridiculous.

(Sebastian and Santana)

Oh oh oh my lucky strike
Oh oh oh my lucky strike
Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million, my lucky strike

(Santana)

Stuck in her elevator, she take me to the sky
And I don't wanna go down, go down
She said I'll feel you later, go ahead and fantasize
She make me want her right now right now

Santana grabbed Brittany by the hand and spun her into the center of a circle that the guys had formed. Brittany took off her coat and threw it at Jeff before dancing with Santana.

(Brittany)

And I can't wait another minute
I can't take the look she's giving
Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million
My lucky strike

Got me so high, and then she dropped me
But she got me, she got me, she got me bad
Took me inside and then she rocked me
She keep me up all night, this is what it sounds like

Oh oh oh my lucky strike
Oh oh oh my lucky strike
Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million, my lucky strike

Santana and Brittany laughed and walked back over to where Blaine was standing as the Warblers got into formation once again and continued the performance.

(Sebastian)

Hey, you're taking all my pain away
You're shaking like an earthquake
Hey, you're taking all my pain away
You're shaking like an earthquake

Got me so high, and then she dropped me
But she got me, she got me, she got me bad
Took me inside and then she rocked me
She keep me up all night, this is what it sounds like

Oh oh oh my lucky strike
Oh oh oh my lucky strike
Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million, my lucky strike
My lucky strike, my lucky strike

Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million

"So, what did you think?" I said in between breaths when the performance was finished.

"I have to admit, you even got my lady parts tingling. Adam Levine suites you nicely." Santana said smirking. "I would say that I was scared that the New Directions might lose to you in Los Angeles, but we got Britt's here who can dance circles around any of you." Santana looked confident, but a slight falter in her look told me that she was thinking exactly what I was thinking. The Warblers were good. Great, really… which meant one thing for the New Directions. Trouble. "Boys, it's good to see you again." She said looking past me and at the Warblers. I guess that was an open invitation because the guys all surrounded Santana and Brittany, talking all at once and not really making sense as to what they were saying. I guess it wasn't the guys to blame after all; Santana and Brittany knew how to tempt a man, and they were good at it. Still… the fascination that the Warblers had with these two girls in particular was slightly odd.

Hunter pulled me by the arm so that we weren't in the group. "Do you think it worked?" He whispered into my ear.

"Of course it did. We've practiced that number to perfection, and I'm sure the warning message was received loud and clear." I bumped fists with him, celebrating that my plan actually worked out.

See, I'm a master genius if you will. I purposely told Santana to come to my game, knowing that she would come early to spy on us. The number we prepared was to intimidate them, and as much as Santana liked to talk big, I knew she knew. And, as an added bonus, my genius scheming also meant seeing Blaine.

"Maybe doing a Maroon 5 number at Nationals is a good idea. That should be your solo." Hunter suggested. I smiled and agreed before turning my head and eyeing Blaine. It's not that Hunter wasn't fun, but I needed me some Blaine. I made my way around the group towards Blaine who was leaning against the wall with his hands behind his back.

"I wasn't expecting to see you so soon." I said smiling and placing my hands in my pocket as I walked over to him. "It's a nice surprise." I said, pretending I didn't want to kiss him. For some reason, we always wanted the other person to initiate, and basically admit to needing the other. Usually I caved in first.

"Aren't I an awesome boyfriend?" Blaine said innocently. I took one hand out of my pocket and used it to lean against the wall and effectively towered over him. Blaine smiled as he looked up at me with his eyes. Using my finger I lifted his chin to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Blaine pulled away after a moment of our lips lingering on each other's and let out a small laugh. "I'm glad to know I've been missed." He said winking at me. He craned his neck to kiss me again, but this time the guys' attention was on us. All at once, everyone started oohing in the background and even Brittany and Santana joined in. Blaine turned instantly red but I just shook my head and smirked at them.

"Thanks guys." I muttered, only slightly irritated that they lost me the opportunity to have those soft lips on mine. I gave Blaine an apologetic look, not that I had to; he already knew exactly how the guys were.

"Well, I'll be taking this one with me." Santana said making her way over to where Blaine and I were. "Will I be seeing you boys at the game later?" She said turning her body around and walking backwards.

"You're going?" Nick asked slightly too enthusiastically. "We'll go." He said, getting everyone else to also agree.

"Then we'll see you later then." Britt grabbed my hand and started dragging me towards the door.

"He's not even straight." I heard Jeff practically whine from behind me. I turned around and Jeff seemed surprised that I had heard him.

