A/N: JUST A QUICK NOTE SO YOU AREN'T CONFUSED, SEBASTIAN WAS LYING WHEN HE SAD HE HAD NO RELATIVES IN FRANCE!

Chapter 2

There was a soft knocking on the door as Sebastian Smythe leapt to his feet. He had serious doubts if the other boy had shown up. The person knocking at his front door could be anybody; it could even be Kurt for all he knew. He began trotting over the front door. Fortunately the door was made of mostly glass, so he had a clear view of his father standing out in the chilly fall air. Michael Smythe waved at his son, and signaled he had forgotten his keys. i Typical. I can't expect anything exciting to happen just yet, I guess./i he thought. He unlocked the front door and opened it wide and held out his arm to welcome his father home.

"Hey, dad, nice to see you. How was work?" The younger brunette asked the blonde-haired man in front of him.

"Eh, it could have been better. I hadn't remembered to grab my house keys before I left. Didn't come to mind." The blonde said, walking past his son without so much as giving him a welcoming smile. Michael had always avoided eye contact with his son after he had decided to come out of the closet. Sebastian paid it no heed, it was daily routine. His father no longer cared, and his mother was still in Paris, so he had the ability to do whatever he felt like. He watched as his father waltzed up the stairs in a limping matter. Sebastian frowned. His dad was a lawyer, how could he have become injured? Sebastian didn't really care about his dad's injury, but he wanted to know why it had happened, so he loped up the stairs, attempting to catch up with his long-legged father.

"So… You look slightly hurt. What's a matter? Had to kick somebody's ass I suppose?" Sebastian joked, giving off his meerkat grin. His father glared over at him before untying his tie and removing his blazer.

"I wish. I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't understand." He replied rather nervously. Sebastian could see his father's discomfort.

"Of course, because being gay makes it impossible to understand anything according to you. Yup. We'll go with that." The brunette stated in a calm but annoyed manner, throwing his hands up in the air and faking a laugh, as if what he had just said amused him. "Really sweet of you, dad." Sebastian stormed off to his room. Similar situations occurred practically every night. Sebastian's father preferred to shrug it off and pretend that what Sebastian said to him had to impact upon him what so ever; although this wasn't true. He missed his old son, the way they could joke about things and have a normal conversation. He just didn't feel comfortable with his son, however. Not now. Not ever. But what he lacked telling his son was he had nearly broke his leg after getting in a fight over the rights of gay marriage. Not in a positive way, of course; He still deemed it was wrong for people of the same sex to marry. Apparently his co-workers didn't think so. He still was in denial about being homophobic, with having a gay son and all.

Sebastian fiddled with the strings on his guitar. He still wondered whether or not he could ever straighten his life out with his father hating on him; He wished he could live in Paris with his mum. After the divorce, things had never been the same. His mother loved him and wanted to keep him, but she wanted to move to Paris, and his father wouldn't have it. She choose to leave rather than put all the stress on the family, and shipping Sebastian back and forth between Paris and America wasn't exactly his idea of a grand time, either; He just wanted to be normal. Truth be told, behind the hard, flirtatious, always-get-what-he-wants persona on the outside, he still truthfully behaved like a little boy on the inside. He wanted to be treated normal, not just by his 'friends', but by his family as well. Well, his father, anyways. He got up from his place on his bed and walked over to his drawer, setting his guitar against the wall. He opened up the bottom drawer to reveal a picture of his mother; a secret he had long kept from his father. He didn't want to let his father know how much he missed his mother, he didn't want to disconnect even more form him. He stared yearningly into the picture. His mother's soft green-blue eyes were always so kind; he remembered how she had told him he would always be loved, no matter what, when he came out to her. She had always loved him no matter who he was. She had a way of steering him in the right direction. After she left however… Well, the memory was too painful for Sebastian. Visiting her every summer wasn't enough. Without her he was a delinquent, determined to make other's lives miserable in order to make his own better. At that moment his train of thought was disrupted by a buzzing drone of his vibrating phone on the top of his dresser. He carefully replaced the picture under a pile of books and shut the drawer. He stood up, shook off the emotions, and put his mask back on as he picked up the phone. He hand froze on the answer button when he saw who it was that was calling. iIt was Blaine/i. His heart quickened in his chest. He took a deep breath, and effortlessly pushed the answer button and put the phone up to his hear.

"Hey, sexy, what's up?" He said, his voice void of all emotion he had just been feeling.

"Sebastian, do you realize what you've done to my relationship…?" Blaine said rather calmly over the line.

"Somewhat, yes, but does it really matter?" He said, raising the pitch of his voice just slightly to imply he was raising his eyebrows.

"Sebastian… I don't want to lose Kurt. I think we should stop seeing each other. I've tried so hard just to be… Friends, but you just keep pushing my boundaries. And I'm done with it." Blaine said, his voice very stern.

"I'm sure you wouldn't have the same confidence to my face." Sebastian said. His voice didn't show any slight signs of it, but he could feel his emotions building up behind his well laid-out mask. "You didn't come tonight. I expected that much. But calling me wasn't necessary unless you wanted to tell me you want to be with me." He said, smirking, and even hinting the smirk in his voice.

"Look, Sebastian… I'm done, okay? I'm serious." Blaine said. Sebastian was almost positive he was going to hang up after that, but surprisingly he didn't. A silence ensued for a few seconds.

"Blaine, I know you have an attraction to me. Why won't you just admit it?" Sebastian said in a very sexually intimidating tone.

"Because I love Kurt more."

"That's not true if you're still talking to me. You just like to hear my voice, I know it. iTu m'aimes et tu le sais./i"

"iWhat?/i"

"Gee, I thought you took French back at Dalton. Or so I heard. Guess not. Well-"

"iI do not love you!/i" Blaine interrupted. He had, in fact, taken French class back at Dalton with Kurt, because Kurt had always loved speaking French.

"Ah. So you did pay attention in that class. Well, I better be off. I'll talk to you tomorrow, sexy. Goodnight." And without waiting for a reply, Sebastian removed the phone from his ear, and before hitting the 'end call' button, he heard Blaine yelling, 'i STOP CALLING ME THAT!/i'. Sebastian hung up, sighed, and set the phone back on his dresser. He walked over and sat down on his bed and laid his face in his hands. He knew his mother would not be proud of him if she only knew the kind of person he had become here in America.