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Blaine was sitting on the end of his bed, running a towel over his freshly washed hair. He couldn’t stop staring at the Nationals trophy that he and Sam had just rescued from Dalton. Something just didn’t seem right. As much as he wanted to believe the plan the two of them had come up with was what was behind things going so smoothly, Blaine knew it wasn’t. It had been almost too easy to get it back, like Clarington had just rolled over and said “Here, it’s all yours.” And what the hell was going on with Sebastian? Yes, he had said all of that crap about turning over a new leaf and being nice, but there was something else. Granted, he hadn’t seen the former Warbler captain since Regionals, but the boy he had seen the last couple of days was not the Sebastian Smythe he knew. Maybe his concerns about Sebastian were intertwining with his concerns about the trophy rescue.

“Dude, you weren’t lying about the curls, but they’re not as bad as last year’s prom” Sam had come out from the bathroom after changing out of his Blonde Chameleon costume “but is there something wrong with the trophy? You’re staring at it awfully hard.”

“No, there’s nothing. It’s just…I don’t know. Did that almost seem too…?”

“Easy? Yeah, I noticed that too” Sam agreed “Maybe it’s because Britt calls Dalton Hogwarts, and it’s not like I was expecting a giant three-headed dog to be guarding the trophy or anything, but yeah, I expected…well, more. What’s going on Blaine?”

“I don’t know. Something is just off” after seeing the concern on the face of the boy who was rapidly becoming a very good friend, he felt the need to add “And no, this has nothing to do with my almost returning to Dalton.”

“Ok, I believe you” and Sam did because he was having the same feelings about what had happened. He sat down next to Blaine and began to stare at the trophy as well “And what’s up with Sebastian?”

“Thank you! You saw it too?”

“Hell yeah, that person was not the Sebastian Smythe we knew last year. I mean it was like that Clarington dude had his hand up his ass and was controlling him like a puppet” The moment the words came out of his mouth a look of panic came across Sam’s face “Sorry man, I meant…you know, this has nothing with Sebastian being gay and didn’t you say that Clarington said that he wasn’t even remotely bi-curious?”

Blaine tried not to laugh as Sam tripped all over himself. He knew Sam wasn’t a homophobe and was trying to be “politically correct” so he didn’t take offence. He only hoped that someday soon Sam wouldn’t feel that he had to watch what he said around him so much “Sam, stop. I know what you mean. It’s ok and I agree with your comparison. There’s another thing I have been thinking about as well. Clarington said that Dalton brought him in because his military school glee club won their Regionals and earned a Presidential Honor. If they won their Regionals, shouldn’t they have competed at Nationals? And is that Presidential Honor even a thing?”

“I hadn’t thought of that, but yeah, that just doesn’t sound right either. What do you want to do?”

“I wish we just had more information” Blaine sighed as all of their questions really had him concerned.

“Well, I heard Marley and Unique talking and evidently Unique is some sort of computer genius” Sam offered “Maybe she could help.”

Blaine thought about it but even though Sam’s idea was a good one he knew they needed something more. He got up, walked over to his desk and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a business card “That’s a great idea but I don’t want to get any other New Directions members involved. Plus, I think this will get us answers faster” He picked-up his phone and dialed the number on the card.

“Hello Mr. Motta? This is Blaine Anderson” Sam’s eyes flew open. Why would Blaine be calling Sugar’s dad? Especially considering all of the rumors about the man. By the time Sam’s shock wore off it was obvious that he had missed most of the conversation. “Thank you Mr. Motta, I mean Robert. Yes, I’ll be waiting. Talk to you soon.” Once Blaine ended the call he immediately said “I can explain.”

“You’re a Made Man in the Motta Crime Family?” Sam asked half-jokingly.

“Ha ha” Blaine retorted, even knowing that there was possibly a sliver of truth in Sam’s question “Do you remember last year at Nationals when both Sugar and I sang in the chorus of Rachel’s solo?”

“Yeah, that shocked a lot of us. Her, not you of course.”

“I had been secretly giving her voice lessons pretty much since she came over from the Trouble Tones.”

That piece of information caused Sam to have an epiphany “That’s how she got you to be the surprise guest at her Valentine’s party.”

“Yes, anyway there wasn’t a lot I could do but I got her to where she could carry a harmony within a small group. When Mr. Schue gave her the part in the chorus she was so happy that her father told me if I ever needed anything to call.” Sam’s eyes flew open once again, but Blaine stopped that train of thought “Robert, Mr. Motta, is a lawyer. He does have a few other side businesses as well, one of them being a private detective agency. He’s got his guys looking into Clarington for me. He said that hopefully he would have some information in a couple of hours.”

“Seriously?”

“Yup”

“What are you going to do?”

Blaine let out a chuckle because he literally had not thought that far ahead “I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure out my next step when I get the information from Robert.”

“You know I’ll help you with anything you want to do.”

“I know Sam, but I have a feeling this is going to be much more involved than just getting the trophy back. We’re competing against the Warblers at Sectionals in three weeks and I think anything that Robert comes up with would be better coming from me than from “the New Directions”.”

As much as Sam didn’t want to admit it, he knew what Blaine was saying made sense “Ok…for now, but if you need me you have to promise that you’ll ask.” After Blaine agreed, Sam got up and grabbed his bag “Ok, I’ve got to get back to the Hudmel’s. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I will be once I hear from Robert. Thanks for everything you did for me today Sam. I wish there was a way to convince Finn to let us do Heroes at Sectionals.”

“I know! That would be so much better than…”

Blaine put up his hand to stop him “Don’t even say it. Just…don’t.”

Two hours later, Blaine found himself back staring at the trophy. He had just gotten off the phone with Robert and was shaken by what he had been told. Robert had not been concerned with what they had been able to find on Clarington, it was what they couldn’t find that was sending up red-flags. He then told Blaine that even though there probably wouldn’t be any answers until the next day, Blaine needed to think of someone he could trust with whatever they found out. Robert didn’t believe that that Clarington had been able to get himself into Dalton without at least some assistance from the inside, and most likely that assistance was from somewhere in the administration. Blaine reassured him that he knew someone and Robert promised to call him back before school even if there was no new information.

The minute he had hung up, Blaine texted Wes Montgomery since Wes’ dad was on Dalton’s Board of Governors. Wes had been the one person from his Dalton past that Blaine had not cut out of his life. Even though Wes had been pissed when Blaine transferred to McKinley, he had never felt abandoned like the others had.

Abandoned. “Holy fucking shit!” Blaine yelled out into his empty room. He had abandoned the Warblers in much of the same fashion that Kurt abandoned him. He had gone to McKinley and made a few attempts to keep in touch like inviting them to West Side Story but eventually he stopped. Hell, the Warblers had come and supported him at Sectionals and the only thing he did for them was tell Sebastian “Hey, congrats on the win” in passing. No wonder they had been so pissed at him that they agreed to the whole Slushie plan.

Now Blaine really had to talk to them. How could he have been so blind? He knew how, he had been looking at the world through Kurt colored glasses. Fuck! There was no way the guys were going to talk to him since he was pretty sure they all knew about the “No thanks” note by now. Fuck! Blaine started running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The action lifted his head back and broke his focus on the trophy. When he adjusted his gaze, he was now looking at the top shelf of his bookcase where all of his comic memorabilia was. Seeing this instantaneously brought an idea to mind, although it was really out there. He ran to his desk drawer and rummaged around for something he had put away the year before. A burner phone. Knowing the battery would obviously be dead, he let out a cheer when he found the charger right away. Even being on a direct electrical charge it took the phone a couple of minutes to power on. Ignoring the over 2,500 missed texts and 1,200 missed calls he quickly put in the three names he was looking for and sent a group text.

Out building 27. One hour. This is not a drill.

Blaine grabbed his keys and headed out the door, leaving the phone behind on the charger. He didn’t want to give those he had texted the chance to tell him no, even though by rule they couldn’t. At least he hoped that was still the case.

Light traffic allowed him to reach his destination much faster than he anticipated and he was relieved to see those that he had texted were already there. They just didn’t look very happy.

“Thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure that you would” Blaine admitted.

“Well, if Blaine would have texted we probably wouldn’t have, but since you did we didn’t have much of a choice now did we?” Jeff asked.

Oh yeah, this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Just tell us what you want” Nick’s tone demonstrated that his attitude was not much different than his blonde friend’s.

“You have anything you want to add Thad?” Blaine thought it would be better if he could assess how all three of them felt prior to getting started. When Thad refused to say anything, he got his message loud and clear “Fine, just tell me what the fuck is going on guys.”

“None of your business anymore” Jeff told him.

“Yeah, No thanks” Nick was quick to bring up, while Thad remained silent.

Blaine took a deep breath and just let it all out “Ok, sure, I said No thanks, but when I got home I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Sam thought so too. It was almost too easy to get the trophy back. Clarington seemed to have put an awful lot of work into his plan for that to happen. It couldn’t have been an oversight. Then, Sam and I really got talking and began to question Clarington’s entire story. If his military school won their Regionals with Presidential Honors, why weren’t they at Nationals? So, I called in a favor and have a private detective looking into his story.”

“You did what!?!” the three Warblers yelled back. Well, at least Thad was talking to him now.

“Blaine, you can’t do this” Nick almost pleaded, which only ratcheted Blaine’s anxiety higher “And Sam knows? You have to keep him out of this.”

That last comment was the final straw for Blaine “What the fuck is going on? NOW!”

“We don’t know for sure” Jeff admitted in defeat “Hunter is scary Blaine. Like psycho scary, but the Head Master brought him in and after everything that happened with you last year, it’s like he’s had it out for the Warblers. It was our idea to try to get you to come back. We thought if we showed how we had worked things out with the New Directions everything could get back to normal.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Blaine was completely confused, and quite frankly, a little angry “The Head Master said there was nothing he could do to Sebastian because there was no proof and when did the Warblers and new Directions make nice? When I shook Sebastian’s hand at Regionals?”

“Ok, now what the hell are you talking about?” It appeared that Thad finally had something to say and he was MORE than a little angry “Sebastian turned himself in to the Head Master the next morning. He took all of the blame even though the rocks salt Slushie idea was mine and the rest of us talked him into doing it. We were still pissed that you left us for Hummel of all people.”

Blaine sat down on the ground before his knees gave out “He turned himself in? He took all of the blame? The Head Master knew?”

Jeff and Nick realized what was going on with Blaine, but Thad sure didn’t “Yeah, so Hummel and that Santana chick wasted their time getting that confession. I mean, they went through all of that for you to turn around and give the tape back to Sebastian. What the fuck, Blaine?”

Nick pushed Thad away “Shut the fuck up, Thad! Look at him. He obviously didn’t know.” Thad finally calmed down enough to realize what had happened. He wanted to say something, but what?

Jeff sat down on the ground across from Blaine “Blaine, you didn’t tell Kurt to give the tape to Sebastian, did you?”

When Blaine lifted his head, none of the three other boys were able to tell if his tears were from being sad, or from being really, really pissed off “I never knew there was a tape.”

“Holy fuck! I knew I never liked that asshole” Thad had always had a thing against Kurt since the whole “You mock us sir” incident. He and Nick sat next to Jeff and waited for Blaine to take the lead on what happened next.

Blaine took cleansing breaths to calm his nerves and stop his tears, which definitely were not from sadness “He knew how I felt about not having quote/unquote proof of what happened. He knew it! It’s not like I would have used it, but after what happened at Sadie Hawkins and no one being punished because there was no proof, I needed it, you know. He took that away from me. God, after all that I did for him. That I did to protect him. From the moment I met him, he was just so lost and broken, I couldn’t let what happened to me happen to him, you know?” Jeff, Nick and Thad each nodded as Blaine was making sure that he knew that they understood what he was trying to say. In fact, they probably understood things better than they had in a long time.

“What are you going to do now Blaine?” Nick asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll ask Sam tomorrow if he knows about the whole tape giveback…” Blaine stopped when the others started looking back and forth between each other “What else don’t I know guys?”

“Blaine, Sam knew. All of last year’s New Directions knew. All of us Warblers went to McKinley and had this big kumbaya moment with them. Well, actually we sang Black or White” Jeff explained.

“Except Sebastian” Thad corrected “He was still in I’m the asshole, blame me mode.”

Blaine tried to wrap his head around all of the information he had been given. None of this had been anywhere on his radar when he texted his three friends earlier. But now, now he found out Sebastian had taken responsibility and Kurt had done…done…oh hell, he couldn’t even think about that yet. He knew that there was going to be nothing he could do until he talked to Sam, but the original problem still needed to be dealt with and with that there was one question Blaine hadn’t asked yet “What’s going on between Sebastian and Clarington?”

“He’s still doing penitence” Thad huffed “Like we said, there is something bat-shit crazy about Clarington and Sebastian is either keeping the crazy down or away from us, one or the other.”

“I hate to tell you this” Jeff was trying to figure out a way to say what he needed to without Blaine blaming himself “After you turned us down today, Sebastian kicked Trent off the Warblers.”

Out of everything he had heard since he arrived, Blaine somehow found that the most shocking “Trent? Why Trent? And Sebastian said he wasn’t captain.”

“No, but he’s Hunter’s number two. All we can think of is something’s going down and he’s protecting him.”

“From what?” Blaine knew how much Trent loved being a Warbler, and this news was breaking his heart.

“Like we keep saying, we don’t know but think it’s going to be bad” Thad stated “Blaine, I’m an asshole, I admit it. And these two, while they seem like nice guys on the outside, they can push back when shoved. Trent? Well…”

“He’s a puppy” Blaine finished, finally understanding what the others had been inferring.

Trying to not be overwhelmed by everything, Blaine stood up and started to walk around. For the first time since he arrived he got a good look at the place, other than the Warblers’ Commons, that had been his sanctuary. He didn’t realize until that moment how much he had missed it, but being mindfully there gave him the clarity to understand what should happen next.

“Ok, this is what’s going to happen. I will keep you three informed about any information my contact gives me, but you guys have to keep me informed about what happens tomorrow especially with Clarington and Sebastian. Tomorrow when I go to McKinley, I’m going to let Sam know what’s going on. I know he is an outsider, but after everything you told me, I need someone I can talk to there and he’s not going to say anything. The same code of secrecy we share here, he and I share but through comics. Now, I’m assuming that since tomorrow is the Thursday before a four-day weekend, what we can’t talk about is happening.”

“We have no idea what you are talking about” Jeff said with a wide smile that was matched by the others. When the three of them had received the text earlier, this was what they had been hoping for.

“Fine, I understand, but say I was guessing that since this was the first four-day weekend of the year a King of the Mountain Challenge was made and knowing Clarington’s a self-absorbed douche, he made it. And say I wanted to get a hold of the Rules Council and claim a Legacy Exemption, but not talk about it or anything like that.”

Yup! This was exactly what they had wanted “Would you want to keep it secret, hypothetically speaking of course.” Nick wanted to know.

“I would have whoever put me down as Hugh Jackman, if I could talk about it ” Blaine said with a wink “And before you start to worry, I have spent A LOT of time in front of the heavy bag lately. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t know for a fact that I could kick his ass.”

The four talked for about another hour. Blaine told them about Kurt and the other guy as well as his text to Wes. Then they discussed a plan on how to secretly get Blaine into Jeff and Nick’s dorm room the next evening so he could prepare. For the first time in what seemed like forever, things felt right between the four of them which was why it was so hard for Blaine to leave. It was also why Jeff felt the need to say “Blaine, as much as we love the idea of what’s going to happen, you can’t do this to save us. You can’t do it for Sebastian either.”

Blaine turned back to look at them and said with complete sincerity “Guys, I promise that I’m not. If I am trying to save anyone, I’m trying to save myself.”

 

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Couldn’t get it out of my head, so I'm just going to have to go ahead and write this. Let me know what you think.

 

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After returning the trophy to Finn and a rather awesome performance of Some Nights, Blaine updated Sam on all of his information, including what he had found out from Mr. Motta. Never the less, Sam still had questions. Blaine had no issues answering them especially since he and the Dalton guys agreed that it was for the best if he did.

“Ok, so why do you guys only fight the night before a four-day weekend?”

“Seriously? All that information and that’s your question?” Blaine teased “It’s because it gives facial bruising time to heal or at least lighten to where it can be covered with make-up before we go back to classes. We have a team that puts ice or even raw meat on fighters right away if necessary. We’ll have fights before longer breaks too, but only guys that are not immediately headed home can fight. By the way, we do have medical attention on stand-by in case of a bigger injury occurs.”

Blaine’s explanation made Sam laugh “Only you prep school boys would come up with a rule like that. Hell, only you guys would put rules on a fight club in the first place. Next question, did anyone here at McKinley, besides Finn, know about all of this?”

“Yeah, actually Puck, Dave Karofsky and a bunch of other jocks, but since they had actually seen me fight they had signed registration forms so they couldn’t talk about it without repercussions. I’m pretty sure Dave didn’t recognize me at first, but when he went after me at that stupid Night of Neglect he finally did. He looked really glad that Santana had stepped in.”

For the second time in 24 hours Sam had an epiphany “That’s why you were never Slushied and neither was Kurt after he returned from Dalton. Yeah, there was that whole Prom Queen thing, but that was anonymous so people could get away with it. Is that why Karofsky agreed to that Bully Whips thing, to make amends so you didn’t kick his ass?”

“Maybe a little, but it was mostly Santana threatening to out him.”

“Wow, that takes on a whole new meaning with everything that happened” Sam stated while Blaine nodded in agreement. Sam’s next question was harder to answer “Blaine, what are you going to do about Kurt?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m so sorry for any part I played, but again I don’t think the rest of the New Directions knew what Kurt was going to do either.”

“Sam, you have nothing to be sorry about. As far as the others are concerned, I know in my head they probably had no idea, but…”

“Blaine, seriously, are you going to able to forgive them?”

“Again, all I can say is I don’t know. I can tell you that if last year’s team was still here I would most likely have left by now” Blaine admitted “I swear I have nothing against this year’s club” then with a smile he added “especially you. Finn is another story, but he and I always had problems.” After that bit of honesty, he stood up and announced “I better go so I can get ready for tonight.”

“I really wish you would let me go with you. You know I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Sam, I know but as I said before, someone could find out and this can’t be a New Directions vs Warblers thing. I’m the only one that no one would question being in both places. I promise that I will call you tomorrow and let you know what happened.” Sam remained worried but gave his friend a hug and let him go.

When Blaine reached Jeff and Nick’s room he was met with some bad news. The current King had been pissed that he had been bumped from his fight for a Legacy and had spoken out about it. Not only that but he had seen Blaine’s fake name and those people he told had figured out who was fighting. While the boys were still contemplating possible repercussions for those that leaked the news, Blaine received a text from Sam. Evidently Puck was back in town and had invited Sam and Finn to come with him to watch the fights at Dalton.

“Guys this can’t happen! I have worked too hard to keep what’s going on here from the New Directions!” Most of the Warblers that were there didn’t know if Blaine being this pissed was a good thing or a bad thing. Good in that it was pumping up his adrenaline to fight Hunter, but bad in that it could become a distraction. However, those on the Rules Council knew it wasn’t an issue.

“Blaine this is not a problem” Jeff assured him “After an incident last year we instituted a rule that anytime a Dalton matter was being settled in Fight Club the gates would be locked and only Dalton students would be admitted. The gate guards have been verifying IDs all day so that no one without official business was able to get on campus. I also got a text from Tommy saying that the Head Master left 20 minutes ago and he and Phil locked the gates. No one is getting in Blaine. Everything is fine.”

“That’s brilliant!” Blaine said probably a little louder than he wanted, but it showed how truly relieved he was “How did you get the guards to do that?”

“We cut the entire guard staff in for 1/4% of the take each.”

While all of this was going on in Jeff and Nick’s room, Sebastian and Hunter were getting ready in theirs.

“You better not be lying to me Smythe.”

“I have told you a million fucking times that I don’t know who the fuck Wolverine is!” Sebastian was completely frustrated. Hunter had been harping on this ever since he found out that his original opponent had been replaced by this Wolverine “I only know of Wolverine because I overheard the Rules Council talking about him but they never mentioned his real name. He had already left before I got here. And you know I couldn’t ask anyone else because the first rule of Fight Club is…You. Don’t. Talk. About. Fight Club!”

“Fine, I believe you” Hunter relented “Now let’s get going. I want to place a bet before things get too crazy.”

“Are you really stupid enough to bet on yourself?” Sebastian asked. When Hunter didn’t answer an almost sickening feeling came over him “You better not be hopped up on steroids Clarington. I swear, if you are, I don’t care what happens to me. I will report you.”

“Oh for the love of god, I told you I wouldn’t when you came up with the idea to get the Golden Boy here, even though you wouldn’t actually participate. For your information, I haven’t shot up in five days. But remember, since your precious Blaine said No thanks, my plan for the Warblers starts Tuesday.”

Sebastian had hoped beyond hope that Blaine would have agreed to come back even though he knew it had been a long shot. Now he only had four days to come up with a plan to stop Hunter. He had gotten Trent out of the line of fire by kicking him off the Warblers, but he had no clue of how to protect the others.

As they headed out the door Hunter let out a snicker “You know Smythe, sometimes you forget that I am your fucking babysitter and not the other way around. Your dad may have been State’s Attorney but Mr. Flawless’ boyfriend, or is it ex, whatever, his dad is a fucking United States Congressman.” Hunter paused for a moment, knowing he had said something he shouldn’t have “You know what, forget it. Let’s go” and he started to walk again.

Sebastian wasn’t going to let it go, especially if Kurt Hummel involved, but he knew it would have to wait as he dealt with all of this other crap first. By the time he and Hunter were half way to where the fights were being held, they found it hard not to notice the large amount of boys headed in the same direction.

“Is it always like this?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, but I can’t help but notice that these are only guys from Dalton. That’s unusual.” Actually it was very unusual but Sebastian didn’t want to say that out loud. No one had informed him that the fight was going to be locked down even though he was on staff. Something definitely didn’t feel right.

“Listen in on what people are saying” Hunter told him “Maybe we can find out what’s going on.”

Sebastian did just that but it was clear that the lack of outsiders was not what anyone was talking about.

“Is it really him?”

“That’s what everyone is saying.”

“I thought he was a myth. You know like an urban legend.”

 “Are you sure it’s the same guy? I find it hard to believe.”

“I can’t wait to see him kick that pompous douche’s ass.”

At the other end of the campus the crowd that had gathered on the wrong side of the locked gate had begun to clear out. However, the boys from Lima were walking the perimeter to see if they could find a way in.

“I can’t believe I came back from LA for this and we can’t get in” Puck grumbled.

“I know. This is bull shit!” Finn stated with a noticeable whine in his voice. Ever since Blaine had let it slip about Dalton’s fight club he had been wanting to see a fight. “Sam, you and Blaine broke in here to rescue the trophy. How did you do it?”

Sam tried to quickly come up with a reasonable answer so he wouldn’t have to reveal how they actually got in “First of all, Blaine was with me and he knew how to get in since he had gone here. Then there’s the fact that the place wasn’t locked down like a prison at the time.”

They were about to head back to the car when they saw a couple of other guys coming toward them from the opposite direction “Hey, I know this is probably a stupid question, but did you find anything?” Puck asked.

“Nah” one of the guys said “Nothing. Plus, they have security walking the grounds.”

“Well shit. That settles that” Puck huffed in frustration “Now we have to drive all the way back to Lima. Fuck!”

“At least we live here in Westerville. By the way, I’m Toby and this is Wyatt.”

“Puck, Finn and Sam”

“Nice to meet you and too bad you drove all this way. We heard there’s some serious shit going down tonight” Wyatt informed them.

“How can you talk about it?” Sam asked, but then wondered how they could possibly know what was happening and decided that he should probably listen to what they were going to say.

“We never signed the blood oath.”

“It’s not a blood oath, it’s just a registration form” Puck slapped his hand over his mouth once he realized what he had said.

Finn went wide-eyed and turned to his best friend “You’ve been to a fight before?! When?! With who?! Where was I?! What the fuck dude?!”

“Um, yes, junior year, with some of the guys from the football team, you were having sex with Sam’s girlfriend.” That answer stopped any further questions.

Now both of the Westerville boys went wide-eyed, but Sam didn’t care (Well, maybe he cared a little. He had really liked Quinn). “So, how do you know what’s going on?” he asked “You obviously don’t go to Dalton or you would be inside the gate.”

“One of our friends graduated from here. We all got drunk one night this summer and he told us what goes on. He about had a panic attack the next morning when he realized what he had done” Wyatt told them.

“We never promised not to talk about it, but we did promise to never use his name if he let us know when the next fight was” Toby added.

“So, you’re blackmailing your friend” Finn pointed out.

“Well, you slept with your friend’s girlfriend.”

Since there was no real way to respond to that, Sam knew he had to get the conversation back to Fight Club so he could find out more information from their new acquaintances “Whatever, water under the bridge (mostly). What I want to know is what’s going on behind that gate.”

Puck held up his hand to stop the others from starting “Finn, Sam, I can’t stop these guys from telling you about Fight Club. If they want to take their lives into their own hands that’s none of my business. However, I have signed the registration so I can’t talk about it. Also, since you haven’t signed the registration and I brought you here, I am responsible for your silence. If you talk about this to anyone and it gets back to me, I will pay the consequences just like their friend will when people find out they’re talking.” Puck then turned to the others and said “And I assure you, the club’s Rules Council will find out.” Once he felt they had all been sufficiently warned he asked “Now, are you still sure you want to do this?”

When they all nodded, Puck waved his arm as a sign for the two Westerville guys to begin.

“So, Dalton Fight Club is like a ladder. You win, you go up a step. You lose, you go down. On top of the ladder is the King. If the King doesn’t have someone to fight one night, anyone who transferred to Dalton in either their Junior of Senior year can call for a King of the Mountain Challenge. If he wins, he pushes the King off the top and becomes the new King” Wyatt explained.

“Your saying there’s a King of the Mountain Challenge tonight?” Finn tried to clarify what they were talking about since it was a lot of information to sort out.

“Yes” Toby confirmed “But the King was told he wasn’t fighting tonight. He got pissed and told a bunch of people which is probably the reason for the lockdown.” Sam noted that they were wrong about the reason for the lockdown, but that had been the only thing they got wrong.

“The reason he was bumped was for what’s called a Legacy Exemption. A King in good standing that had to leave Dalton before he graduated becomes known as a Legacy. When he leaves he’s given an Exemption. The Legacy can come back and play that Exemption at any time. No questions asked. That’s what happening tonight in the King of the Mountain Challenge.” Then Toby added “We did a lot of digging around and found out that there is only one Legacy at this time. We couldn’t find out his real name, but we know he fights under the name Wolverine.”

Puck tried very hard to not show any sign of how surprised he was since he knew Wolverine was the name Blaine fought under.

Sam tried very hard to not show any signs of how concerned he was since he knew Blaine and the other guys in Fight Club had a huge problem on their hands.

They had a leak.

At the same time that Sam was learning about the leak, Sebastian and Hunter finally reached where the fights were being held. There was a huge line to get in due to the fact that everyone that was not a fighter or staff had to show their Dalton picture ID to get in. There were no exceptions. One of the guys at the door had even sent away his own roommate who had forgotten his ID.

Since Sebastian was staff and Hunter was fighting they got in pretty easily and when they did they both headed over to the betting table. Hunter wanted to make his bet and Sebastian was supposed to work the table but when he got there he was informed that his assistance wasn’t necessary.

“So, you’re not working? That means you can bet on me.” Hunter said when found out.

“I didn’t bring money asshole because I thought I wouldn’t be able to bet” Sebastian was getting frustrated. He knew something was going on that he didn’t know about. As soon as he could ditch Hunter he was going to find out exactly what it was.

“Well, I brought money” Hunter pulled a huge wad of cash out of his jacket pocket.

“Holy fuck, Clarington! Put that shit away. How much did you bring?”

“Ten G”

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep breath “You brought ten thousand dollars to bet on yourself. That was probably the most asinine thing you have ever done and that’s saying a lot.”

“Aw, and I was going to buy you something pretty with my winnings” Hunter said with a wink before leaving to go back to the betting table.

Once Hunter was gone Sebastian went to look for Thad. By the time he found him some of the undercard fights had already taken place. “Thad, what the hell is going on. Why was I told I wasn’t needed to work tonight?”

“The guys and I thought you would enjoy a night off.”

“Funny Harwood. Try telling the truth this time.”

“Ok fine. The guys and I thought you would enjoy watching your supposed best friend get his ass kicked.”

“You have that much faith in this Wolverine guy?” Sebastian asked in disbelief.

Thad could not hold back his smile “Let’s just say I put a thousand bucks down on Wolverine to win. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s about time for the main event.”

Since he had a good view of the fight area, Sebastian stayed where he was. It seemed like it took forever, but finally it was time for the fight. However, before things could start Jeff came out and announced that the King had been stripped of his title and all Fight Club privileges. When he was finished, Thad came out to introduce the fighters. Sebastian had to laugh when no one said a thing during Hunter’s introduction, but when it was finished a low and slow chant begun.

“Wol-ver-ine! Wol-ver-ine! Wol-ver-ine!”

The crowd kept up the chant but it became louder and faster. When Wolverine finally entered the area, the crowd went nuts. They were obviously all there to see him and he understood why. Wolverine absolutely oozed sex and Sebastian had no idea how he was going to watch this guy fight without literally coming in his pants.

Everything about Wolverine turned Sebastian on. The boy had a head full of soft brown curls that he could feel his fingers itching to get a hold of. He wasn’t wearing a shirt which showed off his lean, toned upper body. He had a hint of washboard abs, defined but not crazy. On top of all of that, he was wearing the tightest pair of three-quarter length sweat pants (hell, they were practically leggings) that accentuated this perfect a…

Sebastian froze, remembering a time when he told a boy that he would recognize his hair anywhere. That was a lie. It was the boy’s ass he would recognize anywhere. The ass that was 100 feet away from him getting ready to fight his psychotic roommate.

Blaine Anderson was Wolverine.

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Blaine Anderson is Wolverine.

That realization turned Sebastian from horny to panicked in an instant. He took-off towards Blaine but a hand grabbed his arm and stopped him after only a few steps.

“Sebastian, you have to let Blaine do this” Trent told him in the way that only he could.

Tears came to Sebastian’s eyes as he practically begged to be let go “Trent, I can’t see him fall to the ground like that again. I can’t hear him scream out like that again. I ran away last time. I won’t do that again. You have to let me stop him.”

“You’re not running away” Trent assured him as his tears had finally begun to fall “You’re letting him do what he needs to do. Sebastian, we’ve all known that you have been in love with Blaine since the moment you saw him and it broke you when Slushie-gate happened. This is his way of bringing you back to us. You have to trust him and you have to trust us that we would never let Blaine be hurt like that again.”

Sebastian wiped his eyes, took a deep breath and then gave his friend a small smile “Damn, you all picked the right guy to stop me. If Thad would have said that crap to me I would have punched him.”

“Well, you’re in the right place for that” Trent teased “Come on, let’s see our boy do his thing. Besides singing of course.” The two of them got settled just as Blaine and Hunter started to circle each other. Everyone knew that meant it was time for the trash talk to begin.

“Well Anderson, you’re the infamous Wolverine. I’m kind of surprised you agreed to this.”

“I don’t see why, Clarington."

“Look at you and then look at me. I’ve got you by at least 6 inches and 15 pounds. Plus, I went to military school where they trained us to fight in war. What are you going to do? Sing me into submission?” Fuck, Hunter’s right. Blaine is a lot smaller than he is.

Blaine laughed “Do you know why they call me Wolverine? It’s not after the X-man.” Really? “It’s because even though I may be small, when I fight I am like a vicious animal. I have no worries about you.” Oh my god, I am sooooooo turned on right now.

“Oooooooowwwwwwwww!” replied the crowd, appreciating the zinger that Wolverine had gotten in.

“Then why are we wearing these boxing gloves?” Shut up dickwad. You are not hurting my B’s beautiful face.

“I’m a musician asshole. I need my hands and I don’t know what damage punching your face 40 or 50 times will do to them.” What do you know? Who knew Blaine could be such a bad ass? Well, I guess that would be practically everyone but me.

“Oooooooowwwwwwwww!” Same response from the crowd, but they all agreed that come back was better than the first.

Thad stepped between the fighters as he was their referee. “OK, you agreed to the terms of the fight. No rounds. No clocks. Victory by submission, knock out or disqualification. The officials the two of you agreed to are myself and there, there, there, there and there. Any of us can call a foul but at least one other official must agree with it. Agreed?” Leave it to prep school boys to set up a fight club with disqualifications and officials.

When both fighters acknowledged the officials, Thad continued “Since this is a King of the Mountain Challenge the only fouls are blows to the throat or crotch. First offense is a warning. Second disqualification.” With everything explained, Thad stepped back to let the trash talking resume.

“Who wrote such stupid rules?” Hunter complained “The throat and crotch should be fair game.”

“Hey, I wrote those rules. What can I say? I sing and I’m a teenage boy so those particular body parts are very important to me. Besides from what I’ve heard, due to your shall we say extra-curricular activities, crotch shots won’t be an issue because, you know, shrinking reasons.” Shit! Blaine knows about the steroids!

The crowd didn’t respond that time as they tried to figure out what Wolverine was talking about.

“I can tell you that I have absolutely no issues in that area” Hunter smirked.

Blaine took a couple of steps closer to his opponent and replied “Not even remotely bi-curious my ass. Oh, and by the way, how’s the pussy?” Fuck! Things just got real. Bad ass Blaine is my hero!

That time the crowd just responded with laughter. Even they knew how much what Wolverine said would piss off Hunter. Plus, they all hated that damn cat.

“Enough talking! I’m going to kick your ass!” Yup, he’s pissed!

“Not going to happen.”

 Hunter took a swing at Blaine but he was able to get out of the way before it hit. Then they really started to have at it. This wasn’t one of those fights where the participants took some time to feel each other out. Blaine got in a few good body blows before Hunter landed his first punch. Sebastian groaned every time Blaine took a hit which made Trent think that maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. What Trent didn’t realize was that Sebastian actually groaned because he was so fucking turned-on watching Blaine that he was trying everything possible to stop his oncoming erection. They weren’t working.

Sebastian was sure he had finally discovered where the title Sex on a stick came from.

The way that Blaine’s curls were slicked down by sweat was driving him crazy. Also, the sweat was not just in his hair but all over his body and it literally made his skin glow. What would it be like for Blaine to look just like that only naked and riding me like a race horse in the Kentucky Derby?

Then there was the way his normally bright, shiny eyes were dark and dangerous and how whenever he landed a good punch the right corner of Blaine’s mouth would go up causing an evil smirk. I wonder if he would make that same face if I was sucking his cock?

Last but not least, the way every muscle in Blaine’s compact, perfect body would ripple when he threw a punch or just moved around the area. Damn, I just want to run my tongue over every inch of him.

A thud pulled Sebastian out of his masturbatory fantasies. Every dirty thought he had had left him as he and Trent started to push their way through the crowd. When they finally reached the fight area they saw a body lying on the ground. It wasn’t Blaine. Blaine was standing off to the side as Jeff removed his gloves and Thad waved smelling salts at Hunter.

He was the most beautiful thing that Sebastian had ever seen.

None of them said a word but Jeff stepped aside to let Sebastian stand in front of Blaine. They stared at each other for a minute before Blaine asked “If we went back to your room to talk would your roommate be an issue?”

“My roommate is over there lying unconscious on the ground.”

“Good, let’s go.”

They just left, not even saying a word to their friends. None of them cared. Blaine and Sebastian were talking again and that’s all that mattered. When they reached the room Sebastian locked the door in case Hunter returned, but Blaine knew that wasn’t going to be an issue.

“So, what do you want to talk about Blaine?” Sebastian asked. He looked Blaine in the eyes and noticed that they were dark and dangerous like they had been during the fight. Sebastian hoped that meant what he thought it did.

“I don’t want to talk.”

“Oh, thank god” and in an instant the two of them crashed into each other with lips, tongues and hands going everywhere. Since Blaine had been pretty much naked to begin with and his sweats and underwear came off in one fell swoop, getting Sebastian to the same condition became the priority. Less than a minute later they were both naked. However, now they had calmed down, each taking in the sight of something they had dreamed about in the past.

Blaine broke their connection when he walked over to Sebastian’s bed (giving a little ass wiggle for affect) and sat down in the middle with his back against the headboard. He looked over at Sebastian but then stared down at his own cock. He then lifted his gaze back up before he asked…

“What are you waiting for?”

Evidently nothing for in a flash he was also on his bed with Blaine’s cock in his mouth and his hands sliding under him so he could grab ahold of that perfect ass he had been staring for so long. Once Sebastian gained a rhythm, Blaine’s fingers found a way to became entwined in his hair. He pulled a little too hard, but Sebastian didn’t care. That slight pain along with fact that he had Blaine Anderson’s cock down his throat was giving him more pleasure than he had ever known.

He had been so hard for so long that he reached down to take care of himself, but Blaine stopped him “No Bas, hold on. Let me take care of you. I’m going to…Oh, fuck!”

He had said earlier that Blaine, after he knocked out Hunter, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen but he was wrong. Blaine’s face while riding out an orgasm was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

A couple of kisses later and Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore “Killer, I’m so close. Please, it won’t take much.”

Blaine moved over to lay on his side and Sebastian did the same but made sure they were face to face. Blaine took his fingers and lightly moved them up and down Sebastian’s abs and inner thighs, never touching the one spot that Sebastian needed him to. “About that” Blaine said while never losing eye contact “You see, I just remembered how you spent the last year teasing me.”

That brought out a rather impressive moan from Sebastian because he didn’t like the sound of where this was going.

The fingers kept lightly touching, moving closer, but still not reaching where Sebastian needed them to be. Blaine rolled his eyes up to make it look like he was thinking and then he began to list “The whole bashful schoolboy thing, super hot!”

Moan

“Dancing at Scandals”

Moooaaan

“I want you back.”

Moooaaann

“Glad you came.”

“Blaine, pleeaassse!”

“Let’s not even mention the number of times I caught you staring at my ass.”

“Killer, please, please, I have to come!”

Blaine took hold of his chin and made Sebastian look him in the eyes. Then in a low, authoritative voice said “You can come Bas. You can come right now.” And he did. The best orgasm of his life and it happened without his dick being touched even once.  

As Sebastian laid there in his blissed out state, Blaine went to his bathroom and brought back towels to clean up with. He then sat down on the edge of the bed and took Sebastian’s free hand in his “I hate to do this, but I really need to get back to Nick and Jeff’s to change. There’s still a lot that needs to be done.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t I tell you? As soon as Hunter can make it back to the main building he’s being arrested.”

That information brought Sebastian to his senses “Um, no! I think I would have remembered that!”

“Evidently Hunter did go to a military school in Colorado until he was kicked out for pushing steroids…eight years ago. Since then he’s been in and out of jail for dealing drugs, but was somehow able to forge a birth certificate and academic transcript to get accepted here.”

“How the hell did you find all of this out?”

“When Sam and I came back here to get the trophy we both felt something was strange about Hunter so I got a private detective to look into it.”

“Killer, you and Sam were here yesterday.”

“I got a good private detective.”

“Blaine…”

“Ok, Robert Motta got me a private detective.”

Sebastian was floored “You went to the mob to investigate Hunter?!”

“Robert’s not in the mob. He’s a lawyer with a few side businesses. His daughter Sugar is in New Directions and I gave her voice lessons. He said if I ever needed a favor to call him so I did.”

