Sorry it took so long guys but I've been lazy :( I hope you like this chapter, I like it myself :D

Now it we all ask really nicely maybe Sammy with write Sebastian's POV for this chapter *bats eyeslashes* only if you want to sweetie...

Chapter 5

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy; the sunlight had just leaked through the blinds and got me right in the eye. I groaned and snuggled deeper into-wait was that a person I just snuggled into? There's a person in my bed? I opened my eyes and nearly had a heart attack, next to me was the man that I had never even dream (okay maybe once) I would ever wake up next to, Sebastian; and not just any Sebastian, a shirtless Sebastian. He was sound asleep, arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I was about to yell at him for being in my bed, but then the memories of the other night flashed through my head and I didn't have to heart to shove him out. I began moving some hair out of his eyes when he woke up with a start, a hand going out, gripping my wrist a little too roughly. I yelped, trying to pull back, his eyes were wild and bloodshot and I was frightened, but he immediately snapped out of whatever trance he was in and let go as fast as he could.

"Crap! Sorry babe, I didn't mean to be so rough. Did I hurt you?" He asked, grabbing my wrist once more, but very gently and examining it for bruises or anything that wasn't there before.

"N-no. Wha-what happened?" I stuttered, trying to get a hold of myself.

"I just….I….I just have my guard up when I'm asleep, so it's probably better that you don't do that again. It's just the way I am." Sebastian explained, one hand running through his hair, another rubbing circles into my lower back.

"So what happened last night? How did you get that?" I asked, gesturing to his wound, but making sure no to touch it.

The brunet chewed the inside of his cheek, both hands on my waist pulling us flush together, I tried to not let that distract me. He hummed a little as he thought.

"Sebastian, you owe me the truth." I said, giving him a hard look.

His green eyes met my blue ones, and I had to teach myself how to breathe again, he really had the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen. He took a deep breath, and his defenses seemed to have lowered. I was finally going to get my answers.

"Do you know who David Karofsky, Noah Puckerman and Azimo are?" Sebastian asked, fingers playing with the hem of my sweatshirt.

I'd heard of them from Kurt, but I didn't really know much about them so I shook my head.

"They're kind of like me, except worse, but we are kind of a group and we all control parts of the school. Dave's got the North side, Puck's got the West side, Azimo's got the East side and I have the South side. It's kind of an unspoken thing, even we haven't talked about it, but anyway that's our area and all we do is bully people, screw who we want and wreak havoc. One rule though, you can't fall in love." Sebastian elaborated, "Do you see what I'm trying to say?"

I shook my head, that didn't really explain any of his actions.

The brunet sighed closing his eyes and putting his and mine foreheads together shaking his head a little. He opened his eyes and said,

"I'm in love with you dummy."

It took a while for my brain to process what he had just said and when it did my face turned bright cherry red and tears threatened to spill over. I had never been loved before, except by my parents, but I'd never been loved by someone my age.

"Hey, hey don't start crying yet, I'm not done with the story." He laughed, brushing some tears away with his thumb.

"Anyway, the other guys found out and they threatened to kill me if I didn't stop, and those guys, they don't joke around. So I tried to make you hate me, but the only thing I did was hurt you and I couldn't do it anymore, I can't keep playing this game. So I went up to them and I told them where they could stick their rule, then the next thing I knew I was dragging myself to your house, please don't ask me where I got your address, and praying that you wouldn't be too angry to help me." Sebastian finished with a small smile.

I just stared at him as if he had just grown a third eye. There were so many things floating around in my brain that I didn't know quite what to say, so I said the only thing that would come out of my mouth.

"You're in love with me?" I asked, that piece of information was hard for me to believe.

Sebastian just chuckled lightly, leaning closer and pressed his lips to mine. It was just a small kiss, there was no tongue or anything it was just a simple sweet peck on the lips.

"What do you think?" He asked raising an eyebrow and his signature smile back on his face.

I smiled like a fool; here I was in bed with the one boy I would never choose if I had my pick, snuggling with him, kissing him. I should be mad as hell at him but I couldn't because he loved me. Someone actually loved me and the funny thing is that I loved him back. I never thought I would especially since that first bus ride, I thought he would make my life a living hell, not make it better. Sebastian took the moment of silence to bury his face into my neck, drifting back to sleep.

"Wait, Sebastian what time is it?" I asked, trying to sit up but the brunet was not letting that happen.

"How should I know? Just go back to sleep, I'm tired." Sebastian groaned, giving me a squeeze.

I moved the best I could until I saw my alarm clock sitting on the dresser next to my bed. 7:58, two minutes until the bus was supposed to come and I was still in my pajamas with a boy wrapped around my body who didn't seem like he was going anywhere. To make things better there was a knock on my door. I thanked myself for remembering to close the door before climbing in bed with Sebastian who had passed out after stitching himself up.

"y-yes?" I squeaked, my heart pounding.

"How you feeling bud?" My dad asked the door knob being to turn.

My heart leapt out of my chest as I yelled,

"DON'T!"

My dad stopped immediately and there was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"Are you okay?" Dad asked, his voice full of concern.

"Y-yeah I'm just…uh…I'm a mess, my eyes are all puffy and red and my hair is a mess I don't want anyone seeing me." I stammered out, looking at Sebastian sleeping basically on top of me to the door back and forth.

"I've seen you a lot worse bud." He said, his voice sounded sad, I knew what he was referring to but I really didn't want to think of that at the moment.

