Ch. 3

"Damn it!" Blaine shouted as he threw his phone onto his bed. What was he going to do? Every time he tried to turn Sebastian down, the other boy just kept pushing him. He hated being a jerk, it just wasn't him. He was supposed to deal with things properly, that's how he was raised; both his mother and father had always taught him peace was the only right way out of any situation. Including when your son tells you he's gay. He remembered that horrible night he came out of the closet; he expected his father to yell at him, but it never came. He simply nodded and left the room. They didn't speak for a few days, but neither one of them could stand to lose the other, so they continued treating each other as if the situation had never happened. But this was different; Sebastian was pursuing him, and he had no way of stopping it. He remembered the involuntary erection he had had at the coffee shop, and that only made him regret meeting this boy even more. He wasn't sure if it was the way the other brunette's eyes always twinkled in a suggestive way, or maybe if it was the way he spoke to Blaine, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that the boy was toxic and he needed to get away from him. Kurt was not returning any of his texts or calls, and his mind was an absolute wreck. He walked over and picked up the piece of paper he had stored under his mattress with Sebastian's address on it. Wasn't that kind of dangerous to give someone who hated you your address? Well, either he's totally love struck, super dumb, or he actually trusts me. Blaine concluded. He turned the paper over and over in his hands again. He hated Sebastian, but he couldn't get him out of his head. Why did he call him, anyways? He knew the only way to solve this problem was to ignore him entirely. Lecturing him only attracted him more. How did he act so calm, anyways? Blaine shook his head. It was only 9 P.M., maybe his parents would let him go for a drive..? No, he shouldn't risk it. He needed to confront Sebastian face to face with more than 5 minutes of chatting time, for that was the only way he was going to win this battle. He would have to sneak out after 11 when his parents were asleep. But somehow, he had a sinking feeling that the later it got, the more he wouldn't be able to control his actions with Sebastian. But he had to confront him, he absolutely had to. And it was a Friday night, so he wouldn't be missing any sleep. He made the decision, then; He was to leave at 11.

Meanwhile, in the Smythe household, all was as normal; Michael Smythe was already asleep, for he had to go to work early tomorrow. Thankfully, they owned a large house, and the room of Sebastian and his father were far apart, so Sebastian could still make racket while his father was sleeping. He had changed into his 'usual' sleepwear; which was pretty much naked. He preferred sleeping in nothing but his red and white flannel boxers, it made him feel better for some reason. He was standing front of the mirror, admiring his abs. He leaned over the sink and stared at himself. He was handsome, he thought, and smirked. He had taken up the act of practicing his 'sexy' looks in front of the mirror ever since he came to America. He took note that it was fairly successful, especially with Blaine. Ah, there he was, thinking of that boy again. He shook his head. He was going to get him; it was only a matter of time. He stood upright and walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light, and headed for his room. He glanced at the clock while passing it by; it was about 11:30, he probably should be getting to bed. And then he heard it; it was so faint you could hardly hear it, and if he had been more absorbed in his thoughts he probably wouldn't have. There was a soft clicking noise coming from his front door. He wasn't sure if it was a tree, or maybe a murderer or something, but was at first very hesitant to approach the door. Then he noticed the knocking became slightly louder and a little more urgent. So either he had an unexpected guest or a murderer had chosen his family as his or her next victim. He cautiously walked towards the door, and upon peering through the glass, he could have sworn his jaw fell to the ground. No, certainly not a murderer. Well, he might be, he didn't know. What he did know is the boy standing just outside his door at eleven-thirty at night was none other than Blaine Anderson. It was at that moment he remembered he wasn't exactly fully clothed; He wasn't sure he wanted to embarrass himself like that. But, hey, it would give him a chance to show off his abs. He gave off a fake yawn in an attempt to make himself look rather groggy. He sluggishly walked up to the door and opened it, just enough for him to stand in the doorway and look at Blaine's un-gelled curly hair and night clothes with a coat draped around him.

"Good very late evening, sexy. What brings you here?" He said, in his nonchalant tone, expressing boredom and grogginess on his face. He saw Blaine's eyes visibly widen and his pupils get larger. He could have sworn he also saw his mouth drape open a little bit, too. I totally have this guy by the balls. Sebastian thought.

