So sorry this chapter is half the size of the others, I was having trouble filling the gaps in it :( I just want to say, though ,thank you all so much! It means a lot more than you know to know people actually like my fanfiction, and I know I don't reply to all of you, I'm still trying to figure it out, sad to say ^^; I have no idea where I'm going with this fanfiction, though. I have a starting point and an ending point laid out, but the rest is just random, sorry to say :( But thanks for the feedback anyways, guys :D -LoveTheLegend

Blaine had finally managed to coax the drugged Sebastian into his bedroom after Kurt had left. Things were running through Blaine's head right now; what would his parents think? He was sure he could explain it properly to them if Kayla kept quiet. He had already explained the situation, and she wasn't quite thrilled about it, but regardless of the dispute she had agreed to keep quiet if Blaine lent her his Katy Perry CD collection, which he wasn't too enthralled about parting with.

He doesn't love you, Blaine. He doesn't care.

It didn't make much sense right now. All Blaine knew was that he was deep trouble, and he had lost his boyfriend…

Promise to never speak to me again…

And a friend.

"You're bed is comfy…" Sebastian stated after collapsing onto it. Thankfully Blaine hadn't had to haul him up any stairs, his house only had one story and a basement. Sebastian rolled over to face the wall his bed was against, and started tracing invisible figures on the white-painted drywall.

"Feeling any better?" Blaine asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sebastian just shrugged.

"Now I just feel depressed." He answered simply, retracting his hand and hugging himself. "You ever get that feeling you've done something horribly wrong with your life and you can't fix it?" Sebastian asked, twisting his head just enough so he could see Blaine out of the corner of his eye. Blaine pondered the question for a moment.

"We all do. But you can always fix it, as long as someone is willing to help you to." Blaine answered. He rested his hand on Sebastian's shoulder, and felt the boy rest his hand on top of his.

"Then I guess I won't be fixing it." Sebastian answered, returning his gaze to the wall. Blaine felt Sebastian's hand slip off of his and retract into his chest.

"Sebastian… I'm not going to let you give up. You're too young. I don't care about your dad, I'm going to help you get back on your feet." Blaine said sternly, lightly rubbing the other boy's shoulder. Sebastian stirred from his position, rolling over to face Blaine.

"I don't want you to care." Sebastian stated simply, staring Blaine in the eye. "If you care you're going to be disappointed, I can promise you that."

"Sebastian, I don't care if I get hurt. I just don't want to stand by idly and watch you suffer. That's the last thing I would do." Blaine stated, eyes brimming with honesty. Sebastian sat up so he was eye-to-eye with Blaine.

"Blaine…" Sebastian began, looking pleadingly into his eyes, "I can't just accept the fact you care, you know that. I'm not built that way. I don't want help, and you can't help me, and I think we both know I'm just an interference between-"

"I'm going to stop you right there." Blaine finished for him. "If you're awake enough to remember anything now, Kurt… Well… He broke up with me. He's gone, Sebastian. He'll only stay until you're better."

"There isn't anything wrong with me…" Sebastian said, lowering his head. Blaine sighed, and shook his head just lightly enough so Sebastian could see.

"Sebastian… Look at me." Blaine requested, and Sebastian followed orders, his head swiveling slowly, his gaze that of a scolded bunny. "… I'm not saying you have a major problem… I just want to help you fit in, y'know? It would help you." Blaine answered. Sebastian let his gaze linger away from Blaine's eyes and back to the bed, until he felt Blaine's warm hand lifting his face back up to his eyes. Sebastian felt his heart beat faster as hazel met pastel green in a meaningful stare.

"Blaine…" Sebastian started, but was unable to finish as he himself pressed his lips against Blaine's. It was almost a remote action, almost natural, had it not been for the fact Sebastian could feel a million emotions flooding his veins. He felt love, terror, fear, excitement, all of it;

Everything he had felt with Tyler.

Sebastian found the emotions overwhelming him as he pressed in further, tasting Blaine truly for the first time as their lips overlapped in a passionate kiss, one of pure emotion and truth. It wasn't until Sebastian felt Blaine's arms hugging him closer that he realized just how much he missed the feeling; that feeling of care, that feeling that somebody actually loved him. He returned the hug, then he felt Blaine puling his lips away.

"Sebastian…" He muttered in almost a near whisper. "Lay with me…?" Blaine asked as Sebastian finally opened his eyes. Blaine was shocked nearly to death when he saw the tears falling out of Sebastian's eyes, when he saw the mask finally crack, the emotion finally surfacing under the many layers that built up over the years. It was almost like seeing Sebastian truly for the first time, the real Sebastian. His eyes seemed to have turned from a harsh green to a lighter, more cheerful bluish color.

"I'd love to…" He whispered, voice cracking and eyes watering.

