Errrrrg…. I fail at time. In a matter of 8 chapters, only 3 days have passed. That's an average of two to three chapters for each day. Unfortunately, we all know what this means; The dreaded time skips. I'm not planning on making 50 chapters, probably more close to at most 30, so there will have to be some time skips some time soon. I've never done a time skip before, so… Wish me luck with that D: Hopefully it will be natural and nobody will be passed out for weeks at a time in order for it to happen.
It was late into the night when the Anderson's car pulled into the driveway of the Smythe's. Blaine's father heaved a sigh before exiting the car, Sebastian and Blaine following suit. All three men walked up to the door in silence, Blaine and Sebastian walking next to each other, while Mr. Anderson walked ahead.
"Is your father home?" Blaine's father asked, turning his head to Sebastian before knocking on the door.
"He ought to be. If he isn't, that's just as well." Sebastian answered, nodding his head slightly. "Also, Mr. Anderson," Sebastian interrupted before he could knock on the door, "Would you mind if I could have Blaine up in my room for a few minutes to speak to him while you get to know my father?" Blaine glanced at Sebastian inquiringly, and Sebastian responded with a stern glare.
"Um…" Mr. Anderson said, stopping to think for a minute. "I guess, but no monkey business."
"No monkeys involved, I promise." Sebastian stated, winking jokingly at the taller man. Mr. Anderson swiftly knocked on the door, and then they all stood there for a minute until they saw Michael Smythe approach the entrance cautiously. He opened the door and peeked his head out, and upon seeing the two unknown men and his son, he furrowed his brow.
"I swear, if you're planning on having another threesome-"Michael began angrily, but was interrupted;
"Dad, please, close your mouth while you're ahead." Sebastian answered, frowning back. Mr. Anderson looked slightly aghast and paler after the statement. Sebastian's father glared at the other two.
"Then who the hell are they? I swear, you are getting stranger by the day." Michael directed towards Sebastian. He just shrugged.
"This is Blaine Anderson and his father, um…" Sebastian started, but stopped upon the realization he didn't know Blaine's father's name.
"Max, Max Anderson. Pleased to meet you, I guess." Mr. Anderson supplied, outstretching his hand to the man in the doorway. He looked at it with disgust before shaking it.
"I'm assuming you're a policeman, and you've come to tell me my son is going to jail? If so, you don't need to notify me, I'd figure it out." The Smythe elder replied, frowning even deeper. Mr. Anderson was beginning to have his doubts about the Smythe child from what he was hearing from his father.
"No, I'm here to bring your son home because he was at my house… And get to know you, I guess." Mr. Anderson replied, hinting at agitation in his voice. Sebastian swiveled his head towards Mr. Anderson, then at Blaine.
"Dites à monpèrenous ne sommes pasdans les fréquentations,s'il vous plaît." Sebastian muttered under his breath.Blaine didn't know much French, but he believed Sebastian had just told him to tell his father they weren't dating.
"Did he tell you that, did he? Don't be surprised if they're screwing around with each other, he's known for-"
"We aren't dating." Blaine interrupted Mr. Smythe with such force that all eyes were turned upon him. Sebastian smiled slightly on the corner of his mouth to show Blaine had done correctly. Michael Smythe frowned, looking a bit taken aback.
"Okay, then… Anyways, we're wasting heat, come in, I guess." He said, opening the door wider and making his way into the kitchen, the trio following close behind. All four of them sat around the kitchen table, and a silence ensued for a few seconds before Sebastian spoke up, being the only one knowing mostly what to expect out of the conversation.
"Alright… So… I guess the first thing I should say is dad, this is Mr. Anderson, one of my friend's fathers. He was kind enough to bring me home because I was visiting at his house. No need to ask question about that. Secondly, I apologize about my suspension, which I was told you were notified about by the principle." Sebastian ended, nodding toward his father, expecting an 'I could care less' response.
"What else is new? So why did you bring him here? You never bring parents over." His dad inquired, looking skeptically at his son, almost pretending the other two boys weren't in the room.
"He brought me here, because I was at his house." Sebastian answered, also looking skeptical.
"Why were you at his house?" His dad asked simply, the skeptical look still frozen on his face.
"That doesn't matter." Sebastian answered, voice dropping lower as angry glares were shot at each other.
"You are going to answer me right now," his father began, hate radiating from his gaze as his voice dropped even lower, "Or I am going to beat you." He finished, voice so low he was sure nobody heard him. The Andersons who were present sat silently, staring at the intense glares being cast between the two men. Blaine could tell Sebastian's father meant what he said by the ever-so-slight glimpse of fear Sebastian had before returning to his stern glare.
"Do it then. I don't give a shit. Beat the living hell out of me for all I care." Sebastian answered, somehow bravely radiating a smirk on his face. His father seemed enraged by this. The two Anderson men were scared, for Sebastian's father practically pretended they weren't there as he slammed his fist on the table.
