Blaine has arrived! Yay!

BPOV

I feel terrible about today. I met Sebastian at the Lima Bean and told him about my breakup with Kurt. He's all the way in New York, and this long distance relationship was just too hard to keep up, so we mutually agreed to end things. It still made me sad though, and when Sebastian insulted him today, all my pent up frustration kind of exploded.

I felt horrible about some of the things I said to him, so I made up my mind to go and apologize. He may be smug and self-centered, but he didn't deserve all that. This is the reason I find myself parked in front of his house, trying to will myself to go in.

Taking a deep breath, I get out of the car, walk up the driveway and step onto the front porch. I reach out and knock on the door; it opens on its own. I see that the lock is broken, and I begin to worry. What happened here?

"Sebastian?" I call out. No one answers, but his car is in the driveway. He has to be here somewhere. And it's not breaking and entering if the door was unlocked, right? I let myself in and go about checking all the rooms for any sign of him.

I walk into the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks. Curled up in a ball on the floor, naked, bruised, and bloody, is Sebastian. I creep closer, trying to figure out what happened, although, if I'm being honest with myself, there are really only a handful of explanations.

I crouch down in front of him. He's still breathing. I reach out and touch his shoulder gently. He recoils like I've burned him.

"Please, don't hurt me anymore," he whimpers. "I can change, dad. Please…"

And right then and there, my heart breaks for him. "Sebastian," I say softly, "It's me, Blaine."

He cautiously opens his eyes, and they grow wide he recognizes me. He's trembling, and a tear escapes him. "Help me," he whispers. "Please."

"Alright. Everything is going to be okay," I tell him, though I have no way of being sure of this. "I'm here; I'm going to help you." Slowly this time, I reach out and wipe away the wet trail on his cheek. He doesn't flinch away this time, and I take it as a good sign.

I grasp his hand lightly as I pull out my cell phone and dial 911. I tell the operator that I need an ambulance and give her Sebastian's address. She asks me what the emergency is, and I honestly can't figure out what to tell her. "It's my friend," I say. "He's hurt really bad. I don't know what happened." She says that help is on the way and I hang up.

"It's okay Sebastian, help is on the way." I'm not sure if I'm saying this for his sake or for mine. I reach out and gently run my fingers through his hair, murmuring to him until I hear the sirens outside.

He hears them too, and a look of panic plays across his face. When he speaks, his voice is so faint that I struggle to hear him over the sounds of the EMTs. "Don't leave me," he pleads softly.

"Of course I won't leave you," I tell him firmly. "I'm staying right here. Just hang in there."

The EMTs find us quickly. Sebastian refuses to let go of my hand, so they have to work around me. He cries out when they move him onto the stretcher, and the sound is heartbreaking, but he doesn't fight them like the usual Sebastian would, which is how I know that something terrible has happened to him, something I'm not sure I know how to fix.

In the ambulance, Sebastian clutches my hand tightly as the medics work on him. There are so many questions I want to ask him, but now hardly seems like the right time. Instead I talk about nothing in particular in an effort to distract him. It seems to work a little bit. His eyes stay locked on mine the whole time. Eventually I run out of things to talk about, so I start singing. The first song I think of is an old lullaby my mom used to sing to me, and I figure it'll work as well as anything else.

Small craft in a harbor,

That's still and serene,

Give no indication what their ways have been.

They rock at their moorings,

All nestled in dreams,

Away from the roll of the sea.

Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow we pray,

Come harvest aplenty to them everyday,

Till guided by harbor lights they're home to stay,

Away from the roll of the sea…

Sebastian closes his eyes as he listens, and his grip on my hand loosens a little bit. He breathes a little deeper, and I finish the song. When he opens his eyes again, the fear has faded a bit.

"Thanks for that," he whispers.

The fragile calm doesn't last very long. The hospital staff pull him away, and his hand slips out of my grasp. I try my best to stay with him, but some of the staff are holding me back.

"It'll be okay, Seb!" I call after him before he disappears through a door.

He must have put up some fight, because it can't be more than five minutes before someone comes to get me. When I walk into the room, Sebastian is in a full out panic, and I understand why they've let me in.

"Seb, what's wrong?" I ask gently.

"I…I'm scared." He looks like it pains him to say it.

I reach out and take his hand again. "It's alright. No one here is trying to hurt you. I'm here now. Just take some deep breaths."

Sebastian nods and tries his best. I continue to murmur to him, and it seems to calm him considerably.

We stay like that for a while, until one of the nurses speaks up. "Mr. Smythe? We're going to have to put you under anesthesia."

That panicked look is back in his eyes, and he looks at me. "Don't worry," I tell him gently. "You'll be fine. I'll be right here when you wake up." He nods slowly and they give him the medicine. His grip on my hand slackens, and I am ushered out to wait.

There are so many questions, and none of them have simple answers. Like when did I become so attached to him, and what is it exactly that I feel towards him? There's no way to find the answers now, so I sit down in a chair and wait to see him again.

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~TheSongSmith