"Stop calling me that. We need to talk. Can I.. Can I come in?" Blaine said, visibly agitated and uncomfortable with the confrontation and Sebastian's lack of clothing.

"Sure, make yourself at home. Try not to arouse yourself too much, my dad is sleeping." He said, repeating his gesture to his father from earlier, opening the door wider. Blaine chose to ignore the comment. Upon entering, Blaine could immediately take note that the Smythe's were very rich people. The house was very large, and was built practically like a mansion. Blaine's mind started trailing off as his eyes wandered around the extravagant works of art hanging all over the house. He barely registered that Sebastian had shut the door behind him.

"Pretty nice place you have here." Blaine said, eyes still wandering around.

"Yeah. I get that a lot. Why are you here? And I would make it snappy if I were you. Things might get a bit…. Messy… If you know what I mean." Sebastian stated, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Blaine glared at him, but couldn't ignore the slight twinge of his heart as he looked into Sebastian's twinkling eyes. Blaine had a feeling Sebastian was rather horny right now.

"Do we have to discuss this right here? I'd rather be sitting down so I don't punch your face in." Blaine stated, attempting to mimic Sebastian's nonchalant tone. He was fairly successful, but Sebastian could see his composure was still very cracked.

"You really should work on that more. Not very good at it, I see." Sebastian commented, smirking and then winking at Blaine. Blaine simply frowned. "Follow me." And Sebastian led Blaine up the stairs and down the hallway into his bedroom.

"No, absolutely not!" Blaine cried in a whisper. He began to back out of the room, but Sebastian grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back in.

"It's the only room in the house that the noise doesn't travel through to my father's room, and I'd rather he not know you're here." Sebastian stated simply. Blaine yanked his arm out of Sebastian's grasp and followed in with a frown permanently residing on his face. "So. You wanted to talk to me. Please, sit down." Sebastian stated, motioning for Blaine to sit on his bed.

"I think I'll stand." Blaine replied, still frowning. He surveyed the room quickly; the bed sat in the middle of the room, and the floor was virtually spotless. The carpet was a smooth, creamy white color and so were the walls. Sebastian's room was surprisingly kept very tidy, minus the books sitting crudely arranged on top of his bedside drawer. Blaine's eye barely caught it, but he saw what looked like a piece of paper underneath the stack of books. It was cropped like a small photograph.

"Excuse the mess, it's been a bit hectic this evening." Sebastian stated, ignoring Blaine's impolite refusal. He re-smoothed the covers on his bed and removed the books from the drawer, placing them on the bookshelf. He saw the piece of paper taken with the books.

"Mess…" Blaine mumbled. "The White House is probably messier…"

"What was that?" Sebastian said, turning around, eyes procured in a curious manner. He smiled and faced Blaine. "Anyways, what did you really come over for? Sex? Or to give me a piece of your mind? Whatever you'd like, I'm here for you." He said, smirking. His eyes caught Blaine's in an intensive look of insecurity all of a sudden. He loved what he could do to the boy without even really doing anything. He rested his arm on the top of the bookshelf, and simply stared into the other boy's hazel, breaking eyes.

Blaine shook his head all of a sudden. "Put a shirt on, and some pants, please." He stated, although unintentionally. He didn't want to give Sebastian a reason to think he liked him.

"Sorry, I'd rather not." He replied, illuminating that suggestive grin that Blaine hated so much. Well, he loved it, actually, which was why he hated it.

"Really? You honestly expect me to have a conversation with you when you're half naked?" Blaine nearly shouted out, failing to keep his voice down.

"Well, I could be fully naked if you'd like." Sebastian said, walking over and collapsing onto the bed with his arms propped under his head, then winking at Blaine. Blaine was furious, but he could also feel the bulge return in his pants. He tried to cross his legs over. Finally, he just sat down onto the floor.

"Alright, let's get this over with-"

"What? The sex?"

