A/N: Okay, so here's the second part to the last chapter of the "...of you" series. One more part to go after this :) (Warning: mention of Blaine/Klaine)

"Did you see that toss that Foley made?" Sebastian laughed, wiping the sweat off his brow with his towel. "What the fuck's up with that weak ass right arm?"

Sebastian double checked his cleats for mud clods before he walked through the door to the dorms. He was thoroughly exhausted from practice and all he needed was another nag fest from Cedric the janitor for tracking mud over the floors. Sebastian often wondered if Dalton Academy actually paid the man to clean or to argue with the students.

"What do you think's up with it?" Derek, his co-captain, laughed, making a rude gesture up and down his lacrosse stick with his hand. Sebastian shook his head and chuckled.

"Yeah, well, considering how long it's been since he's seen Cynthia I imagine that right hand of his sees a lot of action," Sebastian quipped. "No wonder he can't pass worth shit."

Derek nearly doubled over with laughter, clapping Sebastian on the shoulder.

"You would think all that exercise would improve his wrist strength," Derek choked out.

"No way, man," Sebastian said. He caught a pair of intense eyes staring at him from across the commons and his laughter died a bit in his throat. "Have you ever heard of carpal tunnel? Repetitive motion sickness?"

Derek broke down again, laughing enough for both of them since Sebastian stopped laughing when the pristinely dressed Warbler eying him from across the room got up from his seat and approached the two lacrosse co-captains.

"Hey, Derek," Blaine said with the impression of a sincere smile on his face, but Sebastian couldn't help the feeling that something about his cheerful demeanor felt off. "You guys have a good practice?"

"Hey, Blaine!" Derek raised a hand and offered Blaine an enthusiastic high-five. "Don't you know it!"

Derek only knew Blaine in passing. They had the same A. P. Biology class together. Derek wouldn't sense anything wrong with Blaine, but Sebastian saw it hiding in the dark glint in his eyes, the way they shifted from Derek's face to Sebastian's, lingering for longer than necessary, and then back to Derek.

"You shoulder consider trying out for the team," Derek offered. "We can always use a few more guys who know their way around a stick."

Derek chuckled at his own joke, his eyes squinting, tears racing down his cheeks. Blaine chuckled halfheartedly along with Derek, gluing his gaze back to Sebastian's face.

"Nah, I'm more of a boxer," Blaine said, addressing Sebastian more than Derek. "I'll leave the lacrosse sticks to you two Neanderthals."

"You're all right, Blaine," Derek said, but Sebastian, watching the emotions shift on his face, the way his eyes narrowed one minute and then shined with the reflection of his smile the next, wasn't convinced.

"Would you mind if I stole Sebastian for a bit?" Blaine asked. "There are some things I need to confer with him about. You know, Warbler to Warbler." Blaine elbowed Derek in the side playfully, and Derek sniggered.

"Be careful, Blaine. You have a boyfriend, remember?" Derek teased. He turned to Sebastian and for the first time noticed the unexpected change in his friend's expression; from joking to solemn in almost the blink of an eye.

"Hey, is everything okay, Seb?" Derek asked.

"Yeah," Sebastian said after a pause, forcing on a smile that he hoped would pass for okay, "I'm good. Go shower, Der. You stink."

"Like you smell any better," Derek said, waving his hand in front of his nose and making a disgusted face. "I'll see you at dinner."

"It's a date," Sebastian called after him, keeping one wary eye on Blaine.

"Geez, man," Derek whined, "don't say that out loud."

Sebastian waited until Derek was far enough down the hall to be well out of earshot, and then turned his attention to Blaine who wasn't smiling any more.

Blaine stared at Sebastian; his hazel eyes roaming over Sebastian's body uncomfortably from his sweaty hair stuck in clumps around his face, down his dirt and grass stained uniform, all the way to his soiled socks and shoes. By the time his eyes returned to Sebastian's face the disturbingly bright smile had returned.

Sebastian always called it Blaine's 'superstar' smile, but in reality it was more along the lines of Blaine baring his teeth.