Sebastian put his hands on Blaine’s cheeks, gave him a kiss and then brought their foreheads together “Blaine, I have always known you’re amazing, but everything you’ve done for the Warblers, for me…I just can’t thank…”

Blaine interrupted him before he could go any further “None of that. Seriously. Are we ok?”

“Absolutely” Sebastian said with a wink.

Blaine took a deep breath and then brought their hands back together “Bas, we need to talk about what happened here.”

Play it cool, Smythe. He just wants to talk. Ok, say something…“Bas?”

“Is that ok?”

“It’s great. Now what about what happened here?” Please don’t say it was a mistake…Please don’t say it was a mistake.

“When I finish a fight I always have extra energy, adrenaline that I have to get rid of. I just wanted you to know that I have never done anything like this before. I don’t regret what happened…Hell yeah!...it’s just that I have come off a spectacularly bad break-up with Kurt…Grrr, Hummel…and I need to find myself, save myself, before moving on. I just don’t want to lose you again while I’m doing that.”

“Killer, from what I’ve seen the last couple of days you are well on your way. I promise I will stay firmly in the friend zone for as long as you need me to. Even if that is forever.” Please don’t let it be forever.

“But you’d like the Blaine from earlier to come out and play every once in a while.”

“Not denying that” Sebastian said with a smile that brought out a very noticeable blush to Blaine’s cheeks.

“Damn Killer, how can you go from sex god to bashful schoolboy in five minutes?”

Blaine answered with a shrug “I don’t know. I’m just really talented.”

The next few days were extremely busy for Blaine. So busy that he and Sebastian were only able to text, which they did it several times a day. The one phone call that he did make was to Jeff to tell him about what Sam told him. Someone was leaking information about Fight Club and there were a couple of assholes out there somewhere that were talking.

Tuesday morning before classes resumed, the Warblers were summoned to meet in the commons. The Fight Club Rules Council (with newly added member Sebastian) met there a half hour early to discuss what Sam had told Blaine.

“So, all we know is that two guys named Toby and Wyatt know practically everything about Fight Club which they supposedly learned from a drunk friend that went to Dalton” Sebastian was trying to get the facts straight since he was new to this. Like last night Jeff, Nick and Thad showed up at his room and said “Hey, want to be on the Fight Club Rules Council?”

“We also know that Toby and Wyatt live in Westerville” Jeff added “We don’t know their last names or if they went to school at Westerville High but if they did when? Sam tried to get their license plate number, but by then it was too dark. I’m really glad we told Blaine to go ahead and fill Sam in on everything going on.”

“Speaking of Sam” Sebastian was glad he had been given an opening “do any of you know if…”

Thad started to laugh “You can chill out Sebastian. Sam is totally straight and has a girlfriend named Brittany. He and Blaine are just friends but for some reason call themselves Blam.”

That made Sebastian feel much better but he couldn’t help but add “Shame. Such a waste of those god given lips.”

By this time the rest of the Warblers had arrived so they all took a seat and waited for the Head Master. However, that was not the man who came.

“Good morning boys. Many of you have already met me, but for those that haven’t my name is Wesley Montgomery Sr. and I am a member of the Dalton Board of Governors. Now let’s get down to business because there is a lot of it to cover. First of all, yes, Hunter Clarington is a 25 year old drug dealing ex-con that was arrested Thursday night on several charges that we will not be discussing but you could probably find out on the internet. Also, Head Master Williams has been fired and may face prosecution for his role in Clarington’s crimes. I will be acting Head Master until a permanent replacement can be found.”

“We are advising everyone to not talk to the press, of which there is a lot of outside of the gate. Those of you that are under 18 cannot be interviewed without parent permission so just say that. For those of you that are over 18, we cannot tell you that you cannot speak to them. Just know that if you do it will be frowned upon.”

The boys all looked at each other in disbelief. This shit had gone much deeper than they thought.

“That is what we will be telling the entire student body. Now for you Warblers. The Board of Governors have spent hours this weekend not only talking to many of you but also your parents, former students and members of the community. After gathering copious amounts of information, we determined that everything that happened could be traced back to the incident known as Slushie-gate.”

Those that had been there glanced over at Sebastian who looked completely defeated. Without saying a word, the rest of them decided that Sebastian had been punished enough and if they had to go down, they would go down.

“Let me tell you, none of were happy to hear about this, but we have determined that no further punishments will be administered concerning that issue.”  

The expressions of relief on the boys’ faces didn’t go unnoticed, but Mr. Montgomery wasn’t finished “However, any Warbler that was at Slushie-gate will remain on probation for the rest of the academic year. If you have no further troubles the incident will be erased from your permanent record. If you have further troubles Slushie-gate will be held against you also. I will also tell you that no mention of the incident will show up on the official transcripts we send out with your college applications unless you have a second offense.”

That earned an audible sigh of relief from those involved.

“Now for you Mr. Smythe” Sebastian sat up straight hoping that if they were going to punish him they would do it individually and not in front of his friends. The other boys sat up straight also, once again ready to take the blame they felt they had deserved in the first place.

“While we question the decisions you made, many people came to speak to us on your behalf. We are officially reinstating you as captain of the Warblers.” A cheer went up from the boys as they all jumped out of their seats to congratulate Sebastian. The cheer was so loud that they almost missed it when Mr. Montgomery once again said “However”.

But they didn’t miss it so they quieted down and faced their acting Head Master “However” he repeated “So that there is a system of checks and balances within the group we are appointing you a co-captain.”

“Who?” Sebastian asked.

“Me”

The Warblers turned around to see who had said that. They were in a state of shock except for one boy who managed to smile as he watched his co-captain straighten his red and blue striped tie.

“Surprise!”

Blaine Warbler had returned home to Dalton.

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Three days before Sectionals, Blaine found himself in a back corner of the Dalton library trying to finish his paper on the fall of the monarchy during the French Revolution. He had known that he would be behind academically from his time at McKinley but hadn’t anticipated that it would be this hard to catch up. Of course, all the time he spent prepping for Sectionals didn’t help. It also didn’t help that there was a huge fucking mess to clean up after what happened with Hunter.

2 Weeks Earlier

Sebastian and I decided, well I decided but Bas agreed, that there is no way we are singing Whistle at Sectionals. Dalton has enough PR problems without a bunch of boys getting on stage and singing about blow jobs—Shut up Thad! We thought maybe we could chose songs that had been put together already but never performed in competition. If we did something like that we could just tweak the harmonies and dances and not have to start from scratch. Well, the new guys and I may have to start from scratch, but you know what I mean.

The other thing that didn’t help Blaine was the complete shit storm that followed after the Old New Directions found out about his transfer. However, that had probably been his own fault.

Day after Blaine’s Transfer

“Everybody at McKinley already knows but I guess I could announce it on Facebook since I need to change my relationship status anyway.”

Thad started to laugh “What are you going to change it to? Fucking Sebastian Smythe like a porn star?”

“Fuck off Harwood!” Sebastian snarled at his new roommate “Remember, you share a room with me now and you’re a heavy sleeper. Do you like your eyebrows?” He had to defend Blaine’s honor after all, or at least appear to. He actually kind of liked the idea of Blaine making that his new relationship status.

Sebastian’s threat didn’t stop Thad’s laughter “Hey, my old bed backed up onto the same wall as your bed does and the walls are very…very…thin.”

There had been an issue when Blaine moved into the dorms. The only open bed at the time was Hunter’s, but Blaine and Sebastian had sworn that it wouldn’t be a problem since they were firmly in the quote/unquote friend zone. Despite their assurances, that first night Blaine paid back the blow job Sebastian had given him after his fight. That resulted in Sebastian paying Blaine back for that blow job and so on (and then several more so ons), which led to a late night and many trips to the coffee cart the next day. That evening Blaine and Thad received permission to switch rooms, so Thad moved in with Sebastian and Blaine moved in with a Warbler named Doug.

In the end, Blaine chose to keep “his announcement” simple.

Blaine Anderson: Co-captain of the Dalton Academy Warblers with Sebastian Smythe

Relationship Status: Single

Maybe mentioning Sebastian had not been the best idea.

Blaine had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when Sebastian sat down across from him at the library table.

“So how many texts today?” Sebastian asked.

“47 so far”

“All from Hummel?”

“No, I had one from Santana promising to Go all Lima Heights on his ass if Kurt tried to talk to me at Sectionals. Everyone else seems to have settled down at least for now.”

“I still find it strange that Santana has been the one from the old group that has been the most supportive.”

“It’s Brittany, Sam’s girlfriend. Even though she and Santana are not a couple anymore they’re still close.”

“Did you tell Santana about what Sammy boy said to Gay Face?”

“Oh yeah, and her response was almost as good as yours.”

20 Minutes after Blaine’s Facebook status change

Sam left his room to go to the kitchen and get a snack. When he passed Finn’s room he had to stop and laugh because Finn was on the phone, pacing the floor and saying one thing again and again…

“Kurt, calm down!”

Sam thought he’d try to help Finn out. He wanted to tell himself it was because he was a good person, but in reality this was just too damn funny to pass by. Plus, he was fairly certain that Blaine would be interested in what Kurt had to say. He knocked on Finn’s door to get his attention and motioned for him to put his phone on speaker. “Kurt, I don’t know why Blaine changed his Facebook status to single.” Sam shot up his eyebrows and mouthed W…T…F while Finn shrugged to acknowledge he was confused as well “Why don’t you ask Sam?”

“Why would I ask Sam? He and Blaine don’t even like each other.”

“Actually Kurt, Blaine and I have become good friends.”

“Is that you Sam?”

Sam tried to prevent himself from rolling his eyes because he had a feeling that if he rolled them every time Kurt said something stupid he would get a headache “Yes Kurt, it is. Finn put me on speaker figuring I would have more answers about Blaine considering we have become good friends ever since we ran for student government together.”

“You ran for student government with Blaine? Did you win?”

Once more Sam glanced over at Finn who just shook his head in disbelief “Yes Kurt, I became Blaine’s vice-president when he was elected president which you would have known if you would have answered any of the calls he made or texts he sent. I mean the poor guy was at our victory party trying to tell everyone that you were off planning his Inaugural Ball when we all knew differently since he looked so disappointed. I can’t tell you the number of people I had to convince that you were busy and not being a jealous petty bitch because he won and you didn’t the year before.” No one had actually said that, but after he finally got Blaine to talk about Kurt not taking his calls, Sam formed his own opinion on the situation.

Finn hurried to pick up his phone and then took it off speaker “Kurt, Sam had to go.”

Sam had wanted to find out information for Blaine, but DAMN that felt good. It felt even better when he called Blaine and was reassured that he had done the right thing.

“I was amazed you didn’t hyperventilate from laughing so hard when I told you.”

“What can I say? It was funny” Sebastian said, smiling at the memory “And I like that your whole bad ass attitude seems to have rubbed off on your friend Sammy. I still think that after Sectionals, you and I should take him dancing.”

“That’s not happening Bas.”

“Why? Straight guys go to gay bars all the time.”

Blaine looked over at his friend(?), friend with benefits(?) and chuckled “You want to take a straight guy with those lips, a guy Santana refers to as Trouty Mouth, to Scandals?” 

They were interrupted when Blaine received yet another text from Kurt. “You want me to text him back for you Killer? It might stop him for at least a while. I could say something on how he couldn’t find the time to talk to you for weeks but now can’t stop trying to contact you.”

“Thanks, but the last thing I need is to set him off even more. Our set list will take care of that.”

“Did you tell Santana, Sam or any of the other New New Directions what we’re performing?”

“No. When I told the club that I was transferring we agreed to not discuss Sectionals and we have done a really good job of keeping things separate. And Santana? Seriously?”

Sebastian smiled what Blaine referred to as his Old Sebastian smile (kind of snarky, almost evil) “It is an interesting set list.”

“Yeah, but thankfully the Show Choir Officials dropped the International element” Blaine hoped the New Directions had gotten rid of their International element as well “I’m still worried about what Santana will think of the second song, but I’m actually more worried about what the former Warblers will say.”

“It’ll be fine. You called both Wes and David and got their blessings. Wasn’t David’s response Oh, hell yeah! Abso-fucking-lutely! If anyone wants to bitch about it, they’ll fucking have to deal with me?”.

When Blaine’s phone went off with another text alert from Kurt, Sebastian had to physically restrain him from throwing it across the room “Killer, what’s really going on here?”

Blaine threw back his head and then let out a huff “It’s just everything. It’s Kurt being an ass and I’m worried about how he’ll treat Sam when he’s here for Thanksgiving. I’m worried about the backlash from our performance and you know there will be one” he then brought his head down and turned his laptop around to show Sebastian “and last week Mr. Jordan assigned a 12 page paper due tomorrow and I only have 8 pages done.”

Sebastian read what Blaine had written “Why didn’t you ask for my help? You know members of my family were the only royals that survived the French Revolution.”

“I know Bas, but I have to prove to myself that I can keep up with the Dalton curriculum” Blaine admitted “I’m just frustrated and I want to go punch the bag but I can’t because I could pull a muscle and we really bumped up the dance steps on Dark Side.”

That is when the Old Sebastian smile came back again “You know Killer, I can help you with your…stress.”

Blaine shook his head at the comment, but did flash Sebastian’s favorite BSBL (bashful schoolboy look) “We agreed that wouldn’t happen anymore after Trent caught us.”

“No, you agreed. I have no problems with it.”

“The last time we relieved stress you had a scratchy voice for a couple of days. Since it would be your turn do you really want to take a chance with my voice this close to Sectionals?”

 Sebastian’s smile became even snarkier, if that was possible “You know there are other ways.”

Blaine tilted his head and stared across the table in disbelief “Are you saying that we should have sex?”

“What can I say? You blushed for me and it was super hot.”

Blaine walked around to the other side of the table, sat down next to Sebastian, put his mouth up to his ear and said in his special low and authoritative voice “Do you honestly believe that if we were to have sex that you would be in control?” That question made Sebastian’s breath hitch so loudly that he was sure the librarian across the room had heard him. He was relieved when that wasn’t the case but then he realized that Blaine wasn’t done talking.

“Do you honestly believe that I couldn’t wrestle you onto your back without really trying? That I couldn’t be three fingers deep in that ass of yours within a couple of minutes? That at the same time I would work my mouth down your body, biting a mark at every sensitive point for future reference? Do You?”

Sebastian couldn’t make his mouth form the word “no” so he just shook his head.

“Once I was done, do you know what I would do next?” Again, Sebastian could only answer with a shake of the head.

“You are such a fantastic dancer that I want to know exactly how flexible you are. I would bend you in half bringing your ass up for easy access. You’d be bent so far over that you’d be able to suck your own dick, but we both know that can’t happen. Why can’t that happen Bas?”

“Because I’m not allowed to touch myself” he forced the words out knowing he was in such a state that if Blaine told him to come he would.

“That’s right, and why can’t you touch yourself?”

“Because I can’t come until you say so.”

“Good boy, you’re right again” Blaine then slid his hand down and palmed Sebastian’s erection “I think I will be nice and tell you not to come. I mean it would be embarrassing for you to try and leave with a giant wet stain on your pants, especially with half of your Lacrosse team at the tables by the exit.”

Without another word, Blaine stood up and started packing up his bag.

Sebastian couldn’t believe that Blaine was leaving him like that. Then he reminded himself that Bad Ass Blaine was diabolical, almost sadistic and more effective than any porno ever made “Where are you going?”

“Oh, back to my room to finish my paper. You were right in that now that my stress is gone I should be able to get it done with no problem. There’s just too many distractions out here. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

As Blaine walked away he sang…Will you love me, with my Dark Side.

And Sebastian knew he could. These days that Blaine had been back at Dalton had been the best of his life. However, he also knew that in a few days Blaine was going to see his ex for the first time in a couple of months.

No matter what happened Sebastian wasn’t letting Blaine go without a fight.

Between classes and practices the next two days flew by and Blaine found himself back at McKinley for Sectionals. In true Sectionals fashion the first act was all kinds of awful leaving just the New Directions and the Warblers who were up next.

“Are you sure you want to do this Killer?”

“Are you kidding me? Isn’t a little late to change songs now? We’re about to go on.”

“I’m talking about the surprise we have planned for the middle of song two.”

Blaine just smiled and said “In the words of our pal David, Abso-fucking-lutely!

Meanwhile out in the audience, Mr. Schue surprised everyone. He had returned to support Finn and the club as well as find out what had been going on with Blaine. He also thanked Brittany and Kitty who had convinced a couple of Cheerios to perform with them. Two rows behind them were the Old New Directions who were trying to calm down a very agitated member.

“Santana didn’t have to have them drag me in here. I just wanted to say hi to Blaine and wish him luck.” Kurt turned around and saw that Puck and Mike were now seated behind him, ready to stop him if he tried to leave. Plus, they had made him sit in the middle of the row with Rachel and Mercedes on his left and Santana and Quinn on his right. He definitely wasn’t going anywhere.

Rachel put her hand on his arm and tried to be the voice of reason “Kurt, those former Warblers told you that if you didn’t leave Blaine and the other Warblers alone they were going to report you for interference” The entire group looked over into the next section and saw Wes and David waving at them “And since you are an alumnus of the New Directions, they could get in trouble too. You don’t want Finn to get in trouble, do you?”

“No” Kurt let out a huff and sat back in his seat “I just want to talk to Blaine.”

“Why?” Mike asked “You hadn’t talked to him for weeks and then sent him a text telling him to stop apologizing and that you were done. And seriously Kurt, were you really shocked that Blaine changed his Facebook status to single?”

“It was something that my boss said. She said that it’s hard to move on until you have accepted an apology. That sometimes it's the not forgiving that holds us back. I just thought Blaine would always be here when I was ready to forgive him.”

“Ok, first off, that is the most selfish thing I have ever heard” Santana hissed, trying not to yell “Second of all you’re a liar. This is about Blainers posting that he and Tall and Sexy Warbler are co-captains.”

“Santana! How could you call Sebastian that?” Rachel asked.

“Um, maybe because I'm not blind. We had our problems in the past but we’ve talked.”

That surprised the rest of the group who let out a collective “You’ve talked?!”

Santana didn’t answer them as the Warblers finally took the stage. After they were introduced, Mercedes leaned over and whispered to Rachel “Did you notice that Blaine isn’t with them?”

Down front Sam was getting excited. While Blaine didn’t tell him their set list, he did tell Sam to be prepared for a surprise message. However, when the first notes were sung, it was actually Artie that was surprised.

Baw waw waw waw…dun dun dun…da da da da da da

Uh-huh huh huh huh

Let me tell ya now Uh-huh

When I had you to myself I didn't want you around

A stunned Artie turned to see the expressions of those that had gone to Dalton with him the day they saw this performed. Rachel and Kurt were staring at the stage with their jaws dropped and Santana was laughing hysterically. Puck leaned forward and asked “Isn’t that the song they sang when you guys went to check them out? When we both wanted to sing MJ at Regionals?”

“Yes” Rachel answered “But they weren’t doing all of those flips.”

“Do you think this is Blaine’s way of asking me to get back together with him? You know he loves these big productions.”

Kurt’s statement was enough to end Santana’s laughter “You are fucking delusional Lady Hummel. I Want You Back is a giant middle finger from the Warblers to us. And when I say us I mean us and not this year’s team. Brilliant. The New Directions are in so much fucking trouble!”

When the song ended, the crowd went crazy with a standing ovation. The Warblers left the stage but soon two of them came back carrying chairs that they sat facing each other. Then there was an audible gasp from the audience as two boys carrying cellos came on stage and sat down. The gasp had been loud enough to hide the “Holy Fuck!” yelled out by the one person that knew what was going to happen.

“I thought they were an acapella group?” Finn whispered to Mr. Schue.

“It was a choice” Will answered but then added “This can’t be good.”

The audience was stunned again but this time by the amazing cello play which was soon joined by Sebastian singing Smooth Criminal. Just when those in the know started to wonder about Blaine’s continued absence, they heard coming on stage…

Annie are you ok? Are you ok Annie?

Blaine and Sebastian played off of each other, trying to keep their expressions as serious as possible. They failed a couple of times but they were having too much fun. In the audience, Santana couldn’t get rid of her smile which said a lot since when she had performed this with Sebastian she wound up with a Slushie to the face.

At one point the singing stopped as the cellos continued to play. Blaine and Sebastian walked to the front of the stage where Thad brought Sebastian a Slushie cup which gave flashbacks to everyone present at Slushie-gate. No one could take their eyes off the stage, not understanding what was happening only to become more confused when Sebastian reached in the cup and pulled out a recorder. Santana and every other member of the previous year’s New Directions knew exactly what it was. It was the recorder that Santana taped to her underboob to get the proof of what Sebastian did to Blaine. The proof that Kurt had given back to Sebastian because he wanted to beat the Warblers “fair and square”. But why would Sebastian be giving it back to Blaine, especially now?

Blaine took the recorder, turned to face the audience and found where Kurt was sitting. Everyone’s eyes went back and forth between Kurt and Blaine because even though they didn't know what was happening, it was obvious that Kurt was panicked and Blaine was pissed.

After he was assured that Kurt knew what he had, Blaine opened the recorder and pulled out the tape, tossing the recorder down to Sam. He then held up the tape for everyone to see before he dropped it to the ground and stomped on it.

During this time, Sebastian was off to the side of the stage. He took note of how the intense cello music heightened then tension between all the parties involved. There was no way this could have worked out any better.

When the vocals came back the next line was Blaine’s. He rarely changed the lyrics in a song but this time instead of singing I don’t know, he kept his eyes focused on Kurt and sang...

Now I know!

Chapter Text

Now I Know!

The moment the tape was smashed Wes and David turned to look over where Kurt and the other Old New Directions were sitting. Blaine had asked them to gage the reactions of the group. Although none of them were speaking, their facial expressions said enough as they ranged from panicked (Kurt) to pissed (Santana) to confused (everyone else).

“Why does the girl who sang Valerie look so pissed?” David asked.

“That’s Santana Lopez” Wes explained “She’s the one that went to Dalton and taped Sebastian’s confession. If Sam’s right and none of them knew what Hummel was going to do, she got played.”

While the tension in the audience continued to grow, the Warblers finished their set with Dark Side and received a thunderous applause as well as a standing ovation. The boys could not contain their happiness with what they had accomplished and mobbed each other on the stage with pats on the backs and even hugs. The Show Choir Officials had to come over and ask them to clear the stage so they could set up for the New Directions.

Blaine told the Warblers to go take their seats, but pulled Sebastian and the Senior Warblers to the side “Are you sure the whole recorder bit wasn’t too much? I mean, a couple of years ago Finn kissed Rachel on the stage at Nationals and they were penalized so many points that they didn’t make the top 10. What I did was also personal and could be seen as not Show Choir appropriate.”

His answer came from an unexpected source “I think everyone was too shocked that the Warblers were performing with instrumental accompaniment and that the guys playing the cello were off the charts dude” Sam told him as the New Directions had come back stage “I better go back. I’ll see you on stage when you’re shaking my hand, congratulating us for taking first place.”

“Not happening Trouty” Sebastian responded.

“Arrrggg! I don’t know if you and Santana becoming friends is a good thing but I can totally see it since you’re basically the same person” Sam said before heading off. Blaine and the others started to walk away when they were stopped.

“Hello Blaine, Sebastian, guys” Mr. Schue greeted the group while Finn stood silently beside him.

“Mr. Schue, Finn. If you’ll excuse us we are headed to our seats so I can support my friends.”

“Blaine, we need to talk.”

The other Warblers looked at Blaine who wasn’t surprised “No Mr. Schue, there is nothing for us to talk about and if there was this wouldn’t be the appropriate time or place. You should be over supporting the team you have abandoned for the last few months.”

“You’re not one to talk about abandoning the team” Finn shot back.

“No” Blaine’s voice was so calm that it almost scared Sebastian “I went back to the place I should have never left in the first place. I thought that would have made you happy, Finn. After all, you treated me like crap from the time I arrived because you were afraid that I was going to take over you place as top dog. Hell, the way you treated me didn’t even change after you graduated and were appointed temporary director. I won that stupid the New Rachel competition and you still didn’t give me a solo which was the supposed prize for winning.

“The New Rachel?” Sebastian asked even though he didn’t want to interrupt the roll that Blaine was on.

“Yes, the New Rachel. Evidently in the New Directions your name has to be Rachel to be awarded a competition solo.” Sebastian and the other guys chuckled but knew that later they would have a much bigger response to Blaine’s comment.

Finn began to defend himself but Blaine cut him off “And don’t say that it had nothing to do with what happened between me and Kurt because that would either make you a liar or a hypocrite.”

“Blaine, obviously more happened with the New Directions than I was aware of, but you know why I’ve been gone” Mr. Schue stated.

Blaine just shook his head. He had known his former director would find a way to deflect any blame “No Mr. Schuster, I don’t understand why you have been gone for so long especially when you had direct access to a United States Representative. A man that ran specifically on a platform of saving the arts in schools. A man that is the father and step-father of two of your three favorites. Favorites that you would have never dreamed of leaving, well wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving once you realized the chances of you making it on Broadway were nonexistent. Now, once again, please excuse us. We are going to find our seats to support my friends. Goodbye.”

When the boys passed the stunned pair, Sebastian told the others to go ahead “Are you ok? I mean I knew you’re pissed at Hummel but I wasn’t expecting that. That was some real anger there, Killer.”

“That would have come out eventually anyway, but you’re right, now wasn’t the right time. I was just upset that they were paying attention to me and not their own team. We can talk more about it later. Let’s go.” They had almost managed to exit the backstage area when they were stopped yet again.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Tricky Dick Warbler.”

“Hey bitch, watch it!” yelled Sebastian, probably louder than he should have.

“Sebastian, Coach Sylvester most likely compared me to Richard Nixon as he was also a president that resigned while in office. I’m sure that she is in no way an insensitive homophobe that made an offensive comment about my sexuality, especially as she held her beautiful baby daughter in her arms. In fact, you should probably apologize for using the language you did in front of Robin.”

“Her first” Sebastian wasn’t ready to back down. He had heard rumors about that woman.

“Alright, I am sorry kid and there is no need for Mr. Smooth Criminal to apologize” Sue stated in a response that surprised, no shocked, Blaine “Yes Young Burt Reynolds, I was comparing you to the greatest president in United States history so you should be honored. Now, what I wanted to say was that I have been waiting for one of you Glee Clubbers to go off on Butt-Chin and the Army Reject. Due to the eloquence of your verbal beatdown, I will from this point forward refer to you as Blaine Warbler. Consider it a reward. However, my benevolence does not extend to you, Mr. CW’s the Flash.”

“Oh, my god! I do not look like that guy!”

While Blaine and Sebastian tried to make their way to their seats, the Old New Directions questioned what they had seen on stage.

“Kurt, what did Blaine mean by Now I know?” Rachel asked.

“How should I know? You know how much Blaine wants attention when he performs” Kurt sought to down play what had happened, but the others wouldn’t buy it.

“You know I love you boy, but I’m calling bullshit on that one” Mercedes told him.

“And you know that none of us believe a fucking thing you’ve said when Mercedes of all people calls bullshit” Puck pointed out.

Kurt stood up to leave “I don’t need to listen to this. I’m going to go wish Finn good luck.”

“Don’t think so Kurt” Mike said as he and Puck each took a shoulder and pushed Kurt back down into his seat “Blaine is still backstage.”

“You can’t keep me here.”

“Oh yes we can, Hummel. Something is going on with Blaine and you know exactly what it is. He was totally pissed when he smashed that tape and you about peed yourself” Santana wanted nothing more than to get to the bottom of what’s going on, but knew she had to wait “However, we are here to support our friends so we’ll wait until this thing is over, but then you are telling us what the fuck…”

Quinn interrupted her and then motioned her head over to the next section “Guys, Blaine and Sebastian are back and they’re talking to the former Warblers.” Everyone tried to be subtle when they peered across the aisle but instead found all four guys waving at them like Wes and David had done earlier.

“Do they really think that we don’t see them looking over here?” Sebastian asked, not able to hide his amusement.

His question brought a particular memory back to the graduated Warblers “Maybe all of them would have been terrible spies” David said while attempting to hold it together.

“Yes, but none of them would have been endearing.”

When Wes said that, the three that had met Kurt day could no longer hold back their laughter.

Sebastian glanced over to see Kurt, Santana and the others were still staring at them “Ok, one day you guys are going to have to tell me that story. Killer, we should get seated. We’ll talk to you guys later.”

After they checked in with the Senior Warblers, Blaine and Sebastian were finally able to take their seats “Feeling any better, Killer?”

“Yeah, now I’m just upset because all of that shit backstage took away my high from the performance” Blaine responded.

“Not to further upset you, but later I need to tell you something Hunter said before the fight. It’s about Hummel’s dad. With everything that happened I forgot to mention it.”

“Kurt’s dad? Burt? Really?”

“I know, but once again not the place” Sebastian then noticed that Blaine had become restless in his seat “What’s going on Blaine?”

“I’m really nervous for Sam, Sugar and the rest of them.”

“Why?”

“Ok, I guess there is no reason I can’t tell you now. In fact, I probably should so you’ll react appropriately.”

“Ok, I promise to be a good boy” Sebastian regretted what he had said the moment it came out of his mouth.

“Good boy, huh?” Blaine responded with a wiggle of his eyebrows but not in that specific low tone, which Sebastian was thankful for.

“Oh, no you don’t. You are not doing that here. I’m still upset about the other day in the library” Sebastian leaned over and whispered “You left me so hard that I had to sit for half an hour and picture Trent in a speedo before I could leave.”

Blaine let out a chuckle “Fine” Blaine whispered back “I’ll give you a hand job when we get back to my house.”

“Fine, since your parents, Cooper and Thad will be around, I’ll settle for that.” Once again, Sebastian regretted what he said because now he could see that look in Blaine’s eyes.

“You’re going to settle for a hand job, huh? Well, then I’ll have to make it special, won’t I? How about when we are having Thanksgiving dinner with everyone I reach under the table, loosen your belt and take your dick in my hand? If you moan you can tell my mom it’s because her mashed potatoes are so good. If you squirm you can tell my dad it’s because you’re so full from my mother’s wonderful cooking that you had to loosen your belt. Your real problems are Cooper and Thad. They’ll be able to tell immediately what’s going on beneath the table. I doubt they’ll be able to hold back the laughter as the look on your face shows that you’re getting closer and closer and…”

Sebastian pulled himself away “You are a cruel, cruel person Blaine Anderson.”

“Oh, you know you love it when I talk to you.

And Sebastian did. He really, really did “Ok, maybe I do, but we need to talk about it happening in public” Blaine rolled his eyes and snickered so Sebastian decided it was a good time to change the subject “Anyway, to get back to what we were talking about before. What’s going on with the New Directions?”

“I don’t know what their set list is anymore, but if they kept a certain song…it’s…it’s…just…”

“That bad, huh?”

“Well, they’ve walked on stage so we’re about to find out.”

While Sebastian and Blaine leaned close to each other again so they could comment during the performance, Santana glanced over at the visibly seething Kurt and told herself “Nothing to do with Sebastian my ass.”

The New Directions started with Some Nights. Blaine knew the routine and thought it was a good start, but something didn’t look quite right and he wasn’t the only one that noticed “Were those tumbling passes always part of this?”

“No, they were really good but they didn’t fit. It’s like someone said at the last minute The Warblers had flips so we should too.

When the song ended, the girls left the stage while the boys moved into a formation. Kitty and Marley returned dressed in their Femme Fatal and Woman Fierce costumes. They received a loud cheer which became even louder when Kitty dropped into the splits in front of Jake and Ryder and started to sing Holding Out For A Hero.

“Marley and I were supposed to sing a duet here, but this is much better.”

“Is this where I’m supposed to act appropriately because the ones not behaving appropriately are the guys sitting behind us. Holy hell! Did the blonde just pull a whip out of nature boy’s dreads?”

“Wow, look at her spin it. She’s actually making Marley’s hair and cape blow out like she’s Supergirl.”

“Blaine, I think Thad’s about ready to propose to your little Dominatrix friend.”

Holding Out For A Hero received a standing ovation and the Warblers started to get a little nervous. The intro to the next song seemed to take a little longer than usual but everyone assumed it was so Kitty and Marley could change.

“Hate to say it Killer, but they have been really good.”

“I know. I just hope what I think is about to happen doesn’t. I mean, I want to win but not at the humiliation of my friends.”

“Come on Blaine, it can’t be that bad. Wait, is that…?”

“Yup”

“Whose fucking idea was it to do Gangnam Style?”

“Finn’s. Let it out. Say whatever it is you’re going to say.”

“I’ve only got two words to say.”

“Which are?”

“We won.”

And they did. After celebrating on stage Blaine, Sebastian and Thad made sure that the younger Warblers left with their families. Jeff and Nick took a couple of boys to the airport and Trent and Beat drove those who weren’t leaving until later back to Dalton. Once they were sure everyone was off, the three of them went to find Sam.

They found Sam and the rest of the New New Directions in the choir room. Blaine would have liked to say that he was surprised that neither Finn or Mr. Schue was there but he couldn’t. He whispered to both Sebastian and Thad to not mention it. “You guys were fantastic!” Blaine called out as they entered the room only to immediately find himself with Sugar in his arms.

“Well, not enough to beat you guys, but we’re ok” Sam told him which made Blaine feel a lot better. He had a secret fear that the others would blame the loss on him.

“Uh-hum, Blaine?” Thad coughed causing Sebastian to laugh.

“Oh yes. Everyone, most of you know or know of Sebastian, but this is my friend Thad Harwood. Thad, you know Sam, but this is Sugar, Brittany, Artie, Tina, Unique, Jake, Joe, Marley and last but not least, Kitty.”

“Hello everyone” Thad walked over to one person in particular, lifted her hand and kissed the back of it “Kitty, your performance was enchanting.”

Giggles permeated the room but Kitty didn’t care “You’re cute prep school. Have Blaine give you my number and call me after the holiday. I could use a Sugar Daddy for Christmas.”

Sebastian had what he thought was an impressively witty remark to input, but before he could say it he heard a voice that literally made his skin crawl.

“Blaine, we need to talk!”

Everyone turned toward the door to see not only Kurt but the rest of the Old New Directions. Finn had shown up as well.

“Yes, we do need to talk Kurt” Sebastian and Thad looked at each other when Blaine answered Kurt. He sounded just like when he trash talked with Hunter before the fight “but right now I am congratulating my friends on their performance.”

“Why are you congratulating them? They didn’t win.”

Everyone stood in stunned silence at what Kurt had the audacity to say. However, Blaine reached in his wallet and pulled out some money “Jake, Ryder take this. Why don’t the two of you take Kitty, Marley, Unique, Joe and Sugar to get a late lunch? Text us when you get to wherever and the rest of us will meet you later.”

Since they could feel the tension in the room, Jake and Ryder didn’t ask any questions “Sure, thanks Blaine. Come on guys.” Surprisingly the rest left without being coaxed, except for Sugar. She tightened her hold on Blaine and said loud enough for a certain someone to hear “Do you need me to call daddy for you?”

Blaine knew exactly what she was doing and it made him smile “No Sweetie, I’m good.”

“Well, you know to call him if you ever need anything” and then she stared directly at Kurt to add “absolutely anything.”

“I know. Tell him Happy Thanksgiving for me. I love you Sugary Sweet.”

“I love you too, Blainey.”

While everyone tried to figure what the hell was going on with Blaine and Sugar, Sam walked over to Sebastian and Thad “Is Blaine ready for this?” Sam asked “You guys didn’t see him before. He was like super depressed when Kurt wouldn’t talk to him.”

Sebastian tried to reassure him “Sam, I panicked when I found out that it was Blaine that was going to fight Hunter. I wanted nothing more than to go and pull him from the fight area. However, several really good friends” he stopped only momentarily to give Thad a nudge “reminded me that it was something that Blaine needed to do for himself. All we can do is support him. Now is that going to be an issue for you since you’re the one that is caught up in both worlds.”

“I’m not letting Kurt hurt him again.”

“I knew I liked you Sammy boy.”

Once those not involved in Slushie-gate were gone, Blaine was ready to get this conversation over with. Sam had assured him that none of the others knew what was really happened. Blaine was at the point where he needed to know one way or another.

“So Kurt, what do we need to talk about?” he asked.

“You know damn well what we need to talk about Blaine!”

“Oh, do you want to talk about this?” Sebastian pulled the smashed tape from his jacket pocket “Just so you know, that’s a blank. I got rid of the real one months ago.”

“What the hell is going on here?” Finn yelled “And why are you guys bringing up the whole Slushie thing now?”

“That’s because Blaine only found out about the tape a month ago!” Sam yelled back.

“Sam, no, this is not…” Blaine tried to stop him, but it didn’t look like that was going to be the case.

“Yes, it is Blaine. There are four truths here your’s, Kurt’s, the Warblers’ and the New Directions’. Now that you and the Warblers know the whole story, the New Directions are the only ones that need to find their truth. This can’t come from you or Kurt or even Sebastian. This needs to come from me.”

“Is this what Anderson meant by Now I Know?” Puck asked.

“Yes, it is Puck” Blaine answered before returning to Sam “I’m only going to let you do this if you promise me one thing. When we are done here, you go pack a bag and stay at my house over the holiday. I don’t want you caught up in any of the fallout from this.”

Sam nodded and turned back to face the others which sent Kurt into full panic mode “This has nothing to do with you Sam. This is between me and Blaine!”

“Well, that might have been the case if you wouldn’t have used the rest of us” then for emphasis Sam added “especially Santana.”

“Trouty, you better spill it right now” the way Santana said that had Mike and Puck moving over to prevent her from killing Kurt if things got as bad as they predicted they would.

“Ok, see, when Blaine first came to me about this he asked me if I knew and I told him I didn’t. Then he asked me was if any of you knew. I struggled with his question, but in the end, I had to believe that none of you knew either.”

“Sammy, I’m really confused” Brittany told him.

“Ok, here it goes. Remember when Sebastian threatened to put naked pictures of Finn on the internet?”

Everyone turned to look at Sebastian who raised his hands and shrugged “Sorry?”

“Anyway, when we told Mr. Schue about it Blaine said something about how Sebastian didn’t get in trouble for nearly blinding him. Mr. Schue said that the Head Master said nothing could be done because there was no proof.”

“But there was proof. Blaine just had Kurt give it back to Sebastian” Rachel reminded everyone but most of the others had already realized what Sam had been trying to tell them.

“You fucking asshole!” Santana lunged toward Kurt but Mike and Puck caught her “Blaine didn’t know there was proof. If he did, he would have said But Mr. Schue we had a tape or Why did I tell Kurt to give Slushie Warbler the fucking tape? He didn’t know there was a tape so he never told Hummel to give it back!”

“But, now I know” Blaine repeated “Now I know.”

Chapter Text

Blaine sat on the couch in his family room and tried not to drift off to sleep. It had already been a long day and it was far from over.

“Hey Killer” Sebastian said as he walked into the room “Do you need to take a nap before Sam and Puck get here?”

“No, but I will probably make some coffee. Sam and Puck just left so they’ll be a while. By the way, Puck’s going to stay here tonight since it’ll be late by the time we finish our conversation” Blaine stretched and yawned as Sebastian sat next to him “Did you and Thad find everything you needed? It sucked that you guys had practice after Sectionals.”

“Yeah, your mom showed us where everything was and yes, practice was brutal. I don’t think I’ve ever been that soaked. I just hope the rain stops by Saturday. The field was a nothing but a giant puddle.”

“Do you think that I could watch the game from the baseball dugout on the next field?”

“Probably not. If you still insist on coming you might want to grab a golf umbrella.”

“I’m sorry that your playoff game was scheduled for Saturday and you two couldn’t go away with your families for the holiday.”