"NO!" Blaine bellowed. "Look, Sebastian, alright, I'll admit it. You turn me on. But I am entirely loyal to Kurt. And I want you to leave me alone." Blaine found himself sitting up straighter, glaring daggers at Sebastian's rather saddened eyes. Wait… Were those tears forming in his eyes? Whatever that glimpse of sadness Blaine saw was, it quickly vanished and was replaced by a decent cover-up.

"I'll say this again. He doesn't have to know. I don't mind sharing."

"I do." Blaine answered, as if it weren't already obvious. Sebastian just shrugged at this.

"It's your loss, but, ah, before you leave or I kick you out of my house, I want you to know something." Sebastian said, staring at Blaine. His look of suggestiveness had temporarily changed entirely to a look Blaine hadn't even seen on Kurt before. It was a look of nothing but pure want. "Je vous ai aimé au premier regard et honnêtement, je ne veux plus jamais vous quitter." After Sebastian stated that, Blaine could do nothing but stare. He understood some of it to understand Sebastian had said something about love, but he didn't understand enough to know exactly what he had been told. And it was then that it struck him how amazingly sexy Sebastian's voice was when he spoke French. The two boys stared at each other for a moment, and Blaine's hating gaze softened slightly. It almost as if, if only for a second, Sebastian's mask had flickered, allowing Blaine to travel just a bit deeper into the boy's past. He saw hate, abuse, and a deep sadness mixed in his gaze. "S'il vous plaît. Je ne vous le souhaitez." At this point Blaine could see the near desperation in his gaze. He only wants me. It was faint, but he could definitely hear it.

Wait, what was he thinking?

"Something wrong, Blaine?" Sebastian inquired, looking over at Blaine, who had fallen into a pit of his own thoughts. This could NOT be happening!

"Stop it, just stop it!" Blaine said, scooting farther away from the bed and leaning his back against the wall.

"I haven't even done anything to you yet."Sebastian stated, raising his eyebrows. He had rolled over on to his stomach and lay staring at Blaine, who looked like he was having a mental breakdown as he held his hair in his hands, practically ripping it out.

"Just stop! I just want to go home…" Blaine mumbled into his sleeve. Sebastian just shrugged.

"Then leave."

Blaine looked up at Sebastian, his eyes brimmed red from the outrage going on in his brain right now. That was it? He was just going to let him go?

"Come on, I'll walk you out to your car. It's almost midnight, you shouldn't really be walking out alone. Come on." Sebastian said, rolling off of the bed and standing up. Blaine just sat there, dumbfounded. Sebastian didn't seem angry; he didn't seem agitated at Blaine at all. If anything, he looked more friendly than usual. "Come on, Anderson." Sebastian commanded, holding out his hand. Blaine shook his head.

"Not until I finished what I came here for."

"Alright, spill then." Sebastian replied. Blaine frowned. Even he had forgotten what he came for. All he knew is he was extremely tired. Sebastian seemed to notice his frustration instantly. The mask went back on. "What's the matter? Forgotten already? Mmm, too seduced, I suppose." He stated, revealing his meerkat grin once more. Blaine trembled. He realized truly how tired he was then. He didn't even want to get up. He curled his legs up to his chest and closed his eyes. He just wanted to sleep it off, and tell Sebastian off in the morning. Oh crap… What is going on with me right now…? He thought. Sebastian seemed to notice his lack of energy almost immediately, as well.

"I'm too tired to argue right now." Blaine said.

"Good." Sebastian stated back. He moved over next to Blaine and sat next to him. "You look troubled."

"Because of you." Blaine replied quite groggily. He could smell the gentle scent of Sebastian's cologne on his body, which was much manlier than Kurt's. Actually, I think Kurt wears perfume… he thought.

"What did I do?" Sebastian asked, moving a bit closer to the groggy looking Blaine. It appeared as if Blaine didn't protest to this.

"You're making me cheat on my boyfriend." He stated simply as an answer.

"I'm not doing that, you're doing that."

"But you're not helping." Blaine stated, looking over at the half-naked man next to him. Sebastian put his arm around Blaine and rested their foreheads together.

"I'm definitely not." He replied softly.

