I'm sorry it took so long to write this chapter; I've had the worst writer's block lately. I hope you enjoy this chapter, please let me know what you think.
Blaine wasn't sure when it happened but somewhere in his first three weeks at Dalton he and Sebastian Smythe became really good friends. By the second week the two were practically attached at the hip. It surprised everyone, no one more than Blaine. They were so different, they held opposite stands on almost every topic, but somehow it didn't seem to matter. Blaine marveled at how easy things were, they could talk for hours about anything, which more often than not they did. There was, however; one subject the two rarely discussed, a certain six-foot tall topic with curly hair and a jealousy complex. Talking about Jesse meant Blaine had to remember that Sebastian had a boyfriend, a beautiful, talented and unbalanced boyfriend. The thought made Blaine's stomach twist in the most uncomfortable way.
"How crazy is it that six months from now we are all gonna be in college, in different states? Isn't it crazy!" Nick prattled as they wrapped-up lunch in the quad.
"Yes, Nick, it's crazy. It's exciting, but could we go one day without you making that exact same speech." Sebastian breathed, as he grabbed a grape off Blaine's plate, popping it in his mouth, smirking at Blaine's fake scowl.
"Well, sorry if I'm excited. Not everyone can enjoy life with such marked apathy. Do you ever get tired of giving so little of a shit?" Nick questioned jokingly.
"No." Sebastian answered in earnest.
"I'm excited." Jesse spoke, intertwining his fingers with Sebastian. "UCLA is going to be amazing. Where are you going, Blaine?"
"NYADA." Blaine answered shortly; it was never a good sign when Jesse signaled him out. It normally meant there was a snide remark or cleverly worded insult coming his way. Before Jesse could make his move, Jeff piped in much to Blaine's relief.
"NYADA? That's awesome." He smiled.
"Yeah, it's gonna be so cool. It'll suck moving to a city like New York and not knowing anyone though."
"Well, you might have at least one friend. Sebastian did you ever decide about Columbia?" Jeff asked looking at the tall boy. Sebastian's fork stalled on the plate, his body going rigid and still.
"What are you talking about, Jeff?" Jesse asked shifting away from his boyfriend. "Sebastian, what is he talking about?"
"I thought he knew." Jeff said in a defensive whisper to Sebastian. Sebastian still hadn't moved to answer Jesse's question, or even chastise his friend. Sebastian's eyes had gone wide, and his lips set in a flat line.
"Sebastian?" Jesse asked again his voice edging onto hysterics..
"I was going to tell you." Sebastian finally spoke, his eyes still trained on the nearly empty tray in front of him.
"Tell me what? You're going to USC, you said you were going to USC." Jesse's voice was an octave higher when he spoke.
"I said I got into USC, and it was a great school, but-" Sebastian was quickly cut off.
"You said you were going. Me at UCLA, you at USC. That was the plan!" Jesse shouted, slamming his hand down onto his tray causing a loud clatter that drew even more eyes to their table.
"That was your plan; look I didn't say I wasn't going to USC. I just want to weigh my options."
"Weigh your options? I didn't even know you had options! Where else did you apply?"
"USC, Stanford, Columbia, University of Chicago, and Dartmouth."
Jesse looked blankly at Sebastian. "Half of those are on the east coast, 3000 miles away from LA."
"Look, its not that big of a deal, I mean I haven't even decided yet."
"Exactly, that's the problem! Why would you apply to places on the other side of the country? Why didn't you even tell me you were applying to them?"
"Honestly?" Sebastian turned to look directly at Jesse. "I wasn't exactly thrilled to have to deal with this reaction."
"I can't believe you! Actually, you know what? I take that back. This is exactly the kind of selfish, shady crap you would pull." Jesse harshly jerked his body away from Sebastian, trying to force space between them.
"Listen-"
"Shut up! When were you going to tell me? When we were buying the plane tickets to L.A.?" Sebastian sat still, a distant look in his eyes. "Sebastian, answer me!" Jesse yelled in frustration.
"I thought you wanted me to shut up." Sebastian said coolly.