“I’m not” Sebastian said in a tone that surprised Blaine a little “Thad actually misses his family and I’ll talk with my parents in the morning, but the thought of flying all the way to Paris to spend time with my sister that’s already three days past her due date? No, thank you. Sierra could be a queen bitch on a good day, let alone nine months pregnant.”

“That makes sense, plus I’m happy you’re here” Blaine smiled and then got up to start a pot of coffee at the bar in the back of the room.

“Speaking of my sister” Sebastian turned in his seat so he could see Blaine “Something Hummel said about her was strange.”

“Kurt said a lot of strange things earlier. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“When I said that I had a sister he said No you don’t and then argued with me like I would lie about something like that.”

“You’re right, that was strange” Blaine stopped what he was doing when he received a text “It’s from Mike. Santana has finally stopped swearing in Spanish and has decided that life in prison for Hummelside was not worth it.”

“At one point I didn’t know who she wanted to take down more, Hummel or his brother.”

“Fortunately for the two of them, Artie was brave enough to put himself in front of her. It would have been one thing for her to have escaped from Puck and Mike to get to them, it would have been another thing entirely if she knocked over a kid in a wheelchair to do it.”

Flashback

“So, Kurt didn’t tell Blaine about the tape. I don’t get what’s the big deal” Finn really appeared to be confused, but that didn’t matter to the others.

Rachel slunk to the back to stand by Quinn, Tina and Mercedes who had been smart enough to get out of the line of fire. Artie pulled himself in front of Santana and tried to remember some of the blocking techniques he learned on the football team.

However, Santana had become eerily calm. That was actually far scarier.

“Listen up Mr. Schue Wannabe, I’m going to say this nice and slow so you will understand. Kurt and I had this little heart to heart where he was all sad because nothing was going to happen to Smythe and Blaine wouldn’t get justice. That’s when we came up with the idea for me to go to Dalton and get a confession on tape. I got the confession all right, but I also took a Slushie to the face.”

Sebastian stepped forward “Ok, that I’m actually sorry for.”

“That’s ok Stretch. Just know payback can come at anytime, anywhere.”

“Good with me” but he turned to Blaine and admitted “Actually, I’m pretty fucking scared.”

“You should be” Blaine told him.

“Ok, so Kurt knew about you going to Dalton. I still don’t see why this is an issue now.”

Everyone just shook their heads at what Finn said but Puck added an “Oh, dude.”

Santana stared directly at Kurt and studied his expression, like it would answer a question. Then she laughed, but not in the good way “All of this had nothing to do with the Slushie, did it Hummel? This had everything to do with I Want You Back, but not the one from today. This is about the performance we saw that day at Dalton. This is about how Blaine and Sebastian were practically eye fucking each other during the entire thing while you sat there like a little bitch and let it happen right in front of you.”

“Um, hate to interrupt your whole verbal beatdown of Kurt, which by the way, totally awesome” Thad apologized, kind of “But as someone who was there from the beginning of Seblaine, there’s no practically about the eye fucking. It began the moment they saw each other.”

“Seblaine? Seriously?” Blaine asked.

“What can I say? The Warblers have shipped the two of you since Uptown Girl.”

“See Kurt, everyone knows I’m right” Santana was back in control of the conversation “You and your whole “I don’t believe in violence” speech may have been sincere but you used it to your advantage. You gave the tape back so you looked like the bigger man. You had stood up to Sebastian the bully. You were Blaine’s hero, but then you figured out that you couldn’t tell him, didn’t you? Blaine would have known the truth. That you had thrown away the proof that he so desperately wanted. Your whole brilliant plan blew up in your face. How fucking lucky were you that everyone assumed Blaine knew about the tape so no one asked him about it?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kurt yelled at her, which bolstered Santana’s theory in the minds of many of those there.

“No, Kurt. Looking back on what we saw with your relationship with Blaine, I think she nailed it” Sam told him.

“Shut up Sam! You have nothing to do with this!”

“Tisk, tisk Kurt. You seem to have forgotten that I told you Blaine and I are BFFs now.” Sam put his arm around Blaine’s shoulders to make his point.

Is it just me or are Sam, Blaine, Sebastian and Thad really hot (Rachel)

So, so hot (Tina)

I’ve never seen Sam that confident before. You’re right. So, so hot (Quinn)

Oh, hell to the no. Those boys are fucking sexy. What? I live in LA now (Mercedes)

“What are you laughing about Smythe?!” by now Kurt was pretty much in hysterics. Finn tried to calm him down but to no avail “I don’t believe for a minute that Sam and Blaine are best friends. They hated each other last year.”

“Oh no, Sam is Blaine’s BFF but I’m his FFB.”

“FFB?” Blaine asked with a tilt of the head and a lifted eyebrow. Actually, Blaine pretty much always had to tilt his head to look up at Sebastian.

“Yes, friendly fuck buddy.”

“Once again, forgive the interruption” Thad said “But I can confirm that one as well. The dorms have very thin walls. Blaine and I even had to switch rooms.”

Sex at a private boys’ boarding school. Oh, this is even better than porn (Mercedes with the others nodding in agreement).

End of Flashback

“I couldn’t believe you said that.”

“What, I thought it fit the moment” this time their conversation was interrupted by a text that Sebastian received “Well, I’m an uncle. Isabella Juliette was born about an hour ago.”

“Congratulations! Now are you sorry that you couldn’t go with your parents?”

“Nah, I’ll go see her Spring Break. Maybe you could come with me?”

“Go to Paris in the Spring? Uh, yeah. Could we have a picnic in front of the Eiffel Tower? Or go to the gardens of Versailles? I bet the flowers there are really fragrant when they bloom.”

Sebastian was excited that Blaine was excited about the idea of going to Paris with him, but of course he played it off “First of all Killer, picnic at the Eiffel Tower? Totally cliché. And flowers smell the same everywhere. I’m going to call my mom and I should probably check on Thad. I know he wanted to be out here when you talk to Puck.”

“Go ahead. I wanted to make that call about Burt anyway.”

Before Sebastian got out of the room his phone went off. It must have been his mother since he answered in French. Blaine took note about how sexy Sebastian sounded. It could come in handy later.

Sometimes Blaine wished he could start his relationship with Sebastian anew, but then he remembered how easy it was for the two of them to be with one another. Oh hell, who was he trying to kid? He loved the way Sebastian would practically melt when he spoke to him in that particular tone. How the banter flowed effortlessly between the two of them.

It was too bad that Brittany had been caught in the crossfire between their banter and Kurt's beliefs.

Flashback

“Of course the two of you are fucking” Kurt over exaggerated as he threw his arms in the air.

“Why wouldn’t they be?” Sam asked “They’re both hot. If I swung that way, I’d do them.”

“Well Sammy boy, if you ever decide to use those lips for what they were intended, you know where to find me” Sebastian propositioned.

Blaine shook his head “Oh please. Everyone here knows that if Sam ever chose to go gay for someone, it would be for me.”

I’m so horny right now (Rachel)

So, so horny (Tina)

I don’t want to leave, but when this is over I may have to go take care of myself (Mercedes)

Or we could go to the showers and help each other out. What? Mercedes may have moved to LA, but I joined a sorority (Quinn)

“Guys, no need to fight about it. There’s enough of me to go around, but of course you’d have to ask Brittany first” Sam couldn’t believe what he had said but the shock on the faces of the other New Directions guys was priceless.

“That’s ok Sam, I’ll share but only if you guys let me watch” Brittany told them with a wink “or join in the fun. And by the way Sebastian, Sam does know what to do with those lips.”

Damn, I wonder if Brittany would share with the rest of us? (Mercedes)

Oh no, you and Quinn had your chances. Time for the rest of us to get a turn. What? NYADA has co-ed showers (Rachel)

“We should really stop” Blaine informed everyone “Kurt has to be uncomfortable with this conversation. After all, he doesn’t believe in bisexuality.” When Blaine realized what he said he almost became physically ill “Oh Brittany, I’m so, so sorry.”

End of Flashback

“Blaine? Killer?” Sebastian didn’t think Blaine was asleep. He almost appeared to be in a trance, but a small shake brought him back.

“Hey, how are your sister and niece?”

“Good. Sierra had absolutely no contractions or anything like that so my parents had gone to the symphony with friends. They were barely in their seats when they got the text from Antonio that they were on the way to the hospital. Isabella was born two hours later. By the way, my parents told me to tell you and your parents thank you yet again and they thought you coming to Paris with me for Spring Break was an excellent idea. Now, what had you so deep in thought when I came in?”

Blaine sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration “I can’t get the look on Brittany’s face out of my mind. I mean, I almost threw up when I mentioned Kurt’s views on bisexuality. I don’t understand how he could say all of those things to her.”

“I don’t know either Blaine, I just don’t know. We had probably pushed him too far and he was already going to blow up at some point. Brittany was just an easy target. And listen, I’m not even going to pretend that I understand the whole dolphin, unicorn, bicorn hierarchy, but it was pretty damn amazing when Brittany told Hummel he was no longer a unicorn. That he had turned mean and lost all of his magic so now he was just a jackass.”

“You just liked it when she slapped him.”

“Not denying it. Now are we finally going to discuss what really upset you? You’ve managed to avoid what happened since I got back from practice. Thad is sound asleep. Your parents went to the airport to pick up Cooper and Sam and Puck are still about 45 minutes out. Killer, I was sure you were going to beat the shit out of Finn and I need to understand why.”

“I didn’t want to tell them about Sadie Hawkins, Bas. I knew I might have to but fuck! He just wouldn’t let it go!”

Flashback

Sam jumped in to grab Brittany and pulled her over to Santana meanwhile Finn felt it was his duty to defend Kurt “Ok, I understand Brittany being upset about what Kurt said. He’s allowed to have his opinions and he should have kept them to himself, but this is not his fault, it’s Blaine’s. I mean he’s the one that brought all of this up in the first place.”

Sebastian and Thad held Blaine back since they knew he would beat the shit out of Finn if he could get to him “Fuck off Hudson” Sebastian yelled at him “You’ve treated Blaine like shit from the beginning, but you’re not laying this one on him just because he accidently let out something Hummel told him that was not only ignorant but bigoted.”

Puck moved over to Finn “Do you have a fucking death wish?” Puck asked him “You know Blaine could kick your ass without trying.” He then realized what he said and knew he had to fix it. Finn may have known that Blaine had been in Dalton’s Fight Club but he didn’t know Blaine was Wolverine “You’ve seen him box.”

“No, I don’t care. None of this would have happened if Blaine and the Warblers hadn’t brought up all of the Slushie shit. It was fucking months ago!

“Tell him Kurt!” Blaine shouted at Kurt but then groaned out loud in frustration. He had not wanted this to ever come out, especially not like this.

“No” Kurt crossed his arms across his chest and held firm “I told you I would never tell them and I’m not going to now.”

“You’re choosing now to be honorable? You’ve got to be shitting me! Tell him Kurt! Finn’s so fucking delusional that he’s not about to believe me!”

“Now Hummel!” Santana snarled at him.

When Kurt held firm and refused to speak, Blaine realized that this would have to come from him “Before I went to Dalton I went to Westerville. I had come out the year before and while I heard comments in passing, I was never outright bullied like Kurt was. The school had a Sadie Hawkins dance and I asked a guy to go with me. No one said anything during the dance but afterward we were jumped by three guys and had the shit beat out of us.”

There were gasps from the group, but the biggest reaction was from Rachel. She walked over to Blaine as tears streamed down her cheeks and her voice quivered when she asked him “That was you?”

“Yes, it was. Rachel, are you ok?”

“When it happened, my dads sat me down and told me about what happened to you. Even though it wasn’t reported that you were gay or that it was a hate crime, they had found out it was. They explained to me how what happened was because some people couldn’t accept that you liked boys. Those same people would not accept that my dads loved each other and the same thing could happen to them. They also taught me how I had to be careful because those people could take out their hate on me because I was their daughter.”

“Oh Rachel, I’m so sorry.”

“No Blaine, I am so sorry this happened to you. What happened to the people that did this to you?”

“Nothing. There were no witnesses or if there was they didn’t come forward. The guy I went with had no memory of what happened. I remembered bits and pieces but not enough to be able to identify anyone.”

“This was why you wanted the proof about what Sebastian had done, wasn’t it? You didn’t have the proof to get justice for what happened after that dance. Am I right?”

“Yes”

“And Kurt never told you he had proof about what happened with the Slushie?  Kurt knew how important that proof was to you and he gave it back to Sebastian anyway?”

“Yes” Blaine didn’t have the heart to tell Rachel what Kurt said when he first told him.

“Thank you for sharing your story with us, Blaine. I know that it was very hard for you.” Rachel calmly turned to face Kurt, but Thad was able to stop her when she lost it.

End of Flashback

“What Rachel told us was heartbreaking, but it stopped you from going after Hudson. Do you know how she’s doing now?”

“She’s over at the Hudmel house. Mercedes and Finn prevented her from what Santana would call Going all Lima Heights on his ass. Her fathers are actually there too. They explained to Burt and Carol everything that happened to me and why Rachel was pissed. The chaos was how Puck was able to get Sam out of there and no one asked questions about why they didn’t want Finn to come.”

“How did you find out all of this?”

“Burt told me when I called to ask if I could come to talk to him Friday.”

To say that Sebastian was surprised by that would have been a MASSIVE understatement “You called Burt?”

“You knew I made a call about what you told me Hunter said.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect that. I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not” Blaine told him “Number one, you have Lacrosse practice. Number two, this was about you. If Burt was involved, he’s more likely to talk to me without you there. Plus, I have to go to Lima on Friday anyway.”

“Why?”

“Sugar” Blaine sighed. This was possibly what upset him the most “Everyone from the New Directions knows what happened except for Sugar and the New New Directions. When she’s told about this it has to come from me. Hell, when her dad hears about this it has to come from me. Sam, Mike, Puck, Artie and Tina volunteered to tell the rest of the them.”

“Ok, I’ll let you have that one, but Blaine once again you have avoided my original question. Why did you want to go after Finn and not Hummel?”

“Because Finn was the reason I was stuck at McKinley.”

For the second time in less than five minutes Sebastian was surprised by something Blaine said. No, this time he was outright flabbergasted “Killer, you’re going to have to explain that slowly because I don’t know how to wrap my head around what you said.”

“It was my decision to transfer to McKinley, I’ll admit it. I was in love with Kurt, at least I thought I was, and I would be better able to protect him there. However, everything went to hell pretty quickly. Did you ever hear that I actually had to try to try out for the New Directions? Then I got Tony in West Side Story and Kurt went into total bitch mode. Then I went to Dalton and met a certain some one that evidently I have eye fucked since the moment I first saw him.”

“Will not apologize for that because as you found out the eye fucking was reciprocated” Sebastian responded with a wink. Oh shit!

“Yes, it was, wasn’t it? That was the start of the teasing, if I remember correctly” Blaine’s voice dropped and his eyes got that look that Sebastian couldn’t resist. However, this time he was able to control the urge to drop to his knees and call Blaine Sir.

Holy hell, how had this become his life? The question was rhetorical because Sebastian knew exactly how and his name was Blaine Anderson.

“No, no, no!” Sebastian walked away to prevent an unfortunately timed boner “You have not yet told me how Finn kept you at McKinley.”

“When you saw me and Kurt at the Lima Bean after your Sectionals, you overheard us talk about how the New Directions were a mess, right? Mercedes, Santana and Britt had left for the Trouble Tones. Finn ignored all of my suggestions and Mr. Schue let him do it. I was so frustrated that I got into an argument with Sam and had to leave the choir room. I went to the locker room and worked out on the heavy bag. I made the decision right then to go back to Dalton. Then I fucked up.”

“I don’t understand. What happened?”

“I told Finn about Fight Club. I didn’t mean to. I was pissed but not only at him. I was mad at myself. I had broken the number one rule of Fight Club. I immediately knew I had to stay to make sure he wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Oh Killer, the guys would have understood. You didn’t tell him any of the information, you only told him that it existed.”

“Didn’t matter. I had to protect it. Plus, after Sectionals things slowly got better especially between me and Kurt, or at least they appeared to. We seemed to be the perfect couple to everyone, well maybe not you and the Warblers, but I sank into a depression I couldn’t control. Then Slushie-gate happened and I was so mad and hurt. Bas, I hope you know that I would have never used that tape against you, I just needed it for my own wellbeing.”

“I know. I really do.”

“Plus, I think if I tried to turn it over, the guys would have come forward and told me how you were protecting them.”

“But why did you stay after Finn graduated?”

“I thought about going back, but Kurt and I happened to be at a good spot in our relationship. I thought I was happy. Everything didn’t go to hell until three weeks later.”

“Kurt abandoned you and you cheated on him.”

“Oh, I never cheated on Kurt.”

 

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“Oh, I never cheated on Kurt.”

 

“Bas?...Bas?...Sebastian?” Blaine realized before they started that Sebastian may have been thrown off by what they discussed. However, complete silence was totally unexpected.

“Um…um, ok…yeah” Sebastian had finally regained the ability to speak “What did Hummel say when you told him?”

“Well…” Blaine drew out the word and scrunched his face because he knew how Sebastian would react when he admitted “I never told him. There wasn’t any point.”

This time Blaine was right about what Sebastian would do. He sprung out of his seat, paced the room and started to yell. Not at what was just said, but in frustration over everything Blaine went through.

“What the hell! No point! How about that bastard told anyone that would listen that you were a cheater and probably worse! Bet he never told them that he had already checked out of the relationship but didn’t have the balls to talk to you about it!”

After that, the last thing Sebastian expected to see was a smile on Blaine’s face. His stupid, dirty sexy smile.

Damn it!

“Bas, please come back here and sit next to me” Blaine patted the sofa cushion next to him and Sebastian did what he was asked. Not because he wanted to be a good boy or anything like that.

Damn it!

“Look at me” Blaine put a finger under Sebastian’s chin and moved it until they were looking directly into each other’s eyes “I’m fine. I’m great even. I don’t see any reason to talk to Kurt about it because he wouldn’t believe me anyway. Plus, I don’t give a fuck what he thinks anymore.”

“But what about everyone else? Don’t you care what they think?”

“Not really” Blaine answered honestly “I’ve pretty much told everyone important to me now that I’ve told you.”

Sebastian was exceedingly happy with Blaine’s answer. From what Blaine had told him, only a couple of months earlier he had been a shell of his true self as he tried to be all things to all people. It was almost impossible to think of him like that because now he was confident, cocky to the point of arrogance and sexy. Very, very sexy. Like sexy to the to the point that it was difficult to not reach over, pull Blaine’s pants down and blow him right there on his parents’ couch.

Damn it! Focus Smythe! Ok, what were we talking about? Oh yeah…

“Besides me, your parents and Cooper who else have you told?”

“Fuck! I forgot about Cooper. Guess I’ll have to take care of that this weekend. Actually, I told Sam and I will tell Sugar after I talk to Burt about what Hunter said. That will be a hard one.”

“Talking to Burt or telling Sugar about this as well as Sadie Hawkins?” Sebastian made a mental note to ask Blaine again about his relationship with the mob princess. There seemed to be much more there than Blaine had previously told him.

“Telling Sugar but my conversation with Burt will be difficult too. I still find it hard to believe that Burt Hummel had anything to do with what happened with Hunter. Oh, and in case you were wondering, I plan to tell the guys when we get back to Dalton on Monday.”

“I figured as much” Sebastian could tell that something still bothered Blaine “What’s wrong Killer?”

“Bas, how did you and the guys know about what happened between me and Kurt? I mean it all took place the week before you guys tried to get me to come back to Dalton. Both the Old and New New Directions knew but I don’t think they would have told any of you. There was the other guy, duh, but he had nothing to gain by saying we slept together when I stopped things before they went too far. Plus, I don’t believe he knew anyone at Dalton or he would have said something when I told him I had gone there.”

Sebastian had to think for a moment before he remembered “Jeff told me. No, he found me and said It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one that Blaine slept with. Killer, what’s wrong?”

“When I told Kurt that I was with someone, not that I cheated, the first thing out of his mouth was It was Sebastian, wasn’t it? So, basically word for word what Jeff said. I know the wording isn’t uncommon, but it was your tone of voice. The tone you used was eerily similar to Kurt’s. Was it the same one that Jeff used?”

“Yes, but Blaine, you can’t believe Jeff knew something about this. Maybe we should ask Thad if he knows anything.”

“Ask Thad what?” Thad had come into the room but neither Blaine or Sebastian had noticed.

“Thad, who told Jeff that Blaine cheated on Kurt? And do you know why they said it was me?”

“Sebastian, we all kind of assumed if Blaine were to cheat on Kurt it would be with you. You know, the whole eye fucking thing. And Hunter told us.”

“How the hell would Hunter have known?” Blaine’s question had to wait because they heard a garage door open which signaled that Blaine’s parents had returned with Cooper.

Sam and Puck arrived a few minutes later and the next hour was spent with talk of Sectionals, Sebastian and Thad’s upcoming Lacrosse game and Cooper’s latest Free Credit commercial. When Cooper became long winded, Blaine went to his mom and told her that they were all tired but wanted some time to hang out. Mrs. Anderson took the hint and told Cooper that was enough and to leave the boys alone.

After everyone said goodnight, Blaine led his guests to the family room and they settled in. They really were tired but knew this was the time to discuss the guys that Sam, Puck and Finn had met the night of the fights. The Dalton boys wanted to hear Puck’s version of what happened to see if it differed from Sam’s. It just so happened that he did remember something that Sam had not. Something that turned out to be extremely important.

“They said that spectators had to sign a blood oath?” Thad asked “They said blood oath and not registration form?”

“That’s right, they did call it a blood oath” Sam confirmed now that Puck had jogged his memory.

“But then I said it was called a registration form” Puck admitted. He hoped that since he had been helpful none of the mysterious consequences for talking about Fight Club would be enforced.

Blaine looked around to the others who each gave him a nod of approval. That included Sam. He had been brought into the Inner Circle on a limited basis. Blaine didn’t want him to get in too deep for his own protection.

Even though he was still apprehensive, Blaine knew what he had to do. There was no real choice “Puck, if you want to stay you can but we’re about to discuss issues that will include Fight Club. You won’t be able to talk about what we say with anyone outside of this room, including Finn. You would have to keep secrets from your best friend and not just that I am Wolverine. So, the choice is yours.”

He decided to stay. Blaine told him of his argument with Finn, how he let it slip about Fight Club and the reasons behind his subsequent decision to remain at McKinley. Puck had heard Finn’s side of the events, but was surprised how much they differed from Blaine’s. He hated to admit that Blaine’s side was most likely closer to the truth.

To further prove his point, Blaine included how he and Kurt, while they had good patches, were never the ideal couple they tried to portray themselves to be. Puck said that he wasn’t surprised and that he had never liked Kurt, but had tolerated him for Finn.

“Yeah, not liking Kurt was an understatement” Sam suppressed his desire to chuckle at Puck’s last statement as the situation itself wasn’t funny “You used to throw him in dumpsters.” 

“Well, as Sebastian said to Lopez about her Slushie, I am actually sorry for that one…or eight.”

Puck went on to say that he would not apologize for anything Finn had said or done. However, he believed Kurt had somehow convinced Finn to do all the dirty work to “sabotage” Blaine. He had been stunned by the hell he received over his shit fits when Blaine got Tony in West Side Story.

Blaine didn’t know if he agreed with Puck’s theory but did explain what he called the Alpha Gay excuse. While Kurt had not used the term until he tried to justify texting Chandler…

That threw Sebastian over the edge “Wait! That SOB was texting, but probably sexting, some guy and somehow made it your fault?! And I’m sure he conveniently forgot that fact when he gave you hell…”

Blaine was able to stop Sebastian before he said anything else. He then went back to before Sebastian interrupted and continued to explain how he now used the term Alpha Gay to refer to all of Kurt’s jealous moments.

While everyone had different opinions about everything that had come out, they were all adamant about one thing…Kurt could never find out about Fight Club.

Thad picked up a file that was on the side table next to him and handed it to Puck. It was clear that he didn’t understand so Blaine informed him “We would like for you to sign a new contract. This is an oath of silence for only those involved in the Inner Circle of Fight Club. We call it the Blood Oath.”

“Hold up!” Sam immediately understood what that meant, but he wanted verification “Toby and Wyatt talked about a blood oath. Do you think they know about both forms and accidently screwed up the names?”

“That’s the problem” Sebastian told him “it proves that the leak is most likely someone involved pretty high up in Fight Club and not just a spectator. We have a much bigger problem than we originally thought.”

After Puck signed his oath, the guys spent the next half an hour on what the next move should be. Unfortunately, the day caught up with them and they decided to call it a night. Blaine help make the pull-out bed for Puck and said good night to Sebastian and Thad before he and Sam headed off toward his bedroom. The two had looked forward to nerding out together with some Star Wars Fan Fiction. Blaine excused himself to go to his bathroom and change, but when he returned something was different.

“You’re not Sam” Blaine couldn’t help but smile, no smirk, at the sight before him.

“Sam and I switched” Sebastian told him as he sat up on Blaine’s bed with his back to the headboard. He was a little nervous about what he had done but it was too late to go back now.

Blaine sat down next to him “I get that Bas, but why?”

“Um…Thad wanted to ask Sam questions about Kitty.”

He didn’t say anything, but Blaine gave Sebastian one hell of a stop fucking lying to me stare. It took Sebastian approximately three seconds to fold.

“Alright, I asked Sam to switch with me.”

“Because?”

“There were a couple of things I didn’t get to talk to you about earlier.”

“Bas? Is that the real reason?”

“Yes”

“Bas?”

“Ok, fine. I didn’t like the idea of you and Sam sleeping in the same bed together.”

“Come on, get up” Blaine nudged Sebastian off of the bed to pull back the covers “Get in.”

“What? I mean…”

Blaine shook his head when he realized that Sebastian had no idea what he wanted him to do “We’re going to cuddle, you idiot. You do know how to cuddle, don’t you?” When he still appeared unsure, Blaine pulled him down and maneuvered their bodies until they were lying on their sides with Blaine’s back pressed into Sebastian.

“No matter what Bas, you are at least six inches taller than me. You have to be the big spoon.”

Sebastian did not know what he had expected when he asked Sam to switch with him but it definitely wasn’t this. Lying there and holding Blaine in his arms was like he had come home to a place he didn’t know he had missed.

If only he could not think about the fact that his dick was pressed up against Blaine’s ass.

The two of them laid there for the first few minutes and listened to each other breathe. Finally, Blaine asked “What’s going on Bas? Why did you have a problem with Sam sharing a bed with me? I know what I said about if Sam went gay it would be for me, but that was to fuck with Kurt. You know that, right?”

Sebastian let out a big sigh. He wasn’t a person that liked to talk about his feelings, but Blaine sure was “It’s just…I mean…Damn it! Why is this so fucking hard to say?”

“Bas, it’s ok. If you’re not ready…”

“No! I want to. This is harder than I thought it would be.”

Blaine grabbed Sebastian’s arms and pulled them tighter around him “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.”

Huh? “I’m fairly sure the death grip you have on my waist guarantees that I’ll stay here with you.”

“You didn’t last time.”

Last time? “Bas, what is the real problem? I don’t understand what you mean by last time.”

“When you cheated/not cheated with that other guy. I know we weren’t in a good place at the time, but there had always been something between us, right?” Sebastian paused to steel his nerves and then asked the question he had wanted an answer to for months “Blaine, did you even think about coming to me?”

Blaine was happy Sebastian was unable to see the relief on his face. This he could handle “I almost called you a hundred times but each time I convinced myself not to.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When all of this went down I was really messed up. Like really, really messed up. I went to him for attention and to feel wanted, no, desired. I knew that circumstances could lead to a hook-up, yet at the same time I was holding on to the belief that Kurt and I could work things out.”

“Killer, you stopped before it went too far.”

“Yes, I did. However, I knew if we had sex it would only be the one time. Bas, you never could have been a one time thing. If I went to you it would have meant the end of my relationship with Kurt, but for some reason I wasn’t ready to let go.”

Oh, Sebastian had not thought of that. “And now?” he asked.

“And now we are in my bed cuddling. Go to sleep. We’ll need our energy to deal with Cooper tomorrow.”

Blaine’s breaths eventually slowed until they found the steady rhythm that signified sleep. Sebastian wasn’t ready to join him. His mind refused to shut down as he tried to process what Blaine told him.

“Blaine?” He whispered to assure the boy pressed up against him was truly asleep. He wanted to say something, but wasn’t quite ready for Blaine to hear it.

“I’m in. Whenever you’re ready, I’m in. I have known from the moment I saw you that I had feelings for you. Hell, it didn’t take me long to believe that I was in love with you. There’s no belief to it anymore. I am totally and completely in love with you. I love all sides of you. The bashful schoolboy. The driven student and Warbler co-captain. The loving son. The caring brother, yes even when he bugs the hell out of you. The fiercely loyal and protective friend. Wolverine. The sex god and now the cuddler. I am so in love with you Killer. I know you still have to deal with all of this crap with Hummel, so take your time. You are worth the wait.”

Once he had said what he needed to, Sebastian was able to nod off. Meanwhile, Blaine was genuinely pleased with himself. He had never told anyone that a trick he learned as a kid to deal with Cooper being Cooper was to fake being asleep. And he was exceptionally good at it.

The next morning Sam woke up early and quietly got dressed as to not wake up Thad. Blaine had asked him to come down a little early so he could share something with him. He assumed that hadn’t changed because he and Sebastian had switched rooms.

He didn’t know the Anderson’s house well, but the kitchen was easy to find due to the smell of baking cinnamon rolls and the sound of Blaine singing. When Sam entered the room, he found Mrs. Anderson leaning against a counter, drinking a cup of coffee. Blaine was on a bar stool and was playing a song for her.

“Good morning Sam” Mrs. Anderson greeted him “Would you like something to drink? Coffee?”

“No thank you, ma’am. What’s going on?”

Blaine side-eyed a look at his mom. They were both amazed that Sam had not noticed what was different about Blaine.

“Part of our tradition is for me to sing to the cinnamon rolls. When I was 10 and learning to play, mom told me that playing for the rolls would help them rise higher” Blaine hoped the word play/playing would trigger an epiphany, but it didn’t.

“Was that song I Dreamed a Dream?”

“Sam, I don’t want to speak out of turn, but Blaine didn’t tell me that you were a Broadway fan. He said you listened to music along the lines of country and classic rock” Mrs. Anderson tried not to laugh at the poor boy. In that moment, he was even more oblivious to his surroundings than her youngest son could be.

“Yes ma’am, country music mostly. Rachel used that song as one of her vocal warm-ups so I’ve heard it a few hundred times, but never like Blaine just played it.”

“I came up with this arrangement for when I play the song on my acoustic” This time, Blaine thought the word acoustic might help, but no “It’s my mom’s favorite song.”

“That’s nice.”

The room went quiet but Blaine and his mom spoke to each other only with their eyes. They still couldn’t believe that Sam did not see what was right in front of him. So, they decided to wait it out.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And finally…

“Dude, you play the guitar? What the hell? How did I not know this?”

Blaine put down the instrument and walked over to Sam in an attempt to calm him down. He was mortified that he cursed in front of Mrs. Anderson and could not apologize enough.

“Sam, Sammy, it’s ok. You would have to say a lot more than hell to faze my mom.”

“Ok” Sam took a cleansing breath after he apologized one last time “So, you play the guitar?”

“Actually, he plays eight instruments.”

“Mom!” Blaine had planned to ease Sam into this “But yeah, I play eight instruments.”

“Why? Why did you never share…” Sam figured it out much faster than the fact that Blaine played guitar “Seriously dude, Alpha Gay? Oh, I’m sorry ma’am.”

“No worries Sweetie. I know all about Alpha Gay” Mrs. Anderson’s tone made it abundantly clear that she was not a fan of Kurt.

“Good morning. What’s going on?” Sebastian asked as he entered the with Puck and Thad right behind him.

“Oh, nothing much except that I just found out that Blaine plays eight different instruments including the acoustic guitar over there” Sam told them.

“Blaine?” Thad was as confused as the others. Maybe even more so since he had known Blaine the longest “I mean, I can understand the Warblers not knowing since we don’t use instruments, but why not…Oh, Alpha Gay.”

“It wasn’t just Kurt. Puck, Sam could you imagine what would have happened if I picked up a pair of drumsticks and started to play?” Puck cringed a little as that one wasn’t on Kurt.

Blaine’s mom intervened “Blaine, while I frost these, why don’t you play the song you wrote last weekend?”

Blaine shot a look at his mother. She knew the meaning of the song, yet she brought it up anyway. In that moment, he really hated her. Ok, not really but he was extremely, extremely mad at her. They were SO going to talk about this at family therapy on Saturday.

“Mom!” he both yelled and whined at the same time.

“You write Killer?” Sebastian asked but wasn’t surprised. It seemed like a very “Blaine” thing to do.

“Yes, but…”

Mrs. Anderson walked over and gave her son a kiss on the cheek “Play the song Sweetheart.”

“I really hate you right now.”

“I can live with that.”

He gave up and walked back to pick up his guitar. Once he sat down on the bar stool, he tried not to look at Sebastian but his eyes went right to him.

You and me were always with each other

Before we knew the other was ever there

You and me, we belong together

Just like a breath needs the air

Instinctively Sebastian stepped toward Blaine, never breaking eye contact. He hoped beyond hope that those beautiful words belonged to him.

I told you if you called I would come running

Across the highs, the lows and the in-betweens

You and me we’ve got two hearts that think as one

And our heart march to the same beat

Mrs. Anderson grabbed the cinnamon rolls and had the other boys pick up the remainder of breakfast. She then herded them out of the room (against their will) to give Blaine and Sebastian some privacy.

They say everything it happens for a reason

You can be flawed enough but perfect for a person

Someone who will be there when you fall apart

Guiding your direction when you’re running through the dark

Oh, that’s you and me

Before Sebastian knew it, Blaine had finished and asked him “What do you think?”

“It was beautiful Killer. I can’t believe you wrote that last weekend.”

Blaine closed his eyes and internally cursed his mother once again. She had known exactly what she was doing "I wrote it for you Bas.”

Instantly happiness spread across Sebastian’s face “I had hoped it might.”

“Sebastian?”

“Yes, Blaine” he answered but wondered why Blaine had used his full name and not Bas.

“I’m in too.”

It took a minute, but Sebastian’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets when he realized what Blaine meant “You weren’t asleep.”

“Nope” Blaine admitted as he stood up from the stool and walked to the boy across the room.

“Sebastian Smythe” he reached for Sebastian’s hands and told himself No Guts, No Glory “Would you like to change your designation from my FFB to my BF?”

“I don’t get it. I thought Sam was your best friend?”

That brought out a chuckle from Blaine “BF stands for boyfriend.”

“Oh, I've never been anyone’s boyfriend before. Are you sure?”

“Well, I have been someone’s boyfriend and it was a fucking disaster. You’re the one that needs to be sure.”

They stood in silence until Sebastian’s signature smirk appeared “If I become your boyfriend can I still be your fuck buddy?”

Blaine matched his smirk “I take it that means yes.”

“Yeah, I guess” Sebastian said like it was no big deal, but he was too happy to make it believable.

Before the conversation went any further, they heard someone clear his throat “Blaine, you need to go and kiss him already” Mr. Anderson told his son “Your mother can only keep Cooper and Puck away from your cinnamon rolls for so long. That includes Sebastian’s.”

The two smiled before they shared their first kiss as boyfriends. A few minutes later they joined everyone in the dining room.

“Cooper, get the fuck away from my cinnamon rolls!”

“Blaine Anderson! Language!”

Sam laughed at the scene that played out before him. He had learned what it would take to faze Mrs. Anderson.

Chapter Text

Puck

Puck planned to go home after breakfast but stayed to participate in the Annual Anderson Family Touch Football Thanksgiving Bowl. After it finished, he said goodbye to everyone else but asked Blaine to walk him out.

“Dude, that game was epic although the word touch needs to go. No wonder your mom wouldn’t let Sebastian and Thad play. I couldn’t believe it when she took Cooper down like that. And she’s smaller than you!”

“I told you we wanted her on our team and I’m 5’8’’. I can’t help it if all of my friends are freakishly tall. And yes, if Bas or Thad got hurt before their game, their coach would have been pissed. Now, what did you want to talk about?”

“Kurt always said that your dad had issues with you being gay and that your parents were never home. That doesn’t jive with the people I met.”

Blaine subtlety shook his head as he thought of a way to explain. He acknowledged that a lot of Kurt’s opinion was his fault “Consider the source, but yes, when I came out my father wasn’t happy. However, it wasn’t because I was gay like I thought. It was that I was 14 years old and gay in Ohio. Then with what happened to me after Sadie Hawkins…well, you can probably guess. I actually didn’t know any of this until he told me in family therapy a few weeks ago. As for my parents never being home, they have demanding jobs that do take them away a lot, but not as much as Kurt thought. They just didn’t like him so I pretty much only brought him around when they weren’t home.”

“Can I ask a question about the therapy?” Blaine motioned for Puck to go on “I heard you say that you are in therapy. Is that different than your family therapy?”

“Yes, I go to individual therapy two days a week as well” Blaine admitted.

“And it helps? I mean, no offense, but I like this you much better than the you from last year.”

“No offense taken, I like me much better now too. So yeah, it has really helped” Blaine was unsure where Puck wanted to go with this so he asked “What’s up Puck?”

“I know he’s not your favorite person but I think Finn is depressed. He broke up with Rachel, then got kicked out of the Army and when Artie asked him to help direct the play he said something about how his future sucked. Now Glee is over and I’m kind of worried. Do you think he should go to therapy?”

“Therapy is a personal choice, but you probably know him better than anyone other than his mom or maybe Rachel. If you’re that concerned, talk to him. Not to sound selfish, but now you really do have a reason to keep an eye on him.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want you to kick my ass.”

“Why would I kick your ass?” Blaine wanted clarification because Puck had said the same thing earlier.

“You know, the consequences if I break the Blood Oath.”

Blaine started to laugh “Oh Puck, let me introduce you to the world of entitled prep school boys.”

Cooper

“So, your therapist is your friend Trent’s mom and you have no problem discussing Kurt with her?”

Blaine was appreciative of Cooper’s attempts to understand what was going on with him, but he had tried for the last hour to explain things and now he was exhausted “Please call her Molly and not Trent’s mom. It helps me differentiate between my therapist and the woman that likes to bake cookies for the Warblers.”

“Got it! And it’s ok for me to go to family therapy on Saturday?”

“Yes, because you are family, stupid. Just stay on topic and don’t make it all about you. I have to get to Sebastian’s Lacrosse game after that.”

“Ah, the new boyfriend. I like him a lot better than the last one.”

“Me too.”

A memory made Cooper smile “At least this one picks out better clothes for you.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Now, how did your talk with Dad go?”

“You mean the annual Cooper what the hell are you doing with your life talk? My least favorite tradition of Thanksgiving? Not great, but I do understand where he’s coming from. I didn’t piss him off too much if that’s what you wanted to find out” Cooper looked at the clock and saw that he had delayed Blaine long enough “You better go. It’s your turn.”

Dad (and a little Mom)

“Dad” Blaine was stunned as he was handed the keys to a new truck “This is too much.”

“It is the least we could do for Sam. Oh, here’s the insurance card and a gas card.” Mr. Anderson started to chuckle as he saw how flabbergasted his son was “Blaine, I am the CFO of the Ford Motor Company. Getting my hands on a truck was no problem. Hell, the other executives get vehicles for their families all of the time. Speaking of that…” he threw Blaine another set of keys “I got you a matching one, different color of course.”

