After The Wreckage:

Chapter Six - 719 words

The following morning Blaine didn't want to move. He cautiously opened his eyes and looked around, realizing that he was on Sebastian's couch and that the other man was nowhere to be seen. His head was pounding and so he closed his eyes and took a few breaths, then opened them once more.

Blaine's eyes landed on a sleeping bag on the floor and before he could really think about what that meant, he heard cursing coming from the kitchen. He pushed aside the blanket that Sebastian had covered him with and then headed to the kitchen to see what had his friend so annoyed so early.

"Having trouble?" He asked and entered the kitchen a few moments later. Blaine smiled when he caught his friend's eye. "I'm surprised you actually know how to cook," he admitted and smirked like Sebastian usually did. When his friend rolled his eyes, Blaine just laughed and went take a seat at the table.

When Sebastian looked up from where he was making pancakes for breakfast, he rolled his eyes at Blaine's words and then finished the food. "You know, you're in a pretty good mood for a guy who broke his ex-fiance's heart yesterday and surprised and pissed off numerous family members, too."

The look on Blaine's face would have usually made Sebastian laugh if it had been on someone else's face. The fact that it wasn't, that the look was on Blaine's, actually made Sebastian a little worried. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Sebastian asked.

Blaine shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm just worried about how much of an ass I made of myself yesterday. I'm never doing pot again, so don't offer me any again, okay?" When Sebastian rolled his eyes at his declaration, Blaine sighed loudly. "I'm serious. Doing drugs only ever leads to trouble."

Sebastian turned off the stove and began to serve the food. He was silent for several seconds and then turned to Blaine, once he was seated. "You can't worry about being an ass. You have to do what's right for you, and marrying someone because you're afraid to lose them, isn't a good enough reason to get married."

Blaine nodded as he began to eat his pancakes. "Yeah, yeah. From what I remember of last night before I passed out, you were saying the exact same thing." When Sebastian started to speak, Blaine cut him off. "I'm not saying that you're wrong. I'm just saying that it felt right at the time."

Sebastian was quiet as he ate his pancakes. When he finished, he pushed the plate aside and turned to face Blaine. "What are you gonna do now? You and Ladyface are going to have to talk, and if you're not careful, you'll fall into the same trap as before. I could be there if you need backup."

Blaine swallowed his food and then shook his head. "No thanks. I need to talk to Kurt and it's gonna be long, messy and really emotional. You and I both know that you're not a fan of emotional talks. Thanks for the offer, but I don't want to make things more uncomfortable than they already will be."

Sebastian took both of their plates and got up and began to wash the dishes once they were both done eating. "You're right. You go and talk to ladyface, and I'll get a room set up for you so that you'll have a place to stay after your talk. Call me if you change your mind, or if you need me to get a truck to bring your stuff over here."

Blaine nodded and got up from the table. "I'll let you know." He walked over to his phone and picked it up and slipped it into his pocket. "I'm gonna shower, talk to Kurt, and then call you and let you know what's going on." He paused at the door. "Sebastian? Thanks for being a good friend."

Sebastian turned toward his friend and smiled. ""What can I say, Killer? You're hot, and out of all the ninnies you and your ex are friend's with, you're the only person I can stand to be around without wanting to claw my eyes out or rip my ears off." After he spoke, he turned back to the dishes as Blaine left.