"Jealousy killed the cat, Jeff." I said smirking at him.

"I thought it was curiosity…" Hunter said raising an eyebrow.

"I'll see you after the game?" I asked as we walked towards the field hand in hand with Santana and Brittany strolling behind us.

"Of course. What are your plans for tonight?" He asked wrapping his arm around my waist. "I hope one of the plans involves me." Sebastian smiled brightly. Something about him today radiated happiness, and to be honest it was infectious. He stole a quick kiss when he saw my eyes were on him.

"I can figure something out." I said teasingly. "I'll make you a deal." I stopped him by placing a hand on his chest right before we reached his team. I craned my neck so that I could whisper in his ear. "For each goal you make, we'll go at it." By leaving it open ended, I knew Sebastian would go crazy thinking about it.

"Wha…." Sebastian said but was dragged away by a team member telling him that he needs to have his entire head in the game if they wanted to win. Apparently the team they were facing were one of the best in the state. Sebastian eyes went wide as soon as I told him the deal, and even in the midst of getting told to focus, his eyes continually stole glances in my direction. I laughed at the situation before I met up with Santana and Brittany to take a seat. Suddenly I felt bad… maybe distracting him wasn't the best thing to do during a game.

"Santana! Brittany! Blaine!" Jeff and Nick called from the bleachers. They stood up and waved, and all the other Warblers waved as well when they saw where Jeff and Nick were looking.

"What's up guys?" Brittany said bumping fists with all of them. "Where are the cheerleaders?"

"We don't have a cheerleading team, and the cheerleading team at our sister school sucks so we don't even invite them." Thad said nonchalantly.

Brittany and Santana looked at each other and shared an apparently telepathic message before turning their attention back to the Warblers, both with the same smile. "Nick, Jeff. Come with us." Santana said standing up. Nick and Jeff looked at each other before hurriedly standing up and practically trampling over everyone to catch up with the girls who were already walking down the stairs. Everyone knew Santana and Brittany were dating… it was kind of sad to see them still try so hard even though they knew they stood no chance.

I looked to see that my phone had a new text message and when I saw who had texted me, I looked up to see that Sebastian was stretching but he had his phone in his hand.

That's not even fair… you can't expect me to play well now that I'm curious and worked up… -Sebastian

Excuses! I'm just trying to do what the song said and be your motivator ;) The song was super hot, I have to admit… it was definitely a turn on. –Blaine

You're mean. –Sebastian

Come with me. –Sebastian

Sebastian was talking to his coach and whatever he was saying clearly wasn't pleasing him because the coach looked irritated as hell. Sebastian shook his coaches hand before turning around and quickly making his way towards the doors that led to the gymnasium.

"Where did Sebastian go?" Thad asked.

"I'll be right back." I told the guys before standing up and making my way to Sebastian. I quickly looked back up and saw the look that most of the guys were giving me. Clearly their minds were in the gutter, but I honestly think Sebastian is nervous about the game and wants to talk. Why did the guys always assume Sebastian and I had quickies whenever we left them for a few minutes?

I opened the gymnasium doors to find Sebastian was standing there waiting for me. "What's up? Are you okay?"

Sebastian grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss, his tongue swiping my lips and begging for entrance, to which I happily complied. If there was one thing I would never complain about Sebastian was his ability to kiss. The way he kissed me always sent me over the edge, and he knew that probably a little too well; he knew that when he kissed me like this out of nowhere it always took me a while to start thinking straight again. Sebastian's hands were working their way down my lower back until they found what they were looking for. Sebastian seemed to try to grab my ass anytime he could.

By the time the kiss was over, I was overly flustered and my lips were swollen. I wasn't sure if it was because of the lack of oxygen or the rush of endorphins, but thinking straight was the last think I could do. "What was that for?" I asked, a smile on my face.

"Making up for being interrupted by the guys earlier." He said wrapping his arm around me and starting to walk outside. "And to even the score." Sebastian said winking at me.

"You're coach probably isn't too pleased that you left again."

"Nope. But I told him that I was feeling a little down and needed to find my inspiration if I wanted to play at my best… the deal was I promised to win the game if he'd let me go."

"So you're saying I'm your inspiration to win?" I said nudging him.

"No, I'm just really horny." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"Screw you." I said pushing him away and glaring at him. "Are you going to live up to your word and win the game? Seeing as you didn't get your inspiration." Sebastian turned around to look at me but continued walking backwards.

