A/N: I know this chapter is short. Sorry guys! We've had tornadoes all day (keep the victims who got hit hard in your thoughts and prayers).

Again, sorry for the spelling errors. Bare (bear?) with m, here. :)

And for those wondering, Kurt and Blaine will PROBABLY meet in the next chapter. I'm honestly not sure where this story is headed yet. I know what I want to do with it, but the details basically write themselves sometimes. Thanks for the feedback, guys!

Friday. It was Friday. After today, there would be no more classes until Monday. NYU was getting to be a bit difficult. The semester would end in five weeks (because it was now the beginning of April), and man was Blaine glad. He had made the mistake of taking seventeen hours of honors classes this semester. Despite what his parents urged him to do, he'll never do this again.

He was stuck in his three o'clock calculus class listening to Dr. Bennet droning on and on about the first fundemental theorem. Damn, this was getting old. He was majoring in English. He was going to be a lawyer- or that's what was expected of him. But why the hell did he need to know calculus for that? He stared at the clock, silently pleading it to hit four o'clock already. He was planning on going out this weekend. Anywhere, really. Sebastian was meeting him at hs dorm a little after class so he could shower and get ready. Blaine wasn't sure if this was a date or not, but one thing he was sure of was Sebastian wanted to get in his pants. He'd made that clear from the first time they'd met each other six months ago, Blaine coming home from the library and Sebastian coming home from a frat party. Sebastian was drunk, so Blaine let him sleep in his bed. He was cute; what harm could it do? Since that night they had been dancing around each other constantly. Flirty texts were exchanged, a few kisses were stolen, and a few feels were copped. However, Blaine didn't want to go all the way with someone until he was in a committed relationship he knew would last. Blaine thought it was noble; Sebastian found it irritating.

"Your homework is on the website. You're free to go," Dr. Bennet announced. Blaine snatched up his bag and hauled ass out of the lecture room. He was free. At least for two days.

As he strided down the sidewalk, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at the screen; ugh, it was his parents.

"Hi sweetie! How are you? How is school?" his mom bellowed before he even got a chance to say hello. Her cheery, high pitched voice made his ears ring.

"Fine. I just got out of calculus." he murmured.

"Oh, we know that honey. That's why I called. We went online and saw your grade in that class. We're a bit concerned." Lisa Anderson still sounded just as cheery as every. Yep, that was his mom. The most passive aggressive witch he's ever met. And no, he was not going to call her a bitch. He wanted to, though. So bad. He always had, but he still clung to the memories of her when he was little- the mother who loved him, no matter his sexuality- and couldn't disrespect her. It was a lame excuse, he knew it, but that's what kept the tears at bay. It he broke now, he'd be broken forever.

But back to the problem at bay. "Of course you looked up my grades, Mom. How have I disappointed you this time?" Blaine deadpanned.

"You have an 84 in calculus, Blaine," This time it was his father on the phone. "I'm concerned. You've never gotten this low a grade." The difference between his mother and his father was while his mother was extremely passive agressive, his father was just aggressive. Alan Anderson sure did know how to push Blaine's buttons, as well as his wife's.

"Dad, an 84 isn't bad. I don't know where you got that far-fetched concept." Blaine replied exhaustedly. His parents held him up to such a high standard.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm your father; I better be shown some respect," Alan growled. But as fast as he'd gotten angry, his mood had returned to normal. "Now, tonight your mother and I will have a Skype study session with you. I remeber calculus like it's my second language."

"No, I-"

"It's completely necessary, Blaine.

"Dad, I-"

"And don't think we'll do this every time, young man. You have to start taking initiative with your studies. If you're going to be a lawyer, you can't be slacking like it seems you're doing now. We had a close call with your chemistry class last semester-"

"Actually, Dad, I'm going out for the night." Blaine practically yelled. He had to yell; it was the only way his dad would shut up and actually hear him.

Now both of his parents were talking at the same time. His mom was saying, "Oh honey, you need to stay and work. We can't have you failing," while his dad yelled "The hell you are." Blaine was growing tired of this. Why couldn't he save someone supportive? He was eighteen, for crying out loud. He was unhappy. He didn't want any of this. He was being forced into a future he wasn't comfortable with.

"First of all, Mom, an 84 isn't failing. Actually, it's pretty far above passing. And Dad, I'm an adult. I make my own decisions, and I'm going out tonight." Blaine couldn't come out with all he was feeling, but that was a start.

"With one of your faggot friends, I presume?" his mom asked, voice still annoyingly leveled and high pitched.

"You know good and well, Lisa, it's with one of his flaming buddies. He's in college now. They're everywhere, and now our son can't help himself. He's probably fucking everything with a-"

"I'm done here." Blaine interrupted his father's yelling fit and hung up the phone, shoving it into his back pocket. No, he was eighteen, three-hundred miles away in New York; he didn't have to deal with this. That's one of the reasons he chose to move so far away. He had dealt with his father's abuse since he was fourteen and came out. Alan had alienated him for a year, penting up his rage until he finally let it all out on Blaine's mother. Lisa has been getting verbally abused every day since Blaine had come out. Alan had blamed her for his son's sexuality. And Blaine blamed himself for making his mother suffer. That was the reason his mother was so passive toards him; she hated him for what he'd done. What he'd made her husband become.

Blaine arrived at his dorm room about five minutes later, not in the slightest cooled down from his conversation with his parents prior. He stepped through the door and slipped his shirt off, getting ready for a shower before his night tonight. Was it a date? He wasn't sure. He sure hoped it was. Blaine wasn't sure how he felt about Sebastian. Sure, he was sexy as hell and his voice could melt butter, but he wasn't smart, and god was he a horndog. Always horny.

"Ooh, do I get an early show, sexy?" Speak of the devil. There Sebastian was lying on Blaine's bed, his pillow settled between the boys legs. Sebastian winked at him, and before he knew it, Blaine was striding towards his bed. Their lips smashed together forcefully, teeth clinking together and tongues fighting for dominance. Blaine's hands wandered all over Sebastain's chest while Sebastian's hands settled on Blaine's ass. A few moans escaped Blaine's lips as Sebastian massaged him through his pants. He needed this. He needed to be in the arms of someone who who cared for him. Or at least Blaine could pretend that Sebastian cared.

"What brought this on? I mean, not that I'm complaining..." Sebastian pulled away and asked. Blaine was annoyed. Why would Sebastian pick tonight of all nights to be morally virtuous and not super seductive? Blaine needed seductive. He needed to be used. But now the moment was gone, and so was Blaine's self-pity.

"Just had a bad day. Let's get going?" Blaine just wanted to leave. Sebastian didn't question it. He just walked towards the door as Blaine picked up out a shirt. They left campus without a word. Sebastian was driving. Honestly? Blaine didn't care where they went. As long as he found adventure. And with Sebastian, that wasn't hard to encounter.