A little later than planned tonight as I nearly forgot to upload! Sorry guys! So I'm uploading this from my friend's house tonight - she's basically my beta reader now :) Enjoy! C xx


Updated 25/05/2012 : RainySunnyEnding, sorry I didn't make Mike's backstory clear before. I've edited it to tell you a bit more about him :) C x


*Beep beep* *Beep beep*

Blaine's head pounded as he gently opened one eye, squinting in the mid-morning sun. His curtains had been left open, and the sun was flooding his room with light that was too bright for him to handle. He felt disgusting, groggy and incredibly uncomfortable after sleeping in his clothes rather than getting changed. Or at least taking them off.

Why had he decided to sleep in his clothes last night? Oh, that's right; Sebastian had bundled him into bed and then slept in the spare room. Had they argued? Had Blaine said something to piss him off? What happened last night? Blaine peered up at his bedside clock, the little digital face boldly informing him that it was twenty seven minutes past one. Sebastian would be at work right now, teaching music at Dalton Academy just outside the city.

Blaine didn't know how long he'd slept for. He didn't even know what time he got home last night. All that he knew was that he'd drunk way too much.

He searched himself for his phone; it wasn't in his pockets, or in his bed, or even on either of his bedside tables. He sat upright; the quick movement making his head spin, and looked blearily about his bedroom floor. Eventually he got up and started to move things around, thinking of all the places where his phone usually turned up.

*Beep beep* *Beep beep*

Blaine stumbled out of his bedroom holding his head; each step he took echoed inside his skull and the rest of his apartment was just as bright as his bedroom, if not brighter. He looked around his apartment, using the doorframe as support. He took a few steps forward before stumbling upon his jacket, his foot getting tangled up in the sleeves, then righted himself before attempting to bend down to pick it up before deciding that leaning forward was definitely not a good idea. Instead, he lowered himself slowly until he was sat on the floor next to his jacket and rummaged through his pockets until he came across his phone.

17 new messages.

8 missed calls.

All from Sebastian.

"Fuck." Blaine whispered to himself before opening the most recent few texts.

'Blaine, will you answer your phone? I really need to talk to you S xxx'

'You can't still be in bed! Answer! Xxx'

'Blaine. You may be hungover but this is fucking ridiculous! Answer your bloody phone! S'

Blaine looked through the missed calls. The most recent one was from about three minutes ago. Blaine hesitated for a few seconds before pressing the dial button, and then held the phone up to his ear. The dial tone was deafening and Blaine felt around the sides of his phone to find the buttons that changed the volume before a crackly voice distracted him.

"Blaine! Thank God. Why the hell weren't you answering me?" Blaine winced at how loud Sebastian's voice was in his ear.

"Sorry, Seb," Blaine mumbled, rubbing his forehead with his other hand. "I've only just gotten up. How much did I drink last night?"

"A lot. Look, Blaine, I have something to tell you." Sebastian's voice was sharp and firm and Blaine could tell his patience with him right now was wearing thin.

"What's up?" Blaine felt his chest tighten and his heartbeat echoed in his ears. His hangover seemed to melt away, and he became alert to Sebastian's words.

"Mum phoned me this morning. Apparently my Nan isn't very well. I'm going to go and visit her for a few days." Blaine sighed heavily. He'd met Sebastian's family, and he knew how devoted Sebastian was to his Nan.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked, more because he felt like it was the right thing to say than anything else.

"No, no, you can't leave New York." Sebastian objected. "You have West Side Story. It's okay, I'll go by myself and I'll call you when I get there."

"When-" Blaine swallowed hard. He didn't really want Sebastian to leave, not now. His first night on Broadway may have gone perfectly, but Blaine still needed the support of his boyfriend to reassure him that he was doing well. "When are you going?" The phone went silent, and Blaine started to feel himself panic. He looked at the display on his phone to make sure the call was still connected before pressing the phone back to his ear again. "Sebastian?"

"I'm going to fly out tonight." Sebastian's Nan lived in Green Bay, Wisconsin, and the rest of the family had all congregated there to help her through her illness, and to be there for each other should the worst happen. Blaine's heart sank. He wished that he could go with Sebastian and be there to comfort him, but Sebastian always insisted that Blaine put his career first, especially now that he had landed the lead role in West Side Story. "Blaine, I can't ask you to drop everything at such short notice," Sebastian said, sensing the silence on the other end of the line. "It's easier for me; I'm just a teacher-"

"You're not just a teacher, Seb." Blaine interrupted. "You're amazing at what you do, you run the Warblers and the boys love you at Dalton."