"Are you going to live up to yours?" He said smirking at me. "And I did find my inspiration." Sebastian leaned his head as if he was trying to look at my butt, again. "Just thinking about how many times I'm going to hear you scream my name tonight is enough to make me win a war." Sebastian winked at me before turning around and running ahead to meet with his team who were huddled together, getting ready for the game.

Before I could even process what he had just said I was distracted by the voices coming from behind me. "The Calvary has arrived." I turned around to see Santana and Brittany walking with a few girls who seemed familiar. "Nick and Jeff should be back soon with the uniforms. You seem worked up." She said raising an eyebrow, and saying it more of like an accusation than a concerned statement.

"What do you mean? I'm fine. What uniforms? Are you guys performing?" I asked.

"Some of the cheerios will be joining us in cheering on the Warblers." Brittany said. Behind Brittany I could see Nick and Jeff came running towards us.

"The Warblers?" Did Brittany think the Warblers made up the members of every club or team here at Dalton? Well, I guess it makes sense she would think that. It seemed like only glee club members composed any other club or team on campus. "You guys are going to cheer for a team that isn't McKinley? Won't Sue be mad?"

"That's why she won't find out." Santana said rolling her eyes as if it was obvious. "Besides, I haven't been inside a uniform in so long. It'll be fun."

"We'll need these back though, the cheerleading team over there is kind of pissed we have a different cheerleading team cheering for us." Nick said as he handed them over to Santana.

"Thanks Nick." Santana put on a sweet smile before kissing his cheek and signaling the girls to follow.

"I went too!" Jeff said, but the girls were already making their way to change. "Why don't I get a kiss?" Jeff said like a grumpy child.

"Maybe next time." I said putting my arm over his shoulder and pulling him along with me, though his eyes never turned to face where we were walking; he was too distracted staring at the girls.

We made our way back to our seats as the game began. The Warblers and I were the loudest ones, cheering and hollering anytime a successful play was made, and booing when the other team had the ball. I looked over to see the girls making their way over to the field. They all stood by the sidelines, and in unison began cheering. The guys must not have been aware of what was going on because when they heard the noise from the cheerleaders, they turned their attention to the girls and their jaws almost hit the floor.

The game had been intense throughout, each team scoring after the other and constantly tying it up until the final goal.

Five. Five goals. Including the winning goal. Sebastian has always been an amazing lacrosse player, but never had he played as well as he did today. Of all the games to play so well… seriously?

When the game was over, we made our way down to the Cheerios. "Guys! That was awesome, we've literally never felt so much school spirit from anyone whose come to see our games until today! You guys should come more often!"

"Thank you, thank you." Brittany said bowing. "We try."

The Warblers were too busy being distracted by the Cheerios so I made my way over to Sebastian. When I got closer, I saw that Sebastian was being carried by some of his team members. I decided to wait back for a little so that Sebastian could enjoy his very much-deserved praise. When the crowd had settled down a bit, I started making my way over to Sebastian.

"Hey." Sebastian said with a bright smile on his face. Sebastian sat on the floor holding himself up with his hands and extending his legs, looking proud but tired; he took off his shirt before falling backwards. From the way he was still panting and the constant rising and falling of his chest, I could tell that Sebastian was exhausted. "How did I do?" He asked looking right at me.

"Are you kidding?" I said as I squatted down. "You were incredible." Sebastian pushed himself up so that he was on his elbows. He inclined his head and puckered his lips so that I could kiss him; I placed a quick kiss on his lips before helping him to his feet.

"I would hug you but I'm kind of sweaty." He said flipping his damp hair. "Let me take a quick shower and then we can do whatever?" Sebastian collected all his stuff and waited for my response.

"Let's go back to my place." I said holding his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot so that we could take his car. "We can take a shower there. I think after a long game you wouldn't want to do much." I internally laughed when Sebastian's attention peaked when he heard me saw 'we' rather than 'you'. I wasn't sure if it was because of the way he sang Lucky Strike or if it was because of the way he dominated the field, but everything about Sebastian was turning me on and it was impossible to resist. The disheveled look he had after the game, the pride he felt for winning the game for his team, the sweat that made his skin shine, the way I knew he was singing the song for me, the playful look in his eyes…

I shuddered, feeling myself getting worked up just thinking about everything that I loved about Sebastian. However, it didn't go unnoticed, and Sebastian's arrogance came out to play. "You know I'm keeping you to your word right? I scored 5 times, which means I get to score with you 5 times tonight." Not that it didn't sound fun and all, but I didn't think I would be able to handle it. I thought he would score maybe once or twice, three times at most, but never 5. "Does the fact that I made the winning goal count for anything special?"