"DAMN IT, DON'T YOU LEARN ANYTHING YOU LIITLE SHIT? ANSWER ME!" His father bellowed intimidatingly, face getting red. He stood up from his seat, causing Sebastian to flinch and stand up quickly too, backing away from his father as he came closer. The Andersons were bewildered, what were they supposed to do?
"I wouldn't know, dad. You never seem to teach me anything, so how can I learn?" Sebastian answered, still trying to grin. Apparently that set his dad off as he lunged for him, causing Sebastian to quickly dodge and run out of the room. His father stumbled, but quickly followed after. Blaine's father also sprung to his feet, chasing after the man who was running after his son like a cat would chase a mouse. Blaine quickly followed the other three.
"I'M GOING TO GO CHECK MY LIQUOR CABINENT, AND I SWEAR IF SO MUCH AS ONE BEER IS GONE-" The Andersons heard Michael Smythe yelling as the boy pinned against the wall came into view, "I WILL HAVE YOU SHIPPED BACK TO PARIS WITH YOUR STUPID MOTHER!" His father finished, releasing his son's collar, angrily storming around the corner to go upstairs. Blaine and Max Anderson could do nothing but stand, staring at the boy who was so desperately trying to fix his wrinkled shirt.
"I gotta get the hell out of here, now… You'd be advised to follow, he's drunk." Sebastian supplied, hurriedly rushing to the front door. The other three followed. They all quickly ran out to the car, but Sebastian stopped rather than getting in.
"Sebastian, you are plenty welcome to stay with us for the night." Blaine's father supplied, seeing the boy hesitating.
"It's… It's not that, sir, it's just my dad… He'll call the police if you take me with you. It's fine, I've slept on park benches before. Do you know if the park down by East Street has any homeless people living there? I've never been down there before; I'd feel safer with other people." Sebastian asked, fidgeting and glancing at the door between words. Mr. Anderson's expression changed to very solemn.
"Son, you don't have to-" But he was cut off by the front door slamming open as Sebastian's father angrily stormed out. Sebastian quickly turned on a dime, and sped off with so much force and speed, even a rabbit would feel outmatched.
"THAT'S RIGHT, GET THE HELL OUT!" Mr. Smythe screamed. Now that Sebastian mentioned it, the man did seem drunk to Blaine. The man in the doorway turned to look at Blaine and his father. "What are you looking at? The hell do you want?" Blaine's father motioned for Blaine to get in the car. Blaine hesitated for a moment. What about Sebastian? What if he got hurt? Blaine, feeling a bit of a disobedient streak (even though he knew the lecture that would await him), turned around and walked away from the situation, away from his father, away from Sebastian's father; because let's face it, in a town like Lima Ohio, an out-gay kid sleeping on the streets alone in East Park? Someone was going to get hurt.
And Blaine knew it would be Sebastian.
He had to find him, before it was too late.
It was kind of surreal, doing what he did. His father almost silently understood. In fact, Blaine wasn't even sure about what happened after he walked off like that. Was his dad alright? He could almost certainly say yes, his dad was a strong, influential man. He would get away safely. But he would be worried about Blaine, and probably come looking for him. However, once he found Sebastian, he was going to stay with him. Blaine had never felt such hatred for a man right now. How could you just kick your child out like that, onto the streets in a town like this? Now, it wasn't a bad town, but there were some bad people in it. It just worried Blaine.
When he finally arrived in East Park, it was dark out. Which meant it was more frightening to be alone, which meant he was in more danger. Or, including the task at hand, Sebastian was in more danger. He was probably vulnerable right now.
"Sebastian? Sebastian? Hey, man, are you here?" Blaine called in a loud, tenacious, but gentle voice. He heard a soft whimper from a bush next to him. When he went over to investigate, however, a black cat pranced out and proudly flounced its fuzzy, matted fur and deep yellow eyes at him. "Oh, you're not Sebastian… But hello." He answered to the cat, who promptly meowed at him. He would have missed it if the cat's ears hadn't twitched back. "Okay, seriously, either there's kittens or somebody's behind the bush." Blaine called out, glaring jokingly at the shrub after it shivered.
"… Go away…" He heard, unmistakably Sebastian's voice, whisper brokenly.
"Dude, what's wrong?" He asked, walking up to the bush. When he peered over, however, he kind of saw something he didn't want to. Sebastian had taken off his shirt and was using it as a pillow; the bush was obviously just for cover-up. He was curled into a fetal position with his hand over his face, probably hiding tears judging by his cracked voice. The cat hopped back under the bush and promptly settled itself next to the boy's stomach. Sebastian glared at Blaine through his sprawled fingers.
"I've named her Spooky, because she's black. We just met a few minutes ago, but she is looking for someone to snuggle up to, and I'm just looking for a blanket, so it works out well. Beneficial relationship." He remarked, falsely grinning up at Blaine, then promptly looking away.