"I think you've shut up for too long. You keep everything a secret; it's like pulling teeth to find out how your day went! I'm so sick of this!" Jesse yelled, abruptly standing up and storming away from the table.
"Jesse, wait!" Sebastian yelled after him, darting after his distraught boyfriend, cutting him off before he could leave the courtyard. "Will you just let me explain?"
"There's nothing to explain! You want to go off to Columbia, go to Columbia. See if I give a shit!" Jesse yelled petulantly.
Sebastian looked around, taking note of the eager listeners scattered around the quad. "Can we discuss this somewhere where half the school isn't ease-dropping."
"You don't want people to hear about our problems? Stop causing problems!" Jesse yelled, stepping into Sebastian's personal space.
"I didn't do anything! You're just trying to pick a fight! Well congratulations, Jesse! You've succeeded! You want to air our dirty laundry in public? Well go ahead, but don't expect me to stand here and take it!" Sebastian screamed, his face turning bright red.
"Fine, walk away! Walk away like you always do!" Jesse called after him.
"You are such a fucking Drama Queen!" Sebastian screamed, turning back to Jesse.
"And you're an asshole, so I guess we're even!" Jesse countered.
"Not wanting to plan my future around a high school relationship makes me an asshole?"
"That's all we are, a high school relationship? You are so fucking self-involved!" Jesse's face was twisted in anger; his eyes bright and shiny with rage and unshed tears that were beginning to well up.
"I'm self-involved? Are you fucking kidding me! You want me to base my whole future around where you're going! And now you're pissed because you can't even begin to fathom that all my decisions aren't based on you, that the whole world doesn't revolve around the great Jesse St. James! So now you're going to stomp around and throw a tantrum because you think it will make me change my mind and give you what you want. Grow the fuck up, Jesse and stop acting like a child!" Sebastian spewed, his face turning a whole new shade of crimson, whether it was from anger or simply the lack of oxygen from screaming so long without stopping, was unclear. Jesse shrunk back, his eyes glassy as treacherous tears threatened to spill.
"You're so mean, I don't now why I even try..." Jesse choked out.
"Then why do you? Let's just end it right now so we can both move on with our lives." Jesse stood there awestruck, unable to really believe the words his boyfriend had tossed out so easily.
"Nick was right, you really don't give a shit about anything, do you? Not even me." he half whispered.
"I can't do this right now." Sebastian said in surrendered resolution, he began to walk away.
"Sebastian, we're not done talking!" Jesse called after him.
"Well I am." Sebastian answered back, not even looking at Jesse. "Let's go, Jeff. We're gonna be late for Latin." He muttered as he grabbed his bag off the table.
"Dude, are you ok?" Jeff asked timidly.
"Let's not, ok." Sebastian sighed, as he continued on his path, Jeff catching up quickly.
"Oh my god." Was all Blaine could muster, still shocked by the whole scene. He'd never seen two people in a fight that escalated so quickly in such a public setting.
"I know. That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Nick commented idly as he pushed around the remaining food on his plate.
"That was less bad for them?" Blaine asked shocked.
"Yeah, I mean the vein in Sebastian's forehead didn't pop out and Jesse didn't throw anything so all and all, not too bad." Nick smiled as he got up. "You ready to go to Lit?"
Blaine hated running, that fact was pushed into the forefront of his mind on his third lap around the track. The only good thing that came from P.E. class was that Blaine got a front row seat to Dalton's lacrosse team practices. Despite the ugliness at lunch, Blaine couldn't help but admire the lean muscles of Sebastian's body as the boy ran back and forth across the field shirtless. He got so lost in studying Sebastian's six-pack he didn't even notice that the boy was currently running toward him.
"Blaine!" Sebastian yelled through easy strides.
"Hey." Blaine smiled jogging up to meet Sebastian halfway. "What's up?"
"Are you going to Jeff's tonight?" Sebastian asked not even slightly out of breath.
"The party? Um, yeah. Are you?" Blaine asked kind of surprised.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
"Well, I just thought with everything today you wouldn't really be in the party mood."