“Dad…”

“Blaine listen to me. Your mom and I will never be able to thank Sam for everything he has done for you, for us. He was the one that forced you to see how depressed you really were. What that supposed relationship you had with Kurt…no, I won’t go there. Most of all, you know you would still be at McKinley because you told him you would stay. He’s the one that told you to get your ass back to Dalton.”

“Still Dad…”

“We want Sam around, and since he won’t move in with us, we want him to come here whenever he wants. Plus, it will make it easier for him to visit his family in Kentucky. By the way, we told his parents about this and they said to call if he had an issue accepting the truck.”


Blaine smiled and anticipated that would be the case “That’s not what I was talking about. Dad, I don’t need a new truck. I mean, thank you so much and I can’t believe you thought to get me a truck. It wouldn’t necessarily be seen as something I would drive but just the other day the guys and I talked about how we wished we had a truck.” Blaine wasn’t about to admit that it was to take some new fight equipment to the Out Building.

“But Dad, I already have a car.”

“I know, but it was your mom’s…”

“Dad” Blaine interrupted “I meant the Fastback.”

“Oh” Mr. Anderson was speechless for one of the few times in his life. The Fastback was the 1966 Mustang Fastback that he got to rebuild with Blaine.

The car Blaine thought he got to make him turn straight.

“Maybe we could work on it over Christmas Break?” Blaine suggested.

“Of course” his father tried not to sound too enthusiastic “I’ll get it out of storage and have one of the guys give it a diagnostic so we know where to start. But Blaine, the truck is still yours.”

“I don’t want break this up, but Blaine your friends and boyfriend are all on the phone with their parents. It’s your turn to help in the kitchen” Mrs. Anderson had walked into the room just in time to hear the tail end of the conversation.

Blaine stood up to leave “Thanks dad. Thank you so much. You better be prepared for an overwhelmed Sam” Blaine then realized he had two sets of keys in his hands “How will I know which one is mine?”

“Yours is Dalton blue.”

Once Blaine was out of the room, Mrs. Anderson went to her husband and pulled him into a hug “Did he say what I think he said?”

“Pammy, he wants to finish the car. I can’t believe it. Since he returned to Dalton, it’s like he’s a different person. How did we not see how depressed he was?”

“We weren’t looking for it and he was very good at hiding how he felt. But yes, we’re his parents and I will always live with the guilt that I did not notice. I had hoped the family therapy would help but I never expected this” she reached up and used her thumb to wipe a tear from her husband’s cheek “Christmas came early for you, didn’t it?”

“Absolutely, but this was more than I ever could have wished for.”

Thad

Thad finished his call first and went back to the kitchen to find Blaine. When Blaine saw him, he convinced his mom to take a break. He and Thad had tried all day to get five minutes together.

“Did you get ahold of Jeff?” Blaine asked once his mom was gone.

“He couldn’t really talk, but he’ll be home tomorrow afternoon so I’m going to stay at his house tomorrow night. We thought it made more sense for me to tell him everything in person” Thad looked left and right to assure they were alone “Sorry you came back to this, but if you didn’t we probably wouldn’t have found out about the leak. Not to mention everything that went down with Hunter. Hell, we could all be strung out on steroids by now.”

“Hey, no matter what, you guys were too smart to ever let Clarington talk you into taking steroids. And I was the one that said Let’s start a fight club, so whatever happens is pretty much on me. You know if things go bad, I’m going to protect you guys like Bas did after Slushie-gate.”

“Number one, we wouldn’t let that happen. Number two, you were gone for an entire year so there’s literally no way for you to take all of the blame. Plus, Nick and I were the only ones that ever touched the money. I still can’t believe I told Sebastian that I put a thousand dollars on you at the last fight. What if someone heard me?”

Blaine had wondered why as well. After that you don’t talk about fight club, the next strictest rule was that those on staff, and especially the Rules Council, NEVER bet on the fights. That way there was no chance of being accused that the fights were rigged.

“Why did you do it?”

“I wanted to calm Sebastian down and prove to him that I had faith in Wolverine.”

The answer caused Blaine to let out a snort as he tried to contain his laughter “Yeah, if you bet that kind of money it should have been a sign. For someone that comes from a family of billionaires, you’re notoriously tight with your money.”

“I am not…ok, yes I am” Thad admitted. He really couldn’t deny it since it was a running joke amongst his friends.

This time Blaine assured they were still alone “The more Puck said we were like the mob, the more I saw how it could look like that.”

“We are not the mob” Thad told him “We are bookies or run an illegal gambling operation, one or the other. Oh, and don’t forget that we pretty much have everyone that works at Dalton, who is not a teacher or administrator, on our payroll. But at least it’s for a good cause.”

“Yeah, who would have guessed our attempt to get control of betting would make us hardened criminals?” Blaine was joking, but not by much “How much more do we need to get David through law school?”

“We’ve got it all covered.”

That fact surprised Blaine. When they started to take in money, they decided to use the profits to pay David’s way through college and law school. Even though he had been on a full-ride scholarship to Dalton, that didn’t matter to the rest of their group. He was one of them and they would make sure that he had every opportunity the rest of them had.

David’s acceptance to Columbia made their plan a little trickier since it was one of the most expensive universities in the country. However, they were somehow able to pull it off. Wes knew the truth, but David thought he had earned a scholarship that he couldn’t remember he applied for.

“How did we make enough money?” Blaine asked.

“When you weren’t there to fight we actually made more money. People don’t bet on your fights because it’s pointless to bet against you, even though we give outrageous odds. The only reason we had bets on you at the last fight was because Hunter was stupid enough to bet ten grand on himself” Thad thought about everything he had just said and asked “So, we don’t really need to hold any more fights, do we?”

Blaine thought about it too but soon realized that wasn’t an option “The best way for us to draw Toby and Wyatt in is with another fight. And we can’t have a fight without taking bets because outside betting would happen and we have no control over that. That’s the whole reason we started to take bets in the first place.”

“You know Blaine, when the shit hits the fan there will need to be consequences or others will believe they could talk too.”
“I know” Blaine sighed. While they had always been quick to throw out the threat of consequences, they had only done it once “Earlier I explained to Puck that consequences didn’t mean I would break his legs.”

“Ah, you explained Connections to him.”

“You mean the fact that any one of the Senior Warblers could make one or two phone calls and basically ruin someone’s life? The truest definitions of It’s not what you know, it’s who you know and Once a Warbler, Always a Warbler. Yeah, I did. Oh, but I was quick to point out that Kurt was an exception to the Warbler rule.”

They heard Blaine’s mom so Thad quickly added “You know there is someone to talk to about all of this. You’ll see Sugar tomorrow, right?”

Sam & Sebastian

After dinner, clean-up and everyone moaning for an hour that they had eaten too much, Sam was surprised with his new truck. Blaine’s prediction that he would be overwhelmed was not even close to Sam’s actual reaction. Mr. Anderson told him about his talk with his parents which helped calm him a little bit, but not much.

Blaine suggested that they go talk in his room so that there wouldn’t be as many people around. Sam agreed, but then Blaine realized that he had not talked to Sebastian about it beforehand. Not that he needed his permission, but Sebastian had issues the night before with Blaine and Sam being alone in his room. On his way back into the house, he asked Sebastian if he was ok. He assured Blaine that he was but expected boyfriend privileges later.

Oops!

As Blaine walked closer to speak into his ear, Sebastian began to panic when he saw him turn immediately into Bad Ass Blaine. Bad Ass Blaine who got a thrill out of public dirty talk. Who often left him in some state of debauchery and didn’t care who else was around.

But he was prepared this time. After a talk with Sam earlier, Sebastian had a new boner prevention image to try.

“That’s right. I forgot all about the hand job that I had promised you” Blaine said in that voice that made all of the blood in Sebastian’s head go south “Is that why you wouldn’t sit next to me at dinner?”

Blaine and Rachel kissing. Blaine and Rachel kissing. Blaine and Rachel kissing.

Blaine did know that it wasn’t the time to toy with his boyfriend. He gave Sebastian a wink and then headed off with Sam, but not before he promised that he would take care of things later.

Twenty minutes passed and Blaine and Sam were sitting on Blaine’s bed, but they hadn’t said anything. Sam just stared at the keys in his hand. Finally, he asked “What does a CFO do?”

“He keeps track of all of the money for the company” Blaine had a way to explain everything that Sam appreciated.

“Wow.”

“You’re right, it is wow. Are you ok?”

“Your parents just gave me a fucking brand new truck that my parents told me I had to accept or it would be rude. Oh yeah, I’m pretty fucking ok.” Now all Sam could do was laugh and it didn’t take long for Blaine to join him. It took a while to stop, but once they finished, Sam was out of his stupor.

“I’ll go ahead and drive it back to Lima tomorrow. Burt called me earlier to ask if there was any way I could come back early to help with the Black Friday event at the shop. If I had known about the truck, I would have given a definite yes instead of probably. I’ll text him later, but I’m going to leave the truck for a surprise.”

“Oh, I forgot about the Black Friday event. No wonder he wanted me to meet him at the shop.”

“Why did you want to meet so early?” Sam asked.

“Because I know Kurt and he will still be shopping. I have no desire to deal with him. He’ll head back to New York soon enough.”

As if on cue, Sam received a text from Puck who had had dinner at the Hudmel’s “Holy Shit! Blaine, you have to see this.”

Blaine looked at the text in disbelief “Kurt left his internship and plans to come back to Lima? That makes no sense. He couldn’t get to New York fast enough.”

Puck sent a constant stream of information “Kurt said that he knew the internship was only for two months but had hoped he could get it extended. He also said he had given up on NYADA and planned to apply to the Fashion Institute for the fall semester.”

Blaine got up to grab his phone “This seriously makes no sense. I’m going to text Rachel, but not come out and ask so I can see if she knows anything. After all, Kurt is her roommate and if he leaves, she’ll have to find someone to pay half of the rent. Although, after yesterday it might be a good thing for the two of them to not live together anymore. Ok, so Rachel knows but said that Kurt had not said a word about this to her. She had found out from Puck too. That’s really shitty for Kurt to do.”

Sam put down his phone “Brittany told me something that happened at Sectionals. Santana told her that when the Warblers started to sing I Want You Back, Kurt asked if anyone thought the song was from you, asking him to get back together.”

“Well, he’s fucking delusional if he thinks for one second that will happen. Bas is my boyfriend now” Blaine’s face went blank “Oh fuck, Bas is my boyfriend now. He will freak when I tell him this. And my parents! Oh my god, I have to tell my parents!”

“Calm down Blaine” Sam tried to tell him, although he knew it would do no good “Tell Sebastian, but hold off on your parents until tomorrow. I’m sure we will find out more information when we are at the shop in the morning.”

Blaine sat down in his desk chair and sighed “No, I better tell them now. I know I’ve said this already, but this just makes no sense.”

“Do you think he possibly found out about how when you talked to your therapist you changed your point of view about cheating on him?”

“I don’t see how. The only people I told were my parents, you, Bas and Cooper. I only told Bas yesterday and Cooper today.”

“Why don’t you go tell Sebastian and probably Thad so he can help keep your new main squeeze from freaking out. I’ll stay here because I’m pretty sure the New Directions gossip line will soon be in full effect. Take your phone and I’ll text you if I need you to come back.”

Sebastian

“That son of a bitch did what?!?” Sebastian did not take the news of Kurt’s return to Lima well.

“Will you calm down” Thad was on the phone with his grandparents so Blaine was on his own “We don’t have all of the information yet so there is nothing we can do right now.”

Sebastian started to pace and mutter in French. At any other time, Blaine would have found it incredibly sexy “Bas, it’s not a big deal. The person this will affect the most is Sam since they’ll be living in the same house again.”

“I’m not giving you up!” Sebastian blurted out “I know we have only been boyfriends for” he turned and looked at the clock on the wall “ten hours, but you are mine. You wrote me the song. Hell, the title of the song is You and Me. Bas and Blaine.”

“Bas…” Blaine had never seen him like this. It was almost heartbreaking.

It was even more heartbreaking when the yelling stopped and Sebastian said in a tiny, almost fragile voice “You told me you were in.”

Blaine walked over and wrapped his arms around him “I am your boyfriend. I wrote You and Me for you. I told you I was in, but you told me that you were in first. Most of all Bas, I don’t want Kurt. I want you. Ok?”

That answer seemed to calm Sebastian down but then Blaine added “Again, there’s nothing we can do about it tonight. I’ll find out more when I go see Burt…” he knew he had made a mistake the moment Burt’s name left his lips.

“Oh, no no no no no! You are not meeting with Hummel’s father tomorrow!”

“Bas, you know I need to try and get information about what Hunter said.”

“Then I’m going with you.”

“We’ve been over this” Several times, Blaine reminded himself “There is not enough time for you to go to Lima with me and be back at Dalton in time for your Lacrosse practice.”

Blaine’s phone went off to notify him he had a text “It’s Sam. Nothing to do with Kurt. His parents called and want to talk to me” He put his phone down to reach up and put his hands on Sebastian’s face. He brought him down for a kiss and said “Everything will be alright. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Frustrated at the situation, Sebastian plopped down on the couch only to realize he had sat on Blaine’s phone. That gave him an idea. It took a couple of attempts to guess Blaine’s password but the number he wanted was easy to find once he did.

“Hello, Santana. No, this is Sebastian. I have a really big favor to ask you.”

Chapter Text

The next morning Blaine and Sam arrived at Hummel Tire & Lube and found it busier than anticipated. Dozens of cars were lined up to get the holiday special of a half price oil change, but there was one car in particular that piqued Blaine’s interest “Santana, you’re probably the last person I would expect to be here this early.”

He was pretty sure that she wasn’t just there to get her car serviced.

“My mom’s car needed an oil change and I thought I would be nice. You know, the holidays and all. I came early so I wouldn’t be stuck here all day. Now, would one of you care to explain the his and his matching trucks you two pulled up in?”

“What can I say? Blaine’s parents love me” Sam called back over his shoulder before he disappeared into the shop.

As soon as Sam was out of sight, Santana turned back to Blaine “Your parents bought Trouty a new truck? What the hell?”

“Well…technically they didn’t buy Sam’s truck, or mine for that matter.” He then proceeded to give her the condensed version of his father’s job and why his parents did this for Sam.

Her eyes grew wider and wider as the story unfolded “Damn, Frodo! How did we never know that you were that big of a poor little rich boy? Oh, Alpha Gay.”

Blaine’s eyes immediately became as wide as Santana’s “How the hell do you know Alpha Gay?”

“I had a nice long talk with your fuck buddy, no, your boyfriend” she told him, drawling out the final word “It was very informative.”

Blaine ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He should have known that Sebastian had something to do with this. That he couldn’t let him handle this on his own “You talked to…”

“Hold up Curly. I can’t believe that I didn’t notice that you stopped washing your hair in super glue. I approve” Santana made a note to herself to ask Brittany what she had meant about Blaine being a broccoli head “Ok, so don’t get your panties in a knot that Sebastian called me. Think for a minute. If he couldn’t be here, wouldn’t he want someone that would react to something in the same way he would?”

Blaine knew she was right, Shit! “Thank you, Santana. I appreciate it. Let’s go find Burt so I can get this over with” She nodded and then turned toward the shop, but he stopped her so he could tell her one more thing “And Santana, thanks for not asking why I’m here.”

They found Burt rather easily and he walked Blaine back to his office. Although they were busy, Burt knew this had to be important since Blaine was so insistent that they meet “It’s good to see you Blaine but I’m pretty sure you’re not here to catch-up. If this is about Kurt…”

“Let me stop you there” Blaine wanted that train of thought stopped immediately “This isn’t about Kurt. I wouldn’t have wasted our time on him.”

Wow! That was harsh.

Blaine decided to ignore the comment for the moment “Have you heard about what happened at Dalton? How the Head Master tried to pass his 25 year-old ex-con drug-dealing nephew as a student?”

“Yes, it was pretty hard to miss when it was all over the news.”

Blaine took a breath before he continued. He really hoped that Burt wasn’t involved with Hunter “The night he was arrested, Clarington told Sebastian that it didn’t matter that his dad was the State’s Attorney because my ex-boyfriend’s father was a United States Congressman. Burt, he mentioned you by name.”

“I don’t understand” Burt sat down and tried to think of a reason that Clarington guy would use his name. Nothing came to him.

“It sounded like he wanted to one-up Sebastian. He also made it sound like he had direct access to you. I should probably tell you that Clarington also knew what happened between myself and Kurt less than a week after it happened. He was the one that told the Warblers. I had believed that no one knew except for me, Kurt, our families, Finn, Rachel and the other guy. Well, until Kurt and Finn felt the need to tell everyone in both the Old and New New Directions. As far as I know, none of them have a connection to Clarington but I’m looking into it.”

Burt became more and more concerned with each new bombshell Blaine threw at him. Politicians sometimes get their names brought up in scandals to which they had no connection, but he had never thought that would be him “Thank you for this Blaine. I know that you didn’t have to do this after all that happened.”

For some reason that rather innocent sounding statement pissed Blaine off “Mr. Hummel” Oh, yeah. Really pissed him off “Despite what you believe happened between myself and your son, I thought that you respected me more than that. Do you honestly believe that I would keep information from you that could ruin your reputation and your political career? Information that could possibly have you brought up on criminal charges?”

“Blaine, I…”

“I’m sorry sir, but I was not finished. As far as I know, the only people that are aware of your connection to this are Clarington, Sebastian, you, me and probably the former Head Master. I have not informed anyone at Dalton. At least not yet. I respected you enough to convince Sebastian to let me talk to you first. But Mr. Hummel, if we find out that you are involved in any way, Sebastian and I will immediately speak to the proper authorities.”

Burt wasn’t sure he liked Blaine’s new attitude, but he appreciated what he had done for him “I understand. Blaine, I really do respect that you came to me first. I swear I have no connection to Clarington or his uncle.”

“Like I said, I do not believe that you are actually involved in this. I do ask that you keep me informed on any information you find out as I will do the same for you.”

Burt stood up and extended his hand “That’s the least I can do.”

Blaine took his hand, but also looked him straight in the eyes and said with complete sincerity “We’ve known each other for a while now Mr. Hummel, but you should know that my priority is to protect Dalton, the Warblers and Sebastian.”

“Sebastian?”

“Yes, Sebastian is my boyfriend now, and I do not know or care if your son knows. It may seem a little soon after my break-up with Kurt, but if we are all honest, that relationship was over long before it officially came to an end” again Blaine thought he had been a bit too harsh, but it was too late to change it “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me today. I hope your event is a success.”

“No, thank you Blaine. And Blaine, I hope that one day soon you’ll feel that you can call me Burt again.”

Even with as busy as the shop was, Burt took a couple of minutes to gather his thoughts. Not only was his name possibly tied to what had happened at Dalton, but there was obviously more to Kurt’s break-up with Blaine than he had been told. He’d ask Kurt, but he had to admit that he had no idea what was going on with his son these days.

When Blaine left the office, he found Santana waiting by the door “Did you get everything settled?” she asked.

“I don’t know, but I hope so” he responded “This didn’t take as long as I anticipated. How much longer until your mom’s car is ready?”

“Trouty said about another hour.”

“Let me take you to the Lima Bean as a thank you. Maybe we can talk about the friendship that seems to be developing between you and my boyfriend? It kind of scares me.”

She took his arm and started to pull him toward the exit “Let’s go. I wanted to check out your sweet new ride anyway.”

The Lima Bean was overcrowded with holiday shoppers, but they had been able to snag a table in the back. As they talked, Blaine found out something he found fascinating.

“You are going to move to New York? And live with Rachel? Rachel Berry? And you’re sure you won’t kill each other?” Blaine wanted to sound supportive, but couldn’t because his inner voice was saying LOL…LOL…LOL…I wonder if we could get cameras in there to watch (Not the dirty stuff…and women are beautiful, but...yuck, girl parts).

“Yes, Rachel Berry. We’re not in high school anymore. We’ve matured” Blaine folded his arms across his chest and cocked an eyebrow to give her his (almost) patented Tell me the fucking truth stare “Fine, she needed someone to pay half of the rent and I need to get the hell out of Kentucky. I hate it there.”

“Ok, that makes more sense.” He gave it three months. Tops.

The topic changed to Blaine’s concern that Sam and Kurt would be living under the same roof again. Out of the blue, Santana asked “Who’s older? You or your love monkey?”

“Um…well, uh, Bas by 2 months. Why?”

“No reason” She had a smirk that caused Blaine to not believe her, but he’d let it go for now “You know Hummel will throw the mother of all shit fits when he finds out what your parents did for Trouty.” She had barely got the words out of her mouth when…

“What did Blaine’s parents do for Sam? And how would they even know him?”

Of course, Kurt had shown up the moment one of them had said something about him. Santana covertly reached into her purse and turned on the recorder she had slipped in there, just in case. It seemed apropos to tape Kurt this time.

“Hello Kurt. So nice of you to interrupt our private conversation” Blaine greeted his ex with a tone that dripped with not only sarcasm, but outright animosity.

“I thought I would say hi, as not to be rude. But evidently rudeness is not an issue with you. Is it Blaine?”

Blaine looked across the table at Santana who gave him a rather impressive eyeroll. As much as she wanted to tear Kurt a new one after what he had said to Brittany, this was not her fight. Although, if her assistance was necessary she’d be more than happy to help.

Blaine turned his attention back to his ex “What do you want Kurt? There must be something since you obviously had to seek us out. One would think that after that verbal beatdown Santana gave you the other day, you would avoid us altogether.”

Santana let out a snort but covered her mouth in an attempt to make it appear to be a cough.

Yeah, that didn’t work.

Blaine continued before Kurt could respond “As far as what my parents did for Sam goes, I should probably tell you before you throw one of your infamous shit fits.”

“Shit fits, Blaine? So mature.”

“Well, a fit by any other name is still a fit. By the way, that term is not mine which shows that others see your pettiness in the same manner that I do.”

Santana couldn’t hold back any longer “Fuck, Seblaine Junior. I have to bow down to your verbal beatdown skills. You are putting my beatdown of Lady Hummel to shame.”

Ah, Seblaine Junior. The reason for the question about birthdays. Blaine assumed that it was Santana’s way of poking at Kurt. From the expression on his face, it appeared to have worked.

Kurt’s head whipped around to glare at Santana. He had looked annoyed, actually constipated, while talking to Blaine. Once Santana used the term Seblaine, you could see his expression change from annoyed to aggravated.

“Seblaine Junior? Really Santana?” Kurt asked her “You support Blaine and his friendly fuck buddy after what Sebastian did to you?”

This time Santana didn’t hold back her snort/chuckle before she informed him “No, but I do support Blaine and his boyfriend. You know, bitches of a feather flock together.”

Blaine and Santana watched as Kurt’s entire demeanor changed from aggravated to blank. Completely and totally expressionless. Blaine was about to say something until “You’re a liar!” he yelled directly toward Blaine “You said after Sectionals that you and Sebastian weren’t boyfriends!”

“Not that it is any of your business, but that changed yesterday. Oh, if you’re curious, I asked him.”

“You should call Seblaine Senior since it is your one day anniversary” Santana added to take another poke at Kurt.

“No!” Kurt yelled even louder than before “I have worked too hard! I have come too far!” Then he abruptly left, repeatedly muttering “I can fix this. I can fix this.”

If someone would have described Blaine and Santana as shocked, that person would not have had a grasp on the situation.

“Was that weird?” he asked.

“Beyond weird. Do you have any idea what that was about?”

“Not a clue” Blaine said as he watched Kurt leave the coffee shop “But for some reason, I don’t think it was about me.”

When Blaine dropped Santana off, she assured him that she would give both Sam and Puck a heads up on Kurt’s dramatics. Also, that he knew Blaine’s parents had done something for Sam, but not what it was. Blaine told her to go ahead tell Brittany everything since she was Sam’s girlfriend. Although, if he had to guess it wouldn’t be for much longer.

As Blaine drove off he reflected on his conversation with Burt. He didn’t have an issue with what he said, but how he had said it. Yes, he had spoken to Mr. Schuster and Finn in the same manner, but he didn’t have the same animosity toward Burt. Tomorrow’s family therapy was not the time to bring this up to Molly, but he would make her aware that he would want to cover it at his next individual session.

Sugar still wasn’t back from shopping when Blaine arrived at the Motta’s. Blaine was actually happy about how things had worked out since it gave him time to talk with Sugar’s dad. Blaine told him about everything from Hunter, to Burt, to Kurt, but their biggest topic of conversation was fight club. Blaine wanted his opinion on both the betting and the leaks. When Sugar still wasn’t back after they had finished, the two of them began to laugh about the numerous times it was almost revealed how they knew each other.

“Did he really ask you if you were a made man in the Motta crime family?” Mr. Motta had found that one funny.

“Yeah, that was pretty close” Blaine said as he remembered the look on Sam’s face when he realized who Blaine had called “I mean…”

Before he could go any further, he was interrupted by the sound of dropped shopping bags and a very enthusiastic “Blainey!”

Within 10 minutes of her arrival, Blaine found himself on the couch with a lap full of Sugar. Once they were comfortable, he told her everything that happened in the choir room after she left. The two of them told each other everything. Ok, almost everything.

“I wish I would have known about the tape Blainey.”

“You weren’t there Sugar Bear” he paused for a moment when she giggled at his rhyme “You were with me in Detroit.”

“When I went back to McKinley, it was so much fun to watch Kurt have his shit fits because your parents took you away for surgery. Wow, Puck was so right about what to name Kurt’s tantrums.”

“You should know that I told some of the guys about Alpha Gay, and Bas told Santana who I’m sure will tell Brittany. They all love it.”

“I am pretty proud of that one” Sugar had been thoroughly pissed when Blaine told her Kurt had called him that “Do you know how hard it has been for me to not say it around him or the others, especially Finn?”

Blaine saw an opening to broach the topic they needed to discuss “Speaking of the others, that hug you gave me after Sectionals brought up more than a few questions. Sweetie, I know you were the one that wanted to keep our relationship secret, but now I’m going to ask you to keep it for at least a little while longer.”

“Because you were sad at McKinley but now you’re not?” Sugar’s bubbly personality was gone and Blaine hated when that happened.

“Sugar Motta, I refuse to tell you again that my depression wasn’t your fault” Blaine tickled her to make her smile again “It is not your fault that I abandoned the Warblers. I did that. Plus, when I transferred to McKinley, I really did want to make Kurt happy.”

“Yuck! I still can’t believe…”

“Sugar, stop. What’s the mantra that Molly taught you?”

She rolled her eyes and answered in her best annoyed, sing-song tone “Blaine suffers from depression, but he’s working hard to get better. He admits that he made a lot of stupid decisions during that time and constant reminders of what happened is not healthy for his recovery” when she finished she added “I don’t like to say that you’re stupid.”

“I chose the word, Sweetie. It doesn’t mean that I am stupid but I did make a lot of stupid decisions” Blaine pulled her in a little tighter “Sug, I really need you to do this. Something is going on at Dalton and I called your Daddy for some help. When things come out I don’t want him brought into this. So, do you think you can keep our dirty little secret? At least for a little while longer?”

Sugar nodded her head in agreement and then smiled “You mean that you are my favorite cousin?”

Blaine pretended to gasp as if she had actually told him their secret. She smacked his arm which caused him to smile back at her “Your favorite cousin, huh? Well, I better be considering Cooper is your only other option.”

“Oh my god!” Sugar practically bounced off of Blaine’s lap “I almost had a heart attack the day Cooper showed up at school. How did you convince him to not give away our secret?”

“I told him to consider it an acting exercise.” They both laughed since it was a very Cooper thing to do. Their discussion on this topic seemed to have come to an end, so they just sat for a few minutes while she put her head back on his shoulder and he stroked her hair. They really did love each other and it had been hard to keep their secret while Blaine had been at McKinley. Although Sam had convinced him to go back to Dalton, Blaine would have never left unless Sugar and Uncle Robert had said it was ok. His parents tried to ignore that fact. Uncle Robert wasn’t their favorite person.

Before he left, Blaine wanted to ask one more thing “So, has Kitty mentioned anything about Thad?”

“Uh, duh. You could have led with the fact that his family are all billionaires” she teased “Oh, and by the way, good job on snagging that super-doopity rich, hot piece of ass.”

Sugar’s response did not sit well with Blaine “Sweetie, how do you know this?”

“We googled them.”

A sickening feeling washed over him “What did your search say about Sebastian’s sister?”

“He has a sister?”

When Blaine got home he knew he would have the house to himself. His parents and Cooper were at Senator Thompson’s Kick off the Holidays party and Sebastian had said that he would probably stay at Dalton since his lacrosse game was the next day. He was actually happy everyone would be out. After what Sugar had said he wanted to spend some time on the computer.

However, when he got to his room he found out he wasn’t alone.

“Where have you been!” Sebastian was agitated and had apparently been waiting for a while “You left Santana hours ago!”

“Bas, I went to see Sugar after that” Blaine tried to sound calm, but it didn’t seem to help “I thought you were staying at Dalton tonight?”

“I thought so too, but then I found out about your little run in with Hummel and then you didn’t answer your phone!”

“Oh god, I turned it off when I talked to Sugar and her dad but I thought I had put it on vibrate. I’m so sorry” Blaine pulled out his phone. He not only had 20 missed calls from Sebastian, but also a few from Santana and Sam. He also saw that Kurt had started texting him again, but he’d deal with that later. His answer had not placated Sebastian who continued to rant and pace the room. Blaine figured out rather quickly that this had very little to do with him not answering his phone. That was just what sent him over the edge.

Blaine knew how he could get his boyfriend to stop, but dirty talk would probably not be enough. He would need more, but Blaine was not ready to go that road. Maybe after he fought again. He let Sebastian continue rant until he finally came up with a plan.

“Sebastian stop!” Blaine called out in the voice that Sebastian had no ability to refuse. That and the fact that Blaine had used his full name was enough.

“Good” Blaine walked up to speak into his ear “I’m going to go get a few things. When I get back I want you to be in your boxer briefs. Do you understand me?”

“Killer…”

“Do you understand me?” This was a little more intense than Blaine had planned, but at least Sebastian had calmed down.

“I understand.”

When Blaine came back to the room a few minutes later he laid some towels on his bed. He turned to Sebastian, who had done what he had been told “Lay down on your stomach.”

“You want me to..?” Blaine crossed his arms and cocked his eyebrow so, Sebastian didn’t finish the thought and did what he was told.

Blaine took off his jeans, climbed up to straddle Sebastian, pulled out a bottle of lotion and began to give him give him a massage “I didn’t have any massage oils so you’ll smell like vanilla lotion for a while.”

Sebastian responded with a loud moan, followed by another and then yet another.

“Bas, your neck and shoulders are nothing but knots. You need to let some of this stuff go. Let go of the guilt you have over what happened with the Slushie. Let go of thinking you still have to protect the Warblers from not only what happened that night but also from Hunter. Let go of the idea that you have to play perfectly so that your team will win tomorrow. But most of all you have to let go of the idea that I would ever leave you for Kurt. Bas?”

It was in that moment that he learned that Sebastian did not have his ability to fake sleep. He snored too loudly. That led to yet another problem for Blaine. Despite the fact that he had a queen-sized bed, there was no room for him since his 6’2” boyfriend was lying there, spread eagle and dead to the world.

Blaine got off of the bed, covered Sebastian with a blanket and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then he stared and marveled at how truly beautiful his boyfriend was, especially since for once it looked like he was at peace. After he was able to pull himself away, Blaine put some lounge pants on and then booted up his computer like he had originally planned. He had some googling to do.

Chapter Text

To Bas: You broke the rule

T o B: What rule?

To Bas: There is only one rule Sebastian

To B: Sebastian?

To B: Oh, that rule

“Um…Blaine?”

It was Doug, his sweet, but as annoying as hell, roommate. His roommate who either had a crush on Blaine Anderson, was in awe of Blaine Warbler or scared shitless of Wolverine. Maybe a little of all three “Doug, we talked about this. My first name is not Um.”

‘I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be sorry. I want you to be comfortable around me. We sleep ten feet from each other. You’ve seen me in my underwear. Hell you, Bas and Beat are the only guys here that have seen my hair in its natural glory.”

“Beat?”

“He was my roommate sophomore year. We bonded over styling products.”

Doug laughed which seemed to calm him a bit “You asked me, George and Chris to put together a master file of old performances for the Warblers to watch. I was wondering if we should be looking for anything in particular?”

“It’s not just Warbler performances. Pull video of the Hoosier Daddies and Throat Explosion. I already know we’re up against Hoosier Daddies at Regionals and we would most likely see Throat Explosion at Nationals. The Show Choir Blogs say they’re the ones to beat this year.”

Doug sat down and pulled a pencil and paper from his bag. It sounded like this was going to be a bigger project than he thought “Anything else non-Warbler?”

“Find the New Directions win at last year’s Nationals. Also, Loser Like Me from the previous year’s Regionals. Oh, and Vocal Adrenaline from 2009-2010 Regionals. I have heard their Bohemian Rhapsody could possibly be the greatest show choir performance ever. Of course, I heard that from Jesse St. James so…”

He had no idea who Blaine was talking about, but Doug nodded his head like he did “I have Sebastian’s list of last year’s Warbler performances. Anything from the year before?”

Wes had taped all of their routines so Blaine had a substantial list to choose from. He picked two but at the last moment he took a deep breath and said “Pull Teenage Dream as well. It doesn’t have the best memories for me, but it’s a really good arrangement. And Doug, can you do one more thing for me?”

To Bas: I was the one that switched rooms due to your problem

To B: Killer, I’m sorry

To Bas: I don’t care

To B: What? Are you going to spank me?

To Bas: Don’t think for a second that is not being considered

To B: Oh

An hour later, Blaine found himself in the Warbler Commons waiting for Jeff and Nick. They had all been back from break for almost a week but the three friends hadn’t had a chance to discuss everything that happened.

“Hey guys” Blaine greeted them “Nick, you probably want to put out the Do Not Disturb sign.”

“Seriously?” When Blaine nodded, Nick did what he was asked but not before he and Jeff shot a look at each other. They had thought they were meeting to discuss possible songs for Regionals but that obviously wasn’t the case.

Once they were seated, Jeff broached the subject “Since it’s pretty clear that we’re not here to discuss Warbler business I have two questions before we get to whatever the actual topic is. The first one is actually two questions. Did you get the sophomores started on their project and if you did, what songs did you have them pull up?”

“Yes, Misery and Bills, Bills, Bills.” Both of the other boys gave Blaine a look like they knew there was more “And yes, I told him to pull Teenage Dream.”

Jeff pulled out his wallet and handed Nick 20 dollars “He said there was no way you would tell them to pull Teenage Dream” Nick explained.

“Just because it was what I sang when I met Kurt doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good song. However, I should let you guys know that I asked Doug to delete any videos or even references to Candles. Ok, you can stop laughing now and ask your other question.”

It took the two at least a couple of minutes to compose themselves. After a few deep breaths, Jeff was able to ask “Since we’re obviously going to discuss Fight Club business, where are Sebastian and Thad?”

As if on cue, Blaine’s phone went off with a text from Sebastian “Excuse me for just a second. I need to let Bas know that I’m with you guys. Both Thad and Bas know that I wanted to meet with you separately.”

To B: You can’t tell me you haven’t done the same

To Bas: No Sebastian, I haven’t. Remember I’m the one stuck with the traumatized roommate

To B: It’s not that bad

To Bas: Let me put it this way, I know all of your innuendos about random hook-ups at Scandals are a bunch of bullshit. They would have heard your climax over the music. So, stop trying to justify that you touched yourself without permission

To Bas: I’m with Jeff and Nick now. We WILL be discussing this later.

Sebastian’s jaw dropped as he realized Blaine was actually serious. Would he really spank him? Why did he find that strangely arousing?

“Smythe” Thad brought him out of his head “Stop sexting with your boyfriend. Our project is due tomorrow.”

“Fine, just let me tell him I’m shutting off my phone.”

To B: I’m sorry. I really am, but I need to concentrate on finishing my Economics project or Thad will kill me.

To Bas: Meet me at the Out Building at 9. I’m going to take out some of my frustrations on the heavy bag. Don’t be late.

“Everything ok?” Jeff asked.

“Sure” Blaine told him “He and Thad are trying to finish their Economics project. Now that Lacrosse is over it’s going to be easier for them. It’s just too bad they lost last Saturday.”

“It didn’t help that the other team had three players with scholarships to Maryland” Nick reminded them “However, I think Kitty coming to watch helped soothe Thad’s pain. And I have to admit, Sugar is pretty cute too.”

“Ok, walk it back dude. There’s no way you’re laying a hand on my cousin.”

Shit!

“What?!?” Both Nick and Jeff looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. Blaine gave them a moment to grasp the information so he could develop a game plan. He had fucking been able to fucking keep this fucking secret for over a fucking year, yet a fucking week after he fucking told Sugar that they fucking needed to keep it for a fucking while longer, he had fucking let it out.

Fuck!

To say the least, he was a bit frustrated at what had happened.

Nick looked over to Jeff who decided to be the brave one and asked “So, Mr. Motta is your…?”

“Yes, he’s my Uncle. He was married to my Aunt Cory, my mother’s sister.”

“Is she the one that died of cancer when you were here?” Blaine nodded but it was obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it. They dropped the subject, but there was another question to be asked “Thad said there was a chance you were going to talk to Mr. Mo…your Uncle. Did you?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Flashback

“Before you say a word, give me a dollar.”

“Huh?”

“Blaine, shut up and give me a dollar.” Blaine reached into his wallet and did what his Uncle had asked “Good. Now I am Robert Motta your attorney and not your Uncle.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Your attorney can’t be forced to testify against you where your Uncle can. So Blaine, start talking and don’t leave anything out.”

Once Blaine started to talk he couldn’t stop. He explained how the Fight Club worked, how they dispense consequences and how and why they took over the betting. That they used the money to pay David’s tuition and that he thinks the money comes from a scholarship. Also, how they know they have a leak but no way to track it down.

Since he was clearing his chest, Blaine decided to add what happened with Hunter and his conversation with Burt from earlier that morning. When he finished, the last thing he expected was for his lawyer/Uncle to bust out laughing.

“This is not funny Uncle Rob.”

“No, it’s not but DAMN! You boys could teach some of my, shall we say, acquaintances about how to run a business.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Since none of you are 18, your family names can probably save you. Is there anyone who’s not safe?”

“Jeff, but he never touched the money.”

“Ok, don’t mention this to him yet. I’ll see what I can do. Don’t roll your eyes, you know what I mean. Now, listen carefully. No more fights. None. I can make sure you boys are protected, but I can’t say the same for Dalton if people find out the fights were there. After the shit with that Hunter guy and the headmaster, the school couldn’t handle another scandal.”

Flashback Over

“Oh my god Blaine, I thought Sam was joking when he said you were a made man in the Motta crime family” Nick blurted out.

“So says the guy whose great-great grandfather made the family fortune as a bootlegger during prohibition and then used his mob connections to get his son elected President of the United Sates. Don’t judge me Nicholas Kennedy Duval.”

“Right back at you Blaine Vanderbilt Anderson.”

“Wait!” Jeff jumped in “I knew about Nick being a Kennedy, but you’re a Vanderbilt?”

“Yeah, on my mom’s side. You thought it was a coincidence that my brother’s name is Cooper Anderson?”

It took Jeff a minute, but he finally understood what Blaine meant “Ok, fine. I get it but some day you’re going to have to explain to me how you wound up at Westerville High. To get back on track, you said your Uncle said no more fights. How are we supposed to draw out the leak?”