It hurt. It hurt so, so much. Walking out like that, seeing the other boy smothered all over him…

Kurt couldn't imagine life without Blaine. They had stayed together for a year, and yeah, he had those moments when he feared for their relationship, but never as much as now. But it didn't matter, did it? It was over, all of it. He had said so himself, and he wasn't about to change his mind. He just for the life of him couldn't imagine why Blaine would make such a stupid decision. And what exactly did Sebastian need help with? A drug problem? And what had Blaine meant to tell him before his sister came in? He tightened his grip on his fork as he tried to eat in silence. Finn and Burt were having a conversation about football, so his silence wouldn't be noted for awhile. He felt his heart throb at the thought of losing Blaine after everything. What could have happened, what should he have done to make it not happen? If he hadn't slapped Blaine, would he not have gone to Sebastian? So many what if's, so many regrets. But it was over now, wasn't it? Yes, it was over. He could feel his eyes pricking with tears. Not now, shit…

"And when he tripped on the field, it scared the shit out of me!" Burt bellowed, demonstrating the way the players passed the ball and how he fell. "I'll tell you, they need to be more careful." Burt shook his head and stole a glance at Kurt, who was desperately trying to wipe his eyes free of the pool of tears. Suddenly all eyes seemed to be on him, and he tried to lower his head and pretend not to notice. "Hey buddy… What's wrong?" Burt asked, eyes filled with concern.

"It's nothing, dad." Kurt replied, taking another bite of the chicken on his plate. His father frowned at him.

"You don't cry for nothing. Come on, spill." His father commanded.

"It's… It's Blaine."

"And that's pretty much what happened." Blaine concluded, looking at his stunned parents sitting in the two chairs of the living room, Sebastian uncomfortably seated next to him on the couch. Sebastian was sitting with legs together and hands folded, sitting up straight. It was a formal position Blaine never thought he'd see on the boy.

"So… You're dating him then…?" His mother asked Blaine, and nodded towards Sebastian, looking slightly disturbed. Sebastian glanced over at Blaine and shrugged slightly.

"Not… Well… Kind of, I guess you could say." Blaine answered. His father shook his head.

"Son, there aren't any 'maybe's' in a relationship. Either you are or you aren't!" His father stated arrogantly, frowning at both of them. Sebastian and Blaine both looked at each other, each of them searching for some kind of direct yes or no answer. Finally Sebastian shrugged, turning to Blaine's father.

"Blaine is in no fit shape to be in a relationship right now, he just broke up. But if he ever proposes so, I would gladly be obliged to concur that we are, in fact, dating." Sebastian stated, bowing his head ever so slightly to the older man in respect. Mr. Anderson and Blaine both looked taken aback by the statement Sebastian procured; it was intelligent, understandable, and it gave Mr. Anderson a rather good impression.

"Very well then…" Mr. Anderson supplied, nodding in agreement. "I think most business here is finished, but I'd like to talk to Blaine alone, if that would be okay." Mr. Anderson slightly dipped his head toward Sebastian, almost as if asking his permission. Surprised by the gesture, for lack of manners towards him in his own household, Sebastian smiled and nodded once, not sure if it was an appropriate response or not. Blaine stood up, and followed his dad into the kitchen, leaving Mrs. Anderson and Sebastian alone.

"What did you say your name was again? Smythe?" Maria Anderson asked after the others left, watching Sebastian as his gaze quickly returned from watching Blaine leave.

"Um, yes, ma'am. Sebastian Smythe." Sebastian answered quietly, fearing the worst, that Blaine's mother recognized his last name.

"Ah, are you perhaps related to Michael Smythe?" She asked. Sebastian looked down, not sure whether he should lie or not. He didn't know what she knew him for or why, but he had a feeling it wasn't for anything good.

"Well… Yeah… He's my, um, my dad." Sebastian stuttered out. He had never felt less confident in his life, and he hated it.

"Mmm, funny. You two must not be on very close terms, then. He is a known homophobe. Does he even know…?" She asked, and all Sebastian could do was nod slightly, the look on his face that of depression.

"He… He doesn't like me at all." Sebastian answered, looking her in the eye.

"Oh… What about your mother?" She asked, obviously just trying to keep a conversation going. Sebastian could feel the emotions clenching his heart, but he had no intention of ever trusting this woman, and could feel himself closing in on himself just trying not to tell her anything.

"She lives far, far away." Sebastian answered, looking away.

"Oh, I'm sorry. How far?" She asked, still trying to catch his gaze.

"I really don't want to talk about this, could we change subjects?" Sebastian snapped, but tried to be polite about it. Maria Anderson looked away, slightly embarrassed at intruding.

"Alright, then… So you attend Dalton, I know that much. You also got expelled for punching someone. How often does that happen?" She asked nervously. Sebastian suddenly felt a streak of arrogance.

"All the time, honey." He said, and winked. He suddenly got the impression he shouldn't have done that when she frowned deeply. "Sorry, I mean, ugh…" Sebastian muttered, putting his head in his hands. He was so used to having to make snide retorts that his instincts weren't set to being nice.