"What, sex with me isn't special enough?" I said letting go of him and crossing my arms.

"You know what I mean." He said poking my ribs and tickling me until I gave in. He pulled me in for another kiss before slapping my ass as I made my way around the car. "Do we even have enough condoms left?" He asked as we got into the car. Sebastian was being way too much of a… well, a teenage boy, really.

"Sebastian… I don't think I'll make it if you actually want to do it that many times…" This was such an awkward conversation to have. Saying I was embarrassed wouldn't even come close to how I felt.

"But I tried my best today for you." Sebastian said pouting. "You can't let me down like that." Sebastian rarely ever used the pity card, yet it seemed like he would spare no expense to get what he wanted tonight.

"Are you serious?" I said taking a glance at him to see if he was kidding or not before focusing back on the road. "You're really about to try and sucker me into it?"

"I'm just saying that I never mentioned anything about a deal, you did." Sebastian said as he pushed the button to recline his seat all the way down. Sebastian stretched and groaned before closing his eyes. "So much for being a man of your word." I looked over at him to see if he was actually upset but he had a smile on his face and his eyes closed. The drive back to my place wasn't long, but Sebastian had managed to fall asleep. When I parked the car in my driveway I was happy to see that no one was there, not that I expected them to be anyways; my parents were visiting some old friends and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

I was going to shake Sebastian awake, but something rang in my head. 'So much for being a man of your word.' My honor was questioned, and I couldn't let Sebastian win. As quietly as I could, I climbed on top of Sebastian, which was a struggle seeing as we were inside the car. Luckily he never put a shirt back on before we left so it made it a little easier for me. I leaned down to place a kiss on his lips but he still didn't budge. It wasn't until he felt my hands making their way under his waistband did he smile, but he didn't open his eyes, pretending he was still asleep. "What did you say before about me not being a man of my word?" I whispered in his ear. I could feel him getting hard as I moved my body to grind against him. Sebastian opened his eyes and ripped off my shirt before pulling me into a passionate kiss and bringing me down on top of him. Before I could even blink Sebastian had already dropped his shorts and was working on unbuttoning my pants, a smile on his face that practically stretched from ear to ear.

"Do you want to eat anything first?" Blaine called when we walked inside his house.

"Do you mind if I take a bath first. My muscles are kind of tense after that." I rotated my shoulder, feeling a little bit of pain as I did. It didn't matter though; I was on cloud nine right now. Waking up to Blaine on top of me because he wanted to have sex has always been one of the top fantasies of mine, and it had just come true. Something about Blaine was different today, not in a bad way, in a good way. "Care to join?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to make you dinner so it's ready by the time you finish taking a bath?" Blaine asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"No. Tonight I don't want to spend a minute without you." Corny, but I it was the truth. I wanted to be with Blaine every second. As long as I could see him and he was with me, I didn't need anything else. I extended my hand towards Blaine, waiting for him to come with me. Blaine nervously laughed while shaking his head and looked at the ground before walking up the steps to meet me.

Blaine and I quickly changed and went into the bathroom. The best part of his room was that there was a huge bathtub in his private bathroom so it was perfect for a hot bath. I started the water and when it was almost full I stepped inside. "Wait." Blaine said grabbing my hand. "I want to be the one holding you this time." He took his position in the tub and spread his legs so that I could rest against him. I placed his head against my chest before throwing water on my face, splashing his face as well.

"Hey!" He said laughing and wiping his eyes. I sunk into the water and stayed underwater for a few seconds before emerging and shaking my head violently in order to splash everything around me. "Oh yeah?" He said smiling and grabbing my sides.

"Are you sure you want to start this?" I asked smiling and threatening to splash him again.

"Maybe not." Blaine quickly went under water and came back up, wiping as much water out of his hairs and ruffling it.

"Nice look." I said nodding my head in approval. I sat in between his legs and Blaine moved his hands to my shoulders so that he could massage me. His hands were rubbing my shoulders with light pressure, and I could feel a few knots as Blaine worked to get them out. "This feels amazing." I said letting out a small sigh. "Those hands of yours are magic." Blaine laughed and placed a kiss on my back. He began leaving a trail of kisses starting from my neck and making his way to my shoulder. "Blaine." I breathed out. "You know where this is going to end if you continue." I said holding his hand underwater.

"That's why I'm not stopping." The smile on his face was evident in his voice, but I could also feel his lips curving into a smile on my back. I quickly repositioned myself so that I was facing him and leaned forward to take him into a kiss.