Sebastian chuckled on the other end of the line. "Thanks, B. But, you know what I mean. Will can just get someone to cover my lessons until I'm back, and the boys can handle practice without me."

"Yeah, and I have an understudy. I can easily come with you." Blaine argued. He didn't want Sebastian to be alone, but he knew that he was on the losing side of this discussion.

"Blaine; no means no." Sebastian half-laughed, half-scolded. "Look," He sighed. "I love you, really I do. But I don't want to pull you away from New York and Broadway and your friends and take you to a depressing, awkward situation for you. And, to be honest, B, I'd rather go by myself, y'know?"

Blaine understood, but it still hurt him to hear it. He understood what Sebastian was saying, and he knew that he was right; he wouldn't be comfortable in the middle of Sebastian's family. He would feel like he was imposing, and he would make the whole family feel awkward. Not that they especially liked him, anyway. Despite the few years it had taken for the family to adjust to Sebastian being gay, they weren't exactly thrilled to see him with young, naive Blaine. He sat silently for a few seconds, fiddling with the hem of his trousers whilst he tried to think of something to say that would make Sebastian agree with him. But his mind was blank.

"Okay," He said eventually. "But, you'll phone me as soon as you land, right?"

"I will."

"And you'll call me if there's any… news?"

"I will."

The two men sat silently on either end of the phone, waiting for the other to come up with a conversation starter, but as the minutes racked up they found that they just didn't want to say goodbye.

"Promise me you'll be as brilliant tonight as you were last night." Sebastian finally said. Blaine felt tears threatening to run down his cheeks any second; Sebastian had always been so supportive of him, and it was only now, when Blaine knew that he wasn't going to be watching him perform, he realised how much he took it for granted.

"I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. And-" Blaine interjected. "I'm sorry, about last night. And about your Nan. Give her my best, yeah?"

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you, too."

And with that, Sebastian hung up the phone. Blaine tossed his phone onto the floor and rubbed his temples in circular motions.

Slowly, the pounding in his head resumed and he groaned again. He felt ill. Every inch of his skin felt like it was covered with a layer of grime. Slowly but surely he stood up and staggered his way back into his bedroom. He peeled his jumper off over his head, and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud, and then undid the buttons on his shirt. He let the fabric slide off his arms and down to the floor as he walked towards the door that led off of his bedroom to his en-suite.


The aroma of coffee stung Kurt's nostrils as he entered the staff room. There were circular tables spread out about the room with teachers sat around them, nursing their cups of coffee as they exchanged gossip that they had overheard from their students. Kurt made his way to a table on the other side of the room where his colleagues, Rachel, Tina and Rory, were admiring Rachel's new piece of jewellery.

"It's beautiful!" Tina whispered, awestruck as she admired Rachel's engagement ring. Rachel smiled broadly, revelling in the attention. Rory was leant in close to Tina, trying to get a good view of the ring. Kurt sat silently down next to them, sitting to the side so that he was viewing the entire exchange.

"Congratulations, Rachel," Rory smiled looking up at her. His thick Irish accent still gave Kurt shivers whenever he spoke. Rory had come to New York the year before straight from Dublin, completely turning his life upside down to be the first professor of set and costume design at NYADA. Tina was one of the dance teachers at NYADA, but she was also one of the teachers with the most free time in her schedule, meaning she often served as a substitute teacher when a lesson needed covering. Her boyfriend, Mike, was a professional dancer and had appeared in several music videos and had even once had a part in a film as a member of a dance group, although he wasn't given many lines. He came in to Tina's lessons once a week if he could take the time out of his schedule, assisting her lessons and demonstrating any techniques that Tina herself couldn't do.

Whilst they chatted, Kurt found himself daydreaming for the fourth time that day. He could not stop thinking about Blaine, and every now and again his imagination got carried away and he pictured them talking, strolling together through Central Park whilst they caught up on the past sixteen years of their lives, and occasionally, his mind would drift back to when they were 9 years old, and that morning when Blaine had left for New York…

"Kurt?" Rory's voice pulled him back to the present, and Kurt looked up to see that he, Tina and Rachel were all looking at him. He looked between them all, trying to recollect what had happened. "Break's over, buddy," Rory chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "Back to classes, I'm afraid."

