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Blaine Anderson woke up on November 28th like he did everyday: Tired. He rolled out of bed, but still somehow managed to be surprised when his body hit the floor. In his current state, he would've sworn that he was hungover, but unless someone slipped him vodka in his sleep, then he was just sick. He had been stuck with the "Quality over quantity" way of being sick, meaning that he didn't get sick often, but when he did, it was a bitch. He was about to go tell his parents that he had to stay home when he remembered: He couldn't stay home today. Regionals was in a week, and they were finalizing the set list today in Glee Club. Dammit. His white blood cells had a tendency to get lazy at the worst times.

Blaine dragged himself to the kitchen, grabbed a dry piece of toast, (which tasted like it was tainted with metal) and went out to catch the bus.

It was going to be a long day.

6 hours and 10 Advils later, Blaine's sanity was hanging by a thread. He could barely form a coherent thought, much less sing his anticipated solo. Not to mention the medicine was making him practically fall over from fatigue, and the last thing he needed was another vapo-rape incident...

He stumbled into Glee Club feeling a foggy, blurry feeling, like he was in a dream. But, unfortunately, it was very much real, and the moment he stepped into the room he was bombarded with questions as if it was a personal vendetta. Being the new Rachel was stressful, he wondered how she had done it.

Blaine sat down and suddenly, everything started spinning. He was about to raise his hand to go to the nurse, when he hurled. Everywhere. But primarily on Kurt, who had just sat next to him adoringly. Blaine stared in horror and the vomit-covered vest that had a Marc Jacobs tag sticking out of it. God, he was going to be in the doghouse for that for awhile...

And that's the last thing he remembered before he blacked out.

He woke up a few hours later in the nurses office. She immediately started explaining.

"Your fever peaked, and because of all the medication you took, you passed out. No damage, though. I let your friend in a couple hours after you passed out." Her voice pierced Blaine's ears like bullets. Suddenly, he heard a snide cough from his other side. When he turned around- quite painfully, he might add- he was greeted with a sneer meerkat face staring at him like a puma before pouncing.

Sebastian.

God, he had to qualify for a restraining order. Sebastian had had an oh-so obvious crush on Blaine when he was in Dalton, even though Blaine had made it very clear that he was dating someone else. Besides that, they had had an interesting relationship as is, and Blaine was reminded of this every time he rubbed his eye. But even now, every few weeks Sebastian makes a surprise appearance, just checking to see if Blaine's opinion of him had changed. It never had.

And it never will.

"Long time, no see Blaine Warbler. How've you been? Has Kurt gotten so gay that he's actually started to make you sick? See, these are the downfalls to dating someone who could literally compete against Adam Lambert for 'Gay man of the Year'. I suppose the trophy would spout glitter..." Sebastian rambled on for so long that Blaine actually started to doze off. His insults had become so mundane that he could just tune out his visits. Just as he was starting to drift of, Sebastian shook him violently.

"Don't go dozing off on me now! There's roofies for that." Sebastian chided with a sinister wink.

"Look, Sebastian, I feel like my head is about to fall off, so could you get to whatever point you are currently masking by taking slams at my boyfriend?" Blaine muttered, adjusting his pillow.

"Alrighty, Blainers. Here's my point: We should hook up." Sebastian said saucily."No." Blaine said plainly, closing his eyes.

"You're going to regret this one day. One day you're going to get tired of banging a boy who's astrology sign is 'Gay'. One day you're going to want a man, not a boy."

"Kurt's more of a man that you'll ever be." Blaine protested, speaking out of instinctive defense, for he was already dozing off. Sebastian smirked.

"I wish, Anderson, for one fucking day, we could trade places. It might show you what you're missing." Sebastian said, opening the door and walking out.

Blaine's brain had hardly heard Sebastian's last comment. As he drifted into slumber, he wondered what had possessed Sebastian to be such a jerk.

He was about to find out.

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