Blaine had no idea what was going on. He knew exactly what was causing his drowsiness; And he instantly regretted doing what he did when he realized it. He had been developing a cold for awhile now, so he took some cough medicine before he left in order to prevent a disastrous situation of Sebastian trying to comfort him as he went into a coughing fit. Of course, he had forgotten instantly about the drowsy side affect, and just a little too much cough syrup definitely did the trick. He had forgotten he wasn't supposed to take cough syrup unless he was going straight to bed. His mind was slightly blurring, but he was conscious enough to realize what he was doing, and he didn't like it. He had not only allowed the Smythe boy to wrap his arms around himself, but had also allowed a closeness that he hadn't even had with Kurt for the most part. Sebastian was just staring at him, his green-blue eyes filled with comfort. Blaine was far too out of his mind to protest. He just wanted somebody to carry him home.

"I want to go home…" Blaine slurred. "I need to go home, now." Blaine stated. He didn't want to spill about the reason for his behavior, but he needed to escape now before it was too late. He was still having mixed feelings about the Smythe child; and he knew if he remained near him in this state he was bound to make some bad choices. He was hoping Sebastian would obey and offer his hand again, offer to carry him out to his car, but it never came. They just sat there. Staring at each other. Blaine attempted a look of aggravation, but was quickly thwarted by his immense sense of sleepiness. Sebastian peered over to the wall where a black-rimmed clock hung in near perfect alignment.

"… Do you usually get this tired at midnight?" Sebastian questioned, a hint of worry that Blaine couldn't catch in his state. He no longer had a conscience telling him what not to tell Sebastian.

"I took cough medication before I left…" Blaine muttered out. He laid his head on the brunette's shoulder. His shoulder is warm, Blaine thought. He inhaled deeply. He just couldn't stand how good Sebastian smelled compared to Kurt. Actually, come to think of it, Kurt was always the one laying his shoulder on him.

"Ahh, you should know better than that, Anderson." Sebastian stated, and took the arm not around Blaine's shoulders and put it around his body, resting his hand on his soft, curly hair. Blaine didn't protest, but could feel a mix of adrenaline and hate coursing through his heart at that moment. His thoughts were jumbled, but the one thing he kept thinking was, I just know he's going to try and manipulate me in this state… I shouldn't have done it… Should have ignored him…

Sebastian took a deep breath and sighed. He wished he could stay this way with Blaine forever; let him know how he really felt despite the way he acted. He could finally feel what he had always thought of as love. He could remember how every time he pursued a new boy he was always shot down. They never wanted him. And for the life of him, Sebastian couldn't find out why. But this time was different; Blaine wasn't protesting at all. Sebastian could hear slightly muffled snoring coming from the boy on his shoulder. He looked down at the unruly black curls and could only sigh. God had never given him any hope for anyone. Could Blaine be God's angel? And that was when it hit him; Blaine came here to chew him out, and this wasn't fair. Blaine was drugged, and manipulating him like this would make him hate him for life. He had to do the right thing, otherwise Blaine would slip through his grasp like sand. If Blaine loved Kurt, who was he to get in the way of making Blaine happy? Sure, he could show Blaine he could be better than Kurt, but forcing himself onto him was a death sentence. He had to do this the right way, or the relationship was instantly doomed.

"Sebastian…?" Blaine mumbled into his shoulder. Sebastian hugged him tighter as he could feel the tears well up in his eyes and his perfect mask breaking.

"Don't ever let me go, please…" Sebastian whispered, and sighed. If only he knew. Blaine shuffled in his arms. He knew he had to get him home before his parents found out. He pressed his lips to the top of the other boy's head and retracted his arms from his body. He put his hand gently on his shoulder and tried to shake him awake. "Come on Blaine, time to wake up."

"Where am I…" Blaine mumbled, his eyes brimmed red as he tried to jostle the sleep out of them. "Se… Sebastian?" Blaine stuttered, alarmed. His pupils were wide, whether it be from the low lighting in the room or from awakening to the sight of Sebastian, still shirtless, holding him on the shoulders, or even from the fact he had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

"It's alright, nothing happened, you're still a virgin, now get up, we need to get you home." Sebastian stated, releasing Blaine's shoulders and returning to his feet. He offered his hand again. Blaine reached up haphazardly, not really noticing the direction it was going as it flailed aimlessly in the air.