"Sebastian… No, you're not sleeping like this." Blaine answered, shaking his head. He walked around the bush, which wasn't too long, but just long enough to cover a body. Blaine sat down, back facing the bush.
"I'm not leaving, I'm not going to risk the chance of you getting in trouble because of that dumbass that lives in my house and claims to be my father." Sebastian answered, finally removing the hand from his face to stroke the cat. He had definitely been crying, but the tears ceased to flow right now.
"Sebastian…" Blaine began, staring into the other boy's eyes with a look that Sebastian had only received from his mother. Sebastian was about to argue when Blaine finished what he was saying. "You have no idea what that means to me coming from you. It just shows you have a heart… No, if it means that much to you, I won't make you leave. But… You'll have to let me stay here with you. We can be each other's blanket, we'll both stay warmer that way." Blaine finished, smiling at Sebastian. The other boy could only smile back. He had never been greeted with such selflessness to compliment his own selfless act. He watched as Blaine removed his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked as Blaine folded his shirt into fourths.
"Stealing your idea so I don't get leaves in my hair. That… And it's nice to have your bare chest against someone's bare back every now and then." Blaine answered, smiling warmly. Blaine laid down next to the boy, then placed one arm around Sebastian and the other under his head. "So… Are you all right?" Blaine whispered tentatively into Sebastian's ear.
"It's just the usual drama. He's done worse. Just… Not when there are people over." Sebastian answered, trying to uncomfortably shrug of the question.
"Oh… By the way, when you first met me, you told me you didn't have relatives in France… But your dad kind of made it seem like you had a mom in France." Blaine gently inquired.
"I was lying to you to… To see you get flustered... Make you feel like you weren't paying attention to my words for obvious reasons." Sebastian answered lightly, also seemingly trying to uncomfortably shrug off the question again.
"Do you not feel like talking? You act like you don't really want to talk about anything." Blaine supplied, hugging Sebastian tighter in a comforting manner.
"Not really. I'm just angry and tired right now." Sebastian answered, trying his best to sound polite. Blaine nodded against the other boy's back, then gently leaned over and kissed the boy's cheek.
"Good night, Sebastian." Blaine said casually, as if sleeping behind a bush in a park was like sleeping at home in a bed.
Truth was, Sebastian wasn't tired; he just needed to think. What was going on with him? All that had changed about him, all because this boy had come into his life? Did he really make that much difference? A better question, was Sebastian willing to change? Did he really love Blaine, or was it just a phase? Was Blaine going to leave him?
"Sebastian?" Blaine said inquiringly, breaking his train of thought.
"Yes?" Sebastian answered back, feeling the hairs on his arms rise.
"You said you wanted me up in your room to talk to you. We're alone now, so, just so you know, you can tell me what you wanted to tell me." Blaine answered nervously. Sebastian sighed raggedly.
"Blaine… My dad is a drunk, I know that, and I kind of figured something like this would happen tonight. He rarely comes home not drunk. But what I need you to do is not tell anybody. If Social Services takes me away, they will ship me back to Paris to live with my mum. And that's it, goodbye America." Sebastian answered, this time simply closing his eyes rather than shrugging. Blaine couldn't see the single tear that fell down the boy's cheek.
"Sebastian… You shouldn't have to live with this. You shouldn't have to be suffering with that man, it is entirely apparent that he hates you." Blaine answered, stroking the other boy's chest.
"I do like France. The homophobic community there is much smaller. But the people there… They look down upon me, they call me a delinquent. And even though that's true… That isn't who I want to be, Blaine." At this point in Sebastian's speech, he was crying. "And every time I try to change, they brought me back down. That's why I came to America, for a fresh start. And so far, it's worse here because I don't have a sober parent to come home to." Sebastian finished, trying to dry his tears on his arm. "I don't know what I want, I guess it's just…. I want to be treated like a normal person…"
"Sebastian… I promise you, right now, I will do whatever I can to help you."
"Blaine… Could you… Transfer back to Dalton?"
And all Blaine could do was sigh. He hugged the boy in his arms tighter.
"We'll see."
There wasn't an answer to that question that wouldn't result in a hugely negative consequence.
Lose the one he loved? Or lose the one that loved him?
For those of you thinking 'doesn't Blaine love Sebastian?', yes, he does, but theoretically he still loves Kurt. Here's a confusing chart for those who are confused: Sebastian loves Blaine, but Blaine still sort of loves Kurt, but Kurt doesn't love Blaine anymore, so Blaine loves Sebastian. Technically, Blaine loves both Kurt and Sebastian, but he knows he'd have better luck with Sebastian. Sorry if that's confusion, just go with what your brain is telling you D: Also, forgot to mention thanks to one of my friends for helping me with my vocabulary in this chapter and some of the others She always knows what word to use when I'm clueless ^^; And, a HUGE thank you to all the people who have reviewed this fic, I have been encouraged to go on :D you have no idea what it means to me ^.^