“Just because we can’t actually have a fight doesn’t mean we can’t say we are.” After Blaine explained himself, the three of them spent the rest of the next two hours formulating a plan. They only tabled their discussion because Blaine had to leave for his therapy appointment. He had just changed into “civilian clothes” and grabbed the keys to his truck when…

To B: Thad and I are done with our project. Did you want to talk now?

To Bas: I’m on my way to see Molly, O observant boyfriend. Today we’re going to talk about my anger issues.

To B: Ok, hey I had an idea. Why don’t I come over to your house this weekend and we could change You +Me into a duet? After all, it is OUR song.

To Bas: Not going to work Bas.

To B: At least you called me Bas.

To Bas: Just because you’re cute and I’m horny doesn’t mean you’re not going to be punished for what you did. Just meet me at the Out Building at 9.

Sebastian thought for a minute. Blaine said that he was already horny and that he (Sebastian) needed to be punished. He also wanted to meet in the Out Building because he was going to be working out on the heavy bag. While that didn’t necessarily mean Blaine would be in full-on Wolverine mode, it did mean that… He had to stop. Just the thought of Blaine shirtless, sweaty with rippling muscles from pounding the bag was making his dick harden with anticipation of his “punishment”. That was not a good thing considering he was surrounded by five of his Lacrosse teammates.

Even though he had his boner killer mantra of Blaine and Rachel kissing, Blaine and Rachel kissing running through his head, Sebastian did manage to text…

To B: Yes Sir.

Meanwhile, Blaine continued to have problems with trying to leave. At least now he was halfway to the parking lot before he was stopped by Doug and the two boys that were helping him with the project.

“Um…No, just Blaine, we have a question.”

Blaine decided not to brush them off because Doug had made an attempt to work on the whole Um situation. Plus they all seemed, well, giddy “I only have a couple of minutes, but how can I help you guys?”

“We finished the project and…”

“Wait, you finished the project? You put all of those performances into a single file? I thought it would take at least a week.”

“Doug is a total computer genius” Chris told him.

Blaine knew that information could be helpful later “Ok, wow. That’s awesome guys. Did you need something else?”

The boys tried not to giggle as Doug pulled out his tablet “When we were looking for the performances on the list you and Sebastian gave us, when we found one not on the list that we were wondering if you would want us to include?”

Blaine was curious, but the minute he saw himself on the screen he knew exactly what they were talking about.

Me, me, me against them
Me against enemies, me against friends

Blaine stopped the video at that point “Ok, you three can stop giggling now. Yes, I rapped at last year’s Regionals and no, there is not a chance in hell that I will be doing it again. However, include it just for the laughs.”

“Thanks Blaine” they said in unison and started to leave, but Blaine had an idea. An idea that would help with the punishment of his naughty, naughty boyfriend.

“Guys, you don’t know how much I appreciate this. I don’t know (Oh, he knew) if you all would be interested but I’m going down to the Out Building tonight to work on the heavy bag. Would you guys like to join me? Maybe I can show you a few techniques? Nothing for Fight Club, just some basic boxing moves?”

They looked at him like he was Santa Clause and he had just given each of them the best Christmas present ever. “Yes, yes, yes” and “Thank You” were spewed out at a mile a minute “Ok, ok. Meet me at 8 o’clock. Despite what I wear you should wear some loose fitting sweats and good gym shoes. I’ll see you then, but Doug can you walk with me to my truck? I have something I want to ask you.”

Once they were alone Blaine asked “Were you able to delete what I asked you to?”

“Sure, it was easy. Also, I found it on a couple of YouTube sites and I was able to delete it there too.”

“You can do that on other people’s posts?”

“It’s not hard. Most people don’t set up all the securities they can on their accounts.”
Blaine couldn’t help but think to himself how he had just found the answer to his Google problem “That’s fascinating. Do me another favor. Don’t tell anyone else about us meeting later and make sure George and Chris don’t either. I don’t want other people trying to be included.”

“Oh, absolutely. Although, I have to admit, if my older brother ever found out he would have a heart attack. He pretty much worships Wolverine.”

“Have you told him…?”

Doug’s face expressed total panic “No, no, no. I would never say anything. First of all, he’s an asshole. But mostly, you know, first rule and all. My brother graduated from here the year before Fight Club was founded. He heard about it from another alumnus before the consequences were instituted. However, by the time he got to a fight, you were gone. When he heard you fought at the last fight he about came unglued since he couldn’t make it.”

“It must be hard to keep this from him, especially with me as your roommate.”

“Like I said, he’s an asshole which makes it easier” With all of the ease the two had been conversing with, Blaine became concerned when his roommate got quiet. He was about to say something when Doug spoke up “Can I ask you a question?” Blaine nodded for him to continue “When you did have to give consequences to that one guy did the Rules Council really get his acceptance to Harvard rescinded and he wound up at a community college in North Dakota?”

Blaine shook his head at how ridiculous the story had become, but in reality “No, we got his acceptance to Harvard rescinded and he went to Brown.”

“Isn’t that basically the same thing?”

“Doug, Brown is an Ivy League school. I have a friend that is applying there.”

“You do?” Doug asked like it was the most shocking thing that he had ever heard.

“Yes, she’s a friend of mine from McKinley.”

“Oh, that explains it. I’ll let you go. See you at 8!”

Blaine had to smile about the conversation that he just had. Although, before he could finish getting into his truck, his phone went off with another text. This one wasn’t from Sebastian. It was from Kurt who had been texting him almost constantly since their run-in at the Lima Bean. Blaine knew he had about a 20-minute drive to Molly’s, so he started the truck and set up the call on his Bluetooth. He thought it was a good idea to go ahead and answer Kurt since he would be seeing his therapist immediately afterwards.

“Blaine?”

“Hello, Kurt. You wanted to talk to me?”

“Yes, but you sound strange.”

“I’m driving so you’re on speaker. Don’t worry, I’m alone. Now, how can I help you?”

“I wanted to know why you went to see my dad.”

“Why didn’t you ask him?” There was no way he was going to tell Kurt, but he was very interested to find out which way this conversation would go.

“I did but he wouldn’t tell me.”

“Then why do you think I would tell you?”

“Because you owe me.”

Blaine was glad he was at a stop light since it would give him at least 30 seconds to contemplate what had just been said “Kurt, I don’t owe you a fucking thing. If your dad doesn’t want to tell you, I sure the hell am not. So, if that is what you wanted, I’m hanging up.” Although he didn’t want to because he wanted to know why the hell Kurt thought he owed him something. He could hear how frustrated Kurt was, but when next he spoke his voice was clear and calm.

“I’m sorry, I phrased that wrong. Let me tell you what. I’ll be back in Lima next Wednesday. Can we meet at Breadsticks a week from this Saturday? You can bring Sebastian.”

That was shocking. It wasn’t that Blaine wanted to meet up with Kurt, it was that this conversation was a little…hell, it was a lot strange “Ok, I’ll meet with you next Saturday but I will not tell you about my meeting with your dad. That’s up to him. Plus, I hate Breadsticks. There had to be another restaurant in Lima.”

“Fine. So, you’ll come? And what about Sebastian?”

“I’ll ask but it’s totally up to him. And Kurt, this better not be a set-up of any kind because if it is, I swear…”

“I promise. This is totally on the up and up. Just a chance to clear the air with both you and Sebastian. Sorry, but I have to go before Rachel tries to claim anymore of my belongings are hers.”

Flash Forward 11PM

To B: Please

To Bas: Nope

To B: Please

To Bas: It’s called punishment Sebastian. I need to know that you learned your lesson.

To B: I did.

To Bas: Really? I wanted to give you a simple demonstration on silent sex yet I had to shove my cock down your throat to shut you up. Did you notice that with as hard as I came, the three guys in the next room didn’t hear a thing? They might have guessed you were on your knees for me, but they didn’t know for sure.

To Bas: Sebastian, this is why we have the no touching of your cock rule. You seem to be incapable of having silent sex. I promise that we will practice, but for right now the no touching rule applies. You wouldn’t want to wake up Doug. Or Thad. Or Jeff and Nick that are on the other end of the hall.

To B: Please

To Bas: Good night Bas. Although I think I need to check on you. You shouldn’t be able to text with your hands tied up.

Chapter Text

Blaine came back to his room to find Doug sitting before his computer. It was the opening he had been looking for.

“Hey Doug. Whatcha working on?” When the boy practically fell out of his chair, Blaine apologized for startling him.

“No, it’s ok. It’s just when I start working on a new algorithm I get pretty focused.”

“How come I’ve never seen you working on one of these?” Blaine asked, impressed by what he saw on the screen.

Doug sighed and bowed his head, obviously uncomfortable with answering the question “I didn’t want you to know how big a nerd I am.”

“Well, you can’t be as big of a nerd as I am” Blaine laughed “I can quote Harry Potter word for word, and I am talking the books not the movies. I read Star Wars fanfiction and my best friend Sam and I totally geek out when it comes to comics and superheroes. At McKinley, we started the Secret Society of Superheroes Club. We had, well still have, costumes and everything.”

“Oh my god! I heard you and the blonde guy were wearing costumes when you took the trophy back! I thought people had made that up.”

“Yeah, that was us” Since Doug seemed more comfortable, Blaine decided to just go for it “I know you’re busy, but do you think in the near future you can help me with something computer related. It’s not for a class or anything, so just when you have the time.”

“I can do it now” he offered. When Blaine gave him a cocked eyebrow and a look of disbelief, Doug answered “I need a break from this. When you came in I was contemplating throwing my computer across the room.”

“Ok, so my cou…my friend Sugar told me that she googled Sebastian to see if he was good enough for me. I tried to do it and found nothing except he was mentioned in an article from when his dad ran for State’s Attorney.”

Doug motioned for Blaine to bring his desk chair over while he saved what he was working on and pulled up Google “The problem was you stopped there. Sebastian got you to his dad. Now, you search his dad and that leads you to your next search. Each search gives you more information until you have what you need.”

“Makes sense” Blaine couldn’t believe that he hadn’t thought of that “Can you do me a favor and see if you can find any information on his sister? Her name is…”

“No, don’t tell me. That would make it too easy.” Blaine got up and went to the mini-fridge to get them each a bottle of water figuring it would take a while. Three minutes later “Sierra Martin Russo. That wasn’t easy.”

“Dude! Not easy? It took you less than five minutes to find her. I spent three hours online and still came up with nothing.”

The pride on Doug’s face could not be questioned “My computer is probably much more hi-tech than yours. Plus, I knew what I was looking for. If you would have not said she was Sebastian’s sister, it would have taken me longer.”

Blaine guessed since Kurt didn’t know about Sierra that meant he (or someone for him) had only done a basic search on Sebastian. But why? “So, you’re saying that it would take an advanced search to find her. It would take someone like you.”

“Probably, especially since even though they are brother and sister they don’t have a direct connection. Does that help?”

“More than you know. Thank you” With everything that Doug had told him so far, Blaine knew he had found the right person to help with his other issue “Can I ask one more thing?”

“Sure.”

“If I wanted to find someone but only knew his first name and the city he lives in, could I even do that? Let me rephrase, could you even do that?”

“Maybe.”

“Seriously Doug, where did you learn to do all of this?”

“I taught myself mostly. I want to be a computer analyst for someplace like the CIA or National Security. That or an identity thief.” He smiled when Blaine let out a chuckle. They were both happy that their relationship had become more comfortable “Can we talk openly or will there be things you can’t talk about?”

“Go for it. I’ll let you know if it is something I can’t tell you.”

“Are you sure that the name you have is really his first name?"

“What do you mean?”

“You know, like that one actor on that one show that looks like you. His last name is Criss. It sounds like a first name.”

“Ok, I don’t look like him but I get what you’re talking about. Are there any other things I might have to consider?”

“Just that the name you have might be some sort of a nickname. Could you imagine trying to find Beat on the internet?”

Blaine sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He hoped that this would find the leak but it sounded like he needed more information. Information that he didn’t have “Well, thanks anyway. I guess I’m screwed, huh?”

“Did I say that?” Doug asked as he smiled and then cracked his knuckles “You said you know where he lives?”

That perked Blaine up “Actually, it’s they not he and they live here in Westerville.”

“That helps because if they grew up here they would have gone to Westerville High. About how old are they? Are they our age?”

“A little older. Does that matter?”

“If they graduated in the last five years, we can pull up an online yearbook. That is if you want me to.”

Blaine literally jumped out of his chair “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes! You don’t know what this means!”

“I haven’t done anything yet.” It took him a little longer to gain access to the Westerville High yearbook than it did to find Sebastian’s sister, but that didn’t mean it took long “We’re in. So, what are the names?”

“Wyatt and Toby. Hey, are you ok? You don’t look so good all of a sudden.”

Doug tried desperately to think of a way to stop what was happening, but couldn’t. He had to give Blaine whatever information he found or pay the consequences. There was no real choice “I’m fine, just let me put the names in. Ok, you have five Wyatts and no Tobys, although you do have a Stan Tobison. Would you like me to send you the information? Blaine?”

“Yeah” Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the screen “It’s just that Tobison guy and the third Wyatt look familiar, but I don’t know from where.” He shook his head to rid himself of the creepy feeling he had, and that made him notice the time “Shit! I was supposed to meet Trent to work on Calculous. Thank you again Doug. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough but Doug, you can’t talk about this with anyone. Understand?”

The second Blaine left the room, Doug got out his phone.

“What do you want Doug?”

“Shut up Earl. You have a problem. A fucking big problem.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The guys in the Rules Council are looking for Wyatt and Toby. They’re really smart guys, Earl. It won’t take them long to figure out that you’re the one that told those two idiots about Dalton’s Fight Club.”

Chapter Text

Saturday came, but Blaine had called Kurt the day before and asked if they could change their brunch to dinner. He had forgotten that family therapy was an hour later that usual and there were a couple of other things he needed to take care of. Both of them involved Sam.

“Sam, I’m really sorry about Brittany” Blaine told him.

“Yeah, I know. Me too. But, I went in knowing she was still in love with Santana” Sam admitted.

“I’ve got a suggestion. Why don’t Killer and I cancel with Hummel, get you a fake ID and go to Scandals where you can really drown your sorrows. Tea from the Lima Bean is not going to do anything for you Sam.”

Blaine smacked his boyfriend in the shoulder “We have discussed this Bas. Sam stays out of Scandals. Plus, we have to go to dinner with Kurt. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, remember?”

“Why can’t I go to…” Sam had another of his famous epiphanies “Oh, it’s my lips. Right?”

“Sam, if we took you to Scandals you would be hit-on more than my heavy bag is when I am frustrated with my boyfriend.” Blaine’s hand slid underneath the table to squeeze Sebastian’s upper thigh. There had been a lot of frustration that week. Sexual frustration.

“I get it” Sam chuckled “Santana named me Trouty Mouth for a reason. I’ll be right back. I’m going to go get some more water for my tea.”

The moment Sam was away from the table, Blaine tightened his grip on Sebastian’s thigh and leaned over to speak into his ear “You were a very bad boy, Sebastian.”

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“You know how horny I’ve been, yet you mentioned taking Sam to Scandals which got us talking about those big, beautiful lips of his. That started me thinking about the day of Sectionals when Sam told Kurt that we were both hot and that he would do either of us. Now, I would never actually do this, but all I can think of is Sam doing BOTH of us. At the same time. Would you like that?”

Without hesitation Sebastian answered “No.”

“No?”

“No, I’m not sharing you with anyone. I don’t care if they have the best blow job lips known to mankind.”

The comment prompted Blaine to give his boyfriend a quick, sweet peck on his lips. Even with Sebastian’s past innuendos and the games that the two of them play, Blaine knew that Sebastian just loved him. It was simple and easy, but also sexy as hell. Going to rescue that damn trophy was the best decision of his life.

“Will the two of you stop being so cutsey and loving? It’s making my teeth hurt” Sam whined upon his return to the table.

Blaine leaned over and kissed Sebastian’s cheek “No. Now, Brittany…”

Sam let out a groan “Can we talk about something else besides my love life, or lack there of? Like, what’s going on with Wyatt and Toby and why haven’t you taken them somewhere and beaten the shit out of them until they tell you who the leak is?”

“Because the only person Blaine likes to torture is me” Sebastian joked before leaning over and reciprocating the kiss on the cheek Blaine had given him. Sam didn’t need to know how true that really was.

“Ha ha” Blaine gave Sebastian an impressive eye roll as a response to his comment “Since my birthday was in October, I am now 18 and could be tried as an adult for assault. It’s one thing to fight within the confines of Fight Club, it’s another to go up to a stranger and deck them.”

“Have you figured out where you know them from?”

“No. They graduated, well dropped out, the year before I went to Westerville. I don’t know, maybe I saw them hanging around the school? We’re just lucky they were there long enough that it was too late to remove their pictures from the yearbook.”

“So, what are you guys doing? You’re at least having them watched or something like that. Oooh, did you have your Sugar’s daddy find out about them. Wait, that didn’t sound right.”

Both Blaine and Sebastian attempted to keep their laughter down to a chuckle, but Blaine failed so Sebastian answered “No, we found out that both of them had been popped recently on possession with intent to sell. We then may have hypothetically asked a Dalton contact within the Franklin County DA’s office to hypothetically search for any known associates tied to Dalton.”

“Did they find anyone?”

“Yeah, Hunter Clarington.”

“What?!” Sam slapped his hand over his mouth because he had said that much louder than he intended.

“We were shocked too” Blaine told him “But both you and Puck said that Toby and Wyatt said they got their Fight Club information from a Dalton graduate. Hunter’s not a graduate. We’re hoping that it’s just a weird coincidence, but are keeping our eyes and ears open.”

“Are you still going through with the plan to draw the leak out?”

Blaine glanced over at Sebastian and they both nodded. His Uncle Robert had strongly suggested that they keep Sam’s knowledge to a minimum. Just enough for him to help with identifying Wyatt and Toby “As of now, yes. However, we won’t get started until we have come back from break. Speaking of break, were you surprised when my parents invited you and your family to come to Aspen with us after Christmas?” Sam was not the only one that had been surprised since his parents had not told him that he had invited (and had paid for) the Evans family to join them at the family cabin.

“Are you kidding me? I couldn’t believe it. My mom literally cries with happiness when we talk about the trip and Stevie won’t shut up about learning to snowboard.”

This time it was Sebastian squeezing Blaine’s thigh, but this was a show of support. He knew that Blaine was about to do something he had hoped to avoid “That’s great Sam, but I have another surprise. When you get there, someone else you know will be there as well.”

“Sebastian, you’re coming?”

“No, it’s not Bas.”

An hour later…

“Sugar is your what?!”

“I’m Blainey’s cousin” Sugar told him “Are you ok?”

“I just need to sit down for a minute” Since they were in the Motta’s kitchen, Sebastian pulled out a bar stool for Sam so he didn’t fall. He was too busy staring at Blaine and Sugar to pay attention “How? I mean you look nothing alike.”

Blaine put his arm around Sugar’s waist and pulled her close. She was uneasy about someone in the New Directions knowing their secret “Our moms are sisters and you know I am basically my dad’s clone.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“It was my idea” Sugar explained “We moved here after my mom died...”

Blaine pulled her even closer and kissed the side of her head “It’s ok, Sugary Sweet. I can tell Sam everything if you want me to.” He knew that any mention of her mom still tended to shut her down even though it had been almost three years.

“No, it was my idea, I should explain it.”

“Not to interrupt” but Sam did anyway and asked Blaine “Did she have anything with you coming to McKinley? It wasn’t just for Kurt?”

“I had been leaning toward transferring for Kurt, but my parents would have never have signed off on that. Sugar’s more of a sister to me than a cousin and they knew I wanted to be there for her in her new school. It just took a little while to get the transfer taken care of since I don’t live in Lima. I wound up using this address on my transfer. It was just a coincidence that Uncle Robert bought a house that was in McKinley’s district.”

“I always wondered how they let you into McKinley since you didn’t live in that district. Or city. Or half of the state” Sebastian chimed in but then realized that he and Sam had truly interrupted Sugar “Sorry, Sugar. Were you happy that B was able to go to McKinley?”

“No, it’s ok and I know what Blaine did for me. That’s why I feel so guilty about…”

“Sugar, do you need to repeat the mantra?” She hated to say it, but it was a reminder that Blaine’s depression was not her fault.

She stuck her tongue out at him as her response “Any way” she drawled out “I knew I was a bad singer, but I wanted to join the New Directions to make friends like Blainey did with the Warblers. I didn’t think that I would be the only person in history to not be allowed in to a glee club that accepts everyone. Then the next day Blainey came and sang It’s Not Unusual. Everyone loved it, loved him, even the people that Slushied glee club members.”

All of the boys glanced around at each other knowing that there was probably a different reason behind Blaine’s total acceptance.

“I still don’t understand” Sam had seen videos of both Sugar’s audition and Blaine’s performance. Yes, they were at opposite ends of the “rate my performance” scale, but what did that have to do with them not telling anyone they were related?

“I know what people say about me, Sam. How daddy had to buy me a glee club. Can you imagine the teasing I would have gone through when people figured out that the worst singer in the world was cousins with the best? After Blainey helped me get better at harmonizing, I thought about telling everyone but we decided to wait until this year because I didn’t like the people that graduated.”

“Then why haven’t you told anyone? Is it because Blaine went back to Dalton?”

“That would be because of me” Robert Motta entered the kitchen and held out his hand, but did not offer an explanation. “You must be Sebastian and Sam. Blaine has told me a lot about the two of you. I’m his Uncle Robert.” Sebastian stepped forward to shake his hand, but Sam had to be nudged by Blaine. He wasn’t afraid of the supposed mobster, quite the opposite. After everything he had heard he was actually having a bit of a fanboy moment. “Sugar, honey, can you give me and the boys some time. Why don’t you go call Kitty and coordinate your wardrobe for tomorrow?”

“Ok, Daddy” She turned to Blaine and gave him a hug “Are you going to leave after you all talk?”

“Yes, but I’ll see you and Kitty tomorrow at my house for the Christmas Cookie Bake.”

“And you’re going to be nice to Nick tomorrow, right Blainey?”

“No.”

“What did Nick do?” Sam asked.

“He asked Sugar on a date without getting Blaine’s permission” Sebastian laughed remembering the look on Nick’s face when he realized that Blaine was serious. Not a wise decision to piss off a guy who lists beating the crap out of people as one of his hobbies.

“Hold up, Nick knew the two of you are cousins before I did?”

“Nick, Jeff and Thad. I told Nick and Jeff by accident after Nick made a comment about how cute Sugar was” Blaine practically growled “I told Thad because it was too hard not to since Sugar and Kitty are best friends and he’s kind of dating Kitty. They just know the basics, but enough that Nick should have known better.”

“Ok, I’m going to go call Kitty” Sugar said before turning to her cousin’s boyfriend “Sebby, please make sure Blainey is nice to Nick.”

“Not happening!” Blaine called out as she left.

Once she was gone, Sam had questions he wanted to ask “Ok, two things. First, Sebby?”

“Only Sugar, Evans. Don’t even try.”

“Got it. So Blaine, why the issues with Nick when Sugar dated Rory last year?”

Blaine grabbed Sebastian’s hand before saying “I wasn’t around last year when they started dating.” It went unsaid that he was out due to eye surgery.

Mr. Motta changed subject rather quickly “Now Blaine, are you and Sebastian meeting with Kurt once you leave here?”

“We are. Why?”

“With the unknown connection between Congressman Hummel and Clarington and what happened at and after Sectionals, I can’t help but think there is more going on than he’s saying. Especially when he asked you to tell him what you and his dad discussed.”

“And he’s been acting strange” Sam added.

“How?”

“He’s been a little too nice since he moved back from New York. Like creepy, serial killer before he cuts you up into pieces, nice.”

The four of them became so entrenched in conversation that they didn’t notice how late it had gotten. Blaine and Sebastian made it to the restaurant right on time and Kurt walked in a minute later. They were immediately escorted to their table and were able to hold a civil conversation throughout the meal. Of course the topics had been limited to the weather, holiday shopping, favorite Christmas movies and whether or not Blaine and Sebastian would be attending Rachel’s New Year’s party that she was throwing at her dads’ house. It was the last topic that had the boys feeling uneasy. When it was discussed, they both understood why Sam had said what he said. Kurt really was being creepy, serial killer nice.

“Sorry Kurt, but B and I already have plans to attend Wes Montgomery’s party.” Sebastian was trying to be cordial. Trying being the operative word.

“But you’re both friends with all of the New Directions, both old and new. Blaine, Sam is your best friend. Oh, but you will have already spent five days in Aspen with Sam and his entire family.”

“And there it is. The true reason for this meal” Blaine had never told Kurt how wealthy his family actually was because Kurt was extremely…well, materialistic. He should have known when his dad gave Sam the truck that Kurt would start asking questions.

“I don’t understand, Blaine. What reason?” Kurt asked with almost a sing-song tone to his voice.

Sebastian threw his napkin onto the table and pushed his chair back “Cut the crap Hummel. We knew coming into this that your whole Let’s just be friends act was a fucking lie. So, either tell us what you want or we’re out of here.”

Kurt turned his attention to Blaine “Are you going to let him speak for you in that manner or are you going to speak up for yourself?”

“Oh, I can more than speak up for myself. I just didn’t feel the need to repeat exactly what Bas said. So, if that is all we’ll be on our way.”

Sebastian had pulled out his credit card to pay the bill, he assumed that would be the case anyway, when both he and Blaine witnessed Kurt’s entire demeanor change. The real Kurt had finally made an appearance. He folded his arms across his chest like he always did when his defenses went up “You want to talk, let’s talk.”

They all settled down when the waitress came to take the bill. However, Sebastian ordered them all coffee and dessert to give them an excuse to remain at the table. When she left to get the order, Blaine asked his ex “Does this have something to do with you saying that I owed you? What the fuck could I possibly have done to owe you anything?”

“You cheated on me, you broke up with me, you performed that stunt at Sectionals and then despite everything I had done you still wound up running to him.” Kurt’s voice dripped with disgust as he referred to Sebastian.

The conversation halted again when the waitress brought their coffee and dessert. This gave Blaine and Sebastian time to process what Kurt had said. By just a glimpse at each other, they could tell that each of them were concerned about the end of the statement. The rest was crazy talk.

“What did you do, Kurt?” Blaine asked the question because he could see Sebastian seething with anger. Perhaps it had not been the best idea to have this little tête-à-tête in such a public space.

Kurt’s face made it look like he was searching for the right words to say until “Fine. It’s not like anyone can do anything about it now. I couldn’t believe it when Santana of all people figured out that what I did wasn’t about the Slushie, but about I Want You Back.”

“You are fucking kidding me!” Sebastian hissed, trying to keep his voice down “If you were so pissed why did you just sit there and look constipated?”

“I did not look constipated! I was in shock but looking back I don’t know why. You rich, entitled Dalton bastards just take what you want and you wanted my boyfriend. I needed to find a way to stop you and the very next day the universe gave me the gift of the Slushie.”

“I’m so glad to hear that my needing surgery was a gift to you.”

“Oh Blaine, I’m not talking about your pain. I’m talking about how you stopped speaking to this asshole as well as the other Warblers. Also, I knew that the Meerkat would receive the punishment he so richly deserved.”

Both Blaine and Sebastian were confused by Kurt’s answer, but Sebastian understood what he meant first “You son of a bitch! You knew I had already gone to the Headmaster before you gave me the tape.”

“Of course, I did” Kurt snickered, like it was the most obvious thing that ever happened “I wanted you expelled and sent back to Paris, but he said that since your dad was State’s Attorney the only thing he could really do was suspend you and then put you on probation. It wasn’t enough, especially since I was leaving for New York and Blaine would be back here in Ohio. I knew eventually you would be in contact again. That’s why I went back to Dalton and we hatched the plan to give you a babysitter.”

Blaine knew he had to do something quickly or he would spend the rest of the evening bailing his boyfriend out of jail. He reached down and grabbed Sebastian’s crotch. That startled him enough to allow Blaine to speak “Oh my god, your father helped you get a known drug dealer admitted to Dalton just to keep me and Bas apart?”

“Really Blaine? My dad would never have anything to do with this. Why would you think that?” Kurt wanted to know, but Blaine wasn’t about to tell him. He knew that the former Headmaster had had political aspirations, so he must have thought helping a Congressman’s son would help further those goals. He was beyond stunned by what Kurt had said. This wasn’t the Kurt he had known. Or was it and his depression had prevented him from seeing the truth. Blaine looked over at Sebastian and determined it was time to get him out of there.

“We are leaving Kurt, but don’t think this conversation is over.”

“But you need to stay so you can find out how you are going to make amends for what you two did to me.”

“What we did to you? You made my life hell for months.” Sebastian was talking again but unfortunately, he was loud enough to gain the attention of those around them “I am going to destroy you.”

Kurt portrayed himself as the mannered one of the group and apologized for his friend “No, you are going to do exactly the opposite. It took a while for me to figure out what I wanted, then you gave me the answer, Sebastian.”

“What fucking answer?”

“As you have probably guessed, I have done research on you but had never found anything that suggested you had a sister. However, at Sectionals you insisted that you have one named Sierra. Later that night I was talking to a friend from Vogue.com who said that he knew a designer at Dior named Sierra who had a brother named Sebastian. It didn’t take long to verify that she was indeed your sister. My mistake had been that I had researched you only through your father’s side. I never would have guessed mommy dearest would have had a little bundle of joy at only 17. It seems that with you Sebastian, the slutty apple doesn’t fall far from the slutty tree.”

If ever there was a time that Blaine appreciated how deceptively strong he was, it was now. He was able to grab Sebastian into a hug, preventing him from lunging across the table at Kurt “Kurt, I am totally disgusted at what you just said to Bas. Don’t ever call me again. I won’t be answering.” Blaine stood up and tried to think of a way to block Sebastian from Kurt as they left.

“Oh, Blaine dear, why don’t you sit down. We’re not finished.”

“Give me one good reason we should stay.”

A smile came across Kurt’s face. A creepy, serial killer before he cuts you into pieces, smile “I bet David could come up with 876,512 reasons.”

Sebastian watched as Blaine’s whole body froze “Killer, what’s going on.”

“That is the exact amount of money in David’s scholarship account.” Sebastian knew that actually meant that it was the money from the bets they took at Fight Club.

Kurt was giddy in his belief that his plan had worked perfectly. With that said, his anticipation for his next bombshell was palpable. “Scholarship account, that’s a good one. Now, why don’t you sit back down so we can finish our conversation…Wolverine.”

Chapter Text

“I’m going to fucking kill him B. When I get back from Paris, you and I are spending all of our spare time down in the Out Building and you are teaching me to fight. Not box, fight, and then I am going to fucking kill Hummel with…my…bare…hands!”

Blaine kept his eyes on the road and let Sebastian rant. Considering the things that Kurt said and the demands that he made, it was amazing that one or both of them weren’t in jail “Bas you don’t want to do that. You’re too pretty to go to prison.”

“B…”

“Don’t think that I haven’t noticed that in this moment you have started referring to me a B and not Killer” Blaine joked, as he continued to try and lighten the mood “Do you want me to call my Uncle…”

“Could you really do that?” Sebastian practically whispered “Does your Uncle have people that do things…”

“Bas! Stop! I was kidding” Blaine interrupted that train of thought before it got out of hand. Although? “There is not a thing we can do about Kurt until after we all get back from break. Even he said as much.” Thankfully they had arrived at Blaine’s house, so he pulled into the driveway and parked the truck “Come on. You can hatch more murder plots after we are inside.” Once they were in there, he hoped that Sebastian would notice what he had set up.

That didn’t happen so Blaine had to go with Plan B.

“Bas” Blaine got his attention while at the same time taking his hands so he would stay in place “Close your eyes.”

“B…”

“Close…your…eyes.” This time Blaine’s tone left no doubt that Sebastian should do as he was told, although he did manage to get an eye roll in before he closed them “Now, tell me what do you hear?”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Or anyone?”

Sebastian opened his eyes and looked around before focusing on his smiling (like a Cheshire Cat) boyfriend “Are we alone?”

“Why yes, we are alone” Blaine answered with a mocking tone, ecstatic that Sebastian had finally calmed down enough as to not ruin what he had planned “And will be for the rest of the night. You see, my wonderful parents are at the Governor’s Holiday Ball and decided to get a room at the hotel so they could partake in the festivities as they wished. They will not be back until around noon tomorrow, just in time to finish baking cookies, then turn back around to take you to the airport and then finally take the jet to Detroit.”

“Why would your parents go to all that trouble…Oh my God! They’re staying at a hotel so we can have sex!”

“I did not say that” Blaine answered, trying not to laugh at the expression on Sebastian’s face “I may have told them that we hadn’t had any alone time lately. And I may have said how sad I was that tomorrow you are flying to Paris for 17 days and we wouldn’t have any time to celebrate Christmas together.”

“You totally tricked your parents so we could have sex. You are the best boyfriend ever!”

Blaine let go of one hand, but tightened his hold on the other and began to lead Sebastian upstairs “No, I’m pretty sure I didn’t trick them. They know exactly what’s going on.”

“Then my boyfriend has the best parents ever!” They both laughingly agreed to that statement and continued the laughter until they were outside of Blaine’s bedroom door.

“Close your eyes” Blaine requested for the second time that evening, and Sebastian complied but with an eye roll for the second time as well. Blaine led him into the room, then let go of his hand and told him to wait. After what seemed like 10 minutes, but was only 3…“Open your eyes Bas.”

Sebastian looked around the room in amazement. There were lit candles all around, but the main source of lighting was a Christmas tree that stood in the center of the room. Surrounding the tree were throw pillows and blankets and other things that needed explanation “Are those the gifts I got for you?”

Blaine couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as it looked like all of the planning that had gone into Sebastian’s surprise had paid off “I hope so. At least they are all of the presents Thad was aware of.”

“How? I mean…how?”

“Let’s sit down and I’ll explain everything” Blaine took Sebastian’s hand yet again and this time led him to the pillows on the floor in front of the tree. “So, you were really surprised?” he asked once they were seated.

“Absolutely! But again, how did you manage to get all of this done?”

“With a lot of help, but the room? Let’s just say your rants made this a lot easier.”

Sebastian’s expression went blank “Please tell me Hummel had nothing to do with this.”

“Oh god, no. I’m so sorry for making you think that. What I’m saying was that since you were so busy plotting Kurt’s death, you didn’t say a word when I suddenly had to stop at the McDonald’s 10 minutes from my house because I needed to use the restroom. I was really calling Jeff to say we were 10 minutes out. Then you didn’t notice that I circled my block twice so Jeff had a chance to escape. Oh, by the way, I didn’t text my parents that we were on our way home, I texted…”

“You texted Jeff” Sebastian finished “Jeff did all of this?”

“No, I had everything set up. He just had to bring the presents and your bags which Thad gave him, then light the candles and turn on the tree.”

“Why did I have to keep my eyes shut?”

“The blankets and pillows were in my closet. He didn’t need to know everything that was going on” Blaine answered with an eyebrow wiggle that caused Sebastian to laugh.

“I love you so much. I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

Once Sebastian said that, he stopped laughing. He really couldn’t believe that Blaine had done all of this, just to make him happy. Blaine may have said that his return to Dalton was about saving himself but Sebastian knew that in doing so, Blaine had ruined him. Ruined him in that no other man ever stood a chance of Sebastian loving him the way he loved Blaine. All of his earlier anger toward Kurt came rushing back, but he was quick to put a stop to it. There was no way he was letting that son-of-a-bitch spoil this.

“I love you too, Bas. Are you ok?”

“I’m great” Sebastian told him while he reached over and brushed some loose curls back from Blaine’s face “I’m just amazed by the way your beautiful eyes dance due to the candles and Christmas lights.”

The compliment had Blaine catch his breath “Oh, wow. May I say that you are pretty stunning in this lighting as well?”

“Thank you, B. Now, what’s next or are we going to sit here all evening and tell each other how gorgeous we are?”

Blaine sat up on his knees, then crawled over and trapped Sebastian’s hands on the floor under his. The position was a bit awkward but Sebastian soon forgot about it when Blaine kissed him. The kiss was soft and sweet but that soon changed when Sebastian felt his boyfriend’s tongue slide across his bottom lip. He tried to help out by leaning in a little closer only to realize that amount of body weight Blaine was holding his hands down with had left his entire upper body immobilized. The only thing he could do was to try and suck Blaine’s tongue further into his mouth, pulling him closer. It was agonizingly sloppy, but so, so hot and then over too soon when Blaine pulled away and announced “Present time!”

Sebastian flopped back onto the pillows, let out rather loud groan (which he could because they were alone) and tried to remind himself of all of the wonderful thoughts he had just had about his tease of a boyfriend. Blaine grabbed his arms and pulled him back up before saying “I see that we each broke the one gift rule.”

“Yes, but my second gift is actually a second part of the first gift” Sebastian informed him, but that was kind of a lie. While they were similar, they were not parts of a whole. Hopefully Blaine wouldn’t feel the need to punish him. On the other hand…

“Ok, mine are pretty much that as well. Now, since I have been a very good boy I want my presents first.”

Sebastian shook his head but handed over the first gift, hoping Blaine would understand the meaning behind it. For inside the box was two leather wrist cuffs “Bas, these are beautiful.”

“Actually, this one is yours” Sebastian picked up the cuff nearest to Blaine to show him an inscription on the inside “The other is mine.”

“It says I’m In” Blaine smiled knowing that was the phrase they had each used to tell the other that they were ready for a relationship.

“When I told you I’m In, I said that I loved every side of you. I thought that maybe you could wear this when you fight since you always wear gloves that would cover it. It would be a reminder that I’m there supporting you, even though you’re punching in someone’s face.”

“And you would be wearing yours?” Sebastian nodded then reached over and handed Blaine his other gift. After opening it, Blaine let out a small gasp. While the cuffs were beautiful, this was breathtaking.

“Bas, this is too much.”

Sebastian pulled the sterling silver link ID bracelet from the box and put it on Blaine’s wrist “This is for when you’re not fighting. I know it’s kind of possessive of me to give you something like this because I know you know that we belong to each other. It’s just...it’s hard to explain,” He paused for just a moment to make sure he said this the way he wanted to “B, I see how other guys, and girls, look at you. I want them all aware that you are mine. Is that bad?”

“No, I get it” Blaine responded but never took his eyes off of his wrist. When he turned the ID plate over he noticed that it had an inscription like the cuff. An inscription that made him smile for a lot of reasons “It says You+Me.”

You+Me, we belong together. Just like the breath needs the air.” Sebastian sang to him.

Blaine began to laugh, smile and cry all at the same time. He leaned over, gave Sebastian a kiss and then handed him the first of his two presents. When Sebastian opened the gift and saw what it was, he began to do all three as well “Is this what I think it is?”

“If you think that is You+Me sheet music written as a duet, then yes, it is exactly what you think. I can’t believe our gifts to each other fit so well together.”

Sebastian put the sheet music back in its box and then wiped his eyes before saying “Well, you do have one last gift to give me. Don’t know how you’re going to top the last one, B.”

“Is that a challenge?” Blaine gave his best Sebastian smirk as he handed over the other box. When Sebastian opened it, then pulled a handkerchief off from on top of the present, his response was less than enthusiastic. Just as Blaine had predicted it would be.

“An I-Pod, I love it.”

“You are such a liar. Open the play list.” Blaine sat back and waited for the second response. Again, just as he had predicted.

“Are these…? Did you sing…? How?” If these songs were what Sebastian thought they were, then saying he was blown away came nowhere close to how he felt.

“Ok, let me explain and then you can ask questions. So, you know how my roommate Doug is this computer genius and I had him pull up videos of our performances? (nod) He was able to pull the music from those and clean up the sound. The quality is amazing. I showed this to my parents and convinced them to get me a computer that Doug recommended, plus better recording equipment and a mixing board as an early Christmas present.”