"Watch it!" Sebastian said, jumping back. Blaine dropped his hand and his head rolled off to the side. "Are you still asleep…?" Sebastian inquired, kneeling down in front of Blaine. Blaine stared at him through the corner of his eyes.

"I hate you so much you could almost call it love…" Blaine said, closing his eyes once more. Sebastian smiled consolingly, and shook Blaine's shoulder once more.

"Not letting you sleep here, your boyfriend would get suspicious." Sebastian said, moving over to pick Blaine up. His legs had uncurled from his chest and he was leaning against the wall as if he had passed out. Sebastian slid his arm under Blaine's knees and grabbed his shoulder. "Grab on." He stated, and the groggy Blaine he held reached his arm up and put it around his naked shoulders. Next thing he knew, Blaine had curled himself up into Sebastian's chest and was snoring again. Sebastian lifted him off the ground and felt the arm around his shoulder tense.

"It's alright, I've got you, don't worry." Sebastian said, and Blaine's eyes opened a little as he looked up into the brunette's eyes.

"Can I be honest with you…?" Blaine mumbled. Sebastian could almost tell he was talking in his sleep by the way his eyelids quivered and his voice cracked and was nothing but a hoarse whisper.

"Anything, Blaine." Sebastian replied, giving a comforting smile.

"I don't love you the way I love Kurt… but you are incredibly sexy…" And with that, Blaine's head rolled back onto Sebastian's chest and he released a sigh that could only mean he was glad to get that off his chest. Sebastian flinched. Blaine did have feelings for him, then. He had a chance.

"I'm not letting you drive home. Where are your keys?" Sebastian asked, looking at the entirely asleep Blaine that lay in his arms. He could faintly hear Blaine mumbling something that sounded like 'back pocket'. Wonderful.

Carrying Blaine out to his car wasn't a problem. However, the fact it was a cold fall night and Sebastian was shirtless made complications worse. And what was even more of a complication was if he drove Blaine home, how was he to get back? He knew he would have to walk, but he was almost positive Blaine's house was at least 3 miles away.

"Alright, I have a proposition." Sebastian said as he laid Blaine down in the backseat of the car. "I am not walking home in this weather, I am not risking you getting into a car accident, so the only way we can solve this is if we have a sleepover at one of our houses. I honestly don't care if my dad gets pissed at me, it's just another thing he can be mad at me about. So, I propose we stay at your house, just for tonight, of course."

"Mmhmm…" Blaine replied. He was totally out of it, Sebastian could tell. He would make attempts to flirt with him, but for one thing, he didn't want Blaine to get in trouble, and for two, it was as pointless as flirting with a rock. Sebastian tapped his leg.

"I need your keys." Sebastian said, and Blaine twitched in his sleep.

"Get it yourself…" Blaine replied, hardly audible.

"Very well then, Mr. Anderson." Sebastian complied. He reached over and slipped his hand into Blaine's back pocket, and Blaine let out a very harsh gasp and pushed himself off the seat, and Sebastian withdrew his hand instantly. Blaine turned around, looking more pissed than ever.

"Do not touch me there!" He yelled at Sebastian. He seemed perfectly awake now, even his eyes had regained the energy to properly see and compute what he was doing.

"You told me to, babe." Sebastian replied, seeing his chance to corner Blaine. "I needed to get your keys to take you home, remember?" He said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"What happened?" Blaine shouted, looking furious, his expression full of worry.

"Nothing, Blaine. Either give me the keys or drive yourself home. I haven't got all night to sit and chat. It's nearly 1:30 in the morning." Sebastian replied, suddenly feeling groggy himself.

"I'll…. I'll drive home on my own… Just… Whatever did happen, forget it, because it didn't count!" Blaine shouted, looking more worried than ever.

"Alright then, honey. I'll see you later." Sebastian said, winking at Blaine. He turned around and walked back towards his house.

What have I done…