"Oh," Kurt muttered. "Right, yeah. Class. Okay." Dazed, he rose from his chair and followed the rest of the teachers out of the classroom into the busy corridor. Rachel was at his side as soon as Rory and Tina were gone.

"So," She said. "What's up?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt looked at her and raised a single eyebrow, intrigued by Rachel's sudden questioning as they wove their way through the sea of students towards their respective classrooms.

"You've been spacing out all day." Rachel explained, pulling Kurt's arm to a stop in the middle of the corridor. "Something's up. Something's on your mind and you won't tell me." She frowned, searching Kurt's face for some sort of explanation.

"Nothing," He replied defensively. "Nothing's up. Am I not allowed to think about things anymore without something being wrong?" He raised his eyebrows at Rachel, his tone sarcastic.

"Kurt…" Rachel chided, knowing that Kurt was keeping something from her.

"Okay, okay." Kurt sighed, folding his arms across his chest. He looked up and down the corridor around them, the last few straggling students being the only other people but them. "Y'know the new Tony in West Side Story?" Rachel nodded. "I know him. Well, I did. We were friends as children and I haven't seen him for sixteen years. And now," He sighed heavily, looking at the floor. "Now I can't stop thinking about him."


The warmth of the water was pure bliss as it cascaded down Blaine's body. He leant against the wall of the shower and let it flow down his back, the backs of legs and over his shoulders onto his chest. His hangover slowly melted away, the flowing water pulling it away like fingers gently pushing aside a spider's web.

Looking up into the stream of water, Blaine shut his eyes tightly and ran his hands through his hair. Sebastian was flying out sometime tonight – Blaine didn't know when – and he didn't know when he would be back, let alone if he would bring back good news.

Blaine needed to see him. And soon.

Turning the water off, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the airing cupboard, tying it around his waist. He glanced at his alarm clock and saw that the time was coming up to three. He had to be at the theatre in two hours to prepare for the show at six, which meant that he only had two hours to try and see Sebastian in person before he flew out to Wisconsin.

Seizing his phone, Blaine dialled Sebastian's number and listened nervously to the dial tone. Please pick up, please pick up, he thought to himself as he stood in the middle of his bedroom, water occasionally dripping from his hair and running down his spine, making him shiver. "You have reached the voicemail of Sebastian," The recorded message rang out, Sebastian's cheery voice making Blaine miss him even more. "Unfortunately, I can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message after the tone and I'll call you back when I can."

"Sebastian," Blaine started after the beep. "It's me, obviously. Look, I really want to see you before you get on the plane. I don't want to leave things at what happened last night. Just… phone me back, okay? Love you." Blaine hung up on Sebastian's answering machine and threw his phone onto his bed.

He paced a few times, watching his phone and waiting for it to ring. But after a minute passed he found himself growing frustrated and dialled Sebastian's number again. For the second time, the cheery recorded message informed him that Sebastian wasn't picking up.


Kurt sighed with relief as the final bell rang out to signify the end of another school day. He watched as his students filed out of his classroom and turned to his desk to gather up his things before heading home. After his confession to Rachel earlier that day, she had insisted that Kurt should go to see Blaine at the theatre and talk to him, and Kurt had agreed that he would at least think about it.

And he had. He had thought about it a lot over the past few hours, and had decided that now were as good a time as any, and if he was going to go he should really do it either tonight or tomorrow, before he decided that it was just a stupid idea and backed out. He shut his briefcase, lifted it off his desk and walked out of his classroom with an evident spring in his step.

"Kurt!" Kurt turned to see Rachel and Finn stood together down the corridor, walking towards him hand in hand. "Kurt, I'm going to Finn's tonight so you can drive home." Rachel smiled, lightly throwing her keys to Kurt, who caught them and smiled in return. Before he could reply, Rachel and Finn hurried off in the other direction, leaving Kurt by himself. He shook his head lightly, smiling to himself, and made his way to the parking lot, flipping the keys over in his hand.

By the time he reached Rachel's Kia, Kurt was already mentally piecing together numerous outfits that he could possibly wear that night.