“Doug did this? By the way, is he ok? He’s been acting stranger than normal lately.”

“I think so. I know he wasn’t looking forward to break since he really doesn’t like his older brother. I should check on him after everything he did for this” Blaine really was worried about his roommate, but not enough to continue that line of conversation “Now, look at the songs and ask any questions you might have.”

Sebastian went down the song list in order “Why two versions of Smooth Criminal?”

“Ever since we performed it at Sectionals, a certain Latina has texted me pretty much every day to tell me the two of you sounded better. So, I told her to put up or shut up. Yes, I was that stupid. Anyway, I had her sing my part and we mixed it in with your vocal. I hate to admit that she may have been right.”

“Never” Sebastian kissed him before going back to the song list. He had a lot of questions about what he saw, but he could ask those later. All he really cared about was that You+Me was there. Then he noticed something else. “What’s Mirrors? Oh my god, Blaine, did you write me another song?”

Blaine got up, went to his closet and came back with his acoustic “You tell me.”

Aren't you something to admire, 'cause your shine is something like a mirror
And I can't help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side

'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass, I'm here trying to pull you through
You just gotta be strong

'Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm looking right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Coming back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one

'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

By the time the song was finished, Sebastian figured out what the handkerchief was for since he had turned into a blubbering mess. Blaine took the guitar over and put it on a stand, but when he came back asked “I take it that I met the challenge and topped the first gift?”

Sebastian didn’t say a word. Instead he practically lunged over and attached his lips to Blaine’s, pushing him down against the pillows in the process. Surprisingly, the kiss was controlled while still being loving as well as passionate at the same time. It also went on for quite some time and only ended when Sebastian started moving his lips down Blaine’s neck.

“Bas” Blaine was able to say despite the state that his body was in “As understanding as my parents are, I don’t think they would appreciate me having a neck full of bite marks when I’m going to see my grandparents in a couple of days.” Sebastian nodded and continued to make his way down Blaine’s body but this time with soft kisses. Blaine wasn’t a fan of the change “That doesn’t mean you can’t leave them in other places.”

In order for that to happen, clothes had to be shed which happened rather quickly. With everything going on in their lives, and the fact that they had roommates, they hadn’t been naked together in what seemed like forever. Because of this, time was taken to just touch each other. Sliding hands down backs and sides. Outlining abs and the Vs that both of their lower bodies were blessed with. Caressing pecs and asses. Finally, Blaine reached out and took both of them into his hand, eliciting the first loud moan from Sebastian of the evening.

“Fuck B, that feels amazing, but I’d really like to have you in my mouth right now.”

“Be my guest.”

The instant Blaine freed them, was the instant Sebastian moved down his boyfriend’s body. He wanted to take his time. To swirl his tongue around the tip and then run it along the vein on the underside. Then kiss down the shaft and play with the balls for a while, which he knew was a favorite of Blaine’s. He had barely started when he felt hands in his hair. Since the beginning, he had loved what it did to him when Blaine pulled just a little too tight, but this time it was tighter. Blaine was pulling back up to him.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked once they were face to face again.

“Nothing, it was too right.” Blaine kissed him the reached behind a pillow and pulled out the condom and lube he had obviously placed there earlier “Make love to me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely. I love you so much Sebastian.”

“I love you too Blaine. More than I ever thought possible.”

It felt like only moments later that Sebastian found himself three fingers deep inside of Blaine, silently thanking his boyfriend for all of the denial games they play. If he hadn’t built up stamina, this would have been over long ago.

“Bas, please” Blaine moaned for him “I’m ready. I promise you I’m ready.”

He didn’t know if it was entering Blaine for the first time or the erotic sound of Blaine’s moans and pleads but the intoxicating combination brought out Sebastian’s inner caveman “Mine. You belong to me.”

“Bas…please…more”

He pinned Blaine’s hands above his head as he continued to move further and further inside. When he was finally fully buried, he stopped and stared at the sight below him. He knew he had thought this before, but in that moment, Blaine was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. As he finally started to move, the inner caveman came back and for once he was allowed to express how he felt as loud as he wanted to “You and Me. You are mine. Mine. Do you hear me? We fit together like this. We belong together. You and me. Fuck Blaine! You are so beautiful, and the sounds you make…Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

The diatribe continued, only stopping when for once he got to deny Blaine’s orgasm as he had found his now lover’s prostate and had no problems abusing it. This was by far the best sex Sebastian had ever had, but it wasn’t about to last much longer.

“Come for me Blaine. Come for me.” Almost instantaneously cum was shooting everywhere. Blaine called out Sebastian’s name, along with several fucks and Oh Gods, as he rode out his orgasm. Between the sight below him and the clutching around him, Sebastian followed only moments later. When that happened, Blaine realized how happy he was that the house was on a 2 acre lot as not to disturb the neighbors.

Of course, Blaine had thought ahead to have towels and wipes to clean themselves up at the ready. Soon they were cuddled together next to the tree, throw pillows and blankets substituting for a bed. They were quiet for quite a while, basking in the direction their relationship had just taken. However, each of them knew they should say something before they fell asleep.

“B, that was…”

“Amazing?”

“It was so far past amazing. It was perfect.” Sebastian told Blaine as he pulled him even closer “Your parents won’t be back until noon, right?”

“Yeah, but everyone else will be here at 10 for the Cookie Bake. You do realize that even though I love you, my attention will be on Duval to make sure he keeps his grimy hands off of my baby cousin?”

“Fine, then I expect a lot of personal attention before everyone gets here.”

Blaine didn’t have to see his boyfriend’s eyebrow wiggle to understand what he was implying. He rolled over and sat up, earning him a groan and grabby hands attempting to pull him back down “Bas stop and listen. I’m going to go downstairs, stop whining, and pull everything we’ll need in the morning so we can spend some extra time up here.”

“Let me help.”

“No, I know where everything is so it will be faster. You stay here, blow out the candles and get into bed. I won’t be long.”

Sebastian tried to protest, but a huge yawn gave away how tired he was “Promise you won’t be long.”

“Definitely, and if you need to fall asleep that’s ok. But understand, when I get back I expect to be able to cuddle in and be spooned.”

“Absolutely, I take my role of the big spoon very seriously.”

It took a few minutes for Blaine to actually leave the room since it takes time for more kisses and to put some underwear and lounge pants on. By the time he left, he was pretty sure that Sebastian would fall asleep which was a good thing. He was going to be much longer than he had let on. He may have spent most of the evening convincing Sebastian to let go of everything that happened with Kurt, but that sure as hell didn’t mean he had to.

He made his way down to the entryway to grab his phone (which Sebastian didn’t see him leave since his eyes were shut). The two of the three people he had texted during his impromptu stop at McDonalds had texted back and told him to call when he could. There was no doubt who he would call first.

Hello, Uncle Robert, I need a favor…

The call to his Uncle took almost an hour. He debated about making the second call, but decided to go ahead.

Hello, Puck. Sorry it’s so late. Are you able to do what I asked?...Did you talk to?...Yeah, are you ok with that?...And you know the address?...Great, I’ll see you tomorrow night at about 8. Oh, I need one more favor.

I need to know where I can find Dave Karofsky.

Chapter Text

Sunday 2PM

“Oh my God! Bas, go take a shower. My parents are taking you to the airport in an hour.”

“I’m going. I’m going.” Sebastian said before kissing Blaine with his frosting covered lips, again. When he pulled away, he noticed Sugar and Nick talking to Blaine’s parents…and they were holding hands “B, I’m surprised you’re so calm about Sugar and Nick. Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

“I’m right here.” Blaine sighed “You know I love Nick as a brother, and maybe I have been a little overprotective of Sugar” When Sebastian snickered, he smacked his shoulder “Ok, a lot overprotective. They’re going on a double date with Thad and Kitty to the movies. She’ll be fine.”

“So, that means your Uncle is sending someone to spy on them. Am I right?”

“No, that means I gave Kitty a hundred bucks to tell me if Nick tries to pull something. After Uncle Rob accidently got Rory sent back to Ireland, we decided it would be best if I was the one to keep an eye on Sugar’s love life.”

An hour later, Blaine and Sebastian stood off to the side of the entryway while the driver put the bags in the car. Blaine’s parents attempted to give them some privacy, but Mrs. Anderson thought they looked so cute with their hands clasped and foreheads pressed together that she couldn’t help but occasionally glance over.

Hey, at least she wasn’t taking pictures.

“17 days” Blaine pouted.

“Yes, I’ll be gone for 17 days, but I’ll be back to kiss you at midnight on New Year’s Eve.” Sebastian leaned down for a kiss. He kept it pretty chaste considering the Andersons were nearby “I had a lot of fun today.”

“And not last night?”

“I already told you how much I enjoyed last night. I was talking about the Cookie Bake and, you know…Before.”

Blaine looked for his parents, and when he saw they weren’t close, he walked up to Sebastian’s ear and spoke to him in that tone he loved (and hated) so much “You mean when I tied you to my headboard and did all sorts of dirty, dirty things to you?”

Sebastian nodded emphatically as he had more than enjoyed taking their little game to the next level. He had so many wonderful images to take with him to Paris. And when he said images he meant that he needed to make sure no one saw his phone “Yes, and the other thing.”

“You liked me spanking that amazing ass of yours, didn’t you? You naughty boy, don’t think for a moment that I didn’t figure out the real reason you bought us cuffs for Christmas.”

Fortunately, before Sebastian started to answer, they both noticed that Blaine’s mom was walking over to them. This was definitely not a conversation she needed to hear “Sebastian dear, it’s time to go. Blaine, are you sure you know what to do for Sam’s surprise?”

“Yes, I’ve got it. Plus, Puck is back in Lima and I asked him to give me a hand.”

“Good” Mrs. Anderson looked back and forth between her son and his boyfriend and determined they needed another minute. She gave Blaine a kiss on the cheek “I’ll see you Wednesday. Now Sebastian, one last kiss and then we really do have to go.” She gave him a wink and added “I’ll get my husband out of here so you can make it a good one.”

“You know, I love your parents, don’t you?” Sebastian asked once Blaine’s mom had walked away.

“They are great, aren’t they?” Blaine refused to let the tears he was holding back fall. He knew if they started they wouldn’t stop “I’m going to miss you so much, Bas. We just found each other again, but I don’t remember me without you.”

“That’s because you have just started being you again. I’m so glad that I have been able to be with you on your journey to save yourself.” They both laughed at Sebastian using Blaine’s description for the changes he had made in his life “You know you saved me too. The vacancy that sat in my heart, is a space that now you hold.”

“You like singing songs I wrote for you back to me. Don’t you?”

“Absolutely” Sebastian answered with a peck on the lips “So, how about you give me a real kiss before your dad walks in on us again.”

They actually got in three kisses before Mr. Anderson came and got Sebastian. Blaine walked him out to the limo and stood in the driveway to wave goodbye. The moment the car was out of sight, it was like a switch flipped inside of him. He had a lot to accomplish in just two days.

After making a series of phone calls, he looked at the clock and knew he had to get in the shower. Unfortunately, there was one more call he needed to make first.

Well, hello darling

Cut the crap, Kurt

Is that anyway to talk to your boyfriend?

You’re not my boyfriend

Yet

Go to hell!

The call didn’t take long and Blaine was able to shower, change and pack an overnight bag in under a half hour. Thank god, he didn’t gel his hair anymore. When he went downstairs he was extremely anxious to get his plan in motion, but received a text from the limo driver that his guest’s plane had just landed. Since he had to wait he got his guitar and began to play. It always helped to calm his nerves.

I dreamed a dream of time gone by…

As if she knew he needed a pick-me-up, Sugar sent him a text stating that the movie had finished and that she, Kitty, Thad and Nick were ready. Earlier at the Cookie Bake, Kitty was informed of Blaine and Sugar’s relationship since everyone else there knew and it was too hard not to say anything. When asked why they didn’t just tell everyone, Blaine went and made a call to his uncle. His biggest concern had been that his uncle’s name could be associated with the betting at Fight Club if it was ever discovered. After he was assured for probably the tenth time that it wouldn’t be a problem, Blaine agreed that they should do it. He was actually relieved because it would make his plan to stop Kurt much easier.

Since Dalton had released for the holidays, he said he’d tell the guys that didn’t know later. McKinley was another story as they were still in school until Wednesday. It was actually Kitty that had the idea of how they could tell everyone with just one text.

From Blaine: Hey Tina. I forget, did Sugar and I tell you that we are cousins? Oops, sorry got to go.

From Tina: WTF?!?!

Yeah, that should do it.

He had 15 new texts and 8 missed (technically ignored) calls by the time the limo arrived 15 minutes later. When he went to greet it, he found the driver holding open the door while his guest got out of the backseat, waving her phone.

“Please tell me it’s true. Please say that the Acapella Dreamboat and Miss I Can’t Carry a Tune in a Bucket are related.”

Blaine took her arm and led her toward the house “Well, that didn’t take long and hello to you too, Santana. Yes, Sugar is my baby cousin who I love more than any of the other members of my family except for my parents, and some days that’s in question. So, no more nicknames for her unless they are as sweet as she is.” They stopped at the door and he kissed her cheek “Now, go in and make yourself comfortable while I take care of the driver.”

“Ok, but this is far from over.”

Once she went in, Blaine had her bags put by the door. He didn’t need them brought in any further since they wouldn’t be there long.
He and Santana had known each other for a while, but had only just started to be friends. This was going to be a lot to ask. It scared him how much he needed her. “Thanks for doing this Santana. Did you have any problems?” he asked as he sat down next to her on the sofa.

“Let’s see. You offered to fly me home first class and send a limo to pick me up, if I agreed to fly back a day early and tell no one about it. No, no problems but that doesn’t mean I’m not as intrigued as hell in what you’re up to Frodo.” The more she looked at him the more she realized that she had never seen this Blaine before. He was focused, intense and his eyes didn’t dance like every time she had seen them since he and Sebastian got together “Blaine, what’s going on?”

Since the moment she had agreed to meet with him, Blaine had thought about how he was going to do this. Tell her things without telling her things. In the end, he decided to go with a modified version of the speech he gave Puck before he told him about Fight Club “Santana, I have some things I would like to talk with you about. However, if I do, you won’t be able to tell anyone, including Brittany. You would have to keep secrets from your girlfriend. I know that’s a lot to ask before I give you any actual information, but it has to be this way. Please understand that you can say no and there will absolutely be no hard feelings.”

If she thought she had been intrigued before, she couldn’t explain what she was feeling now “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Completely.”

“Of course, Blaine. I’ll keep your secret, but what about Sam or Seb…?”

“Santana, neither Sam or Bas can know, no one can. Well, there is one other person who I’m going to bring in.”

“Who?”

“Puck.”

Other than Kurt or Finn, that was probably the last name she expected. Although, Puck did spend part of Thanksgiving with the Andersons

“Ok, what’s all this about?”

“Kurt is blackmailing me. He has information about me, Bas and our friends at Dalton. But, what Bas doesn’t know is that Kurt also has information about him and his family. The kind of information that people don’t come back from. It’s that bad.”

“That son-of-a…”

Blaine held up his hand to stop her before she started ranting about Kurt. They didn’t have that much time before they had to leave. “Yes, Kurt is a son-of-a-bitch, and I promise at some point you can go all Lima Heights on his ass, but I need your help first. Dave Karofsky told Kurt something that he had sworn to not talk about. He knew there would be consequences if he did and he is going to pay, trust me. Kurt took that information to someone else who was able to find the information Kurt is blackmailing me with. I convinced (cough) Dave to give me the guy’s name.”

“How the hell did you do that?” She laughed at the look on his face “You have obviously been taking smirking lessons from your boyfriend.”

“You have no idea.”

How the hell did you get my number Anderson?

Oh, please. Like it was a challenge? Don’t you remember? I’m dangerous and a liar. Not at all who I pretend to be. At least that’s what you told Kurt. Remember?

Where did you hear that?

From Kurt, of course. He told me that’s how you described the quote real Blaine when you told him about what you knew.

He wouldn’t…

Oh, but he did. Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You knew the rules about telling anyone and that there were consequences for breaking them. Since everyone else is away on break, I decided to take care of your consequences myself.

What are you going to do? Come beat me up?

No, when I fight I like a challenge. Anyway, I’m going to be magnanimous and give you a choice. Consequence A will be painful, but quick. Consequence B will be personal as in I will personally destroy you and whatever you love the most, and I promise that it will not be quick. Pick one.

You’re not serious.

Try me asshole.

What do you want for A?

A name.

Blaine turned off the recording before any sensitive information was revealed “You still with me?”

“So, you did the same thing to Dave that Kurt is doing to you?” Santana tried to sound offended, but she was actually kind of impressed.

“No, I gave Dave a choice and he chose wisely. Kurt is not giving me a choice. There’s a difference.”

She couldn’t hide how she felt any longer “Damn, that’s cold Hobbit, but why the fuck does Dave think you can beat him up?”

Oops! “You caught that, huh? You get to find out if you agree to help me.”

“Are you kidding me? Sign me up! Plus, I wouldn’t want you to have to beat…”

Blaine didn’t like it that she had stopped midsentence “Stop staring at me like that. It’s creepy.”

“No, no, no. I know you…”

“Santana, stop. Now is not the time.”

“As Mercedes would say, Oh, hell to the no. I want to…” the look on Blaine’s face immediately let her know that it was in her best interest to drop it for now “Where are we going?”

“We’re meeting Puck at Sugar’s” he informed her “Now Santana, I’m going to say this one more time. You can say no to all of this. I will drive you home and you can surprise your parents. If you want to stay you are going to have to trust me.”

She did. For some inexplicable reason she trusted him, but had no idea why he trusted her. “Fine, but on the way there you are explaining to me how you were able to hide the whole cousin thing from everyone.”

“Santana, I think you’re going to find that was the easiest secret I’ve had to keep.”

Puck hadn’t arrived when they got to the Motta’s, so Sugar shared the group chat the New New Directions were having about Blaine’s text to Tina. Or as she liked to call it “The Crazy”

To New New Directions Group/ From Tina: Sugar? What the hell? Blaine is your cousin?

From Sugar: Yes, Blainey is my cousin. You didn’t know?

From Kitty: I knew. We were at Blaine’s house today baking Christmas cookies

From Sam: It was a secret? ;)

From Brittany: Lord Tubbington knew

From Tina: WTF?!?! How didn’t I know?

From Unique: I don’t know girl. I thought you knew everything there was to know about that Bootylicious boy. Or maybe you were too busy just staring at his booty

From Marley: Unique has a point

From Joe: Marley has a point

From Artie: Is this why Blaine always gave me the stink eye when I talked about dating Sugar?

From Sugar: Who do you think told me to say that you and I should go horseback riding?

From Ryder: Artie, dude BUUURRRRNNNN. And I didn’t know

From Jake: What Ryder said

From Kurt: Of course, I knew. Blaine and I don’t keep secrets from each other

From Sam: Yeah Kurt, like you told him about the tape you gave back to Sebastian. Not! And get off our chat! Seblaine forever!

Puck arrived about 10 minutes later and Blaine took him and Santana to his uncle’s study. First, they discussed Puck’s view on the news of the day, to which he quickly apologized for once referring to Sugar as a “hot piece of ass”.

The three of them spent the next 20 minutes talking in circles until Blaine finally decided to just let things go. He told them everything that had anything to do with what was happening with Kurt, except what Kurt had on Sebastian. He could only hope the guys would forgive him one day.

“876,512 dollars?” Puck stuttered out “876,512 dollars?”

“Yup.”

Since Puck had gone into a stupor where he could only mutter “876,512 dollars” over and over again, the other two carried on the conversation without him “Ok, I get why Hummel would want you back…”

“Thank you” Blaine gave her a wink.

“Not my type Frodo, but why would he want the money?”

“It’s 876,512 dollars, Lopez!” Ok, Puck was back.

“Actually, I don’t think Kurt wants the money.”

“Are you fucking insane?! It’s 8…”

Puck’s rant was stopped by a knock at the door and Blaine’s uncle making himself known “Santana, Noah this is my Uncle Alphonso Robert Motta the Third. Uncle Rob, these are my friends Santana and Noah.”

“Why the full name Blaine Devon Anderson?” Robert asked.

“Practicing for Tuesday. I can’t believe no one caught on to our relationship earlier when I keep forgetting to call you Al in public.”

“Yes, you definitely need to get that right on Tuesday. So, sorry about my manners, Noah it’s nice to meet you and Santana, I believe you were in the TroubleTones with my baby girl.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for doing that. I had a lot of fun.”

“You’re welcome and it’s Robert, not sir. I didn’t mean to disturb you but Blaine I have what you asked for. Santana, Blaine said that you are staying the night so you can surprise your parents tomorrow. The guest room across from Blaine’s is ready for you and just ask him if you need anything. Blaine, the guys will be there about 10AM. Is that good?” Blaine gave him a nod and then Robert reached into his pocket and handed Blaine a gift wrapped box “Merry Christmas from me and Sug.”

After Blaine opened the box his face lit up, well like a Christmas tree “You didn’t? Oh my god, you did! My mother is going to fucking kill you!”

“At least now she’ll have a reason.”

“I only needed it for the day.”

“I know but you practically drooled when you saw it, so I had to get it. I did borrow the one for Noah, so his goes back. Now, if you all will excuse me, I’m going to say good night.”

The door had barely closed when Puck was out of his seat “What was he talking about Anderson?”

Blaine tried to tamper down his reaction. Puck was going to lose his fucking mind “Come with me. It’s better if I show you.”

Both Puck and Santana knew when they reached their destination that they were standing in front of a door that led to the garage. When Blaine opened it and turned on the lights, it was obvious what he and his uncle had been talking about.

“Are those…?” Santana began to ask.

“Are those two brand new Harley Davidsons? Why, yes. Yes, they are.” Blaine was able to answer, even though Puck almost knocked him over to get to them “Puck? Are you ok?”

“They’re so pretty” Puck whispered as he kept pulling his hands back as not to touch.

Santana just shook her head as her ex had been turned into a puddle of goo “You have a new truck Richboy, which by the way is your new name. Why did you need these?”

“Because the house isn’t that far from McKinley and Sam would recognize it. Puck and I will be hiding in plain sight. Plus, it’s fun.” When neither of his friends responded, Blaine realized the problem and had to laugh at himself “Would it help if I told you that Sam’s family is moving back to Lima and that Puck and I need to be at their new house tomorrow because my mom is having some stuff delivered?”

“So that’s what we’re doing? Since you had asked me how to find him, I thought we were going to go scare the shit out of Karofsky” Puck laughed as if it was a joke, but it was actually what he had believed “Why hasn’t Evans said anything?”

“Because he doesn’t know.” Blaine explained “His parents are telling him when we’re all in Aspen. That’s why he can’t see us, and you can’t tell him.”

“Makes sense, although I still want to know what consequences you have planned for Karofsky.”

Blaine tried not to smile too widely “Don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough.”

An hour later, Puck was gone and Blaine was showing Santana to the guest room when she asked him to come in so they could talk.

“Is this the point where you tell me you want out?” Blaine asked.

“It depends. I need you to answer a question first.”

That was not what Blaine expected “Ok, ask.”

“Why do I know you?” she asked then went over and sat on the bed, patting the area next to her until he got the hint.

“Because Puck sent Kurt to spy on the Warblers?”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about. I could understand knowing the you from the last two years, Blaine Warbler then Hummel’s accessory boyfriend.” Blaine was going to protest, but she had a point. “This you, I shouldn’t know. The you with the insanely wealthy family and connections to some of the most influential people in the country, if not world. I still can’t believe you got Kurt the job at Vogue.com.”

“I still can’t believe people think he got a job at Vogue.com from a few photos of his outfits from high school, a personal blog on Project Runway and a hippo broach.” They both laughed at that because once it was said out loud, it really was ridiculous. “Turned out that wasn’t the smartest thing I ever did. Am I going to have the same problem with you?”

“Hell no! You just didn’t get me an internship, you got me a job. Well, you got me both, but you know what I mean.”

“I do, but you realize it wasn’t out of the kindness of my heart. You’re doing something for me too.”

“I know. I’ll figure out what that Travis guy is really up to and how he found all that shit he told Kurt. But Blaine, you never answered my question. How do I know you?”

Blaine got up off the bed and headed to the door. He turned around once he was in the doorway and answered “I promise someday I’ll tell you, but it’s been a long day. I will tell you that it’s not as interesting as you may think. A lot of it comes from misunderstandings between a scared, but stubborn 14 year-old boy that had just come out to his parents and his parents who were given bad advice on how to “deal with” him. So, are you still in?”

If there was someone who could understand what Blaine was referring to, it was Santana “I’m still in.”

“Goodnight, Santana.”

“Goodnight, Richboy.”

2AM Monday Morning

Blaine was finally in bed. He reached for his phone and pulled up pictures from the Christmas Cookie Bake. His favorite was one that Sugar took of him and Sebastian kissing while covered flour. Or maybe it was the one of him smearing frosting on Sebastian’s nose. He kept flipping through the photos until he found one he didn’t remember taking. It was Sebastian, still covered in flour, but laughing. He was so happy…carefree…beautiful.

“I love you so much Bas, and I’m never going to that asshole hurt you. No matter what I have to do.”

Chapter Text

Blaine inhaled deeply as he awoke. When he stretched, his left arm hit something and a smile came to his face when he opened his eyes and saw what it was.

“Good morning, Beautiful.”

“Good morning, Sir.” Sebastian responded. He sitting on the bed next to Blaine, on his knees with his hands folded in front of him. Just the way he was expected to be “Would you like me to take care of your morning erection, Sir?”

“Of course, Beautiful, but if you saw this, why did I not wake up with your mouth on my cock?”

“You did not give me permission, Sir.”

“So good for me Beautiful. Let us make a new rule that whenever we are together and you wake before I do, you have my permission to take care of my cock with either your mouth or your ass. And because you are so good for me, I will let you decide which is most appropriate. But remember, if we are at Dalton you must use silent sex. Would you like that Beautiful?”

“Thank you, Richboy. I love you so much.”

“What did you call me?”

“Richboy” suddenly it was not Sebastian’s voice that Blaine was hearing “Damn it, Anderson. Stop wanking off and let me in before I wake everyone else up!” Now Blaine was truly awake, with the same problem as in his dream plus a new one.

What the hell was he going to do with Santana’s body once he killed her?

Blaine got out of bed to let her in, not giving a shit at what she was exposed to. “You are fucking lucky I have a rule about not hitting women” Blaine growled at her when he opened his bedroom door.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, whatever” she said as she pushed past him and turned on the television in his room “I have 15 texts telling me to watch the local morning news. Something to do with Dave Karofsky. Do you have anything you would like to tell me?” It was only then that she realized he was naked “You have about three minutes before the news starts if you want to take care of that. By the way, very impressive.”

“Fuck off” Blaine grumbled as he got some sweats out of the dresser. The problem was taking care of itself, but he would really need to make sure he got some face time alone with Sebastian later.

Santana went over to the bed and deemed it “safe” to sit on “This room looks like you actually live here.”

“I still can’t believe people thought I drove back and forth to Westerville everyday so I could go to McKinley.”

“Never thought…” Santana stopped and then started to bounce on the bed when the newscast’s opening credits came on “Shut up and get over here! It’s on!”

**Breaking News

It has been reported that star Ohio State Freshman Defensive End and former Lima resident, David Karofsky tested positive for marijuana. Despite the fact that Karofsky vehemently denies ever taking the drug, he will be suspended from the team until his B sample can go through more rigorous testing. This suspension will prevent Karofsky from traveling with the team to Los Angeles as they prepare for the Rose Bowl. Ohio State officials declined to comment at this time.

Blaine took the remote from Santana and turned off the screen “Santana, I want you to memorize this term, plausible deniability.”

“I know what that means, but Blaine…”

“Listen, I was always going to tell you and Puck, but for things like this in the future, you will need plausible deniability. Understand?” She nodded, but didn’t say anything because it didn’t sound like he was finished. She was right.

“Because of what Dave went through earlier this year, and only because of that, by the next news cycle this will be cleared up as a false positive. Also, there are people watching him to make sure he doesn’t try to hurt himself.”

“You didn’t want to do this, did you?”

“Give him consequences, absolutely. Do something this public, not really but it sent a message to others as well.” The last thing he expected was for Santana to start laughing “I’m glad you find this so funny.”

“It’s not that, it’s what I was talking about last night. The you that could get something like that done in a day, I don’t know him yet. The you that felt the need to protect Karofsky from hurting himself again? That is the same Blaine Warbler that felt the need to protect Kurt from the bullies at McKinley. I’m assuming if Dave screws up again...?”

“It becomes personal and I won’t give a shit about what happens because of it.”

“You’re a complicated man, Richboy.”

“Yeah, my therapist is probably going be a very rich woman by the time I leave for college.”

A couple of hours later, Santana was home surprising her parents while Blaine was at Sam’s house with Puck, listening as his friend came down from the high of their earlier escapade.

“We pulled up right beside Finn and he didn’t even know it was us. Damn, that was funny. By the way, thanks for the new leather jacket because he most likely would have recognized mine. Between that and the helmets, I can see what you meant by hiding in plain sight.”

Blaine let him continue to ramble as he went around putting tags on the rooms. His mother had given him an outline of the house showing which bedroom belonged to what family member. It would make it easier for the movers to put the correct items in the correct rooms. It would also help his mother’s design assistants who were supposed to come in next week to set things up. Blaine couldn’t wait to find out what his Interior Designer mother thought a few things to make their move easier were.

Once he returned to the living area, he noticed that Puck’s whole demeanor had changed “I just got a text from Finn. The New Directions got a pass and are competing at Regionals…Wait, why don’t you look surprised?”

Blaine just shook his head. He was trying to think of what to say since Puck didn’t have the same feelings about the New Directions Advisor as he did “Maybe because of what Mr. Schue said to me after the Warblers performed at Sectionals. Or maybe because after it was announced that the Warblers won, instead of being with his team he went and cornered a few of the Show Choir officials.”

The conversation ended as several delivery trucks arrived, followed by two work vans with several large men exiting each. Blaine gave Puck a nudge and then brought him over to two men that needed introductions “Puck, this is Mr. Sawyer, the delivery manager for my mother’s design firm and this is Dmitri, he’s the foreman for the guys here to help move everything in.”

“How did you know to get extra help, Blaine?” Mr. Sawyer asked.

“Because I know my mother and as much as I begged her not to go overboard, I knew she would.” And she did. However, two hours later everything was where it should be and all of the wiring had been finished for when the electronics were delivered next week. Everyone was gone except for Blaine and Puck who were spread out on the insanely comfortable living room furniture Mrs. Anderson ordered.

“I am visiting Evans every frickin’ day and will never leave this spot” Puck groaned “Your mom went ape-shit crazy with this stuff. You know, I really like her. Hell, I still can’t believe that football game we had at Thanksgiving where she took out Cooper.”

“She’s pretty awesome, but we have to get moving. Did you make those calls to have a celebration for the New Directions?”

“Didn’t have to. Today’s their Holiday Party. Kurt said he’d be there, but I don’t know why it was so important for him to be.” Blaine was about to explain when there was a knock at the door.

“That’s a lot of leather, Lopez” Blaine had to laugh when he opened the door and saw she had taken his description of biker chick maybe a little too literally.

“Hey, I look hot” Santana said as she pushed past him for the second time that day “Damn, is this where Trouty and his family are going to live?”

“Yes, but you’ll have to see it all later. Come on Puck, you need to take your bike back to my uncle so you can get to McKinley.”

“Fine” Puck pouted as he got up. He really loved that Harley. “I’ve got to ask, aren’t you playing with fire with your plan to let Kurt know how rich your family really is?”

“I’m not going to tell him, tell him. I’m just not going to hide it anymore. It will keep his greed focused on me, which I can handle. Like I said last night, I believe the demand for money comes from the guy in New York, but I don’t think that guy yet realizes the real money he’s dealing with or his demand would be much higher.”

“Hold up! There are Dalton boys with more money than you?”

“My money is on Richboy’s stud muffin” Santana said as she pointed at Blaine’s wrist “That silver bobble there is at worth at least 10 grand.”

“Yes, our families have money, but we don’t come close to Thad’s. His grandfather invented the microchip that was the prototype for the ones that are now in every cell phone on the planet. The family is worth billions, well tens of billions.”

Puck looked like he would faint, but Santana threw her hands in the air because why should she be surprised. Just another person she shouldn’t know “This is Kitty’s Thad we’re talking about. Am I right?”

“Absolutely, but the thing is he’s a notorious tightwad. I am dying to hear what he got her for Christmas.”

Puck left to get his truck and then Kurt so they could go to McKinley for the “announcement” of the New Directions being passed on to Regionals. While he did that, Blaine and Santana went to Hummel Tire and Lube so Blaine could talk to Burt. He was home for the holidays from Washington DC and for some reason was anxious to talk to Blaine.

As the two of them walked into the shop Blaine got a text with a picture that made him smile. It was Sebastian holding baby Isabella with the caption She likes me.

“That’s his sister’s kid?” Santana asked.

“Yeah, sister” Santana’s comment made Blaine see the photo in a different light. It strengthened his resolve to protect Sebastian and his family from Kurt and anyone else that could hurt them. “Come on. I want to know why Burt wanted to see me.”

Santana waited outside the office while Blaine went in and was greeted by Burt, who was taken aback by Blaine’s appearance “Did you come in on that Harley I heard?”

“Yes, it was a Christmas present from my uncle and cousin. The confused look on your face makes it pretty obvious you haven’t heard the news. Sugar Motta is my cousin which means…”

“Al Motta is your uncle” Burt said with a sense of trepidation, as he wouldn’t have guessed in a million years that Blaine was related to the alleged mobster. It probably wasn’t a good thing for him to be talking to Blaine, but he really had no other choice “So he’s...?”

“Uncle Ro..Al (Damn it! He’d have to fix that by tomorrow) was married to my Aunt Cory, my mom’s sister. She died a couple of years ago from cancer. Sugar wanted to keep our relationship secret for reasons that are her business, but she felt comfortable enough for us to share our relationship now.”

“I’m sorry Blaine.”

“I know you are.” Blaine knew that if anyone understood the impact on a child from their mother’s death, it would be Burt Hummel. “Now, why was it so urgent for you to see me?”

“I got a visit this morning from the Chair of the State Democratic Party. Evidently, he’s heard that Dalton’s former headmaster had political aspirations before he got caught up in the scandal. Then he said that there were rumors out there that I had been giving the guy tips on how to break into politics. Blaine, the only times I ever saw the guy was when I enrolled Kurt at Dalton and then when I disenrolled Kurt from Dalton. Have you heard anything?”

“No, but maybe after tomorrow I’ll know more. I’ll let you know what I can.”

“What you can?”

“Yes, what I can. Let’s just say the means by which I’d obtain any of this information won’t be exactly, shall we say, um, Kosher.”

Ten minutes later Blaine and Santana were walking out of the shop when she got a text “It’s from Puck. He and Kurt are at McKinley. Ready to crash a party?”

“Are you?”

“Yeah, I actually talked with Trouty before I flew back. We’ll be ok.”

“Good, then let’s do this!”

Meanwhile at McKinley, Mr. Schue had let the Glee Club know the good news. Most of them were celebrating, but Sam, Sugar and Kitty were off in a corner having their own discussion.

“Blaine is going to be so pissed” Sam told the girls. “The Warblers beat us fair and square.”

Kitty reached up and started tugging at her ear at the mention of the Warblers “Thad isn’t going to be much better.” She hated to admit that even though he had only left for California that morning, she missed the jerk. And it wasn’t because of the diamond stud earrings he gave her before he left.

They continued their conversation until they heard the roar of a motorcycle outside (since it had been unseasonably warm, Puck had been able to open a window without anyone noticing).

“Blainey’s here!” Sugar squealed and ran out to greet him, closely followed by everyone else. They all wondered how the sound of a motorcycle made Sugar think that Blaine was there.

Outside, Santana stared at Blaine in wonderment “I still can’t believe that you don’t have helmet hair” she said as she reached for his curls.

He swiped her hand away “Sugar found me an awesome refining syrup. I’m never going back to gel again.”

“Blainey!”

“Hey, Sugar Bear, want a ride home?”

Before Blaine could even get off the bike, Sam was by his side petting it like it was a puppy “Dude. I mean…dude. This…I mean…dude.”

“Take a breath, Sammy. The Harley was my Christmas present from my uncle and my most favorite cousin in the whole world.”

Sugar folded her arms and gave him the look “I’m your only cousin Blaine Devon, and I’m not ready to leave. We’re having our Holiday party.”

“That’s ok, we’re crashing” Santana told everyone as she headed for the choir room, pulling Blaine behind her. They were half way there when Blaine noticed that Kurt was now walking next to him.

“Is there something I can do for you Kurt?”

“We need to talk Blaine.”

Blaine nodded at the others as a sign for them to go on ahead. This had been his plan all along “Do we really? I have no idea what we could possibly talk about.”

“What was that stunt you pulled with Dave? Do you want me to tell everyone what I know?”

“You’re not going to do that because if you did you wouldn’t get what it is you’re truly after. I just wanted to remind you that two can play this game and I expect you to honor our Holiday truce.” Blaine knew Kurt wasn’t about to say anything while all of the Dalton boys were gone. He would want to see their suffering first hand.

“Why are you even acting like this? Look at where we are. We were right here last year when you gave me my bow-tie ring. You don’t even where bow-ties any more. You loved your bow-ties, Blaine. How could you let that Meerkat change you like this, Blaine? Seriously, leather jackets and motorcycles? You’re not a bad boy, so why are you trying to be one?”

Blaine could not rationalize how pissed off he was in that moment “Why am I acting like this? You’re blackmailing me with information that could hurt not only my friends but Sebastian. Do you really even know what would happen if you told people about Fight Club and the money? Do you realize that it would expose the connection between the former headmaster and your father?”

Whatever coloring Kurt had immediately drained from his face, letting Blaine know that he was on the right track. He had figured that if he was ever going to stop Kurt, the supposed connection between Burt and Dalton would be what did it. Now he just had to discover what that connection was.

“It doesn’t matter. I still have information that will destroy your precious Sebastian.” Kurt spat out. He tried to regain his composure, but Blaine wasn’t about to allow that to happen.

“And that is the only reason I am even talking to you at this moment, but now I’m done.” He actually wasn’t. It was time to drop a bombshell “Oh, and Kurt, just so you know, my mom bought three items off of that Elizabeth Taylor auction last year.” He left Kurt standing there and smiled when he said to himself “Let the games begin.”

Blaine went to the choir room and did celebrate the news that the New Directions would be going to Regionals. He was happy for his friends, just annoyed about how it happened. That wasn’t their fault.

It wasn’t that much longer before Sugar was saying her goodbyes. While she did that, Sam came over and gave Blaine a hug “I guess I’ll see you in a few days in Aspen. Damn, I love saying that.”

“Don’t forget your guitar” Blaine reminded him “I’m sure we’ll be responsible for a lot of the fireside entertainment.”

“Got it! So, are you flying to Detroit in the morning?”

“No, I have something I’m doing in the morning with my uncle and then I have appointment with my shrink tomorrow afternoon. I’m going to fly out Wednesday.”

“What are you and your uncle doing tomorrow morning?”

Oh, Sam wasn’t going to like this. “Actually, he’s helping me try to get some information on Toby and Wyatt. Hopefully, when Dalton starts back up after the first of the year, we’ll have at least somewhat of an idea of who the Fight Club leak is.”

“How’s he going to do that?”

“He’s taking me to talk to the one Dalton connection we know they have.”