"Two fantasies in one day?" I asked more to myself than to him.

"What?" He asked as I moved my mouth to suck on a tender part of his neck that made him almost always buck his hips.

"Nothing." I said taking one of his nipples in my mouth and sucking lightly. Blaine was using one hand to run his fingers through my hair while the other one caressed my back, his fingers ghosting up and down my spine. "I don't think I can wait much longer." I admitted. There was nothing more that I wanted than to be inside him right now, and the way his hands were touching my body only worked me up that much more.

"Who's stopping you?" Blaine brought me down for a kiss, bringing us both underwater but our lips never parting.

My ankle hadn't been bothering me until right now. I knew I was stupid for pretending I wasn't hurt and participating at rehearsal today, but if we wanted to win Nationals I had to give my all. I started making my way downstairs ahead of Sebastian to see what we had to make. I was pretty much drained after… well, Sebastian, and all I wanted was a massive amount of food in front of me.

"What do you think about tacos?" I asked when I heard Sebastian making his way into the kitchen.

"Sounds good to me." Sebastian said wrapping his arms around me and hugging me from behind, placing his chin on my shoulder and resting his head against mine. "What do you need me to do?"

"Want to prepare the toppings and I'll work on the meat."

"Yeah you will." He said laughing. Of course. I rolled my eyes but let him have his fun. I started walking to the fridge but was stopped by his hands grabbing my arm. "You're limping." He said, a look of worry crossing his face. "Is it your ankle? Is it still hurt?"

"No." I lied, kissing him quickly and focusing back on preparing the food.

"You're lying." He said pulling me by the hand and sitting me down. Sebastian squatted so that he could look at my ankle, touching it gently and holding it as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. "It's more bruised than yesterday, was it bothering you today?"

"Not until right now. It didn't even bother me in rehearsal today." Word vomit.

"Blaine!" He said letting go of my ankle and standing up. "I told you not to dance with your ankle hurt, it might make things worse. I don't want you getting any more hurt." Sebastian shook his head before opening the cabinet and pulling out some painkillers. "Take these." He said handing me two pills and pouring me a glass of water. "You should really listen to me more often." He said as a matter-of-factly. He walked out of the kitchen and came back with a pillow. "Put your ankle up and rest, I'll make dinner." He said putting the pillow on the chair next to me and lifting my ankle. "Do you think you need ice?"

"Sebastian, I'm fine. Let me make dinner, you're exhausted after rehearsal and the game. The least I could do is make my boyfriend dinner."

"Nonsense." Sebastian said shrugging. "You already do so much for me. There's no need for you to be on your hurt ankle at all, I'll take care of dinner, don't worry about it." I sighed, but instead of arguing with him I rested my head against my hand and watched him work. "What kind of tacos do you want?"

"Beef tacos sound pretty good." Sebastian nodded and took out the red meat from the freezer. "Why don't you give me the tomatoes and I'll start cutting those. I don't need to be standing to do that." Sebastian agreed and brought over a cutting board and a knife along with tomatoes.

Sebastian walked over to the iHome to place his iPod in. Of all the songs to play, I wasn't sure why I didn't expect this song to be the one he chose.

(Blaine)

Like the legend of the phoenix
All ends with beginnings
What keeps the planet spinning
The force of love beginning

(Sebastian)

We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars

She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky

We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky

(Blaine)

We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky

The present has no ribbon
Your gift keeps on giving,
What is this I'm feeling?
If you wanna leave I'm ready

(Sebastian)

We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars

She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky

We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky

(Blaine)

We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky

(Sebastian and Blaine)

We've (we're up all night to get lucky)
Come too far (we're up all night to get lucky)
To give up (we're up all night to get lucky)
Who we are (we're up all night to get lucky)
So let's (we're up all night to get lucky)
Raise the bar (we're up all night to get lucky)
And our cups (we're up all night to get lucky)
To the stars (we're up all night to get lucky)

She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky

We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky

We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky

We each had who knows how many tacos before we were on the verge of exploding. Since it was still rather warm and the stars were out, we thought it would be a good idea to sit outside on the hammock to just relax. We were sitting in a comfortable silence staring at the stars, his arm around me and my leg in between his. "I have to tell you something."

My heart instantly started racing, because for some reason my mind always went to the dark place and I thought of the worst. What could he possible have to tell me that he would start of by saying that?

I repositioned myself so that I was resting my chin against his chest, looking directly at him. Sebastian didn't look away from the sky, but I knew he knew I was listening whenever he was ready.

