I AM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LATE THIS IS.

Last week was an incredibly busy week for me as I was helping out with a show and as fun as it was, it was incredibly tiring. Then this week I've mainly just been ill and had a lack of motivation to get finished. So for that I apologise, enough of the excuses.

This chapter is possibly the longest one yet and is an interesting chapter that I hope gets you thinking. My evil ways may possibly be about to confuse you even more but I think that's a good thing.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this belated chapter! Much love, ohsounicorn.

Blaine Anderson

It had been an interesting week for Blaine and a visit to the family home for another of their typically awkward dinners hadn't particularly helped with the confusion he was feeling towards his situation. It wasn't like he had anyone to talk to about it. His brother, as always, was too interested in himself to care, his dad couldn't make it more clear that he wasn't accepting of his 'choice' of sexuality and his mother didn't speak a word of it, preferring to ignore anything real and pretend they were still the happy family they once were. He couldn't blame her really, even he would prefer to live in some dream world than deal with reality but it was frustrating to have no one that would listen.

Blaine parked up outside Dalton in one of the spots reserved for students and sighed heavily as he got out of his car. He locked it quickly before making his day over to the front doors, still lost in the thoughts of his family tensions when someone sitting outside the school caught his attention. They were slightly hidden, which meant spotting them was slightly surprising for Blaine, especially in his thoughtful state. Curiously, he wondered over, stopping when he was stood in front of them.

"Sebastian?" He questioned, noticing the bottles of beer lined up beside him; most empty. This didn't look good, at all. "What are you doing sitting out here?"

Lifting his head slowly, Sebastian let out a chuckle, blinking at Blaine as if it was the most stupid questions he could have asked. "What does it look like, curls? I am drinking alcohol and avoiding being caught because that would not be a good idea. You want one?" The boy lifted a beer, clearly drunk as he swayed slightly and slurred his way through his words.

"Uh.. No thanks." Blaine frowned, unsure how to handle Sebastian like this. He decided the best thing to do was treat him like his brother the few times that he'd stumbled through the door completely wasted without some blonde on his arm. "Hey, how about you stop drinking and I take you inside?" He suggested.

Sebastian screwed up his face in an obvious refusal, taking the beer in his hands and putting it to his lips, gulping it back as he looked at him. "Do you know what day it is?" He asked out of the blue.

"Wednesday, why?" Blaine answered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Fuck!" The brunette dropped the bottle, putting both hands on the ground and trying to get up before admitting defeat to the alcohol and raising a hand so that Blaine could help him up, which of course, being the kind person he is, he did. "I have somewhere I need to go and you're gonna take me." He informed him.

Blaine couldn't protest, there was no way he was letting Sebastian wonder off on his own, especially if it involved getting into a car. He put an arm around him to keep him upright once he had managed to get him off the floor. "As long as it's not a bar or something. You shouldn't be this drunk at all, let alone on a school night."

The boy next to him rolled his eyes, "I can do whatever the hell I want, Anderson and you can't stop me!" He slurred, jabbing at Blaine's chest though he quite gladly continued to lean into him as he was pulled into the car park.

"Where are we going, Sebastian?" He asked, ignoring his statement. He knew from past experience that there was absolutely no point in arguing with someone who was drunk, one - because they were usually stubborn as hell and two - because they most likely wouldn't remember it the next day. He also just needed the details before he took Sebastian anywhere, knowing that he would refuse any places that included alcohol.

"You, my friend…"

'Friend'? That Blaine could argue. He either got abuse from Sebastian or confusing methods of seduction.

"Are taking me to Westerville Nursing Home." Sebastian told him.

Now this was an odd request. A drunk Sebastian was asking to be taken to the old persons home that was around a fifteen minute drive from Dalton. "You want to visit the old while you're this drunk?" He questioned, smiling a little as he stopped right beside his car.

Sebastian lifted a finger, pointing it at him and Blaine was shocked when it wasn't jabbed against his chest. "We are going to visit my grandma. Like I do every Wednesday."

"Again, you're visiting her drunk?" He asked again, rewording it to fit to the situation. He took the 'every Wednesday' part into account, finding it rather sweet that despite his wasted state Sebastian felt the need to visit her like he supposedly always did.

"Yes because I can't miss it! She'd be upset."

That's when Sebastian gave Blaine the most heart shatteringly pleading look, green eyes glistening into his. He couldn't possibly say no, though he was sure he'd regret it. Hey, then again, maybe Sebastian would pull through and be able to act relatively sober in front of his grandmother or at least sober up enough before they got there.

