Sebastian's eyes darted around the room trying to figure out where he was, he panted harshly as beads of sweat ran down his neck. I placed a hand on his shoulder; he jumped and grabbed my wrist so hard I was sure this time that it was going to bruise. Like last time Sebastian quickly let go.

"I'm sorry." He breathed out; I could tell he was still a little bit frazzled from his nightmare.

"It's okay, it's all okay." I assured, I wasn't talking about my wrist, I could really care less about my wrist.

Tears fought their way to Sebastian's green eyes, but he refused to let them free, he refused to let me see him cry. Sebastian gently grabbed my wrist and pressed a few kisses to the already bruising skin. Sebastian lifted his head and connected his lips with min. He pushed me back into the bed, his body on top of mine. , He wasn't going as far as to make out with me; he just kept pressing his lips to mine, just trying to feel me to know that I was still here.

"I'm here Sebastian. I'm not going anywhere." I assured him once more and the dam between him and his emotions broke and he was soon silently sobbing into my neck, I put my hand on the back of his head, my fingers running through his hair. I used my other hand to rub circles into his back. I felt like crying myself, Sebastian's life was more of a mess than I had previously thought and all I could do was hold him until he was done crying. We fell asleep like that, my arms around him, however, when I woke up Sebastian was nowhere to be found. I had originally thought that maybe Sebastian had gotten up early and would be waiting for me downstairs but that wasn't the case.

Which was why I was surprised when I saw him on the bus. He had changed his clothes and he looked the same as when I had first seen him. Sebastian had his headphones in and he didn't even look at me. I felt a pang in my heart. Did everything that had happened to us mean nothing? Kurt pulled me into the seat next to him. It felt like I hadn't seen him in years and to tell you the truth I was over the moon to see him, he looked the same still perfect.

"How are you doing sweetie?" Kurt asked taking my hand in his.

My eyes flickered over to Sebastian but he was still ignoring me. Kurt saw this and was worried that I was remembering what he had done to me.

"Don't worry; I would let him touch you ever again." Kurt said glaring at Sebastian, but the delinquent didn't turn around.

I wanted to tell Kurt that it was alright, that Sebastian and I were on good terms, but I couldn't. I couldn't admit that I had been fooling around with someone who Kurt thought was the scum of the earth. Plus I didn't even know what my relationship with Sebastian was. I know I told my dad that he was my boyfriend, but now I wasn't so sure. If we were then why was he ignoring me like this?

Algebra 2 rolled around and I had hoped that Sebastian would talk to me there, that maybe the whole thing on the bus was because Kurt was there, but again this wasn't the case. He sat at his desk with his head down, eyes closed and music blaring loudly from his headphones. I sat down next to him at a desk that was pushed up against his. Sebastian didn't stir so I assumed he was asleep. No one said anything about him, not even Mr. Shue, they just kind of ignored him. I put my hand on his back to give him a backrub thinking that maybe the was stressed or something and suddenly Sebastian's eyes shot open and he glared at me so hard that I felt myself shrink into my seat. I retracted my hand and felt mixed feelings of confusion and hurt.

During lunch Kurt tried his best to cheer me up by talking about things I liked, but my mind was somewhere else. Kurt sensed this and left me alone as he talked to Blaine about peach colored shoe polish or something. I couldn't figure Sebastian out, he seemed different everyday with no explanation whatsoever. Given he did explain himself about the slushiee incident, but everything else was a mystery. The rest of the school day was a big blur I couldn't concentrate on anything; all I could think about was Sebastian. Why was he acting like this? Why was he ignoring me? And what was that nightmare about and why had it spooked him so bad? I was brought back to attention when a teacher called on me, I turned red as I told her that I wasn't paying attention and she looked a little shocked, but continued on with her lesson.

After school I stopped by the theater, Sebastian still had detention and I was hoping to find him there and to my relief he was. The set Sebastian was painted for the drama department looked really nice he certainly had a talent for art. The brunet sat cross-legged on the ground a paint brush in his hand, a bucket of paint to his side, paint covered jeans and a missing leather jacket that had been left in an auditorium chair along with his ratty backpack. He was meticulously working on a patch of grass. I walked closer as quietly as I could, he face was hard with concentration and he had his bottom lip between his teeth. I walked onto the stage and sat down next to him, I smiled to myself because he still hadn't noticed me. It was so nice to see Sebastian intently working on something and it was so weird to see his guard down so low. It was a few minutes before Sebastian realized I was there, he turned to put some more paint on his brush and jumped almost a foot in the air when he was me.

