Okay, you're all probably mad at me, but I have an intense updating schedule for this one, which I'll tell you more about at the bottom… So don't worry.

Blaine was confused… So confused. He felt like he wasn't in control of his life anymore. All of his friends seemed to be putting their hands all over what was supposed to be his, and Blaine… Blaine just didn't want to be touched anymore. He needed everyone to step off and give him air to breathe, to think, but they were treating him like a mental patient, never leaving his side.

"Excuse me, Mr. Greene?" Blaine raised his hand mid-lecture, "I apologize for interrupting, but may I use the restroom?" he asked, adorning the flawless speech expected of all Dalton students in the presence of an administrator. His teacher simply nodded, immediately diving back into the essential question for the welfare unit they were working on.

Blaine tried not to look too relieved as he darted out of the classroom, hall pass in hand. He just needed to get his thoughts in order… Kurt had upset him, yes? Yes. But there was truthfully no reason for him to be as distressed as he was anymore. At least… not in his eyes. He had courage. He was stronger than this…

But at the same time, it was more than just Kurt. It was him, and his dad, and all those freaking other kids who turned at him at Westerville High School... Every time Blaine got comfortable, he was thrown off of his game again, and it was getting harder to stay focused. To coin a phrase from Demi Lovato, his heart needed a break…

He loved Top 40. Deal with it.

Blaine had just turned into the bathroom, a man true to his word, when someone grabbed his wrist from behind. He whirled around to find Sebastian had a hold on him. He glared at the taller boy. "Shouldn't you still be in Civics? What could you possibly want?" he asked as bitingly as he could manage, which –fitting to his mood- was quite savagely indeed.

"You," Sebastian answered before immediately pressing his lips to Blaine's, the impact jarring. Blaine felt his head being tilted back forcefully. He put his hands up to Sebastian's wrists, fighting to get him off because no one would be coming to save him this time, but the other boy just hugged his arms down, pinning them to his sides.

"Stop," Blaine mumbled onto the other boy's mouth, but Sebastian only took it as an invitation to explore deeper into Blaine's mouth, his tongue exploring every inch, leaving Blaine completely violated. He struggled to get away, leaning backwards as much as he could, but Sebastian just followed, refusing to let up.

Blaine twisted and wreathed. With all of his might, he tried to throw Sebastian off, his arms jerking about despite the other boy's attempts to contain them and his legs putting up as much of a fight as gravity would allow. But Sebastian was everywhere. His lips were constantly atop of Blaine's and on various other parts of his face. Somehow, while he held him together, Sebastian was caressing him at the same time, nails digging into his skin occasionally. He was pressing so hard on Blaine's head that it hurt, but he couldn't break away. Sebastian was there. He was everywhere.

And Blaine gave up.

He couldn't fight anymore. He was scared, and Sebastian's kissing was rough. The other boy seemed to sense the mood change and his hands were suddenly fumbling at the buttons on his shirt and the tie around his neck. His kiss moved to his jaw, traveling down it as he spoke. "You're so mine, Blaine. Just let me own you… Just relax." His tone was commanding as it hit his skin, and Blaine felt a few stray tears slip down his cheeks. Sebastian licked them up animalistically. "So, so finally mine."

Blaine squirmed. Sebastian was touching him, and he just wanted him off… Oh gosh, someone please get him off. Once again, he found himself pulling away from the other junior, but this time Sebastian's arms wrapped around bare torso, and it stopped Blaine cold. Get him off!

The bell had rang, but Blaine was too busy trying to resist the intimacy Sebastian was trying to force on him, his face now cool from the drying spit all over it as Sebastian trailed all over his cheeks and forehead with his mouth. It felt overly practiced and angry… Blaine missed Kurt's innocence and love… Why didn't he love him anymore?

"Sebastian, get off him!" came an extremely familiar yelp, followed by a flurry of hands and arms. Blaine blinked and saw that Nick and Jeff had made it into the bathroom. Nick pushed Sebastian into the opposite corner to get him away from Blaine. He looked down to see Jeff had taken his hand, but the blonde quickly pulled away to help him button his shirt and retie his tie.

"Are you and your girlfriend here to stop me?" Sebastian questioned, and Blaine caught Nick wince as if it pained him to hear the insult, while Jeff remained completely stony faced. Nick crossed his arms.

"First, don't you ever talk about Jeff like that. Second, in answer to your question, yes, and I already have," he replied, looking beyond pissed off, making it all Blaine could do to resist jumping him with a hug. Thank you for saving me. Thank you so much…

"Yeah, and why? Jealous that I can manage to get somewhere with Blaine while you fail miserably to get with your little Queen Jeffica?" Sebastian asked, and Blaine watched as both of his friends flushed red. His stomach twisted a little bit… oh gosh, why was this still happening? Why was he still in this godforsaken bathroom? Why did he feel so exposed? Nick, meanwhile, was glowering at Sebastian.

"Jeff, leave," he instructed, not turning to look at him, but the look in his eyes softening a bit with the other boy's name. The blonde looked confused and a little hurt.