Blaine wanted to give Sam a minute, but it didn’t take that long for him to figure it out “Blaine, no fucking way. You can’t be serious.”

“Totally serious. Tomorrow Uncle Robert and I are paying a visit to Hunter Clarington.”

Have you lost your fucking mind?!

Blaine, you can’t do this. Isn’t there has to be another way?

What did Sebastian have to say about this?

Blaine had been through all of this with Sam, but hours later he was hearing the same questions from Jeff, Nick and Thad.

“Guys, listen” he said to the tiny boxes on his computer screen “This is the only way. Now, I need you to tell Uncle Robert everything, and I mean everything, you remember about Hunter’s time at Dalton.”

“Does Hunter know you’re going to be there Blaine?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, but I’m actually going in as my uncle’s clerk. That way when we’re in the room there will be no one listening due to attorney/client confidentiality. I signed at least a dozen confidentiality statements so they’d let me in.”

“Why would you do that?” Thad asked “You won’t be able to tell us anything he said.”

“I did it because Hunter has a big ego and he’s more likely to brag if he thinks I can’t say anything about it. After I kicked his ass, he’s going to want a way to feel superior to me. It’s the best chance we have to get the information on Toby and Wyatt we need.” He also wanted to find out information about Burt, but they didn’t need to know that.

“I promise if Clarington admits to anything that will be useful in finding your leak, I will convince him that is in his best interest to let Blaine share it with you” Robert told them “But, you’ve got to remember, whatever we do tomorrow we don’t want to inadvertently interfere with Dalton’s case against him. It’s a very tight rope we’ll be walking, that’s why your help is so important. Now, let’s start from the beginning. When did the three of you first meet Hunter?”

An hour, and two legal pads full of notes later, Blaine was finally able to say goodnight to his friends.

“You know they were the easy ones” Robert told him.

“I know, but I still think it’s best if I talk to Sebastian by myself.”

Robert stood up and stretched “Well, I’m sure you have ways of making him talk that I don’t.”

“Oh, god! You’re my uncle, don’t say things like that. You sound like Cooper.”

“Wouldn’t want to be accused of that.” Robert started to leave so Blaine could call Sebastian, but he had one thing to say first “I’m really proud of the way you’ve handled yourself, kid. However, I’ve got to tell you, you’ll be wasting your God-given talents if you become some sort of performer.”

“You think I should be a lawyer?”

“No, a crime boss.”

Chapter Text

“So, your name is really Dr. Derek Shepard?” Blaine asked.

“Yes. I take it you’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy.”

“It’s my mom’s favorite show.” After his last appointment, Molly recommended that Blaine transfer to a therapist that was not the mother of one of his friends. She would remain the family therapist but he would begin seeing Dr. Shepard individually after the first of the year. Today was less of an appointment and more of a Let’s see if I actually like this guy meeting.

Dr. Shepard looked over the notes he had been given and then back at Blaine. He knew it would take a lot for him to gain his new patient’s trust “I’m not going to go into any of this” he said as he put the file away “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you right now? Something Dr. Nixon would not have briefed me on. That way you can see if you are comfortable with how I handle issues.”

Blaine gave his shoulders a slight shrug, an obvious tell that he was blowing the question off “There’s nothing going on with me. Just getting ready to spend time with my family.”

The therapist came from out behind his desk and sat in a chair across from Blaine “Bull shit. You know this is not going to work if you lie to me. Right?”

Ok, that response was unexpected, Blaine told himself “Fine, I had a fight with my boyfriend. Do you have a problem with the fact that I have a boyfriend?”

“I think my husband would have a problem if I did.” Dr. Shepard told him “And just so you know, Dr. Nixon did not refer you to me because I’m gay. She referred you to me for my excellent BS detector as she felt you were hiding things from her. Now, do you want to tell me about the fight?”

Blaine began to relax. So far, he liked the guy “I lied to Sebastian, my boyfriend. In truth, I hid something from my boyfriend and then lied about why when he found out. He got so mad that he turned off his computer and I didn’t have a chance to tell him about what I was doing today.”

“Turned off his computer?”

“We were on Skype. He’s in Paris right now for the holidays. I called him back but he said he needed space. So, yeah, he’s pissed.”

“And you didn’t get to tell him whatever it was you did today before you came to see me?”

“Nope, and he’s going to totally flip out when he hears what happened.”

Flashback, earlier that morning

“Blaine?”

“Blaine?”

“Damn it, kid. If you can’t pull yourself together, I’m not taking you in there” Uncle Robert told him.

“Sorry, Mr. Motta” Blaine played into his role so his uncle would know he was ok “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Let’s do this.”

Blaine walked into the Franklin County Jail a couple of steps behind Robert (well, Al for the day as Blaine was constantly reminding himself). He needed to act like a nervous high school kid, interning as a clerk for a lawyer/ “alleged” crime boss. Or in other words, be himself. They both showed their IDs at the desk and were escorted to one of the conference rooms that lawyers used to assure confidentiality with their clients. The plan was for him to wait outside while “Mr. Motta” talked with Hunter first. The words plausible deniability had been used. He now understood why Santana wasn’t a fan of the term.

It was about a half an hour later before he was asked into the room. Even though Hunter had been told that Blaine would be there, he didn’t look very happy to see him.

“So, this guy basically tormented your boyfriend for months and Sebastian just took it because he was protecting the rest of your friends from something that you’re not ready to tell me yet?” This talk had become way more complicated than Dr. Shepard had anticipated. It was only supposed to be a meet-and-greet, but evidently Blaine needed to discuss this. It had become abundantly clear, rather quickly, why Blaine had not been telling Dr. Nixon these things.

“Yes, if Bas took the blame, he could still go to college in Europe and no one would know anything about it. However, if any of the other guys had that kind of black mark on their record there would be no way they could get into an Ivy League school.”

“Did this guy give you answers to the questions you had?”

“Yes, he did.”

Flashback, continued

“Anderson” Hunter practically seethed “I can’t believe you had the fucking nerve to show up here.”

“I can’t believe you can’t believe I’m here. I keep my word. I said I was going to kick your ass and I did, didn’t I?” Blaine smirked a bit when an obviously frustrated Hunter tried to lunge at him, but his wrists were handcuffed to the table.

“Stop it, the both of you.” Blaine’s (we’re definitely not telling this guy) uncle snapped at them both. He sat down next to Blaine and handed him a pad of paper and a pen. It was both for appearance sake and to hide the audio recorder they had smuggled in. “Blaine, Hunter and I agreed to these terms. You can ask him three questions, but only three so make them count. Hunter, after we verify your information, and you better have told him everything, I will have one of my associates represent you as I am going to develop a conflict of interest.”

Blaine hadn’t known that would be part of the deal “You’re going to get him off?”

“I didn’t say that I was going to get him off. I said that I would make sure he had a competent legal defense and not an overworked Public Defender. What happens with his case after that will be between his lawyer and himself. But Hunter, if I find out you were not 100% forthcoming with ALL of the information Blaine needs, our other agreement is off the table as well.” Blaine knew better than to ask what that agreement was, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t as curious as hell about it.

“Ask away” Hunter said “But remember, only three questions.”

“And I better not get any yes or no answers” Blaine shot back at him. Damn, he hated that guy.

“Then you better watch your phrasing Golden Boy.”

Blaine knew he had to do just that because he had three different topics to cover in his three questions “Ok, but my first two questions go together. What do Kurt and Burt Hummel have to do with what you and your uncle tried to get away with at Dalton, especially how it concerns Sebastian?”

Like he was a bad guy in a movie, a sinister, almost Machiavellian grin overtook Hunter’s face. Both Blaine and Robert knew that wasn’t necessarily a good thing “The Congressman had nothing to do with anything that went down at Dalton except for providing the seed for the evil spawn.”

“Kurt?” Blaine was set aback from what Hunter said. Yes, Kurt was a blackmailing douche bag, but for Hunter Clarington to refer to him as “the evil spawn”, some serious shit must have gone down.

“Yes, Kurt. Before I tell you what his part in this was/technically is, you’re going to want to ask your third question. After you hear what I have to say about Hummel you’re not going to give a shit about anything else.”

“Your ex-boyfriend is blackmailing you with information he has on your friends and additional information on Sebastian?”

“Yes.”

“And this same guy has inadvertently included his father in what happened and that is how you hope to find a way to stop the blackmail?”

Blaine was impressed “Yes, and by the way, you are following along really well considering Sebastian was the only name I gave you.”

“Well, if you’re not just yanking my chain, this is a very interesting story.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Doc. I have yet another friend that’s helping me with this and I’m giving him the rights to the screenplay.”

Flashback, continued

For some reason neither Blaine or Robert doubted what Hunter said, so Blaine asked his final question “What do you know about Wyatt Dyson and Stan Tobison and what is their connection to Dalton besides you?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that’s technically two questions but what the hell. Wyatt and Toby used to deal pot, coke and a little smack at both Westerville and Dalton. The three of us got caught in a sting together about three years ago.”

“Used to deal?” Blaine was completely thrown off by Hunter’s revelation. He was sure he recognized the two, he just didn’t know from where. Why would he recognize a couple of drug dealers? He had never known anyone that took drugs. Or did he?

Hunter looked over at Robert and decided to choose his words very carefully “None of us had, shall we say, permission to work in that area. We were pretty sure that our getting busted was a message.” He looked over at Robert again and added “We got the message.” Robert leaned over and whispered something in Blaine’s ear. That small act pushed Hunter over the edge to ask a question he had had since he learned that Blaine would be there “Ok, I’ve got a fucking question of my own. How the hell do you know Al Motta, Anderson? You’re too squeaky-clean to be involved in, you know.”

Blaine snickered at the question. It had actually taken longer for Hunter to ask than they had anticipated “Simple…His daughter is in New Directions. I gave her voice lessons. He said if I ever needed a favor. You’re my favor. Now, there has to be more to Wyatt and Toby than the drugs.”

“They have an obsession with your precious Fight Club. I hadn’t been at Dalton a day when I got a call from them asking if I knew when the next fight would be. And when I say them, I mean the two of them. It is always Wyatt AND Toby.”

“You told them about the fight?”

“They were coming to see my King of the Mountain fight. Bet they were pretty pissed when they found the gates locked.”

“Do you know who told them about Fight Club in the first place?”

“Some guy that graduated from Dalton probably 3 or 4 years ago.”

“What’s the connection?”

“They were his heroin dealers. That’s all I know, they never gave me a name. I do know that he has a younger brother that is at Dalton now, but I don’t know who he is either.”

“So, you recognize these two guys, but you don’t know from where?” Dr. Shepard had abandoned taking notes altogether. It wasn’t like he was about to forget any of this.

“Yes, it’s like I can see their faces but everything that might give me a clue to who they are is a blur.” Blaine reached for the messenger bag he brought with him and pulled out his glasses “Speaking of blurs” he said as he put them on, but then inexplicably began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Dr. Shepard asked him.

“My glasses. They were the cause of the fight I had with Sebastian last night.”

“Wait, you hid the fact that you wear glasses from your boyfriend? I don’t see why that is such a big deal.”

“Oh, Doc. You have no idea.”

Flashback, the night before

After the dream that Santana had interrupted that morning, Blaine had been looking forward to his Skype time with Sebastian all day. When the window popped up with Sebastian’s handsome face, he could barely contain himself “Hey Beautiful, I’ve missed you. That picture you sent me of you and Baby Isabella was both super cute and super hot at the same time.” Blaine became concerned when Sebastian didn’t respond “Bas, what’s going on?”

“B, when did you start wearing glasses?”

Shit!

“Bas, I don’t wear them that often…”

Sebastian became agitated by Blaine lack of response, so he cut him off “Blaine, I asked you when did you start wearing glasses. Do not lie to me.”

Blaine was beyond pissed at himself. Of all of the fucking times he had forgotten to take off his fucking glasses. He looked back at the screen and when he saw Sebastian’s expression he knew he had to tell him “I started wearing glasses earlier this year.” Once he made the statement there was nothing left to do but wait for the fallout. He expected Sebastian to yell at him, hell he wanted Sebastian to yell at him.

What he got was so much worse.

What he got was a horrified looking Sebastian with a single tear running down his left cheek. It was heartbreaking “You said you just had to use eye drops.”

“95% of the time, the eye drops are all that I need. Sometimes my eye just gets extra tired and I have to wear the glasses.”

“Then how come I’ve never…” Sebastian’s entire expression changed as he had one of Sam’s famous epiphanies “You rub your temple. If your eye is bothering you and the drops aren’t working you rub your temple. Blaine, I’ve seen you do that dozens of times and I have never seen your glasses. You’ve been lying to me!”

I have not lied to you.”

“A lie of omission is still a lie, Blaine.” Sebastian’s single tear had been joined by many more “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”

“I was protecting…”

“Protecting?!” Blaine was surprised by the anger his boyfriend’s tone developed, so he was not about to stop his interruption “You were “protecting” me? Where the fuck have I heard that one? Oh yeah, when I was “protecting” the rest of the Warblers from the Slushie-gate fallout. And what happened there, huh? You called in the fucking mob because you knew I was doing the wrong thing. You fought a steroid junkie to get me away from him and the guys helped you do it, because you all knew I was doing the wrong thing. And then you have the audacity to say you didn’t tell me that you had to wear glasses because of what I did, because you were “protecting” me?”

“I wasn’t protecting you, I was protecting me.”

That statement seemed to calm Sebastian, at least a little bit “What are you talking about?”

“I wanted to be with you so badly.” It was time for Blaine’s tears to flow “I didn’t think that you would want to be with me when there would always be a constant reminder of what happened.”

“Blaine, you are a constant reminder of what happened, but I deal with it because the only other option is not being with you. And that is not an option.”

“I’m really sorry, Bas.” Blaine said in a voice that was barely audible.

“I know you are, but I can’t talk to you right now. Goodbye, Killer.”

“Wait...!”

Sebastian had cut the connection on his end before Blaine had gotten a chance to tell him about the trip to see Hunter.

Shit!

“He’s just needs time, Blaine. Now, what the hell is Slushie-gate?” Dr. Shepard had to admit that he was particularly interested in that detail considering his husband’s fondness of the frozen beverage. However, before Blaine had the opportunity to answer there was a knock at the door “Come in.”

“Sorry to interrupt” the doctor’s receptionist said as she entered “But, Blaine your mom has been trying to get ahold of you. There’s a car at your house to take you to the airport.”

“I always put my phone on silent…” Blaine started to explain as he pulled his phone from his bag “Holy Crap! We’ve been talking for over two hours. I really have to go.”

As Dr. Shepard watched Blaine grab his bag to leave he thought of something “Hold up, you never told me what the jail guy said about your ex.”

“Guess that will have to wait until next time, Doc. You better have your receptionist block me out an appointment that’s longer than the usual ones.”

“I can do that. And, give Sebastian some time. It doesn’t sound like he’s going anywhere.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

“But Blaine, there can’t be anymore secrets. You can’t protect him from everything, especially not what you found out earlier today.”

Later when Blaine was finally on his way to the airport he had the chance to think about what his new therapist had told him before he left. He knew what he had to do.

To Sebastian: I really am sorry Bas. You said you need time, so we can talk when we are both back in town. Merry Christmas. I love you.

Almost immediately his text alert went off.

To Blaine: Merry Christmas. I love you too. See you when I get back.

Fifteen days later, Sebastian was leaving baggage claim at the Columbus Airport. His dad had come home a couple of days earlier but had been called into a meeting at work. He told Sebastian that he would be sending a car for him, so that last thing he expected to see was Blaine holding a sign that said Smythe.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Blaine said back.

It was pretty apparent that neither one of them knew what to say. Finally, Sebastian stated “My dad said he was sending a car.”

“Yeah, about that. I kind of asked him to call you.”

“He didn’t have a meeting?”

“Nope.”

“Blaine, what’s going on?”

“There are two cars waiting outside. The first is a town car. The driver will load your luggage in and take it to your house. The second is a limo that is taking me to Lima and the Evans’ Welcome Back party. You have a decision to make. Are you going to get in the car with your luggage or the limo with me?”

“What happens if I get in the limo?” Sebastian asked knowing full well that was his choice.

“We have over a two hour ride and there’s a soundproof patrician between us and the driver. There’s a lot I have to tell you and you can yell at me all you want.”

While Sebastian was concerned about what Blaine wanted to tell him, there was something he was even more interested in. He walked closer to Blaine’s ear and asked “What if I said that talking wasn’t necessarily what I had in mind at the moment?”

Blaine couldn’t help but bring out his Bad-ass Blaine look and say in that voice “Arrangements were made in case that situation presented itself. Is there something you would like to say?”

“Yes, this time it’s your turn to be punished.”

Blaine laughed as Sebastian grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the doors. He was beyond ecstatic that things had turned out this way, but he still planned on telling Sebastian everything that happened while he was gone. Well, everything but one. He didn’t know what the fuck he was going to do with that piece of information.

Flashback, Franklin County Jail

“Ok, Hunter. What the hell did Kurt have to do with all of this?”

“A lot, Anderson. A whole fucking lot. He really didn’t want Smythe anywhere near you.”

“I know. He’s already blackmailing me to force me to break up with Sebastian, but he’s got to know that I would never be with him again.”

The fact that Hunter began to laugh was surprising. The fact that he laughed as hard as he did was jarring “Cut the crap, Clarington. What’s so fucking funny?” Robert sniped at him.

“What’s so funny is that fact that as smart as Anderson is he still hasn’t figured it out. Hummel doesn’t want you Golden Boy, he wants Sebastian.”

Chapter Text

9AM, New Year’s Eve

“Mr. A?”

“Sebastian” Blaine’s father was the one to greet him at the door which Sebastian found a little strange, especially since the man was supposed to be in Detroit “Will you follow me please?”

“Sure.”

The door closed behind him, Sebastian was lead into the dining room where Mrs. Anderson (who was supposed to be in Detroit as well) was standing at the head of the table. He looked around and noted that besides Blaine...Sam, Sugar, David and Wes were there. That didn’t surprise him, but Puck and Santana did. When he finally sat down, he looked over at Blaine and for the first time that morning got a proper look at his boyfriend. That was a mistake.

“Sebastian dear, are you alright?” Mrs. Anderson asked.

“Uh, yeah, no coffee yet, but it can wait.” That was a lie. He did have a problem and it was all Blaine’s fault.

“Thank you because the car will be here any moment to pick us up.”

“Yes, so, before we leave…” Blaine’s father began what was an obvious Dad lecture of sorts “While Mrs. A and I have agreed to allow the Warbler/New Directions Joint New Year’s Eve Party Extravaganza to be held here, that doesn’t mean we’re a couple of idiots. Remember, we lived through Cooper’s teenage years.”

Mrs. Anderson took over and said in the sweetest Mom voice ever “And even though we’ll be in Detroit, that doesn’t mean we can’t have people here to bust every single one of your asses in less than five minutes.”

Puck leaned over to Blaine “Dude, I swear if she wasn’t married to your dad and like, you know, your mom…”

Blaine shot him a look of horror and then hissed “Do not finish that sentence! Ever!”

Fortunately, the little sidebar was not picked up on by the Andersons, so they continued with their instructions, wrapped in vailed threats, but given with both love and intimidation.

When they were done, Mr. Anderson gave them all an out “Like my wife said, these are our expectations. If any of you have an issue speak now so that everyone else has time to make new plans.” They all just glanced back and forth between each other, none of them having issues with anything the Andersons said “Good, so we’re off and will be back at 3PM on the 2nd. That gives everyone fair warning as to when to have the house back to PRISTINE condition. Blaine, come give your mom a hug.”

After Blaine’s parents were gone, those gathered got up and began to discuss the party. Everyone, except for Sebastian. Blaine looked over to Sam, who was able to get the others to follow him to the kitchen. Once they were gone, Blaine sat back down “I’m sorry Bas. I shouldn’t have worn my glasses without warning you…”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

Sebastian let out a low groan as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair “I don’t have a problem with your glasses. I’m having a problem with your glasses, loose curls, more scruff than I’ve ever seen you with combo. This new look of yours has gone straight to my cock and I spent this entire time picturing you and Rachel kissing, but that’s not helping anymore.”

“Really?” Blaine asked with a surprised lilt to his voice and a smirk on his lips “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Neither did I, but speaking of coming…a little help here!”

“I’d take you to the powder room over there and blow you, but since Puck and Santana are here, it wouldn’t go unnoticed.”

“B, you have literally been the master of my orgasm denials for months. Do something!”

Blaine thought for a moment and then knew exactly what to do “Well, I have something I could try, but it’s kind of drastic.”

“Killllllller…”

“Ok, so you know when I met with Hunter? There’s one thing I still haven’t told you.”

“Blaine, now is not the time…”

“Yes, it is. Bas, Hunter told me that Kurt did all of those things to keep us apart not to keep you away from me, but to keep me away from you.”

The comment didn’t relax Sebastian as much as it temporarily tampered the urgency of the situation “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Hunter said Kurt doesn’t want me, he wants you.”

“That’s not funny, B.”

“Not trying to be.”

Sebastian looked at Blaine and could tell he was being completely serious. Instantly his problem went away. Like an ice bucket had been dumped. Like the idea of him and Hummel…

“Hey, are you ok?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, but I have definitely found my new mailman. Nothing has ever taken me off the edge so quickly, and completely.” Sebastian told him as he caught his breath “And, you’re serious about this? You weren’t just trying to make me vomit?”

Blaine had started to shake his head when yelling was heard from the kitchen. Upon their arrival, they noticed that the group had been joined by a girl who was the size of Sugar, with the mouth of Santana, but the vocabulary of a Dalton Boy. It was also clear that all of her vitriol was aimed directly at Wes.

“Nari?” Blaine barely recognized her “I haven’t seen you in forever. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, no Blaine. You are not getting my brother out of this one.”

Meanwhile, Sebastian went to seek answers to his own questions “Where are David, Puck and Santana?”

“Puck’s talking to Finn. Santana is talking with Brittany and Artie to make sure everyone knows to be on their best behavior and David is doing the same with Jeff and Nicky” Sugar told him “I’m going to go call Kitty and tell her everything Auntie Pammy and Uncle Charles said. People are way more afraid of her than Brittany or Artie.”

Once Sugar left, Sebastian was going to ask Sam about Puck calling Finn but he soon noticed that would have been pointless “Earth to Sam. Earth calling Sammy Boy. Are you in there?”

“Um.”

Sebastian began to laugh. He tried not to, but the situation was pretty damn funny “Sam! Sam, snap out of it. Wes is going to notice you’re drooling over his sister.”

That actually worked “I am not…I mean, I’m not…I mean” Sam just stopped and let out a sigh “Isn’t she pretty?”

Blaine tried to determine what was going on across the room and at the same time mediate the Montgomery Family Feud. He was failing at both. “You’re not coming Nari. Final.” Wes dictated, which definitely was not the way to handle the situation.

“Not final. Mom said you had to let me and two of my friends come to the party. Just because the party moved to Blaine’s doesn’t negate the verbal agreement that was previously negotiated.”

“Oh my god, stop with the legal arguments. It’s a fucking party!”

Blaine never saw Wes lose his cool like the way he would with Nari. It reminded him of him and Sugar. Actually, it was the exact opposite of him and Sugar “It’s ok, Wes. Let Nari and her friends come. It’s no big deal.”

“No, I’m not babysitting the three of them all night.”

“I will” Sam spoke up and then turned beet-red when he realized what he said “I mean, your sister and her friends can hang out with me and the New Directions.” Sam walked over and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Sam.”

For the first time, Nari noticed the tall blonde boy in the room and kicked herself for not doing so earlier. She took his hand, and smiled at the way his eyes lit up when she did “Narissa, but you can call me Nari.”

“I think I’ll stick with Narissa if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.”

Blaine tried to break the spell the two were under before Wes realized what was happening “So, that’s settled. Nari and no more than two friends can come to the party and hang out with the New Directions. Let’s get to work.”

It took about another hour before Wes realized that his sister was still there and had not left Sam’s side. He didn’t know what bothered him. Nari aggravated him like no other person could and he really didn’t know Sam all that well, but this was his baby sister and a boy. Blaine promised to keep an eye on things if necessary and that if for some reason Sam ever hurt Nari, he would not stand in the way of Wes’ revenge. That helped.

With calls to make, errands to run and deliveries coming in, everyone remained busy but Blaine wanted to assure that they would get rest periods due to the late night ahead. That’s why he put a halt to all preparations between 12PM and 2PM and would again between 6PM and 8PM. In reality, instituting arbitrary rest periods was a rouge plan to hide the fact that he and Sebastian wanted to be alone at 1 PM. Since they would not be able to celebrate the New Year in Ohio as they would like, the would celebrate the New Year in Paris that way. It seemed like a good compromise, plus it would test Sebastian’s ability to have silent sex before they returned to Dalton.

3PM brought the arrival of Thad, Jeff, Nick and Kitty, who brought a guy named Rodrick with her. He was the son of a friend of her father who had just transferred to McKinley. Since he planned on trying out for the New Directions, Kitty had asked if she could bring him to meet the others. Blaine hadn’t had a problem with it and having extra help was nice. It not only got things set up faster, it allowed him and Sebastian to sneak a couple of minutes with Puck.

“So, how is Finn doing visiting Rachel in New York?” Blaine asked “I was there the last time it happened and everything pretty much went to hell, but that was also the time of my disastrous break-up with Kurt.”

“Of which I am thankful every day” Sebastian said and then added a kiss.

“From what he says, it’s going pretty well” Puck told them. “What’s the word? Oh yeah, cathartic. He needed this before he starts college next month so he can move on. Finn had wanted to talk to her while she was here, but when she got that part in the Holiday Show his plans had to change.”

“Hearing that almost makes me feel a little less guilty that we, well you, suggested he go to New York in the first place. Without telling him it was to keep an eye on Kurt, of course” Blaine hated putting Puck in the middle of the situation, so he had been happy with what he reported.

“I still can’t believe that after everything that happened after Sectionals, Hummel talked Rachel into letting him stay with her for New Years as a way to repair their friendship” Yeah, that had pissed Sebastian off “But it gave us an opportunity to see if he contacted that Travis guy, which he did.”

Blaine went wide-eyed and quickly scanned the area “We cannot talk about that guy today, especially with David here.” His statement was not only a reminder to Sebastian, but himself and Puck as well. At this point, they were all pretty certain it was Travis, and not Kurt, who was after the money David didn’t know he had.

“Whatever” Puck said as he attempted to change the subject “But if Finn, and by Finn I mean Kurt, wasn’t out of town, I wouldn’t be here. So for me, it’s all good.”

“Your right, I would have never invited Kurt” Blaine told him “But for you I could have tolerated Finn.”

Puck started to laugh “You might have tried, but you would not have succeeded.”

Before Blaine could respond, Sam found them “Hey Seb, your car is blocking me and I told Narissa I would take her to her friend’s so she can get ready for the party.”

“Why don’t you take my Harley so we don’t have to play musical cars?” Blaine suggested “The bob is on my dresser and the helmets are in the cabinet marked, well helmets.”

“Seriously dude? Thanks!”

Once Sam left, Blaine turned back to Puck and Sebastian who stared at him like he had grown another head “What?”

“You’re letting Evans ride your Harley?” Puck asked in disbelief.

“You told Sam to take Wes Montgomery’s little sister out on your Harley?” Sebastian asked in disbelief.

“Oh shit!”

Blaine took off toward the garage, but he knew he was too late as he heard that distinctive roar pull out of the drive-way followed by an exceedingly angry brother shouting “Blaine Anderson, get your ass out here!”

After a half hour of “I’m sorry, Wes” and “Yes, I’m an idiot” as well as a call from Nari assuring her brother she was in one piece, order was restored. Pizzas arrived and everyone got a chance to relax and prepare for the mandated 6PM to 8PM rest period. It also gave Blaine and Sebastian a chance to pull aside the other person they needed to talk to, especially since she was leaving for New York in the morning.

“So, this den of iniquity is pretty different from your wanky room back in Lima” Santana noted as she entered Blaine’s bedroom.

“Wanky room?” Sebastian asked.

Blaine tried to wave it off, but Santana just smiled and took a drink out of her bottle of water before answering “When I stayed at Sugar’s I interrupted your boy here as he was dreaming about you and he was so out of it that he answered his door naked.”

“I was not out of it” Blaine corrected “I was busy trying to figure out where to bury your body so I didn’t give a shit.”

“Hold on” Sebastian wasn’t aware Blaine and Santana’s friendship had grown this much while he was in Paris “She saw you naked?” he asked Blaine.

“Yes, I did” Santana answered for him “And even though it didn’t do anything for me, I will say that you’re a lucky man Mr. Smythe.”

“First of all” Blaine countered “It totally did do something for you. Now, can we get to the topic? Santana, do you still have the tape you made of Kurt when he approached us at the Lima Bean on Black Friday?”

“Yes, but it’s in a box of my belongings headed to New York.”

Sebastian was confused “What’s going on B?”

“I remember commenting that I didn’t think something he said referred to me, but I don’t remember what he said.” Blaine looked at Santana “Do you?”

“No, sorry. Why is that important now?”

“Because when I talked to Hunter he told me that Kurt didn’t want me he wanted Bas.”

Unfortunately, Santana had just taken another drink of her water and proceeded to spit it on Sebastian “Damn it, Lopez!” he yelled before heading to Blaine’s en suite for a towel.

“Sorry, but tell your boyfriend not to spring shit like that on me” she called out. “Let’s just agree that between that and my seeing Blaine’s junk, we’re even for the Slushie.” After she heard some form of a disgruntled acceptance from the other room, she turned her attention back to Blaine “Do you think this Clarington guy was serious?”

“If he lied, the deal he made with my uncle was no longer valid. He wouldn’t chance that.”

“What kind of deal could your alleged mobster uncle make him?”

Blaine walked over and sat in the chair at his desk, then he almost glared at Santana in amazement. How could she of all people not have figured this out? “Santana, there’s nothing alleged about my uncle.” Santana let out a gasp before putting her hand over her mouth and falling back onto Blaine’s bed “Now you understand why it’s hard to believe Hunter would lie.”

“Then why do you doubt what he said?”

“Because at that dinner from hell Bas and I had with Kurt, Kurt called Bas a slut right to his face.”

“Don’t forget he also called my mother a slut” Sebastian snarled as he came back into the room.

That had been the opening Blaine had been waiting for. He tried to read Sebastian’s face but found no answers there. Fuck! That night when Kurt talked about Sebastian’s mother and sister, Blaine had realized the Smythe family secret. What he didn’t know was if Sebastian knew the secret as well, but Blaine would never ask. This was not the kind of secret you accidently told someone.

It was in that moment that Blaine decided to let it go for now. There was a week left on the truce he brokered with Kurt, but better than that he was about to throw the best party ever. There was no way he was screwing that up.

It was time for the Warbler/New Directions Joint New Year’s Eve Party Extravaganza to begin!

9PM, New Year's Eve

The party was more than ready to go and guests began to arrive. Warblers showed up first, which wasn’t surprising. The one that didn’t show was Doug. That disappointed Blaine as he had personally invited his roommate. He asked Doug’s friends about his no-show, but all of them said that they had no contact with him over the break. Once again Blaine decided to let something go. He knew there was no way to find out what happened until they were back at Dalton.

Not much later, all of the current New Directions arrived plus Mike, Quinn and Mercedes. Blaine had sent a bus for them but they were all staying the night. After they put away their overnight bags, Sam introduced them to Narissa and her friends. The girls instantly clicked with his friends, and like Sam promised Wes, they spent the night hanging out with the kids from McKinley.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the guests start to intermingle as well. Blaine and Sebastian had to laugh as some of the groupings were quite entertaining to watch. Puck, Mike and Beat had found the beer and were constantly laughing (loudly) but no one understood why. Unique and Trent had been in their own little world since the moment they were introduced and Tina was pretty much stalking Jeff. Evidently, she had decided that since Kitty and Sugar had Warbler boyfriends, she needed one as well.

However, the group that Blaine found the most intriguing was Wes & Quinn and David & Mercedes. While they were together in a group of four, it was obvious that they had also paired themselves into couples, one that had a connection they hadn’t realized.

“So, David’s grandmother goes to your church?” Blaine asked Mercedes “And the two of you used to play together when you were younger?”

“We lived with my grandmother for a while after my parents’ divorce” David informed him “I was about six, which made you five. Right Mercedes?”

“Yes. We recognized each other but didn’t know how.” Mercedes said “Guess we just should have asked.”

Everyone was so engrossed in their conversations that none of them noticed the karaoke/performance area that had been set-up (to be fair, Rachel wasn’t there). Blaine and Sam went over and got things started with their rendition of Heroes. It had been forgotten that most of the guest were unaware that Blaine played guitar. That meant Sebastian, Thad, Puck, Santana and Sugar spent time during the performance explaining the concept of Alpha Gay. It made sense to most guests, but Mercedes was totally pissed off.

Her relationship with Kurt had been strained when she found out that he had given the tape to Sebastian without telling Blaine. But this, this was Kurt making Blaine feel like he had to hide his talent. Then she remembered a conversation she had with Quinn, Santana and Brittany after the Trouble Tone’s loss at Sectionals. She almost didn’t to go back to the New Directions because she refused to sing background for Blaine (and Berry), and only did go back because the Trouble Tones were promised a number during every competition. Did that make her any better than Kurt? She decided she had a few more New Year’s resolutions to contemplate.

A little after 11PM, and after many outstanding performances (including Santana and Sebastian’s version of Smooth Criminal) an inebriated McKinley crowd convinced Roderick to sing for them. Since Kitty had been helping him she went and pulled up the song on the karaoke machine. She couldn’t wait for the New Directions, but in reality the Warblers, to hear him.

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

The minute the first line was out of Roderick’s mouth the Warblers gravitated toward each other.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, he’s good.”

“Like really, really good.”

Similar comments continued to be whispered and then Kitty came in and helped with harmony…

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

After that, David summed things up “You guys are so screwed.”

Once the song finished, the Warblers clapped politely but the New Directions (both Old and New) went crazy. “Well, what are you going to do Blaine, Sebastian?” Wes asked. When they gave him a Why the fuck are you asking us look he reminded them “You’re the co-captains and the New Direction’s just threw down one hell of a gauntlet.”

“Oh, yeah. What are we going to do, Bas?” Blaine had no ideas.

“I think we should sing a particular duet.”

“Are you sure? I mean, that’s our song. What about Mirrors?

Mirrors isn’t a duet” Sebastian reminded him “Unless you want to do a solo?”

“No, let’s go.”

Thad couldn’t hide his smile as he knew what they were about to sing.

“What are they doing?” Jeff asked.

“You’ll see.”

When the New Directions saw Blaine and Sebastian were going to sing they quieted down. Kitty watched with a smirk, believing that her performance with Roderick couldn’t be topped. However, when Sam and Sugar heard the first notes from Blaine’s guitar, they knew the Warblers were not going down without a fight.

You and me were always with each other
Before we knew the others was ever there
You and me we belong together
Just like a breath needs the air

“Wow”

“Yeah, wow.”

“Like really, really wow.”

Comments were whispered in a similar fashion to the way the Warblers had, but about half-way through Joe asked a question that more than a few of them had “The song is beautiful but who sings it? I’ve never heard it before.”

“Blaine and Sebastian” Sam told them. “Blaine wrote the song.”

After that, Santana summed things up “You guys are so screwed.”

Midnight came faster than anticipated and soon there were shouts of “Happy New Year!” and Blaine and Sebastian had no problem getting in several not-so-chaste kisses.

“This really is a great party, Killer” Sebastian told him as their last kiss ended.

“I know. I’m so happy to see all of my friends getting along. It’s going to be a shame when Mr. Schue finds out and puts a halt to it.”

Chapter Text

It was times like this that Blaine was thankful he had transferred back to Dalton. The first week back from break was for Seniors only. The week was officially titled University Preparation and Planning Week. The students refer to it as What the fuck are you doing with your life Week.

Dalton boys applied to colleges for early acceptance during their Junior year. Even though Blaine had been at McKinley, his parents hired a counselor to help with his applications (and didn’t even say anything like If you were still at Dalton once). It had been necessary since the counselors at McKinley couldn’t help him. He had to laugh as he remembered the look of total confusion on Miss Pillsbury’s face when he had discussed the process with her.

The one thing that did concern him was Sebastian. With everything that had happened since Blaine’s return, they had never gotten around to discussing college. When they finally realized that fact, they made the conscious decision to not talk about their plans. No matter how much they loved each other, they were not going to influence what the other did. If they wound up in the same area, that was great. If they didn’t…well, they’d cross that bridge if they had to.

Since there were not actual classes happening, Blaine had been able to schedule a 2-hour appointment with Dr. Shepard. He had been happy to hear that Blaine had come clean with Sebastian. He also gave him something to think about for next time. How was he saving himself when he was busy trying to save everyone else? Blaine had to admit that was a good question.

He left his appointment and headed toward the truck when he got a 911 text from Sam. The roads weren’t great, so instead of talking through his Bluetooth while driving, he went to the Starbucks across the street. It amazed him how much he missed the Lima Bean.

Once he had his coffee, he found a chair next to the fake fire place and made the call. “Hey Sam, what’s with the 911? Please tell me it has nothing to do with your date tomorrow night with Nari.”

“Ok, first of all you owe me like a hundred dating freak outs after what I had to put up with when you and Seb were getting together. Secondly, no, this is about Glee Club.”

“What did Schuster do now?” Blaine sighed. He knew his former advisor would cause issues with his return. He had never taken the time to get to know the new members and he hadn’t done much to gain their respect when he came back for Sectionals.

“He told us that since Finn couldn’t be there full time because he was starting college, Kurt was going to be his assistant.”

Of course, he did. Kurt was one of his three favorites. Santana, Quinn and Brittany may have called themselves the Unholy Trinity, but when it came to the New Directions it was actually Rachel, Finn and Kurt “I’d say you’re kidding, but I believe it. What did you guys say? Oh god, Sugar probably freaked.”

Blaine’s comment made Sam laugh “She did. Hell, we all did. We walked out.”

“Excuse me?”

“We walked out. Poor Roderick had been there only 20 minutes when he got to experience the New Directions crazy.”

“Ok, I’m assuming that Schuster found a way to get everyone back.”

“He did. He made me Captain.”

“Congrats, but neither Artie or Tina threw a fit about you being named Captain? They are originals.”

“Artie didn’t care. He’s too busy making his short film for his film school application and Tina’s too busy being the New Rachel.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m the New Rachel and since I left it should be Brittany.”

“Yeah, you tell Tina that.”

“You’ve got a point” Blaine conceded. Sometimes it was just easier to let Tina be Tina. She reminded him of Cooper in that way. “Now, I’ve got a question. Do you know why I got an invitation to the Schuster- Pillsbury wedding?”

“Miss Pillsbury wants everyone to get along again.” Emma had talked to Sam about the possibility of inviting Blaine (and thus Sebastian), but he couldn’t believe she went ahead and did it. She was usually the one that tried to avoid conflict.

“And so, I get to be the bad guy by not going? I’m not spending my first Valentine’s Day with Bas at the wedding of someone I don’t like, especially when Regionals are a week later.”

“Although, you and Seb could get all cute and cuddly at the reception and totally piss Kurt off.”

“That might be fun.” Blaine thought about how pissed Kurt would be and it didn’t scare him. With the information he had obtained from Hunter, he planned on having all of the shit with Kurt finished long before Valentine’s Day. Dealing with the mysterious Travis was another story.

They talked for about another half an hour and that part of the conversation did revolve around Sam’s date with Nari. He was happy for Sam, but Wes was driving him crazy. He didn’t take it well when he found out that Sam had dated Quinn, Santana, Mercedes AND Brittany.