Around ten minutes ago Blaine had been sure he'd had enough with family ties for the day but now here he was, helping Sebastian of all people clamber into his car so he could go to a nursing home. He thought about taking the number of people who told him he was too nice into account and becoming a little less sympathetic and helpful. His kindness towards people was even getting a little too much for him to handle

The car journey was an interesting one to say the least. Once Blaine had sat down in it for around the tenth time that day he had immediately felt Sebastian's eyes on him, trying to ignore it as he started up the car and pulled out of Dalton's car park. After five minutes of being watched he had to glance at him, giving him a small smile.

"What?" He finally wondered out loud.

Sebastian chuckled, probably sensing his slight discomfort, "You're a pretty cool guy, Blaine." He informed him and Blaine hoped he didn't notice the blush on his cheeks.

"Well, thanks." He answered, appreciating the use of his name rather than the 'Curls' nickname, as well as being ever so slightly embarrassed that the boy was slurring compliments at him. Though even he had to admit the only reason he was hearing such nice things was because the other was drunk and probably had very little idea of what he was saying. His brother always seemed to have a new found love for him when he was drunk.

Blaine managed to look at him once more, the heat in his cheeks only rising when he saw the wide smile on Sebastian's face. "Seriously, you are. You're also pretty hot and I don't just mean your cheeks." The brunette chuckled, obviously pleased with himself.

"Shut up!" He whined, pouting as he tried to hide his own smile. Of course that was funny, he was blushing like crazy but there was no way he was about to prove him right by laughing. Then there was the small fact that he was trying to concentrate on driving. "You're distracting me, I don't want to crash so shush."

Oddly, that seemed to keep Sebastian quiet for the rest of the drive to the care home though his eyes stayed on him, the smile on his face hard to miss despite the fact he wasn't even looking back. It was strange to say but he felt at ease with it, like it wasn't incredibly unusual to have a boy you hadn't known for very long, drunk in your car and staring at you for god knows how long. It was a good distraction from what he'd been thinking of other. That and the fact he seemed to be getting allowed into a world that not many people saw of the boy, even if it was only because he'd found him first.

The car pulled up outside Westerville Nursing Home just over fifteen minutes later, Blaine shutting the engine off and turning to Sebastian. Of course, their eyes met straight away and he could feel that same flush in his cheeks as he had after the compliment, "Do you want me to wait out here for you?" He asked, thinking that was the best option. Sebastian's grandmother probably wasn't bothered about meeting his 'friends' and Blaine was hardly that. He wasn't sure what he was.

"No. Come meet her. She'll love you." Sebastian grinned, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door, almost falling out in the process but managing to balance himself.

That was an obvious indication that even if he hadn't been invited in, he'd have to help him into the nursing home anyway. He quickly made his way around to the other side after getting himself out, putting a helpful arm around Sebastian's waist. "Are you sure you want to do this? I know for sure that my grandmother would never want to see me drunk… And it's not even legal for you to be this way." He babbled, wanting to convince him out of this.

Any hope was shattered when Sebastian shook his head, "She's seen me like this before. It's fine." He informed him. Blaine found that weird, in what world would someone have seen their grandson intoxicated at the age of seventeen. This triggered a number of questions about Sebastian's life. He knew from the stories he'd been told about the boy being thrown out of multiple schools and how Kurt, gosh he hadn't even thought about Kurt in all of this, had changed him.

The two of them stumbled into the care home, being greeted by a cheery blonde behind the counter, "You're late." She chimed with a sweet smile, her eyes flicking over them curiously as she noticed the stranger and their position.

"Better late than never!" Sebastian sang back, his voice still twisted by the alcohol in his system. "This is Blaine. He's come to visit her too."

Blaine felt himself cringe though he wasn't entirely sure why. Everyone had been pulled into that situation where someone was introducing them to strangers but this was by far the oddest experience of that he had ever had. A drunk boy and a nursing home, that would be one to tell the grandkids.

"She doesn't know I'm gay." Sebastian whispered loudly once they had strolled past the counter, the outburst of talking behind them telling him they had most likely heard every word he had said and were judging the position they were in. Blaine didn't dare look behind him, too embarrassed and the situation reminding him of all the time he'd been taunted about his sexuality in the past. He dreaded the idea of that happening again.

Then they suddenly stopped outside a door with a silver number '5' plated on which were similar in some form to the Dalton dorm rooms. Sebastian didn't hesitate before opening the door, pulling away from Blaine's grip as he did and shouting, "Grandma, I'm here!"