"Nick, I-"

"Leave," Nick demanded, his tone much harsher than before. Jeff was visibly upset, but Nick still had his sights set on Sebastian. "Take Blaine with you. Give him to Wes, okay? Text him and have him meet you at their dorm. He has study hall, it'll be fine." Jeff nodded somberly, and this time, Blaine took his hand, working with him to drag themselves out the door.

Blaine suddenly realized there were tears streaming down his cheeks. Gah, how long had he been crying like this? He looked at Jeff, who seemed on the brink of tears himself. "I'm so sorry he threw you out…" Jeff just laughed humorlessly.

"It's okay. I'm used to it. I'm sorry Sebastian would do that to you…" Blaine felt a new rush of emotions flood over him.

"Don't talk about it…" he said with a wince. "But seriously, dude, don't stress it." Jeff looked at the ground, cheeks heating up to an alarming shade of pink.

"Blaine, not that there's anything good about what just happened, and not like I blame you for being sad or anything, but at least someone wants you… even if you don't know it yet," he said honestly, and Blaine remembered everything he knew about the other boy's past, it similar in awfulness to his own.

He squeezed Jeff's hand, always the leader, and assured him, "Well, if that's the case, then I think we're in the exact same boat," tears still streaming down his face.

Jeff paced the length of his dorm, refusing to let a single tear slip down his face because, hell no, he was not going to cry again. Nick obviously didn't want him, that's why he sent him away, and… and he didn't know why that bothered him so terribly, regardless to the fact that they were best friends, but… Ugh. He heard Nick's key fumbling for the doorknob, and he flung himself underneath the covers, closing his eyes with his head on his pillow in what he hoped was a good sleeping pose.

Nick sighed the second he got the door open. "Jeff, I know you're awake. I heard you pacing." Jeff didn't respond orally, instead just flipping over and burying his face in his pillow, hoping Nick would get the point and leave him alone. Instead, the shorter boy sat on his bed. "Now the question is why you would be pacing. Last time I checked, you only did that when you were upset… but you don't seem upset," he said a bit goofily, but Jeff refused to respond. He just wanted him to leave… A hand fell on his shoulder. "Come on, buddy. Let me in."

"Go away," he spoke into his pillow, the words muffled by his sheet. The hand was now rubbing up and down his back, and Jeff shuddered at the contact. He couldn't feel Nick's stare on him, but if he knew the boy at all, he was probably looking out the window. Nick always looked out the window when things got bad… He was pretty sure outside calmed him or something.

"I can't do that, Jeff," he said after a bit, and the blonde could practically hear the gears in his head turning. "I… I'm sorry about what Sebastian said. Just so you know, I brought him to the Headmaster. He'll probably have quite a bit to say…" Jeff stayed quiet. "Okay… so that isn't what had you riled up. If it makes it better, I hadn't thought so. You're stronger than that…" Jeff let out a huff of frustration, rolling over once again and glaring at the brunet between his bangs.

"Why did you want me to leave?" he asked, and Nick look taken aback.

"What?"

"Why did you want me to leave?" he questioned a little louder, and when Nick didn't say anything, he sat up and folded his arms around his middle self-consciously. "Did… did you think I couldn't handle it? Cause… I know I haven't been really keeping it together lately, but… Did you think I wasn't strong enough? I wasn't good enough?" This time Nick stayed quiet, and Jeff felt the tears threaten to spill over even more than before. "Why didn't… Why didn't… Why don't… Why don't you want me?" he eventually sputtered out, and Nick looked at him, alarmed.

"Jeff… I don't not want you," he responded quickly, but the words sounded forced to Jeff, and this time, he couldn't help but cry.

"I knew it… oh gosh, I knew it…" His body was shaking, and he was suddenly aware of Nick hugging him. He didn't want Nick to touch him… worthless him, but he couldn't seem to gather up the will to push him away. Not when Nick holding him really did feel just so right…

"No, I just… Jeff. I know you can handle it, and I do want you… You're my best friend. I just… I couldn't handle it." Jeff pulled away a bit an arched an eyebrow at his best friend. Nick immediately stood up, running a hand through his hair and looking completely distressed. "It's just… Jeff. Gosh, I… I couldn't take him saying all those things about you, you're… I do want you. I do. So much that I hate… I hate anyone saying stuff about you that I don't think is right, and… I don't know. I didn't want you there if that's what was going to happen."

Jeff grabbed him from the place he was standing, this time him pulling Nick into a hug. "Okay," he answered quietly, not sure what else to say. Nick squeezed him back, and Jeff felt overwhelmingly happier, especially because Nick called him his best friend and that kind of conformation was much needed.

So why didn't that feel like enough for him?

Yaaaaaaay. I like the next couple chapters. I'm updating, aside from today, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday this week. So yeah…

Chapters tend to be better when I want to write them, so if you all wouldn't mind throwing out a review… ;D I might be more inclined to do well.