"Shit Chandler, you scared me! You always seem to sneak up behind me when I'm here." Sebastian exclaimed continuing on with putting paint onto his brush.

I giggled a bit; smiling wide and when Sebastian saw this smile his face seemed to soften and it looked like he had just let out a breath he had been holding for a long time.

"Good you're smiling again." Sebastian commented with a beginning of a smile of his own growing on his lips.

"Need any help?" I asked. I was no artist but I could color inside the lines.

"Sure there's a brush over there." Sebastian said gesturing with his head over at a pile of paint brushes on the floor that was accompanied by a couple of other cans paint in all different colors.

I hurried over to grab one and when I looked back Sebastian was even more concentrated on his work it make me happy to see something that Sebastian was passionate about and that he enjoyed and be able to see him in his element. I came back and sat down on the other side of the paint can. I dipped my brush into the green paint and stared at the canvas in front of me, I saw how well Sebastian was painting the grass and I felt incompetent. There was no way I would be able to do this as well as Sebastian did.

"Hop to it Blondie." Sebastian called rising a pierce eyebrow is my direction.

"I'm just going to ruin it.' I protested moving to put the brush back into the can in defeat.

"It'll be just fine, start painting if you mess up I'll fix it so don't worry." He reassured me putting out a hand to stop me quitting.

I stared at the canvas again I still couldn't do anything; it looked so nice I didn't want to mess all of Sebastian's hard efforts up. I heard Sebastian sign and he started crawling over to me, he took my right hand, the hand that held the paint brush, into his as he put his other hand on my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. Sebastian guided my hand up to the canvas and helped me begin painting the grass with small, quick strokes.

"There see? It's not so bad." Sebastian chuckled his breath hot on my neck.

"You better not get any paint on my outfit." I said gesturing to his white shirt that was now mostly green.

Sebastian grinned devilishly has he lifted the brush and drew a line on my face, I gasped as I felt the cold paint on my skin.

"What? I didn't get it on your outfit." Sebastian said with the smuggest look I've ever seen plastered onto his face.

I ripped the brush out of his hand began to write my name onto one of his bare arms. Sebastian chuckled, but he didn't move.

"Alright, alright you got your revenge. Can we go back to painting?" Sebastian asked grabbing my hand again.

"You're a punk." I fumed but let him once more guide the brush against the canvas.

"I know babe." Sebastian said kissing me on my now green cheek, he was lucky the paint dried fast and that he didn't come back with green lips although that would have been funny.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Sebastian spoke up again.

"I'm sorry I was rude to you on the bus and during math class." Sebastian whispered softly kissing my shoulder.

"Do I get an explanation?" I asked watching the lines of green appear from the brush.

"One, Hummel, he would kill me if he found out either that or explode into a pile of rage and rainbow glitter. Two, I didn't know what Karofsky, Puck or Azmio would do to you if they found out. I think we should keep our relationship a secret for a while. Is that okay babe?" Sebastian asked sincerely.

"Okay." I replied.

I waited a while before asking him a question that had never left my mind since last night.

"Do you always have nightmares?" I asked

There was another moment of silence before Sebastian answered.

"Not really, last night was just a fluke don't worry about it." He replied nudging me lovingly.

I knew he was lying, I knew there was something bothering that there was something more than what he was willing to tell me, but I wasn't going to be able drag it out of him like this. So I let it go for now, but it would always be in the back of my mind.

After a while Sebastian made me take over because I wasn't really helping when Sebastian was still doing all of the work. I was still worried that I wasn't doing a good job but Sebastian kept assuring me that I was. My arm was tired when the time was up and I followed Sebastian back into one of the changing rooms where there was a bathroom to was the paint off my cheek and to help clean the brushes. It was a small bathroom with no mirrors so Sebastian had to get the paint off because I wouldn't be able to tell whether I got it or not and on top of that we were practically pushed flush together. I was still blushing after we got out of there. We hung around on the stage for a couple minutes afterwards, I didn't have anywhere to go and Sebastian had packed snacks. And by snack I mean a bag of Doritos and a bottle of coke to share.

"It's like a little picnic." I commented taking a bite of my chip.

"Yeah, the shittest picnic known to man." Sebastian scoffed setting his jaw.

"Even so, I think it's perfect." I said smiling sweetly.

Sebastian leaned forward, his lips crashing onto mine. This kiss was mostly tongue and all I could taste was Doritos, coke and Sebastian. Suddenly the theater door swung open.

"Well, well what do we have here? I couple of fags fucking on the stage?"