"Look, if I hid in my house after every blow-up with Jesse, I'd never leave my room. I'll see you there, ok?" Sebastian didn't wait for a response before jogging back to practice.
"Ok, see you there!" Blaine echoed at Sebastian's retreating figure.
Blaine stood by himself in the corner of the rec room, watching a particularly uneventful game of pool. It was almost midnight and Sebastian still hadn't shown; Blaine wasn't sure if he was happy or sad about that. He highly doubted that anyone would want to be at a rowdy house party after getting into the type of screaming match Sebastian had engaged in earlier that day. However, sure enough when Blaine looked up from his beer there was Sebastian, looking effortlessly handsome as always in a black V-neck and skinny jeans.
They made eye contact across the room, Sebastian smirking in acknowledgement, giving Blaine a slight head nod before beginning to mingle with the other occupants in the room. Blaine hated the slight pang of jealousy that hit him, he knew it shouldn't bother him, but it did. Try as hard as he could he couldn't get a read on Sebastian. The boy blew hot and cold. One minute he was smiling and laughing, the next he was brooding off to himself. He'd talk to Blaine, borderline flirt really, and then be all over Jesse. Even this afternoon, he'd gone out of his way to make sure Blaine came to the party tonight, and then he showed up late and was now ignoring him. Blaine couldn't understand it; he hated it. In moments like these, Blaine wished he hated Sebastian. It would make it all so much easier, but he didn't hate Sebastian. Quite the opposite the Warbler feared.
The party went on like that for sometime, Sebastian did shots with the guys from the lacrosse team, played pool with a bunch of the football meatheads and then won a spirited game of beer pong with Jeff against Wes and David. Blaine meanwhile sulked in the corner, chatting with a few of the Warblers and nursing a luke-warm beer. Somewhere along the evening, Blaine had ended up sunk into the couch in the living room fooling around with his phone and trying to think of an excuse to leave early.
"Well aren't you the life of the party." Sebastian's voice called out as Blaine felt the cushion next to him dip. He looked over at Sebastian, the boy's cheeks were flushed from all the alcohol he had consumed and his words were coated in the stench of beer and tequila. Something that should have made Blaine scrunch his nose in disgust, but he found himself reveling in the odd mixture.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked blankly, putting his phone away.
"Why are you hiding in here? All the fun's outside." Sebastian murmured, tilting his back against the couch.
"I've noticed, you've been so high in demand tonight." Blaine said a little too bitterly for his own liking.
"So? I'm popular, people like me. What's wrong with that?" Sebastian asked his eyes staring into Blaine's.
"Nothing's wrong with it, its just…" Blaine stopped himself; maybe he'd had more to drink than he'd originally thought.
"It's just what?" Sebastian asked.
"Nothing." Blaine responded looking down at his hands.
"Its just what?" Sebastian repeated, moving close enough to Blaine that he could feel the heat radiating off Sebastian's toned body.
"I guess I just thought we were going to hangout tonight." Blaine admitted, a slight blush ghosting across his cheeks.
"We're hanging out now." Sebastian responded, shifting so his body was facing Blaine, who mirrored the action. "You don't really like parties, do you?"
"No, not really." Blaine answered, trying his best not to get mesmerized by the intensity he saw in Sebastian's eyes. This was the first time Blaine had ever been around Sebastian when the lacrosse captain was drunk. There was something so raw about him like this with his bravado stripped away. Sebastian was always so in control, even when he was screaming and fighting with Jesse, it was clear he always had the upper hand, always had the power. Cool and collected. Now he seemed different. Even his posture was more open; his eyes seemed to sparkle with something almost innocent.
"You're eyes are gold." Sebastian almost whispered, so low Blaine wasn't sure Sebastian had meant to say it out loud.
"They are?" Blaine breathed out.
"I thought they were hazel, but they're not. They're gold. I've never seen eyes like that before." Sebastian drawled, shifting closer to Blaine, giving Blaine a better view of his own glazed-over emerald orbs. The blood started whooshing in Blaine's ears, he could feel his breathe becoming slightly uneven as he continued to stare into the endless depths of Sebastian's eyes, trying desperately to see what lied inside the guarded boy.
