Ch. 6
WHOA! STOP RIGHT THERE, CHILDREN! I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCED; THIS CHAPTER HAS THE F BOMB IN IT, SEVERAL TIMES! AS A TEENAGER ATTENDING PUBLIC SCHOOL MYSELF, I HEAR THE WORD ALL THE TIME, BUT FOR THOSE WHO AREN'T ACCUSTOM, BEWARE!
Also, from a previous note I mentioned how chapter one and two don't flow together very smoothly, and it's kind of late to fix that, but Sebastian stated that he 'had no relatives in France'. If you've been paying attention, you know Sebastian has a mother in France, so for those of you who have followed up to this point from the beginning, I just want to let you know I'm so sorry for confusing you, but Sebastian was lying, because he is a filthy liar. :3 -LoveTheLegend
Blaine had returned home, luckily both his parents at work, so he didn't have to explain his situation just yet. He was fumbling his phone around in his hands; he wanted to leave Sebastian a voicemail to call him when he got back from Dalton. He needed someone to talk to that wasn't going to yell at him right now, just so he could get back on his feet. Somehow the boy's phone number had made its way into his contacts, so it was just a click away. Finally, he realized he couldn't really screw up any more, so he dialed the number. It rang about 3 times, before a voice picked up.
"Why are you calling, aren't you supposed to be in school?" Sebastian asked, sounding a bit more irritated than he was yesterday, words slightly slurred.
"I'd say the same for you. I got suspended, a fight broke out in the locker room." Blaine answered, trying to sound cool-like.
"Interesting. Same here, except in the hallway. Those damn friends of yours are a bit pushy." Sebastian answered, seemingly smiling to himself over the phone.
"Um… Which friend did you beat up, exactly?" Blaine inquired, suddenly worrying about the well being of his friends.
"The blonde one, Jeff." Sebastian replied, sounding bored. "Anyways, why are you calling?"
"I just needed someone to talk to that wasn't going to vocally rip my head off." Blaine answered, bearing a sigh.
"And what makes you think I won't?"
"Sebastian, what's going on? I just don't get it. First you screw up my life and now you're running away." Blaine asked finally, eagerly awaiting an answer.
"I don't want to talk about it." Sebastian answered, his voice firm and solid suddenly. Blaine sighed, then fumbled over his tongue for a second.
"By the way… Do you… Smoke?" Blaine asked, a flashback from Sunday coming to his mind.
"Yeah, sometimes, why?" Sebastian answered, as if to be bragging.
"Well, Kurt tasted it. That's why we aren't together right now. So, yeah, thanks for making me a liar."
"Haha, serves you right. Glad to know I was of assistance." Sebastian said, letting a fake laugh reside over the phone. "Was that all? Anything else your nosey mind needs to know?"
"Could you just… Give me some sort of hint about why you kicked me out of your house yesterday…? Just a scrap of information?" Blaine inquired, hearing a sigh from the other line.
"You are one persistent bitch, you know that?" Sebastian said, laughing quietly to himself. "It isn't any of your concern. But you know, I find it funny you keep calling me. It gives me the impression you actually care. I think that's what it is that's different about you, Blaine. You care. That's not something I get a lot of. It's confusing for me." Sebastian finally spilled, while trying to keeping his composure whole. Blaine could have sworn he heard his voice crack a little.
"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm the only person who's ever cared about you besides your parents?" Blaine asked, trying to be tentative with the subject.
"No, Blaine. I'm saying you're the only one who's cared about me in a long, long time. Including my parents." Sebastian added. He couldn't spill this to Blaine yet. He didn't want anyone to care, he didn't want somebody he cared about. It just meant he would lose them all over again, and he was tired of dealing with this relationship shit.
"Oh… You're parents… They're… Homophobes, then?" Blaine asked, timidly.
"It isn't your business. I'm fine, you're fine. Why don't we just go on our marry ways, and try not to intersect as much in the future?" Sebastian finally said, as if he was expecting this to be goodbye forever.
"Sebastian… I want to help you."
"I do not need, or want, your help. I don't want you to freaking care, Blaine." Sebastian lashed out, causing Blaine to suddenly feel that yes, this boy needed his help whether he wanted it or not.
"I'm coming over. I'll see you in about fifteen minutes." Blaine said, about to retract the phone from his ear when he heard Sebastian shouting, 'You fucking prick, don't you dare!' Blaine felt slightly hurt as he hit the 'end call' button; that was the first time a person who wasn't a bully had used those words towards him. But he needed to find out what the hell was wrong with the Smythe child, regardless of how their hearts were falling apart, piece by tiny piece.