"I saw my father yesterday." Sebastian said nonchalantly. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "He's at a rehabilitation center in Westerville."

"What?" I said furrowing my eyebrows. That was the first thing I had heard about his father being at a rehab center.

"He's being treated for alcoholism and anger management." Sebastian tensed slightly before speaking again. This time, his eyes were focused on me. "He… He confessed to the police that he abused me and instead of prison he was sentenced to mandatory rehab until the judge deans him capable of being around me."

"Sebastian, I'm so sorry." I said, not really knowing what to say to him after what he just told me. I was happy that Sebastian's father was getting the help he needed, and it was kind of a surprise to find out that his father confessed to beating his son.

"Don't be." He said shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know when's the next time I'll see him but I'm okay. I'm glad he's getting help."

"What do you mean you don't know when you'll see him?"

"His sentence doesn't have an end date. Like I said, it's up to the judge to decide when he thinks my father can have any form of contact with me again. It could be tomorrow, it could be in a year."

"Are you okay with that?"

"I don't know." Sebastian said turning his attention back to the stars. "Want to know something weird? He loves music."

"What?" I said raising an eyebrow, not trying to hide my surprise at all.

"Yeah, he has a guitar and he told me that when he was my age his passion was music. Isn't that crazy? 17 years and I've never known that about my own father. It was a lot more awkward than I had anticipated to say the least. I even sang to him. Oh yeah, he was in a band too."

I smiled at him before speaking, knowing well that Sebastian best expressed himself through song. "What did you sing?" Even if it was small things, having Sebastian be comfortable enough to freely talk about his father made me feel better about everything.

"I… will you be one hundred percent honest with me if I ask you something?" I nodded my head and waited for him to continue. "I… I sang not ready to make nice, and I meant every word I sang to him. I… I told him that I needed time if him and I were going to be in each other's lives again. Deep inside I still hate him for what he did, and even though he's trying, I still don't have it in me to just forgive and forget… does that… does that make me a bad person? A bad son?" I knew the song, and knowing the lyrics told me exactly how Sebastian felt. It made me realize just how big of a deal seeing his father was. It also made me realize that even though Sebastian never showed it, he probably still hurt inside every day.

"Sebastian." I said, his eyes still not looking at me. I grabbed his face and turned his head to look at me. "Listen to me, you're not a bad person, and you're definitely not a bad son. What you went through is personal and it'll probably leave a mark on you that will be with you forever… it isn't something you can just forget. I don't think it makes you a bad person for hating him, right now at least. You have the right to be angry… you have the right to be upset. It'll take time, but I know you'll get there. Be patient with yourself above everything and it'll all fall into place."

"Thank you." He said kissing my forehead. "I knew you would have the words to soothe the soul." He said smiling at me. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you until right now that I saw my father."

"Don't be." I said kissing his lips. "You have no reason to apologize." I repositioned myself so that I was on top of Sebastian, my lips hovering inches away from his.

"What is this? Pity sex?" He asked smirking.

"No you asshole." I said punching his arm. "It's distraction sex." I took my shirt off and threw it on the ground before taking his shirt off and bringing his lips to mine and using my tongue to explore his mouth.

"Well it's working." He said laughing and unbuttoning my pants. "Are you really trying to do this again? I have to say I didn't think you'd live up to your word."

"That's where you were mistaken." I said, my hands travelling all over his body and my mouth working it's way to his neck. I roughly bit down on his neck, making him moan lightly before he flipped me over onto my back.

Unfortunately, the hammock wasn't having it and we ended up falling onto the floor. Sebastian laughed as he towered over me, scratching his head nervously. "My bad." He said resting his forehead against mine, the smile never leaving his lips. "Where were we?" Sebastian's hand quickly made it's way under my waistband and his hand was around my member. "Oh that's right." He said ripping off my pants; he placed kisses on my stomach, making his way down while his fingers made their way into my mouth.

"What if someone see's us?" I said, trying my best to stop him. No use. When his talented mouth went down on me, I never saw clearly, and right now, there was no way I was going to stop him. "Sebastian!" I moaned out, slightly louder than intended, causing him to chuckle before bobbing his head again. Sebastian's mouth left my member, making me practically whine. It's a conditioned reaction, I swear. Sebastian reached for his pants and pulled out a condom; leave it to Sebastian to come prepared.

I was lying on the couch, my head resting on Blaine's lap when I felt a phone vibrating. Blaine picked the phone up and quickly answered it. "Hello?"