"So… You're a troublemaker…?" She asked, unsurely.

"I… Here in America, yes." He said, lifting his head from his hands. "But none of your concern. Blaine is more of an influence on me than the other way around."

"In America…?" She asked quizzically. Sebastian smirked, then shook his head.

"None of anyone's concern. Could I have a glass of water, please? I haven't drunk anything since my last beer and I'm rather thirsty." Sebastian asked. Maria nodded in understanding, and got up quickly. Sebastian stopped her in the door with his words, however. "Ma'am… I'm not a bad person. I'm just a bit… Lost right now." Mrs. Anderson nodded at his words and left Sebastian all alone in the living room of the Anderson household.

"Dad, I AM making good decisions, I'm trying to help him, can't you see? Isn't that how you brought me up? To not turn people away just because of how they act? Not to judge them?" Blaine shouted, staring into his father's eyes.

"Blaine, this is different! He isn't just some boy who needs help, he is the kind of person who you'll help and then stab you in the back!" His father shouted back, raising the heat of the argument.

"Damn it, don't you get it? It's the same thing as judging, let him stab me for all I care! Just let me help him, give him a chance!" Blaine replied, eyes full of anguish. It was then that Maria Anderson walked into the room, heading for the cupboard. She obviously felt the need to intervene.

"I definitely don't think he's a keeper. He puts on a good façade, but his intentions are obviously blunt, he just wants to cause you pain." Maria Anderson supplied. Blaine suddenly felt disappointed. Why had Sebastian let him down like that when he was supposed to behave?

"Exactly. I am going to drive him home, and that will be that. You will not be seeing each other, that's final. Also, you're grounded as long as you're suspended." His father added. His mother looked up from the cup of water she was filling.

"Why not let them see each other? It sounds like Blaine has a plan here." His mother supplied, looking at Blaine with that knowing eye. Blaine was very, very thankful at that moment to have a mother who always saw the better in people. "Let them play it out, who knows? Maybe Sebastian could learn something. I'd like the world to be a better place, and it starts by helping the delinquents, right?" Blaine's father seemed to ponder it, then nodded. There was no sense in arguing with her. She was right 99% of the time, so most people went with what she said, no matter their ground on the situation.

"Fine." He replied angrily, then turned to Blaine. "I don't want any monkey business, do you understand me? If he so much as lays a hand on you I will beat the living shit out of him. I swear it, I will." His father said in a low, lecturing tone. Blaine nodded.

"You won't have to worry about that, I promise." Blaine answered, smiling. He watched as his mother left the kitchen with the glass of water and returned to the living room.

"I don't know what she's up to half the time… But I trust her. And I trust you, Blaine. If you fail me, you're grounded until you're eighteen… That includes no more Katy Perry." His father replied after his mother left. Blaine nodded, and left to follow his mother back into the living room.

Sebastian sat there, twiddling with his thumbs when the Andersons returned to their living room. He felt vulnerable somehow, sitting there in front of people he barely knew. This morning was already a haze, and his time being drunk had mostly worn off, and was now left in the aftermath of a hangover, even if he hadn't even slept. His head was aching, and his mind was racing. Mr. Anderson was the first to speak.

"Mr. Smythe?" He seemed to ask, and Sebastian assumed he was addressing him.

"Sebastian, please." He replied, nodding, as if to assure him that was his name.

"We have all agreed Blaine can see you, under a few conditions." Mr. Anderson said. Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You are not to harm Blaine in any way. The second you do, you are forbidden to see each other. You are also not to touch Blaine in any… Inappropriate manner, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." Sebastian replied, nodding feverishly.

"Good… Did you want me to drive you home?" Mr. Anderson asked, seemingly unsure about his politeness.

"I'd actually like that, if Blaine could come along. My dad should be home early, it's a Monday. I'd like it if you all met." Sebastian replied. Blaine suddenly looked over at Sebastian. Sebastian had never seemed like the kind of person that would want to willingly introduce his parent, but his father nodded anyways.

"You two go wait in the car, I'll be there in a minute." Mr. Anderson replied, walking out of the room. Mrs. Anderson followed him, leaving the two boys to go to the car on their own.

"So… What did my mom say to you?" Blaine asked when they entered the car.

"God… Yeah, she was trying to dig into my past and I kind of… Snapped, I guess. Remember when you met me? Yeah, that part of me came back." Sebastian answered, looking rather ashamed. Blaine patted his shoulder.

"We're taking baby steps, I don't expect you to become the next Martin Luther King over night." Blaine answered honestly. Sebastian looked at him with saddened eyes.

"I'm so glad I found you…" He said very quietly. Blaine nodded. He then held out his fist, knuckles facing Sebastian. Sebastian touched knuckles, and Blaine whispered;

"To baby steps."

"To baby steps." Sebastian echoed, smiling into the eyes of the man he honestly, and admittedly, fallen in love with.