"Fuck you!" Sebastian screamed into his phone, before throwing it on his bed. He took a sip from another one of his dad's beers. He wasn't an alcoholic, at least not yet, but it just seemed to ease the pain when he was pissed. Which was getting to be quite often, especially around his dad and Blaine. Right now he just felt pissed at the world, and wanted to be left alone, but no, Blaine the hero boy has to jump in. It would be fine if he just wanted a freaking blow job or something, but no, he wanted a God damned relationship. He couldn't do that. Not after Tyler… He couldn't deal with that pain again. But what if Blaine didn't die…? He pondered the situation as he wandered downstairs, looking for something else he had to ease his pain.
Blaine knocked on the door. No answer. He rapped the door again. Still no answer.
"Damn it, Sebastian! I know you're home, your car is out here!" Blaine yelled, rapping at the door again. Finally he saw Sebastian strutting, looking rather pissed, to the front door, still in his absolutely sexy Warbler's blazer. Oops, did he just think that? He yanked the door open, agitation clearly etched on his features.
"What does Bitchy Blaine want now? If you're looking for Sebastian, he died and went to hell." Sebastian remarked, and suddenly Blaine realized Sebastian was drunk off his mind. Blaine gently stepped up to Sebastian, pushing him gently back into the house, closing the door behind them.
"Where'd you get beer?" Blaine inquired as Sebastian set off for the living room, which had kind of become a place of meeting for the two, Blaine guessed.
"Dad's liquor cabinet. Want one?" Sebastian asked, turning around, slightly smiling sarcastically.
"I'd rather not… How many did you have?" Blaine asked. Sebastian shrugged.
"Five. Or six. Or twenty." Sebastian said, laughing a little, and plopped down on the couch. Blaine had to stop himself from grinning. Was that how he acted when he was drunk?
"Okay, then… Were you like, drunk over the phone, too?"
"Who the hell cares anymore? Life sucks, deal with it. Just sing a little ditty like a good little Warbler and go the hell to sleep." He said, to nobody in particular. Blaine furrowed his brow. Sebastian was acting more than just drunk.
"Are you like… High or something?" Blaine asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, you want some?" Sebastian asked, as if it were totally normal. Blaine just kind of gaped at him.
"Um, no? No thank you?" Blaine asked, not sure if courtesy was right for the situation. It seemed like every time he came over here something went horribly wrong. Usually it was Blaine, this time it was all on Sebastian.
"Aww, you can't knock it til' you try it. I bet you've never done anything bad in your life, you little bitch." Sebastian said, slightly disappointed sounding, slightly humorous sounding.
"Uh, yeah, I kind of am by being here right now. Sorry, I might drink beer every now and then, but I don't do drugs." Blaine answered, and he just got a laugh from Sebastian.
"Well, sit your scrawny little ass down and tell me what you want for Christmas." Sebastian said, motioning to the empty place on the loveseat he was sitting on. Yeah. He was higher than the empire state.
"Right then…" Blaine said, kind of letting out a sigh as he moved to sit down. He had a feeling no progression could be made right now anyways.
"So tell me, when did you start gelling your hair? That seems like a good place to start." Sebastian asked, kind of in a therapist-like tone. Blaine suddenly had an idea; Sebastian was high as mighty hell, maybe he could get information out of him.
"That doesn't matter. I have some questions for you, though-"
"He's in the bathroom." Sebastian interrupted, in a very serious tone.
"Um, who?" Blaine asked. Something is wrong with this picture…
"Why do you fucking love me, I hate you so much." Sebastian said, suddenly laying his head on Blaine's shoulder. It was an uncomfortable situation.
"Sebastian, why do you run away from me?" Blaine finally asked.
"Don't ask me. Ask Sebastian. He's not home right now."
"I can tell… But seriously, I want to know." Blaine answered.
"I'm in fucking love with you and I can't stand to lose you like I lost him, there, I freaking said it, go to hell." Sebastian answered, nuzzling his face into Blaine's neck. "Are you sure you don't want some of this stuff? It's great." Sebastian said, licking Blaine's neck now. Well this is awkward.
"Who'd you lose?" Blaine asked, trying not to lose his composure with Sebastian on him like that.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Actually I would."