"Let's sit," Blaine offered, motioning to one of the tables lining the main hallway. Sebastian nodded, taking the seat closest to him as Blaine slipped into the chair opposite. The tables in the hallway were small and on the side of being claustrophobic when you added the amount of shrouded anger radiating off of Blaine's body.

Blaine looked down at the table, eyes tracing the veins of gold in the faux marble table top as he gathered his thoughts. He cleared his throat and Sebastian rolled his eyes, wishing Blaine would get whatever this was over with so he could go shower the mud and sweat off his body before dinner. Dinner was an hour away, and it felt weird admitting to himself that he wanted to clean up and dress nice for Kurt when Kurt's boyfriend sat mere feet away.

"Why do you keep writing Kurt poems?" Blaine asked, raising his eyes to Sebastian's face.

Sebastian wore his poker face as close to perfect as he could get it. He didn't want to seem surprised that Blaine knew about the poems. Realistically he knew that he would end up finding out eventually, but one thing Sebastian knew for sure was that Kurt wouldn't have willingly let him see them so Blaine had to have snooped. That made Sebastian livid, thinking that Blaine would feel so privileged as to rifle through Kurt's private things.

"How come you couldn't write him one?" Sebastian countered.

"Whether or not I write him a stupid poem is none of your business," Blaine said calmly. "He's my boyfriend, not yours."

"He's my…friend," Sebastian said, but his argument sounded weak even to his own ears.

"Since when?" Blaine cut Sebastian off with a bark of laughter. "Would that be when you said he had a bad luck case of the gay face, or those times you flirted with me?"

Sebastian opened his mouth, and then closed it, swallowing Blaine's accusation.

"Yeah, he told me about that," Blaine said smugly. "He told me about all the insults. He tells me everything."

Sebastian paused to choose his words carefully.

"Kurt and I…" Sebastian started, trying to find an ambiguous way to describe the new relationship they've developed, "we've worked out our differences."

"Have you?" Blaine asked sarcastically.

"Yes, we have," Sebastian said, his voice tight. "I've changed."

Blaine scoffed and shook his head; Sebastian bristled at his condescension.

"People change," Sebastian defended.

"No, I don't think you have changed." Blaine leaned over the table; smirking superiorly, grimacing with odium – his face couldn't seem to decide what emotion it wanted to portray. "I think the only thing that really changed is that you couldn't get into my pants, so you decided to try and get into my boyfriend's pants instead."

Every inch of Sebastian's skin went cold with rage; his hands gripping hard onto his lacrosse stick, threatening to break it in two.

"I'm not trying to get into your boyfriend's pants, Blaine," Sebastian growled. "But if you're afraid there's even a chance that he would leave you for me, don't you think you should be hard at work trying to find some way to win him back instead of bitching and whining at me?"

"Why do I need to win him back?" Blaine challenged. "He's mine. I already won him. You're implying I have to win him back from you, but why would I need to do that unless you were making moves on him?"

A tense silence fell between them as Sebastian tried to find a way to rise to Blaine's challenge. How could he defend himself against something that was partially true, even if this all started mostly by accident?

Echoing footsteps from the far end of the hall interrupted the stalemate, and Blaine sat back down in his seat, adjusting his uniform jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles with a shaking hand.

"Hey Blaine! Sebastian!" Thad said as he walked passed them.

"Hey, Thad!" Blaine recovered so quickly that Sebastian nearly got whiplash watching him. His mood shifts were becoming unsettling, and Sebastian's stomach turned thinking that Blaine might go straight from this conversation up to see Kurt in his room.

"I'll see you guys later for Warbler practice."

"Wouldn't miss it," Sebastian said, but he couldn't affect a fake smile as convincingly as Blaine could. Thad frowned at him, but nodded at a grinning Blaine before continuing down the hall and out the doors.

Blaine turned back to Sebastian and the scowl returned.

"There's no way Kurt is going to leave me for you, Sebastian, and do you know why?"

Sebastian knew it was a rhetorical question, but out of morbid curiosity he sat and listened because nothing Blaine could say would be worse than the things he had already told himself a hundred times before.

He smirked, leaning forward to close the gap between him and Blaine.

"I'm all ears, Blaine," Sebastian sneered. "Let me have it."

"Because you're a bully, Sebastian," Blaine said. "And if there's one thing that Kurt hates it's a bully."