I couldn't make out what was being said, but whoever was on the other line was loud enough that I could make out that they were angry. "I'm sorry! I completely forgot to tell you, don't be mad. I'll make it up to you I promise... Yeah, he's here… No, I don't think so, I think he's staying here… Alright, sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow. You're coming still, right?... Okay, see you then. Good night."

"Who was that?" I asked when he was off the phone. "And where is she coming tomorrow?"

"Santana. I forgot to tell her I was leaving with you before we left so she was calling me over and over again but I guess I must not have noticed." I wonder why. "And shopping." I nodded my head before turning my attention back to the TV.

"Hey, did I tell you I'm no longer going to NYU for premed?" I asked turning my head away from the TV to look at him.

"What? Why? To what?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows furrowed in what was probably confusion.

"I'm getting a degree in music." I wasn't sure why, but I was nervous to how Blaine would react. "You aren't mad are you? I know you worked so hard to get me into the premedical program and I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful and just throwing it away. The only reason I have the option of switching is because you got me in originally."

"Of course I'm not mad! That's amazing! I'm so proud of you, Bas. You're sure music is what you want to pursue?"

"Yeah." I said, more to reassure myself than him. "I want to write music. I want to be on the radio and I want to travel the world playing my songs. Wouldn't that be amazing?" Blaine smiled at me as he ran his fingers through my hair. "You don't think I'm too pretentious? I don't really know how successful or talented I am as an individual artist, I've always performed in a group."

"You're not too pretentious and you are talented as an individual artist, I've told you that before. That's amazing Sebastian, it really is. I'm so happy that you're following your dreams. I can't wait until a few years down the road I hear your voice on the radio and I'll be able to say 'that's my boyfriend.' and it'll actually be true." Blaine's eyes suddenly grew wide and he quickly got up from his seat, making my head plop onto the cushion.

"You're so weird." I called out to him. Blaine walked back into the living room with an envelope in his hand a blank expression on his face. "B? What's wrong?" I asked sitting up.

"This… my NYADA letter came in." Blaine was reacting kind of strange for receiving his first college letter.

"What?! What does it say?" I said standing up, anxiously awaiting his response.

"I can't open this, Seb." Blaine said looking at the letter and back up at me, his eyes slightly watery. "What if I don't get an audition? What if Carmen Tibideaux doesn't think I have what it takes? This letter is about to decide the rest of my future… Sebastian, I didn't apply to any other school, if I don't get in… what am I supposed to do?"

"Hey, hey. Listen to me." I said cupping his face and smiling reassuringly at him. "You will get in. I promise."

"Sebastian, be realistic. Thousands of kids who are equally as talented if not more talented than me applied. I know you're being nice by saying I'll get in, but be honest… you know there's a chance I might not get in." I have never seen Blaine so torn over something. Blaine was always confident, yet right now he was lacking it.

"Are you crazy? You're the most talented person this state has ever seen, and if Kurt Hummel was good enough to get in, then you sure as hell are! We'll deal with whatever obstacle comes our way, but don't stress yourself out over nothing."

"Will you open it?" Blaine asked handing me the letter.

"No." I said shaking my head. "You have no idea how amazing it felt when I read I was accepted into NYU. It's your first college letter, you should open it. B, this isn't the boyfriend I'm used to. My boyfriend is confident. He's never been afraid of a challenge and he always faces whatever comes his way head on. He's always believed in himself, obviously not as much as I believe in him."

Blaine looked directly at me, but instead of continuing to convince him, I let my smile do the talking. I was sure Blaine would get in, I just needed him to take the first step and open the letter. He took a deep breath before opening the letter. A few seconds later and tears were streaming down his face. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell if it was because he was happy or if it was because he was upset.

"I have an audition." He said, a smile making it's way to his lips, his eyes immediately becoming brighter to the point where it was almost beaming. "I have an audition!" Blaine practically yelled as he jumped into me, almost taking me down. Blaine's arms were wrapped around my neck, squeezing me harder than I had felt in a long while, but not with as much love as I was holding him with. It was evident how happy he was about this, and he had all the right to be.

"See! I told you! You were worrying about nothing!" Blaine let go of me but brought my neck down for a kiss. "Congratulations, B. You're already one foot in the door."

"Thank you." Blaine said grabbing my hand. "For telling me the exact words I needed to hear. I probably wouldn't have been able to open it if you weren't here with me." Blaine shut off the light of the living room before dragging me behind him.

"Bed time already?" I asked raising an eyebrow. After finding out such amazing news I would want to stay up and celebrate.