"I'll tell you under one condition." Sebastian said, returning to his original seating position. His behavior was getting out of control. "Shut up and sleep with me."
"What?" Blaine practically screeched. This man was seriously high. "Okay, seriously, what the hell did you take?"
"Nothin' much. Sure you don't want some?" Sebastian asked, fluttering his eyelashes. "It'll make this a lot easier for me to explain." Blaine had no freaking clue what he meant by that.
"I do not want your drugs. How often do you take them?" Blaine asked, his voice steady.
"When I need them." Sebastian said, suddenly embracing Blaine into a hug, pressing kisses against his neck. "I really want you." Blaine wasn't sure what to think. He wanted Sebastian, to be honest, but he was higher than a freaking giraffe right now, so it wouldn't really count. Suddenly, he felt the other boy's hands tightening around his shoulders, his face pressing into Blaine's sweater. He heard him mumble, 'I'm sorry I can't do this with you…'
"What?" Blaine asked, nudging Sebastian's head off. "Do what?"
"Do you want the freaking truth or not?" Sebastian asked out of nowhere.
"That would be nice." Blaine stated.
"Then shut the hell up and let me speak." Sebastian said, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder again, similar to the way that Blaine had once done to Kurt during their rendition of 'Misery'. Ah, he remembered that number; how he loved throwing paper. "It was… Well, it was a long time ago. I think we were in junior high or something, I forgot right now. I came out of the closet, blah blah blah nobody cares-"
"I care." Blaine interrupted.
"Then shut up." Sebastian retorted, knocking his head lightly against Blaine's shoulder. "Anyways, met this really nice kid named Taylor… Tyler, I mean. He… We… We both found out we were gay, kind of together. I always knew. He just kind of… Found out. Anyways, we made a vow we'd only care about each other, that we'd never leave because we needed each other to stay strong… To take the others down who tried to make fun of us because we're different…" Blaine heard Sebastian choke up, and could feel the tears soaking into his shirt. He wrapped his arm around Sebastian, and nuzzled his head into his hair, which, to no surprise, smelled like beer, coffee, and some other foreign drug. "I just wish he hadn't died sometimes, you know?" Sebastian choked up, gripping Blaine tighter as he mercilessly cried into his shoulder. Blaine was suddenly dumbfounded. Sebastian's boyfriend died. He freaking died. Blaine suddenly imaged a world without his other half, with no official goodbyes. It was a horrible image. "They beat him to death… They freaking killed him, Blaine… And they never got caught… That's why my mom left, that's why she left my dad, I just know it, it's all my fault, I scared her away, that's why I can't fucking care about you, Blaine. I promised him. And I couldn't stand to lose him all over again. He was just like you, Blaine, practically a photocopy, he was always kind, always passionate, no matter what, he always cared, and I just can't, Blaine, I can't…" Sebastian concluded, finally burying his head into Blaine's shirt.
"Sebastian… I'm here for you. I promise. I don't care if you don't remember a word I say here in the morning, I just can't watch you suffer. Look at me." Blaine said, nudging Sebastian off his shoulder again, cupping his tear-filled face in his hands like he had Kurt's earlier.
"I wasn't supposed to tell you any of that. You're not supposed to know me, you're not supposed to care, you're supposed to run away, to leave me like the others did when I told them…" Sebastian said, frowning.
"Sebastian- no, why would I do that? Why did they do that?" Blaine asked. "Maybe it was because you excessively do drugs, not so much the fact your-"
"Just shut up, please." Sebastian said, nuzzling his head in Blaine's hands. "I don't know. Just please don't leave me. If you do I swear I will neuter you with my bare hands."
Blaine laughed. "And you think I wouldn't enjoy that?" Blaine said, emitting a warm smile to Sebastian, who smiled back peacefully. Something kind of came over Blaine in that moment, made him realize that yes, maybe Sebastian does need him more than Kurt. Blaine leaned over until both boys' eyelashes touched, Blaine breathing the unfortunate smell of cigarette smoke and beer on Sebastian's breath, and covered his lips with his own. Even though Blaine wasn't the biggest fan of the taste, it seemed to blend well on Sebastian's mouth. Blaine took the liberty of parting the kiss, lowering his hands back down to his side.
"Sebastian… I need to go home, but I don't want you to stay here." Blaine said. "I think your parents-"
"Dad, no mom." Sebastian corrected.
"Well, your dad, would be even more pissed if he found out you were high off your mind and got suspended from school. How long does it take to usually wear off?"