Sebastian's cocky grin slipped an inch, and Blaine smiled wider.

"Kurt's had to fight bullies before," Blaine continued in the same soft, menacing voice. "We fought them together. So you can write him all the poems you want, Smythe, but at the end of the day, he's mine. He kisses me…he wants me…he loves me. So back off!"

A lump grew in Sebastian's throat as Blaine's eyes burned into his, but he refused to look away. Blaine pushed his chair back from the table and stood, holding Sebastian's gaze, the cheerful façade returning to his face, switching on like a light.

"So, that's the end of that," Blaine said. "Hey…I'll see you at practice."

Blaine winked at Sebastian, patting him on the shoulder as he walked away. Sebastian, too paralyzed by his own conflict of moral and reason, turned and watched him go. Blaine had a point. Who was Sebastian really to try his hand at winning Kurt's affections? Sebastian was a bully, and always had been where Kurt was concerned. He had expected a confrontation on Blaine's part, but nothing like this. This was a side of Blaine that Sebastian had never seen before. He was curious if Kurt had.

Adrenaline coursed through the blood in his veins, the rush of it pounding in his ears, sounding like it had no intention at all of stopping. From that moment on Sebastian made a mental note to keep a close eye on Blaine Anderson.

Kurt scribbled down a few equations on his paper, then compared them to his graph.

"So the limit is negative one," he mumbled, and checked his graph again. "Or positive two?"

He huffed and erased his equation for the fifth time, holding the paper taut so he didn't rub a hole through the thinning paper. Calculus wasn't his favorite subject, but it usually didn't give him this much trouble. Kurt slammed his pencil down on his desk and dropped his head into his hands, running his fingers through his hair with frustration. How was he supposed to do math when all he could concentrate on was the feeling of Sebastian's lips sliding up his neck, searing his skin with kisses everywhere they touched? Sebastian might be gone, but the marks still remained, a scalding hot brand embedded in his skin. Kurt subconsciously ran his fingers lightly over them, searching them out.

Kurt was so confused. He didn't know where to go from here. If Sebastian had tried to kiss him weeks ago, before he found that book, this would all be so simple. A hard shove, a slap to the face, and his weekly scheduled make-out session with Blaine would scrub all of this off his skin and out of his memory. But now…he had no answers.

To top it off, Blaine would be there any minute. Kurt debated whether or not he should tell him. If another boy had kissed Blaine, even on the neck, even if it meant nothing, Kurt would want to know.

If it meant nothing.

Did it mean nothing?

For now it had to. He was still Blaine's boyfriend, and till he made a decision otherwise, anything Sebastian had to offer he needed to push to the side.

Kurt jolted from his thoughts and turned in his chair at a slight tapping sound against his door. It swung open a crack and Blaine peeked his head inside.

"Is it safe to come in?" he asked, sweeping his eyes around Kurt's room.

"Yeah," Kurt said, turning back to his homework and moving on to the next Calculus example. He blinked as the dense, black expanse of sines, cosines and unidentified variables darkened the page. "You were supposed to be here a while ago. You know your Calc homework isn't going to do itself."

"I know, I know," Blaine said, walking up to Kurt's chair. He put a hand on Kurt's shoulder and placed a light kiss on the back of Kurt's head, peeking over at the example he was laboring over. "For number nineteen, the limit does not exist."

"Thank you!" Kurt sighed in relief, fixing his graph and the consequent equation. Kurt looked up at Blaine who stared back at him with an unreadable expression.

"Where have you been, anyway?" Kurt asked, trying to figure out the strange way Blaine's eyes examined his face. "You're almost an hour late."

"I could tell you, but I don't think you'd believe me," Blaine said, acting intentionally vague.

Kurt sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes hardening, not in the mood for guessing games when over thirty more Calculus examples had to be finished by tomorrow.

"Try me," Kurt said.

Blaine sighed, looking at Kurt, his face frighteningly serious.

"I was in the main hall neutering a large dog."

Kurt's jaw dropped, stunned by Blaine's off the wall response, but then Blaine smiled, and Kurt smiled with him, laughing awkwardly at his odd answer.