"Round 4." Was all that Blaine said, but I knew exactly what he meant. I picked up the pace so that I was ahead of him, pulling him behind me so that we could reach his room faster. Celebratory sex was the best, right after make up sex that is.

I woke up to Sebastian gently shaking me and whispering my name. "Mmm, Sebastian what is it? I'm trying to sleep." I said rubbing my eyes, my voice coming out husky.

"It's your fault I'm awake." Sebastian said sighing.

"What did I do?" I said rolling over to face him.

"I had a dream about you, and now look." Sebastian turned on the light and pulled off the cover to reveal a full on boner. I couldn't help but laugh at his predicament. "You should have seen the things you were doing to me in my dreams. I was thinking, you know, maybe we could, uh, make them come true?"

I looked at my phone to see that it was three in the morning. "Seriously, Bas? It's 3am and I'm exhausted. I can barely move from how sore I am and you want to do it again? I need a break, for maybe a week or so. How can you possibly still be up for more?"

"A week?" Sebastian said sitting up. "You can't do that! You were the one who made the deal, you can't make me suffer for you poor decisions." Looks like someone couldn't take a joke. It was funny seeing his reaction to not being able to have sex with me though, flattering really.

"Poor decisions? I was trying to make you happy." I said turning to face away from him. I had literally been screwed four times, and I wasn't even sure how my body was still functioning after what Sebastian put me through, not that I didn't enjoy every second of it. Now however, hours after the adrenaline has subsided, my body was in a world of hurt.

"And you did." He said sneaking his arm under mine and around my stomach. Sebastian pulled me in closer and craned his neck to try and see my face. "I'm just saying that you said five, and it's only been four. One more and you can say you lived up to your word."

"Sebastian." I groaned.

"Fine." He said, letting go of me and shutting off the lights. Sebastian sighed loudly before ripping off the blankets from me and scooting as far away from me as he could.

"Is this a joke right now? You're seriously going to act like a little kid because I wouldn't give it up on the fifth time around?"

"Maybe?" Sebastian said turning his head and putting on a pout.

"Whatever, then be a brat." I said turning off the light and not covering myself with a blanket. I was only being grumpy because of the perfectly good sleep I was missing out on.

"I was kidding." Sebastian said apologetically as he pulled me into his chest. "You're not mad are you?" He said when I didn't respond.

"Maybe." I responded.

"Forgive me?" Sebastian asked as he placed small kisses on the back of my neck and on my shoulder. "What can I do to make it up to you?" Sebastian intertwined his fingers with mine and rocked his hips slightly, enough so that I could feel his member against me. "Say something. What do I have to do for you to not be upset with me?" Sebastian moved his talented mouth to place wet kisses on my neck.

"Hmmm… I don't know." I said moving my butt so that there was more friction, making Sebastian get harder. "Let's see where it takes us and maybe I'll put it behind us."

"Whatever you say." Sebastian turned me over so that he could bring me in for a kiss, our lips lingering on each other's. This wasn't like earlier where it was mostly hormone driven, rough, and passionate. He was being gentle, kind, caring. "I told you the fifth one would be special since it was the winning goal, right?" Sebastian's fingers ghosted over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine and fully waking me up. I could feel myself getting harder as Sebastian lightly moved his clothed member over mine. "Are you still mad?" He whispered into my ears, his lips lightly grazing over my skin before sucking gently on my earlobe.

"Furious." I said roughly flipping him over and pinning him down, ripping off our clothes for the hundredth time today. "You're lucky I love you." I said pinning him down again and sucking on his bottom lip.

"I must admit, I do have a pretty good boyfriend."

"Yeah, one whose willing to live up to his word, even though everyone in glee club is going to make fun of him tomorrow."

"For what?" He asked, stretching his neck to kiss me again.

"It'll be a miracle if I'm not walking funny tomorrow." I was serious, but when Sebastian and I made eye contact we both started hysterically laughing.

"Then let's stay home tomorrow. I'll take care of you." He said flipping me over again so that he was towering above me. "But right now, I'm going to destroy you."

"Sebastian!" I said punching his arm. "That's really not romantic." I said trying to hold back a laugh.

"Sorry." He said winking at me. Before I could say anything else, Sebastian's tongue was already working it's magic and I knew there was no point in me trying to stop it anymore.

I woke up to my alarm (that I had still set hoping that I would somehow manage to get up for class), but my body was, as expected, in a world of pain. I couldn't even sit up from how sore my muscles were.

Like I said, Sebastian's lucky I love him.

But I was also lucky that he loved me.