"I dunno, I usually sleep it off." Sebastian answered shrugging.
"Well… I'm sure my parents would understand if Kurt hasn't told them what happened with us. I'll just tell them your name is… I don't know, Grant or something. C'mon. You can come home when you're sober." Blaine said, standing up. He offered his hand to Sebastian, who gladly took it and followed him down the corridor, out the front door, into his car, and all the way home. But when they got there they were in for a bit of a surprise.
Blaine wasn't sure how the hell it all happened, much less why Kurt, yet again, was standing at his front door. He obviously hadn't realized how much time had passed; but it was apparent Kurt came straight from school.
"Oh, if it isn't gay face!" Sebastian shouted, smiling pleasantly, as he drunkenly walked up the driveway.
"Sebastian, shut your face before you make it worse than it already is…" Blaine mumbled, grabbing Sebastian's arm.
"Why the hell is he with you?" Kurt screeched, looking rather enraged.
"It's a long story…" Blaine mumbled as he walked past Kurt to open his front door. Sebastian giddily waved to Kurt as Blaine shoved him in the door, and then walked in himself, motioning for Kurt to come in as well.
"Is he drunk or something?" Kurt asked in a disbelieving tone as they walked into Blaine's living room. Thank God his parents wouldn't be home for awhile; Ah, but his sister would be here any minute. Crap.
"And higher than the empire state. Sit down, Seb'." Blaine said, pushing Sebastian over to the couch. Blaine took a seat in one of the chairs across from the sofa, then turned to Kurt.
"Either sit down next to drunk-boy or sit in the other chair." Blaine said, motioning to both. Kurt wrinkled his nose at Sebastian and took the second option. "Kurt, I must ask first, why did you come to my house again?"
"Well, I heard you got beat up and suspended, and being the better person, I came to see if you were alright. Your face is bruised, just so you know." Kurt replied, trying to sound some sort of nonchalant.
"Where am I?" Sebastian asked out of nowhere, looking around Blaine's living room like it was a jail cell or something.
"Well, thank you, Kurt, for being considerate, but didn't it cross your mind that maybe I don't really want to see you right now?" Blaine said, a look of concern slightly displayed on his face. Sebastian randomly started laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I TOLD YOU!" He said, falling over onto the love seat in a feat of laughter. Both Kurt and Blaine glared at him, then turned back to each other.
"Anyways, Kurt, I honestly am sorry." Blaine said, nodding his head, returning his gaze to Sebastian, who was laying therapist-style on the couch, listening to the conversation.
"Well… Alright… But anyways, what's wrong with him?" Kurt asked, a tone of vehement disgust in his tone.
"He… Had a bit too much to drink after he got suspended for fighting." Blaine answered, heaving a sigh with his words.
"So… You're both suspended… At the same time… And technically you're single now, so… What's going to happen?" Kurt asked, tears brimming his eyes, face already turning red. Blaine stared mercilessly into Kurt's eyes, as if begging him not to force him to answer.
"Kurt… As much as it honestly pains me to say this, he needs our help right now."
"Our? OUR help? As in you're expecting me to help him? No way!" Kurt shouted, suddenly becoming furious. Sebastian covered his ears and curled up, for obviously the loud noise was hurting his head. He groaned from on the couch, receiving a furtive glare from Kurt.
"Kurt, can I tell you something while he's still out of it?" Blaine asked relatively calmly. Kurt just stared at him like he was stupid.
"No! Don't tell him anything, he's the devil!" Sebastian shouted, flinching at his own words. Both other boys glared at him, when suddenly the front door opened. Sebastian almost instinctively jumped up and tried to run, when Blaine jumped after him, grabbing his arm to hold him in the living room as he struggled against Blaine's sober strength.
"Shit…" Blaine muttered, knowing his sister was a bit of a tattle tale. When she saw the three boys standing in the living room, staring at her, she just kind of stood deer-in-the-headlights, surprised to see all of them in the living room together.
"Umm… Making amends, or having a party?" She asked, with a bit of a 'what the hell is going on here' face.
"Umm, neither, actually…" Blaine chimed in, still holding the drugged boy's arm.
"Then would you mind, maybe, telling me what exactly is going on?" She inquired, looking a bit horrified now.
"Well, um," Blaine began, "Kurt showed up, and Sebastian-"
"Is high off his mind and drunk, so don't talk to him." Kurt interrupted, smiling falsely. Sebastian let out a giggle.