"Actually, I went to get you this." Blaine pulled his arm from behind his back and handed Kurt a newly opened long-stemmed red rose.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped, his cold eyes and confused face melting into a soft smile. "It's beautiful. But what's the occasion?"

"No occasion," Blaine said, sitting down on the bed, tugging Kurt's arm and pulling him off his desk chair to sit down next to him. "It's more of an apology."

Blaine eyed Kurt as he sniffed the rose, a subtle blush rising to his smooth, pale cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Blaine continued, "for the past few weeks…and the poem…and for making you feel like your opinion isn't important. It is important." Kurt turned from the rose to look at Blaine. "You're important."

"Really?" Kurt whispered, holding the rose close to his heart.

"Really," Blaine said. "And I thought that maybe we can kind of start new? Expand our horizons?"

"I don't understand," Kurt said, suddenly struck by a sense of déjà vu when the words left his mouth.

"Well, remember all those things we added to your bucket list?" Blaine asked. Kurt's cheeks went a shade redder and Blaine knew he understood. "I thought we could start there."

"W-where…exactly?" Kurt asked, remembering some of the more racy things they had added after Blaine have Kurt a heated hand job in his room.

"How about we head over to Scandals this weekend?"

Blaine smirked, leaning in close to Kurt and speaking against his neck right below his ear, his breath covering one of the spots that Sebastian had kissed.

"Isn't Scandals a bar?" Kurt asked, scooting across the bed and putting a bit of distance between himself and his boyfriend.

"Yeah." Blaine gently kissed down the length of Kurt's neck and Kurt sighed. It was nice. Neck kisses were Kurt's favorite, and Blaine knew it; but it wasn't the same now.

Blaine's kisses were sedate and tame.

Sebastian's kisses burned…just like he said in the journal. They set Kurt on fire.

Kurt trembled at the memory.

He wanted to burn some more.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what it felt like, repulsed by himself for using Blaine's kisses to relive that memory, but it didn't work.

"How are we going to get into a bar, Blaine?" Kurt stammered. "We're not 21."

Blaine trailed his tongue up the length of Kurt's neck and Kurt wanted to cry. His stomach churned into a knot, pulling hard until the stabbing pain shot up into his chest. Blaine was his boyfriend; he should want this, want to be kissed by him after so many weeks of feeling neglected. But the image of a wrecked and ruined Sebastian racing down the hall, finding him, pulling him into an empty classroom and holding him, kissing him, wanting him…

The kisses…

The journal…

All those words…

His green eyes…

His hands holding his head…

Kurt didn't know what to do. He felt trapped, but he couldn't let Blaine wash those kisses away. He just couldn't. Maybe Kurt was the worst boyfriend in history, and maybe if there is a hell he'll be down there in the fire suffering for all eternity, but right now he didn't care.

Kurt broke away from Blaine's kiss and stood, moving back to his desk chair, panting and breathless from the pain in his stomach that walloped him like a fist.

He looked up and saw a sudden flash of anger in Blaine's eyes.

It was fleeting, and maybe Kurt imagined it.

There seemed to be nothing he was altogether sure of anymore.

"Jeff knows a guy who can get us some fake i.d.'s," Blaine continued, flustered but otherwise nonplussed, hazel eyes shining back at Kurt fondly.

Whatever Kurt thought he saw definitely gone.

Kurt folded his hands in his lap, weaving his fingers together as he thought. Last week he couldn't get Blaine to take him to a movie because he had to spend the weekend perfecting a set list, and now they were going to drive a couple hours out of their way to go to a gay bar? Maybe Blaine was actually trying to work on their relationship. Shouldn't Kurt give him the benefit of the doubt?

A tiny voice in the back of his mind objected, but that voice sounded an awful lot like Sebastian, so how could he trust it completely?

Kurt watched Blaine's eyes change into those sweetly pleading, puppy dog eyes that managed to do him in every time. Kurt rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Turn down the cute, Blaine," Kurt giggled. "I'll go."

"Yeah!" Blaine cheered, standing up off the bed and hugging Kurt tight. He nuzzled Kurt's neck, breathing him in, grinning happily against his skin, and one thought entered his brain.

Mine.