"P-please, just don't come in right now." I said, trying to keep myself calm.

"Alright, I guess this means you're not going to school today?" He asked.

"If that's alright." I responded.

"Of course it is bud." My dad answered his voice soft and caring.

I felt bad for my dad that he had to go through that with me, I wish that he didn't have to; I wish that I wasn't like this.

The sound of footsteps made me breathe a little easier, my dad was pretty relaxed about what I did but I don't think he would appreciate me having a boy in my bed, especially a boy like Sebastian who looked like he just escaped from juvie. I looked over to said boy and he was fast asleep, I could feel his warm, even breath on my neck. I wanted to move hair out of his eyes or touch him in some way but after being manhandled like that I decided just to keep my hands to myself. I fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

I woke up to the sound of something hitting the floor. I shot up in bed looking around to see what it was that had fallen. I small groan made me look down and I saw that Sebastian had rolled off the bed, taking half the bed sheets with him. I sat on my knees and looked over the edge of the bed and looked down at the poor boy.

"Are you okay?" I asked, watching as he opened his eyes to look at me.

"Don't you dare laugh at me." He mumbled propping himself up on his elbows.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay, I never laughed at you." I said smiling at how much he was blushing because he fell off the bed, "Need help getting up?"

The only answer I got was another quick kiss on the lips. He slowly got up, throwing the sheets onto my head. I pushed the sheet back so that it was cover my body but not my head. Meanwhile Sebastian went to pick up his shirt that was still dirty with blood, he made a face at it, debating whether to wear it or not.

"You can borrow one of my shirts if you want." I suggested pointing towards the closet.

"With how small you are?" Sebastian snorted, eyeing me.

"I have some big sweatshirts that I used to wear." I explained.

He soon disappeared into my walk-in closet, his voice soon sounded from inside of it,

"Why do you have nothing but long sleeves? Doesn't it go ho-"He stopped in the middle of his sentence and everything was quite until he came out with a grey plain grey sweatshirt on.

"Aren't you going to finish your sentence?" I asked, I hated when people stopped mid-sentence and then didn't finish.

Sebastian looked my way, his eyes looked sad and pained as he walked over to me. He kneeled down and gave me one more kiss.

"Why do you do that?" I asked, my cheeks feeling red hot.

"Do what? kiss you?" He asked settling down on the floor as I was still lying on the bed.

"Yeah, why do you just lightly kiss me? I expected that the first time we kissed that it'd probably end up with your, um, t-tong-." I stuttered, but Sebastian finished for me.

"With my tongue in your mouth." He said, a small smirk blooming onto his lips, "well normally I would but I don't want to scare you. I'll only do it if you ask me to."

Sebastian leaned closer I could feel his breath against my lips; my heart was beating a mile a minute.

"Well…?" Sebastian asked, a small smirk teasing the corner of his mouth.

"We-well what?" I asked cursing myself for stuttering at a time like this.

He moved over so that his lips were now next to my ear and he whispered,

"Are you going to ask me to French kiss you?"

I went as red as a cherry, he didn't really expect me to ask something like that of him did he? A simple look in his eyes told me; yes he was. He took his initial position, his lips just inches away from mine waiting for me to ask. I felt my face turn an even brighter shade of red, why did he have to be like this.

"Will yo-you French kiss me?" I muttered, trying not to make eye contact with him.

"What was that I couldn't hear you."

I knew he had heard me I could hear it in his voice and by the way his smirk grew.

I took a deep breath and said as long as I dared,

"Willyoufrenchkissme!?" I said as fast as I could just so I could get it over with, this was so embarrassing.

Sebastian chuckled lightly, inching in closer.

"Que vous le souhaitez." Sebastian purred closing the gap between my lips and his.

The kiss was surprisingly slow paced and romantic not hot and fast like I thought it would be. We interlocked lips for a couple of minutes, soon I felt the swipe of Sebastian's tongue on my bottom lips, wanting me to let him in, I hesitantly did. I had never done anything like this before I was a bit afraid that Sebastian would decide that I was not good and just leave on the spot, but he stayed where he was his tongue gently trying to coax mine into joining in on the fun. I had almost for gotten about his tongue piercing until my own tongue ran over it, I jumped a little and Sebastian pulled away almost immediately.

"Wait." I breathed out, a hand going to cup his cheek, making sure that he wouldn't go anywhere, "It's fine I was just taking a little off guard."

He stared at me for a while his green eyes roaming the room, he got up so fast it scared me, causing me to fall backwards onto my back on the bed, suddenly Sebastian was on top of me looking like a lion that has just captured his prey. Our lips met again, this time Sebastian's tongue going straight into my mouth, he was done with playing the nice romantic gentleman and I wasn't complaining. I moaned lightly into the kiss as I felt Sebastian's tongue piercing against my own tongue a weird thing that turned me on that I would have never thought would. I yelped a little as I felt Sebastian cup me through my sweatpants, it soon turned into a moan as the brunet added pressure to my cock. I was too wrapped up in the pleasure and emotion that I didn't hear the door open and it wasn't until Sebastian stopped moving that I noticed something was wrong. I looked up at Sebastian whose eyes were now fixated on the door, he looked like a deer in headlights. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked to the door way.

There I was layed out on the bed, with a boy who looked like trouble on top of me with his hand between my legs, lips swollen, a moaning mess, my almost first time and my dad had just walked in on it.