"Well…I um-" Blaine was cut off as Jeff barged into the room.
"Sebastian?" Jeff asked; his voice held an exasperated tone that paired nicely with his annoyed expression.
"What?" Sebastian asked turning away from Blaine.
"Jesse's here. He wants to talk to you." Jeff relayed.
"What are you his messenger boy now? If Jesse wants to talk to me he can come in here and fucking talk to me, he doesn't need to drag our friends into it!" Sebastian's voice raised in volume, hoping Jesse would overhear his anger.
"You don't want me involved? Fine, then go out there and tell him to fuck off or make up with him, I don't care, I just can't listen to another one of his self-indulgent monologues tonight." Jeff threw back at Sebastian. Sebastian muttered several expletives under his breath as he got off the couch and went to the door. He sent one last look over his shoulder to Blaine before trudging off in such a way; one would have thought he was headed to meet the executioner. Jeff let out a long sigh of relief when Sebastian was gone. "I can't fucking deal with there bullshit anymore." He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I have my own relationship to deal with, I can't keep being their negotiator." Jeff finally looked up to meet Blaine's eyes. "Beer pong?" He asked, his voice straining to find its earlier light-heartedness.
A loud clamor of cheers erupted as Blaine sunk the Ping-Pong ball into the last remaining cup of the opposing team.
"Suck it!" Blaine's team partner, Trent yelled over at Wes and David who crumbled in mock-despair.
"Drink up, losers." Trent goaded as he poured the remaining beer on his and Blaine's side into two cups that he handed to Wes and David.
"Rematch?" David challenged before chugging his cup. Trent looked over at Blaine raising an eyebrow questioningly.
"I can't." Blaine sighed; he was beyond tipsy at this point, to be frank he was plastered. They had just finished their third game of beer-pong not to mention an epic round of flip cup Blaine, Jeff and Nick had one. Blaine was already pushing his limits.
"Fine…" David sighed.
"Here" Wes said placing four shots on the table. "To a good game." He announced as he distributed the shot glasses. They all raised their glasses, and against Blaine's better judgment he downed the clear liquid, grimacing at the foul taste.
"I should go sit down." Blaine said out loud, more to himself than the other boys. He felt the effects of the shot immediately; a new wave of wooziness hit him along with nausea. Blaine stumbled down the hallway trying to remember where the bathroom was. He could never hold his liquor when he started mixing and he wanted to be safe, rather than sorry. As Blaine turned the corner he saw Jeff and Nick standing outside the door he was sure was the bathroom.
"This is why I don't have parties!" Jeff yelled at the door, something that in Blaine's inebriated stated caused him to break out laughing. Jeff and Nick turned to look at him.
"Is someone already throwing up in there?" Blaine asked when his fit of giggles subsided..
"I wish." Jeff bit. "IT WOULD BE MORE SANITARY!" He yelled once again at the door. "I can't believe this!"
"Who's in there?" Blaine asked Nick.
"Sebastian and Jesse." Nick answered suppressing a smirk.
"Really, what are they doing in there?" Blaine asked, sick feeling of dread coming over him. His stomach once again doing an uncomfortable twist that seemed to happen whenever Jesse and Sebastian's names were said in the same sentence.
"What do you think?" Nick laughed playfully elbowing Blaine, and that when Blaine heard it. The unmistakable moaning coming from the bathroom, he wasn't sure how he hadn't before. It was loud and feral and accompanied by a vulgar smacking sound of flesh on flesh. Blaine stumbled back a step, he knew he shouldn't be this upset but he was. He was upset, he was disgusted, he was angry and jealous, but more than anything at that moment he felt sick. Truly sick to his stomach, and without any warning Blaine's mouth flooded with saliva as the bile in his stomach rose. Before he could even think, Blaine was spewing foamy vomit all over the hallway.
"Blaine!" Jeff squealed in shock.
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