"Then why the hell is he here?" Kayla said, looking even more appalled than before.
"Kayla, honey," Blaine started, trying to plead with his eyes, "Some things should wait for explanation, this is one of those times. We need to resolve something here."
"There is a drug addict in my living room, I believe I deserve an explanation for that." She said, crossing her arms and leaning against the arched door frame. Blaine sighed, finally releasing his grip on Sebastian, who was starting to get antsy.
"Hey, little girl, this is big boy stuff that you don't need to worry about." Sebastian said, drunkenly wobbling up to her and bowing down so they were at eye level. Kayla could tell he was higher than the empire state.
"Huh, well excuse me, 'big boy', but this is my house, and Blaine is my brother, and I have the right to know what's going on." She said, using a forefinger to push him away, which nearly caused him to fall. Instead, he stood up, straightening his blazer. "And I may be shorter than you, but I can guarantee I am more mature than you. Now would you please sit down before you fall on me?"
"Yeah, screw you too you little-"
"SEBASTIAN, seriously, sit down!" Blaine interrupted, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back over to the loveseat.
"Um, wow, quite a friend you have there, Blaine." Kayla remarked, walking over to the chair Blaine was previously seated in, taking his spot. "Alright, so I'm ready for the explanation now!" She said, almost too cheerfully. Blaine heaved a sigh before taking a seat next to Sebastian, who quickly strung his arm around Blaine, and Blaine saw a look of revolt approach on Kurt's features.
"I don't know where to start…" Blaine said, hanging his head. Kurt rolled his eyes and rather pleasantly began an explanation:
"Well for starters Blaine got in a fight, so it's rumored, and is now suspended. As for how the meerkat got in your house, I have no clue." Kurt fired, aiming a hating gaze over at both Blaine and Sebastian. Sebastian had taken to resting his head on Blaine's shoulder with his arms wrapped around his neck. Kayla just kind of stared wide eyed at Blaine.
"Yeah… Yeah, he's right… But they were going to hurt me, I swear! Your brother got suspended too, just so you know!" Blaine semi-shouted, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He hated lectures. Kurt just kind of stared at him for a moment.
"I am aware of that; don't you think he told me? Blaine, you're digging your own grave here. This thing with Sebastian needs to stop." Kurt replied, suddenly looking quite solemn. "He doesn't love you, Blaine. He doesn't care. Why would you choose him over me?" Kurt asked, tears forming in his eyes as well.
"He needs help, Kurt. He needs someone to take care of him." Blaine answered, looking equally as somber. "I just want to help him… And if the only way he's gonna let me in is if I love him, I'll do it." Blaine stated, slightly furrowing his brow to show he was serious. Sebastian sighed on his shoulder.
"What kind of cologne do you use? It smells nice…" Sebastian commented, smiling into Blaine's shoulder.
"Blaine…" Kayla started, frowning, "Look at him, he's washed up. It's too late for him, give it up!" Blaine suddenly looked agitated.
"Kayla, we weren't raised that way. We were raised to help everyone we can. I believe in second chances." He turned to Kurt, then added, "I can't deny Sebastian help just because he acts the way he does. Give him a chance, Kurt, and who knows? He might repay us later." Kurt seemed to add a little nod, but he also seemed extremely depressed by the whole matter. Blaine saw a tear rolling down his cheek, and that's when it hit him; the whole reality of the situation, the truth, all of it.
"Fine. I'll let you… Do whatever you want, Blaine." Kurt stated, almost angrily, and stood up. He started to make his way out of the room when Blaine stopped him with his words;
"He needs help." Blaine replied, honesty flooding his words. "He needs people to help him."
"Blaine…" Kurt began, "… I'll help you. But after all this is over… Promise me, right now, you won't speak to me ever again."
"… I promise, Kurt."
-Okay, so sorry it took so long to upload this, but just to notify you, I do not have a beta reader, and I know there are some plot line errors, I apologize for that. I don't always reread the story every time I work on a chapter, and I forget things, so if you ever see something that doesn't belong or something, don't be afraid to call me out on it so I can fix it before it turns into some huge plot mistake! D: Also, it may be taking longer for me to upload chapters. School is a bee-otch, and this isn't even a remotely popular fic, so there isn't much encouragement to work on it ^^; Sowwiez :( But hey, whether it's one supporter or over a thousand, as long as it's pleasing someone, I am compelled to continue. -LoveTheLegend