Blaine really did hope this woman didn't have a weak heart or some huge illness that would mean a surprise such as this could drastically harm her because even he jumped at this. Though this could be blamed on how incredibly awkward he felt following in after him and closing the door.

"Hello Sebastian…" The woman replied curiously, sitting in a comfortable looking arm chair in the corner of the room with a book in her hands. She carefully placed this down in her lap, her attention suddenly being brought to Blaine. He smiled politely, nodding his head at the petite woman who actually boasted some slight similarities to her grandson, it was the smile he noticed. "And who's this?" She asked, her tone kind and intrigued.

Sebastian turned in a way that could have been swift if he were sober but instead was clumsy and he fought to keep his balance, almost having to remind himself that Blaine was there with him, "Oh yes!" He grinned, looking back at his grandmother who, much to Blaine's surprise, did not seem at all bewildered or confused. "Grandma, this the guy I was telling you about, Blaine. Blaine, this is Grandma Smythe."

"It's very nice to meet you, Blaine." She said, giving him that similar smile though he didn't respond entirely, finding that most of his attention was drawn towards the fact Sebastian had said 'the guy I was telling you about' and the fact his cheeks were reheating.

"Now, Seb. Are you going to tell me why you're so drunk?" Mrs Smythe brought Blaine back down to earth, it hadn't crossed his mind to insist on asking Sebastian that. "I know it won't be why you used to do it."

Her grandson laughed. This was something normal. "Grandma! Aren't I allowed to drink without reason?" He went and sat himself down on the bed situated against one of the four walls, leaving Blaine standing uncomfortable on his own between the family members.

"Sebastian, you know what happened to your parents." The woman did well to stay calm despite his behaviour and Blaine couldn't help but feel he really shouldn't have been there listening to this conversation. "You wouldn't-"

"I didn't drive, Blaine took me here. I would never do that after what happened." Sebastian stopped her, his voice raising a tad, clearly he didn't get his quickness to anger from the old and gentle woman in the chair.

As Blaine caught Sebastian's eye, he stepped back. Never had he seen a look so vulnerable and scared. It became even more obvious that he wasn't meant to be hearing this, that it wasn't something Sebastian wanted him to hear so he shouldn't. He backed his way to the door, placing a hand on the door handle.

"Maybe I should…" He mumbled about to push it down when the woman lifted a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

She shook her head, "Would you be so kind as to escort my grandson out, make sure he gets straight back to school with no more alcohol and to his bed so he can rest up. Then maybe he can come visit me tomorrow for a chat."

In no place to protest, Blaine nodded and looked back to Sebastian who was glaring at the woman. He looked like he was going to burst, which couldn't be good at all. Not in the middle of a care home, not in front of your grandmother, not while drunk when you have the ability to say anything without realising it.

"Sebastian, come on." Blaine said encouragingly. "You can visit tomor-"

He was cut off.

"I am not a child anymore!" Sebastian muttered, standing up. "You lost the ability to take care of me a long time ago so you have absolutely no right to tell me what I can and can't do or bring up my parents like that. I never wanted this and I never wanted you to be on paper as my guardian. I hate you!" He pushed one last cruel taunt out as he shoved Blaine out of the way and stormed through the door.

Blaine was completely helpless, staring after him. "I-I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought him." He quickly excused the situation, though the face on the woman wasn't at all the broken or saddened one he had expected. Again, she was calm and not in the slightest bit phased by what had just happened.

"It's okay, son." She replied with a warm smile that instantly made Blaine feel less guilty, "His father used to have the same out-bursts and I've seen it all before from that one. He's said worse."

Nodding though that brought sadness into his curiosity, Sebastian sure was an interesting character and he was slowly finding out those depths that he'd always known were there but would never have the bravery to ask. However, his grandmother was a different story, "His parents, what happened?"

"He'll tell you." Mrs Smythe informed him, standing up from her chair and giving him a light pat on his shoulder, "Now go and make sure he gets into that car."

He obliged, taking a step closer to the door, "It was nice meeting you, Mrs Smythe. Maybe not in the best of situations but nice nonetheless." He nodded his head, appreciative of her kind manner, it was a nice change from his own families ways despite Sebastian's outburst.

"You too, Blaine," She smiled, "And thank you for taking care of him."

With that Blaine left, feeling as though he had been thrown into a confusing yet intriguing world that was far more complicated than his own. In a strange way it was comforting to know that someone else had it bad and he hoped that it wouldn't make things more complicated than they already were between himself and Sebastian. There was no way he was coming out of tonight without finding out more and making some attempt to help.