After he hung up with Sam he saw that he had received two texts. The first was from Jeff. It was a continuation of the discussion/argument they had been having since New Year’s Eve.

From Jeff: I still don’t understand why you won’t write the Warblers a song for Regionals
From Blaine: Because I already cost the Warblers a Regionals
From Jeff: Last year when you went to McKinley?
From Blaine: The year before
From Jeff: ?
From Blaine: Candles
From Jeff: Candles did not cost us Regionals (although it was cringe worthy). ND won because they did original songs
From Jeff: Just please not another love song for Sebastian
From Blaine: Good bye, Jeff
From Jeff: This isn’t over
From Blaine: Didn’t think it was

The other text was from his Dad stating the package they had been waiting on had arrived. He had planned on heading back to Dalton, but there was no way that was happening now.

“Dad!” Blaine called out upon his arrival home.

“What? No love for me?” his mom asked as she came out from the kitchen with something in her hands.

“The camera, Mom?”

“Have you met me? Come on. He’s in the garage.”

When Blaine reached the garage, he noticed that his father was as excited as he was. He walked over and the two of them pulled back the cover, his mother taking pictures the entire time.

It was his car. The 1966 Mustang Fastback that they had finished when Blaine was in Detroit during the Holidays. It was the car that he originally thought his dad wanted to rebuild with him to make him straight. The car Blaine had asked to finish as a kind of a peace offering. The car that in the end wound up being the bonding experience his dad had wanted it to be.

“Dad, it’s perfect. I’m so glad we let the professionals paint it” Blaine said as he lightly ran his hand over the cherry-red finish.

“Me too, son.”

Blaine’s mom wasn’t even going to try to pretend she wasn’t crying. She cried at everything. Her husband and boys were used to it. “Ok, picture time!” she announced and then took at least two dozen pictures of her husband and son in various poses around the car. When she finished, Blaine took out his phone and snapped some pictures of his own that he immediately sent to his friends. It took about 30 seconds for his phone to start pinging.

“I take it your friends like the car?” Mrs. Anderson asked.

“To put it mildly. They all want rides.”

“Blaine, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to drive a 50 year-old convertible in the middle of winter. No matter how expertly we restored it.” Mr. Anderson may have told Blaine that, but he was already planning ways to sneak a drive sometime soon “Now, are you staying for dinner?”

“Uh, duh. Can we make pizza?”

“Uh, duh” his parents replied in unison, causing them all to laugh.

While they had dinner, they discussed what Blaine’s counselor told him and he read the texts he got from his friends. Their favorite was Santana’s who managed to use the moniker Richboy 8 times in a 25 word text. They were having such a good time that Blaine hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. He had to get back to Dalton, but first he needed something from his room.

His mom had told him that she put a box he received in the mail on his dresser. It was what he had hoped…the tape Santana had recorded of Kurt at the Lima Bean. As much as he wanted to listen to it, he chose to wait. He was having too good of a day to ruin it with the sound of Kurt’s voice. He put it in his bag along with the tape from his trip to see Hunter and a set of keys he had forgotten. After sharing hugs with his parents, he was out the door. As if he had timed it that way, when he pulled into the Dalton parking lot a call came through his Bluetooth. From the ring tone, he knew who it was.

“Hey Sexy.”

“Sexy?”

“Yes Bas, Sexy. Do you need me to go into detail?”

“No, I’m waiting for the Lacrosse meeting to start and Thad probably wouldn’t appreciate listening to my half of that conversation.”

“No, Thad wouldn’t” Blaine could hear Thad say from the seat next to Sebastian.

Blaine didn’t want to laugh as he wanted to get his tone right. That specific tone. As soon as that meeting was over, he had plans for his boyfriend “Fine, then just listen to me. You are staying in my room tonight. And yes, I got the keys for the handcuffs. Do you understand?”

“Yes, si…Blaine.”

“Good boy. Now pay attention to your coach and I’ll see you in an hour.” He got out of the truck and headed into the building. He had a lot of things to do before he saw Sebastian.

The last thing Blaine expected to see in his dorm room was someone standing next to his bed “Doug? What are you doing here? Under classmen don’t start until Monday.” His roommate had his head down, but when he lifted it Blaine instantly knew something was wrong “Doug what is it?” He ran into Blaine’s arms and started to sob. Not knowing what else to do, Blaine walked them over and sat on the edge of bed, all the while trying to calm the young Warbler “Shhhh, it’s ok. I promise whatever’s wrong, I’ll help you.”

“You don’t know that.”

Blaine lifted his chin and made Doug look him in the eyes “Yes, I do.”

It took a while but finally he said “I know who your leak is.”

Blaine thought his heart was going to stop, but he kept his cool as Doug began to sob again. How did he even know about the Fight Club leak? However, right now that was not the most important question “Who?”

“My older brother Earl.”

Blaine’s mind started to race a thousand miles an hour, but all he could think of was that Hunter said the guy that told Wyatt and Toby about Fight Club had a younger brother at Dalton. Who would have guessed he had been right under his nose this whole time? He reached into his nightstand drawer, pulled out some tissues and handed them over “How do you know?”

Doug let go of Blaine to wipe his eyes and blew his nose “You guys aren’t as discreet as you think you are. I heard plenty of conversations about a Fight Club leak. Then when you had me look up Wyatt and Toby and told me I couldn’t say anything, I guessed they were involved.”

“You knew Wyatt and Toby? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“They’ve been friends with Earl since second grade. My parents sent Earl to Dalton specifically to get him away from them, but it didn’t work especially since they are also his dealers. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I had to know for sure.”

“And now you’re sure?”

“Yes” Doug began to cry again, but not so hard that Blaine couldn’t understand him “The three of them told me so over break. Blaine, they told me they would kill me if I told anyone and I’m pretty sure they meant it.”

“What about your parents?”

“They won’t listen. Earl’s the golden-child even though he’s a fucking screw-up.”

Instead of lifting his chin, Blaine put both hands on Doug’s cheeks “Look at me. Doug, look at me.” When he finally did, Blaine said in a way that guaranteed his sincerity “I will NEVER let anything happen to you. Do you understand?”

“So, I don’t get any consequences for not telling you what I knew sooner?”

“Oh my god, of course not. You were so brave in telling me. I’m sorry if you ever thought that would be an issue.” That seemed to help calm the situation down “Now, I have a favor to ask. Do you have a picture of your brother?”

“Yes, my mom gave me a family picture for Christmas for me to put in my, our, room. You know, to give off the impression that we’re some big, happy family.” Doug went over, pulled the framed photo out of his bag and handed it to Blaine. After only looking at it for an instant, Blaine threw it across the room and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

“Blaine, Blaine, what’s wrong? Please open the door!” The sound of vomiting had Doug realize that wouldn’t happen, so he ran out into the hall yelling for help. Since there were very few students there, he was half-way to the Warbler Commons before he ran into anyone. Fortunately, it was Sebastian and Thad.

“What the hell?” Sebastian asked. All Doug had to say was “Blaine” and the three of them were running back to the dorms. Along the way Jeff, Nick, Trent and Beat saw the sight and joined them, but when they reached their destination Blaine was gone.

“He was here” Doug yelled as he verified Blaine was no longer in their bathroom. His agitation heightened the anxiety of the others.

“What happened?” Jeff asked.

“You and Trent stay here and find out” Sebastian told him “We didn’t pass B so there’s only one place he could be. The rest of you come with me.”

Sebastian and the others ran down to the Out Building. If Blaine was as upset as Doug said, he would be hitting the heavy bag. When they reached their destination, Sebastian threw back the door and all of them gasped at what they saw.

“Somebody call a fucking ambulance!”

Chapter Text

The only thing that was keeping Sebastian from losing it was one line from You + Me… Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart. Blaine had fallen apart, so he needed to be there for him. When Blaine woke up the only thing he should have to focus on was getting better. Sebastian just wished he knew when that would be. With so many thoughts running through his head, he was unaware that someone had joined him “Seb?”

“Hey, Sam.” Neither one of them said anything as they embraced until Sebastian noticed they were not alone “Thank you for everything Mr. Evans.”

“No, thank you for calling me first. Sam didn’t need to hear this over the phone.” Dwight Evans walked over and put a hand on each boy’s shoulder to show his support “Now, where is everyone?”

“The Andersons were able to get this room and one closer to the ICU for privacy. They’re down there with Sugar and her father. The guys are back at Dalton except Nick who is with Sugar. My parents were here but they are both running errands for the Andersons.” There was much more going on but Sabastian didn’t want to get into that with Sam’s dad “Mr. Evans, would you go down to the other room? Blaine’s mom and uncle are playing nice because Sugar is down there, but…”

Dwight gave him a nod as he immediately knew where Sebastian was going with his request. When they were all in Aspen, the tension between the two had been palpable. Plus, he was pretty sure the boys wanted a moment to themselves “Alright, I can do that if you’ll point me in the right direction.”

“One of the guys outside of the door will take you down there.”

Once his dad was gone, Sam took a step back “What the fuck is going on Seb and why the hell is the police outside of the door?”

“Those aren’t cops. They’re Al Motta’s guys.”

“Why did you call Robert…” Sam stopped his question when he had one of his epiphanies. “Holy Fuck! What the hell happened Sebastian?”

“Honestly, we don’t know what happened to Blaine” Sebastian told him as he motioned toward the chairs. After they were seated he continued “All we know is B’s roommate told him that his brother is the Fight Club leak. Doug figured it out when Blaine asked him for help identifying Wyatt and Toby. Long story short, Doug confronted them, they told him if he told anyone they would kill him, he told B anyway, showed B a picture of his brother, B freaked out.”

“And no one has any idea why Blaine freaked out when he saw the picture?”

“Nope, we’ll have to wait until Killer wakes up.”

Sam dropped his head into his hands as a sign that he needed a moment. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How had this become his life? All he and Blaine had wanted to do was bring the Nationals trophy back to McKinley.

After a deep breath, he raised his head and asked “Did they really threaten to kill Doug?”

“Yes. We don’t know if they were serious, but Doug believes they were. Right now, my dad is using some of the connections he made as State’s Attorney to get an order of protection for him. In the meantime, Doug, as well as all members of the Fight Club Rules Council and everyone here has a protection detail of the mob variety. Also, there are people out looking for Wyatt, Toby and the brother.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but that makes sense.” Now it was time for the hard stuff “Ok, will you finally tell me why Blaine is in ICU? All you told my dad was that he was hurt.”

“Let’s go to the other room and Mr. A…”

“No, you tell me” Sebastian turned his head away, so Sam decided to go with a different tactic “Fine, then explain to me why you’re wearing hospital scrubs.”

There was no way to explain without telling him everything “Because my clothes had B’s blood on them.”

When Sebastian finished telling Sam what happened, he walked over and grabbed a box of tissues “Before we go down to the other room, you need to pull it together. The Andersons cannot handle seeing you like this.”

“Guys?”

“Cooper.” Sebastian got up and gave Blaine’s brother a hug, but when Cooper saw how upset Sam was he sat down beside him.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, it’s just a lot. Plus, it’s” Sam looked over to the clock on the wall “a little after 2 AM.”

Sebastian reached over and put his hand on Sam’s knee “Go down to the other room, get an update and then try to get a nap in. Killer isn’t waking up anytime soon.”

Since he was unable to stifle a rather large yawn, Sam agreed but asked “What about you?”

“I’ll be down as soon as I talk with Cooper for a minute. Promise.” The moment Sam was gone Sebastian turned back to Cooper “Is it done?”

“Absolutely.”

Westerville Park, 1 Hour Earlier

“What’s going on?” Earl asked his friends, Wyatt and Toby “And why are we meeting here at one o’clock in the morning? It’s fucking freezing out here.”

“Your little bitch of a brother talked” Toby informed him.

“I know. Sebastian Smythe’s father showed up at my house and served my parents with an order of protection.”

“Did you handle it?”

“What do you think?” Earl answered with a bit of a snicker “My parents believe everything I tell him. Now answer my question. Why are we here?”

“He set up the meeting” Wyatt said as four men walked out from the shadows, one that Earl recognized.

“You’re that guy from the commercials.”

Before he said anything, Cooper studied who he was meeting. He had been told that Blaine had recognized them, but didn’t know from where. He didn’t recognize them at all, so he went with the original plan “Why yes, I am, and while it’s always nice to meet a fan that has nothing to do with why I’m here.” Cooper motioned for the other men to move in closer “You see, your friends here are correct. Your brother talked to the Fight Club Rules Council. You told your friends here about Fight Club and they ran their mouths to any one that would listen. You all broke the rule.”

Earl looked over to his friends, who just shook their heads, hoping he would get the hint to keep quiet. However, that didn’t happen “What are you, our consequence? What are you going to do to us, make us watch your stupid commercial on a loop until we go insane?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Wyatt hissed.

“You should listen to your friend” Cooper told him “See, I was going to try to do this the nice way, now not so much. Here's how this is going to go. These gentlemen behind you are your shadows for the time being. And when I say shadow, I mean if you take a shit they will know. So, I suggest you learn to keep your fucking mouths shut. Additionally, if you attempt to go after your brother or anyone associated with Dalton’s Fight Club, my friends here have permission to stop you by any means necessary.”

Earl was about to respond when Wyatt grabbed him by the arm “You need to stop. He’s not kidding.”

“How do you know?”

“Because our shadows? They’re Al Motta’s men.”

“They’re not going to be an issue, Sebastian.” Cooper was glad that Sebastian had trusted to tell him what was happening and then let him handle the problem. Sebastian had been right. None of this needed to get back to his parents, especially not now. “What’s happening at Dalton?”

“Thad called and said that things were under control, at least for now. This was WTF Week for Seniors and there’s no classes tomorrow so the school is pretty empty. Those that are there know something happened to B, but they don’t know what. Fortunately, they’re Dalton Boys and know to keep their mouths shut, especially this close to graduation. Then tomorrow Thad and Beat are going to subtly bring up Karofsky and imply that what happened to him was a consequence. No one needs to know that it actually was. Sometimes the rumor is more effective. I also talked to Santana, who won’t say anything, and the only people from Lima that know are Sam, Sugar and Puck who is keeping an eye on Hummel.”

“I still can’t believe what Squirt pulled off with Karofsky. That took some serious balls.”

“You know, Blaine is going to be really pissed that I told you all of this.” It was the first time since everything unfolded that he questioned confiding in Cooper.

“While Blaine maybe closer to Uncle Robert than I am, that doesn’t mean I don’t know the truth about him. I’m just glad he agreed that he should keep out of it for now and to let me take care of what had to be done. You know, it goes without saying that my parents can’t know about my involvement.”

“No shit.” Sebastian laughed for the first time in hours and then looked over at the door “Mom?”

Juliette Smythe walked over and took her son in her arms, giving him a sense of security that only a mother could “How are you doing, my Darling Boy?”

“I’ve been better. Oh mom, this is Cooper Anderson, Blaine’s brother. Cooper, my mom, Juliette Smythe.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Smythe. I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Likewise. Now, you two need to go to Blaine’s room. Cooper, the neurologist that you brought from LA has finished with his examination and your parents would like to talk to you as well as Sebastian and Sam.”

“What about Sugar?” Sebastian asked knowing how upset she had been earlier and how much Blaine cared for her.

“Sugar’s father took her to the Andersons to get some sleep. Nick went with them since Dalton was already locked down for the night. You’re going to stay with them…”

“I’m not leaving until he’s awake, Mom.”

Mrs. Smythe knew that she wouldn’t win any type of verbal sparring with her son, so she let it go “I’m not going to argue with you, so just talk to the Andersons and see what they say. I left a change of clothes for you with Mr. Evans.”

“Thanks Mom”

She hugged her son tightly one last time “You boys need to get down there. Sebastian, your dad and I will be here around noon to check on you. Try to get some sleep. Blaine’s going to need you when he wakes up. I love you, my Darling Boy.”

“I love you too, Mom.

Sebastian and Cooper were surprised to see Sam and Mr. Anderson standing in front of the door when they arrived at Blaine’s room “Dad what’s going on?” Cooper asked. “And where’s Mom?”

“Your mother is already in with Blaine, but I thought I should prepare the three of you before we go in.”

“Prepare us how, Dad?”

“Blaine’s arms are on boards so that his hands can be immobilized. Then the boards have been elevated to lessen the swelling.” He gave them a moment, then asked “So, are you boys ready?” When they nodded, Mr. Anderson led them in and all three realized instantly why Blaine’s father had taken the time to prepare them. The sight was jarring. The set-up that elevated his arms had Blaine literally tied to the bed.

“What’s wrong with him?” Cooper’s voice quivered as he spoke. He had not anticipated the memories that would come back to him.

Mrs. Anderson started to speak, but couldn’t. Her husband continued for her “The good news is Dr. Sterling assured us that there are no broken bones.”

“Jeff’s dad is a doctor?” Sam didn’t know why he was stunned by that, especially since Jeff had said he planned on going into medicine.

“Yes, an orthopedic surgeon. Like I said no broken bones, but we won’t know the extent of any nerve damage until the swelling goes down. It should take about 48 hours. And he won’t be waking up anytime soon. The doctors are going to take him off of the tranquilizers slowly. We can’t have him getting upset like before and causing possible further damage.”

Cooper started to shake his head in disbelief “No, no, no, no, no! Are you saying that he may never be able to play his music again?...I need some air.”

Mr. Anderson went after him, while Mrs. Anderson tried to think of something to say. She could tell the other boys had been shaken by Cooper’s outburst “Blaine’s going to need both of you to get through this.”

“We love him” Sam said “Well, in different ways. You know what I mean.” Both Sebastian and Mrs. Anderson giggled at Sam’s comment but then the conversation became serious again “Mrs. A, was Cooper right about Blaine not being able to play his music anymore?”

“I know we keep saying this Sweetie, but we won’t know until the swelling goes down?”

“What about Julliard?” The moment the words came out of his mouth, Sam knew he had screwed up “I’m sorry Seb. He told me you guys weren’t going to talk about college until after this week.”

“Julliard?” Sebastian didn’t know what to think “I assumed Blaine wanted to go to NYADA or Tisch. Maybe Michigan or USC. Why didn’t I think of Julliard?” Right away, Sebastian knew the answer to his own question “Fucking Hummel and his fucking Alpha Gay bullshit! B had to hide his talent for a fucking year to not upset that asshole!” He caught his breath and then recognized what he had done “I’m so sorry, Mrs. A. I know you don’t like the f-word.”

“In this case, it was completely understandable. I can tell how frustrated you are, but Sebastian, you can’t go off like that in here. This room has to be a calm space for Blaine.” Mrs. Anderson started to say something more, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Sam, we need to get home.”

“Oh Dwight, there’s no way you should be driving back to Lima” Mrs. Anderson got up and headed toward the door “You’ll go back to our house and get some sleep. Sam, you know where things are, correct? Good, I’ll get you my keys and the code.” Sebastian stood up to leave with them, but was stopped “Sebastian, why don’t you take a few minutes alone with Blaine.”

“Thank you, Mrs. A.”

Sebastian sat back down and didn’t move until he finally figured out how he could get into bed with Blaine without touching his arms. After a few moves that would make a contortionist proud, he was finally cuddled into Blaine’s side. “I know when we first started to cuddle, you told me I would always have to be the big spoon due to my height. But, as you can see, it doesn’t always have to be that way. You just like it when I hold you in my arms.” He really wished he wouldn’t have said that last part because his mind flashed back to the last time he had held Blaine in his arms.

Flashback

Sebastian and the others ran down to the Out Building. If Blaine was as upset as Doug said, he would be hitting the heavy bag. When they reached their destination, Sebastian threw back the door and all of them gasped at what they saw.

Blaine was beating the hell out of the heavy bag, oblivious to what was happening around him and he wasn’t wearing his gloves. His fists were to the point where they looked like raw hamburger, and there was blood everywhere.

“Somebody call a fucking ambulance!” Sebastian screamed as he ran over to Blaine. Nick pulled out his phone, but Thad and Beat went to help Sebastian as it was obvious it would take more than one of them to bring Blaine down. Once they were able to get him situated on the ground to where Sebastian was holding him while Blaine sat between his legs, they had enough control for Thad to run to a back room for towels and the first-aid kit.

“Hey, B…B, it’s ok.” Sebastian whispered into his ear, even though his boyfriend continued to thrash around in his arms “I’ve got you B. It’s ok. I’ve got you.” The repetition of phrasing began to calm Blaine until Thad came running back to them. The sudden movement startled him and he tried to break free.

“It’s ok B, it was just Thad. He’s going to wrap towels around your hands to help stop the blood. Is that ok?” Sebastian said it softly but loud enough for all to hear. They realized that to keep Blaine calm, they would have to do the same.

“Sebastian” Nick came over once his call ended “An ambulance is on the way and I called the guards. I told them no lights or sirens, but we all know nothing at Dalton stays secret for long.”

“We’ll deal with that later. Go tell Jeff to call his dad and Duval, nobody makes any calls to Lima. Especially you.”

A groan from Blaine caused Sebastian to come back from the memory, for which he was thankful. He waited to see if there was a second groan, but nothing. It was like Blaine had told him to stop thinking about it. “That’s just showing off. You’re unconscious and you’re taking care of me. How am I supposed to live up to that, huh?”

Of course, there was no answer, so Sebastian scooted down until his head was on Blaine’s chest “Remember the first time we cuddled together and I told you that I was in? When I really didn’t want you to hear me, but you were fake sleeping? I know you’re not faking, but this time I want you to hear me so I’m going to talk to your heart. Is that ok?”

“I don’t know what made you do what you did, but that doesn’t matter. Whatever it was, let us help you. And I’m not just talking about me, your parents and Cooper. You have Sugar and her dad, Sam, the guys, Puck and don’t even get me started on Santana. Did you know that she has this psychic Mexican-third eye? She actually called me and when I tried to tell her that you were fine she threatened to pull out every single one of my short hairs with a pair of tweezers unless I told her the truth.”

“So, I’m sorry B, but this is not one of those times when you can save yourself by yourself. It’s your own fault, you know. If you weren’t so damn warm and generous and loving and so fucking amazing, you wouldn’t have all of these people that love you so much. Just remember you love me the most. Ok, maybe your parents. Possibly Cooper and Sugar. But definitely more than everyone else, although I’m not going to argue with your uncle.”

Sleep was beginning to take over, but he wasn’t ready to leave yet. Blaine loved it when he sang the songs that he had written for him, and as easy as it would have been for him to sing You + Me, Sebastian thought Mirrors fit better.

'Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm looking right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Coming back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

“I’m right here. Come back to me, B. Please Baby, come back.” For the first time, he let himself cry. He cried so hard that he didn’t hear the door open and then softly close.

Blaine’s father led his wife over to the chairs across from their son’s room “Pammy, he’ll be ok.”

“You don’t know that.”

“We brought in the best neurologist…”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Charlie, we don’t know what set Blaine off. What drove him to punch something until his hands bled. What I’m afraid of is…What if we can’t help his mind? And I’m pretty sure from what we heard, Sebastian has the same fears.” Totally exhausted, she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes for a short rest.

“Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.”

Mrs. Anderson stood up so quickly that she nearly knocked her husband off his chair. She was shaking with anger, but managed to steady herself enough to slap Kurt across the face.

“You stay the hell away from my son!”

Chapter Text

Friday, 5PM

“Puck should be here soon” Jeff told the room as he came in carrying a box full of sandwiches.

“Wait, does that mean after 13 fucking hours Hummel finally got the clue to leave?” David asked in disbelief “That no one was letting him near Blaine, or for that matter Sebastian? Why now?”

“Two words…Rachel Berry.”

“Damn, they called in the big guns. Although I’m surprised his dad didn’t come get him.”

“Burt is in DC. There was a vote he had to be there for” Sam explained. “And I can’t believe they called in Rachel either.”

“You didn’t know?”

“No, I turned off my phone when the New Directions kept calling.”

Wes pulled out his phone and handed it to Sam “Well, that explains these texts from my sister checking on you.”

“Oh shit!” Sam began to panic, not knowing what to do “We’re supposed to have our first date tonight.” He let out a huff and then slunk back into his chair “This time I actually screwed up the relationship before it even began. That took real talent…Why are you all laughing at me?”

“Sam, my sister knows you are here with Blaine and will have to reschedule. At some point just please call her so she won’t come down here.”

“Plus, the two of you were holding hands the entire party on New Year’s Eve” Beat reminded him “Aren’t you two like already in a relationship.”

Sam smiled at the memory “That’s the thing. We held hands during the party but didn’t realize we were doing it until Tina pointed it out. I guess it was natural for us.”

“B and I don’t hold hands” Sebastian said as he entered the room and took a seat “I mean we have no issues with PDAs but we don’t hold hands and I don’t know why. His hands are so talented…” Sebastian stopped and laughed as his comment was met with eye rolls, groans and a chorus of TMI. “I was talking about his music, Dumb Asses. Although…”

Even though the doctors were encouraged with Blaine’s progress, Sebastian hadn’t thought about what would happen to their sex life if Blaine’s hands didn’t fully recover. Then he smiled one of his “Old Sebastian” smirks when he remembered that both he and Blaine were creative in that department, so they would be fine. There was only one problem. No one knew what Blaine’s mental state would be when he woke up.

It didn’t go unnoticed by the others how Sebastian went from smirk to stoic in an instant. Jeff decided it was his mission to lighten the mood in the room. Not only would it help Sebastian but the rest of them as well. The waiting had become excruciating. “Well, you want to know why you and Blaine don’t hold hands, Sebastian?” Jeff teased “It’s because your hands are always on the small of his back. You are constantly sliding them down to grab his ass every time you think none of us are looking.”

All of the other guys nodded in agreement. “Jeff has a point” Sam said as he tried not to laugh at the expression of shock on Sebastian’s face. It was pretty evident that he had thought no one noticed when he did that.

“Jeff has a point about what?” Puck asked as he had finally made it to the room.

“He basically said that Seb and Blaine don’t hold hands because Seb always has his hands on Blaine’s ass.”

“Hell yeah, he does!” Puck further expressed his approval by giving a confused Sebastian a high-five before taking a seat next to Beat.

Beat shook his head but couldn’t help but laugh “A sex high-five? Really, Puck?”

“Hey, I don’t care if it’s dude/girl, girl/girl or dude/dude. If one of my friends is getting sex on a regular basis, it’s worth celebrating.”

That was it. The entire room broke out in uncontrollable laughter, to the point where a nurse came in and told them to keep it down. Yeah, that only made it worse so she left in search of an adult to deal with the situation. Unfortunately for her, the adult she found was Cooper.

Those at the hospital were trying to remain optimistic but the tension in Kurt’s Navigator was undeniable. Since Kurt had not slept in over 24 hours, Finn insisted on driving home and then left his truck for Puck. Kurt was too tired to argue, but then regretted the decision when he realized that meant they had room to take Rachel with them. He expected a two hour diatribe from his former roommate and supposed best friend, but got exactly the opposite.

“Just go to sleep, Kurt” she told him as she claimed the upfront passenger seat for herself “You’re too tired and I’m too angry to talk about this now. I still can’t believe that after everything we talked about when you were in New York, you went to the hospital. Oh, by the way, Santana is ready to go all Lima Heights on your ass.”

“Rachel…”

“Go to sleep, Kurt.”

She turned her attention to Finn, ignoring Kurt’s two other attempts to get her attention. It pissed him off, but then he decided it was for the best. He really was that tired as well as being beyond frustrated that his plan had gone so wrong.

When he had overheard Puck talking on the phone with Santana, Kurt heard the opening he had been waiting for. He had screwed up at the dinner he had with Blaine and Sebastian, he admitted it. He had said things he hadn’t meant to. Hell, he called Sebastian a slut to his face, and then called his mother one as well. How was he supposed to come back from that?

Blaine being in the hospital was perfect. He would show Sebastian how he was really a kind and loving person, even if he had to fake concern for his lying, cheating ex. If nothing else he could make nice with the Andersons, now that he knew how rich they really were, just in case he wound up with Blaine. But instead that bitch had slapped him and then had Cooper drag him away without letting him see Blaine or Sebastian. He had heard Sebastian crying and just wanted to make sure he was ok. Hopefully his vigil demonstrated how much he truly cared.

Kurt knew he hadn’t been asleep long when he heard Finn telling him to wake up. Once he got his eyes open, he looked around and saw that things were not as they should be “Why are we here and where is Rachel?”

“Over by the building” Kurt quickly noticed that Finn had skipped over the part asking why they were there “Let’s get this over with.” Once they were inside the apartment building, it didn’t take long for someone to answer Rachel’s knock “Rachel? Boys? What are you doing here?” Emma Pillsbury asked.

“Sorry to bother you, Miss Pillsbury. May we speak with Mr. Schue?” Rachel requested while Finn and Kurt stood in back of her, feeling like they had been taken down to the principal’s office.

“Yes. Please, everyone come in. And since you have all graduated, call me Emma.”

Twenty minutes later, Rachel and Emma were sitting across from Will and Kurt, staring daggers at them while waiting for Finn to come back. Kurt knew to keep his mouth shut, but Will felt the need to try and explain.

“Em…” Emma gave him the hand and with that he thought it best to join Kurt in silence. It wasn’t much longer until Finn came back and sat next to Will, appearing more flustered than usual.

“Did you get ahold of Puck?” Rachel asked.

“Yes. They put him in this room and I was able to have a conference call with him, Sam and Sugar. Oh, and Kitty came in at the end. Good luck with that one Mr. Schue. Although you should probably be more afraid of Sugar since she’s Blaine’s cousin and her dad could have you whacked or something like that.”

“Great” Will mumbled. That was all he needed.

“Did anyone say you could speak William?” Emma spoke to him in a tone that none of them had heard before. It was actually a little frightening. Will was about to apologize, but then realized he would have to speak to do so, so he stopped. It was a good decision. “Finn, what did Noah have to say?” Her Miss Pillsbury voice was back, but the guys determined that they shouldn’t test their luck.

“Um, ok, so now he knows that Kurt found out Blaine is in the hospital because he eavesdropped on his conversation with Santana…Yeah, I don’t think I have ever heard him that pissed before. However, he said he’ll let Santana handle it.” He turned to his brother to assure Kurt got the seriousness of the situation “If she was pissed because you wouldn’t leave the hospital, think of what she’s going to do when she learns how you found out Blaine was there.”

“I’m not afraid of her!” Kurt snapped. He didn’t care that the others in the room were looking at him like he had lost his mind.

“Well, you should be” said Rachel “I don’t know what’s happened between them in the last couple of months, but Santana and Blaine are like best friends now. I’m talking Blaine and Sam or Finn and Puck best friends.”

“What about Brittany?” Finn was confused about how all of this had happened without him knowing about it.

“Brittany’s her girlfriend, it’s different.” Finn seemed to understand, so she moved on “Now, why is Noah letting Santana handle Kurt?”

“Um, he and Sam are actually more pissed at Will for telling the New Directions about Blaine when he was told not to. Not like I’m being a tattle-tale or anything, but I only told Will to explain why Kurt and I wouldn’t be there to help with Glee today. Then I told him that Cooper said the Andersons didn’t want the New Directions to know until they had more information. I think Cooper said that as a threat to me and Kurt, so he’s probably going to pissed when he finds out too.”

Emma looked directly at Will and very calmly asked “You told the New Directions about Blaine when Finn told you specifically that the Andersons didn’t want them to know?”

“They’re his friends as much as the Warblers are. They had the right to know.”

Rachel, Finn and Kurt shot glances at each other, all of them silently begging for someone to figure out how to get the hell out of there. However, Emma took care of that when she told them she would talk to them later because right then she needed to talk to her fiancée.

Alone.

Meanwhile at the hospital, the group had been moved to a larger room as Sugar, Kitty, Nick and Thad joined them. They had also been joined by Cooper as the designated adult that hospital administration insisted they have. Most of the staff were upset with the blatant bending of the rules for the over-privileged brats, but they didn’t care. None of them were leaving until they knew Blaine was awake, even though most of them would not be able to see him.

Puck and Sam informed the group how Kurt and Mr. Schue found out Blaine was in the hospital. When Cooper stood up to leave he was quickly reminded that he was the quote/unquote adult, which caused them all to laugh and lighten the situation. Before the conversation could pick back up, they were joined by yet another visitor that Sebastian walked over to and greeted with a hug.

“Hey, Trent.” Most of the others in the room were surprised, hell shocked, by this. Only a select few knew about the bond Sebastian and Trent had forged the night Sebastian found out Blaine was Wolverine.

“Hey, Seb. Hey, everyone. How is everything going?”

“We’re still waiting” Sebastian told him as he went back to his seat.

“Ok, about that. I thought they weren’t going to wake him up until tomorrow?”

“The swelling in his hands went down much faster than they thought it would” Sugar announced with both pride and relief “That was the only reason they were keeping him asleep. To protect his hands.”

“That’s great. Um, Seb, Cooper, can I talk to you guys for a minute out here?” The others in the room thought the request was strange, but knew if it was important they would be told.

“What did you want to talk to us about?” Sebastian asked when they were finally alone.

“Doug’s here.”

Cooper instantly started looking around “Where? He’s got his guards, right?”

“Yes, he has his guards and Doug is with your parents. My mom asked if they would be willing to talk to him. He’s really blaming himself for what happened to Blaine.”

“He had nothing to do with whatever happened. It was his fucking brother.”

“I know that Cooper, and you and Seb know that, but he doesn’t. He told me that I could tell you two that his life at home has been crap for a long time, primarily because of his brother. Years of being told that everything wrong in your family is your fault can really screw up a person.”

Sebastian reached over and put his arm around Trent “You, my friend, are going to be an awesome therapist, like your mom.”

“Thanks, Seb. So, do you think it would be ok for Doug to come down to this waiting room? He knows the Warblers would be ok with it, but he’s afraid of what Blaine’s other friends might think.”

“No, everyone with the exception of Kitty knows what happened with Doug, mostly because we had to explain all of the guards. The only problem I see is Sugar hugging him so tight that Duval gets jealous.”

“Oh, so we didn’t need to bring the bribes?”

“Bribes?” Cooper asked, but Sebastian knew exactly what Trent meant.

“Do not fuck with me Nixon. Tell me your mom baked cookies.”

“Mom baked cookies and I have two coolers of milk as well. They’re all with Doug.” Trent had barely gotten the words out before Sebastian was pulling him down the hall.

Cooper was aware he was supposed to be keeping an eye on the kids, but he needed a moment so he got one of the men to cover him. Wes had told him about Jeff’s whole Keep the mood as light as possible plan and it seemed to be working for the time being. He had even told his parents and uncle about it when they were contemplating whether or not to tell at least Sebastian, Sam and Sugar that the first attempt to wake Blaine had failed. They decided to go instead with the tried and true It’s just taking longer than they thought excuse.

After he had cleared his head, Cooper called over his uncle’s Head of Security “Where did he go, Dmitri?”

“Hummel, his brother and the Berry girl went back to Lima. They stopped at the apartment building where their choir teacher lives…”

“Schuster?”

“Yeah, Schuster. They stayed there for about an hour, then they went to a coffee shop called The Lima Bean and then Hummel’s place. Vincent says Hummel and Berry are still there but Hudson and his mother are at a place called Breadstix. Ralphie is following them and he thinks he heard something about going to a movie.”

“Thanks, Dmitri. Keep me posted.” Cooper had been thrown by the stunt Kurt pulled. Sebastian had told him about the blackmail, but the guy sat downstairs for 13 hours. How did those two things go together? It didn’t make sense. With the Westerville punks under control, he knew his focus had to switch to Lima. That was until they found out why Blaine did what he did. 

Down in Lima, Vincent was in his car watching the silhouettes of a taller boy and shorter girl in the front window of the Hummel’s home. It was obvious they were arguing due to the constant overdramatic arm flailing.

“Do you care how it made me look when I let you stay with me over New Year’s holiday? How everyone from Glee Club chastised me for giving you another chance after what we found out after Sectionals?”

“It wasn’t that bad, Rachel.”

“Kurt, Mercedes called me and asked me if I had lost my fucking mind. Mercedes! I don’t even want to know what she’s going to say about the crap you pulled today.”

“Well, I had to do something!”

“We talked about this. Blaine and Sebastian are together now, so you sitting in a hospital waiting room for 13 hours isn’t some big romantic gesture. It’s creepy, especially considering Blaine was unconscious the whole time. I know you still love him…”

“Oh for the love of god, I’m not in love with Blaine. I’m in love with Sebastian!”

Outside, Vincent got out of the car and tried not to be noticed as he walked over to the Hummel’s. He wanted to get a closer look. From what he had seen, he couldn’t figure out if the tall boy had killed the small girl or if she had just fainted. A few moments later, tall boy was helping her to the couch…so, fainted. It was probably nothing, but he decided to call Dmitri anyway.

When Dmitri told Cooper about Vincent’s call, Cooper wasn’t overly worried, not yet anyway. He went back in and laughed to himself at the sight of his brother’s friends strung out around the room, in the most uncomfortable looking positions, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep before Blaine woke up. He hadn’t had the heart to tell them about the now three failed attempts to wake him, but he also knew if this latest one didn’t work he would have to. Damn, he wished they weren’t out of cookies.

He was about to text his parents for an update when he heard the fast paced clicking of high heels coming down the hall. When he turned he saw Santana in the doorway with a huge smile on her face.

“Rise and shine, bitches. Our boy is awake!”

Saturday Morning, 8AM

“Good Morning Sleepy Head.”

“What are you doing here, Doc?” Blaine asked as his therapist was not one of the people he had anticipated seeing when he awoke that morning “Where’s everyone?”

“I’m not anyone? I’m hurt.” Even though Dr. Shepard had only been seeing Blaine a few weeks, they had established a good rapport. He needed that be in the forefront because the two of them had issues to address that he was sure Blaine would rather avoid. Unfortunately, that was why now was the best time to do this “And your family and friends should be back around 10. They all finally went home last night to get some real sleep. I asked them not to come back too early because I thought we should talk first.”

“I know what I did was stupid” Blaine told him as he motioned toward his hands, which were bandaged but now only elevated by pillows.

“Yes, it was, but I am less concerned with what you did and more concerned with why you did it.”

“It doesn’t matter, Doc.”

He was obviously deflecting, but Dr. Shepard had anticipated this action “It matters very much, Blaine. You are extremely lucky that you didn’t destroy your hands. You think that depression you are currently fighting is bad? Think what would have happened if you were never able to play music again. But in that moment, you weren’t thinking, were you? You were feeling.” Even though Blaine refused to answer him, the doctor forged ahead “You were feeling emotions that you didn’t know how to handle. Blaine, what happened that you felt the need to punch that bag until your fists were raw?”

“Why don’t you tell me, Doc? It sounds like you think you know why.”

“Because you are the one that has to say it. Until you do, it’s not real. You can deny it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” Blaine shut his eyes and closed into himself. Dr. Shepard knew he was losing him. He had no choice but to go all in, even if he hadn’t planned on going there this soon “Who’s Tommy?”

Blaine opened his eyes, but they had hardened and were full of distain “Don’t you ever say his name again!”

That’s more like it, the therapist told himself. It was the first time Blaine had been honest with him that morning “Fine, then why did you throw the picture of your roommate’s brother across the room?”

“No.”

“Blaine…”

“I said no!”

“Blaine, how do you know your roommate’s brother?”

Though he didn’t mean to, Blaine blurted out “He and his two drug dealing buddies were the ones that hurt Tommy!”

“And?”

Blaine took a breath that seemed to calm him a bit. It was like he had suddenly become resigned to the fact that this was really happening. “And me. They were the ones that beat the shit out of us after the Sadie Hawkins dance.”