Author's Note: I'm terribly sorry for such a long gap in update. This is the most difficult chapter to write because a lot of very bad things happened to several people here. We're now 2 chapters away from finish, and I do intend on finishing this fic. The next chapter will mark the beginning of the climax, with this chapter being the catalyst. Once again, thank you for staying with this fic, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is actually my favorite so far. Also, I have a Tumblr where I post updates to my Seblaine fics that are WIP, Seblaine fan arts, as well as Seblaine drabbles. I'd be honored if you can follow me at "rykerstrom . tumblr . com". Thanks.

Chapter 14

"I miss the part, when we were moving forward now.
But maybe someday, I'll be something more than love.
Just know I'll never tell,
And when you're on your way down,
And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again.
We speak in different voices,
When fighting with the ones we've loved.
We speak in different voices,
Why can't we say what we're thinking of?"

- Voices (Saosin)

"Your dad did this to you?" Blaine hissed in pain as Sebastian cleaned the cuts on his palm. "Sorry, should've warned you."

"It's okay." Blaine rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his other hand, they felt swollen and raw after the crying he had done earlier. He watched Sebastian silently as hewrapped his hand in bandages. "Yeah, he got drunk."

"He got drunk and attacked you?" said Sebastian, narrowing his eyes.

"No, it's not like that," Blaine bit his lip, feeling frustrated. "I tried to pry the liquor away from him and he got mad."

"Right, so like I said, he attacked you." Sebastian was gripping the bottle of rubbing alcohol so tightly that his knuckles were white.

"Sebastian—"

"He did, Blaine. I don't care what the reason was, your own dad attacked you and hurt you." Sebastian reached over and gripped Blaine's chin gently as he turned Blaine's face to the side.

"My face is fine, Sebastian."

"Anywhere else?" Blaine could feel Sebastian's eyes on him, it simply would not do to lie.

"My back, near my shoulder. I-I hit something when I fell," Blaine admitted.

"Turn around, let me take a look." Sebastian lifted up the hem of Blaine's shirt and pulled it over his head. He ran his fingers lightly over one spot. "Is it here?"

"Yeah." Blaine flinched. "Is it bruised?"

"There's going to be one there later." Sebastian's hand felt warm on Blaine's skin. Comforting. "Let me get you an icepack."

"Wait!" Blaine turned around to grasp Sebastian's hand before the latter got up. "Can I—can I say something first?"

"Okay." Sebastian nodded and sat back down onto the sofa.

"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you." Blaine looked down at their joined hands. He had not realized how much he missed those touches until now. "I felt guilty about mom and I think—I think being with you reminded me of it."

"What do you mean?" Sebastian's expression was a mixed of hurt and confusion.

"No, I don't mean you!" Blaine shook his head, feeling a bit frustrated with himself for not being able to explain properly. "I was with you when mom—when mom got worse. I know it isn't right but for a while I kept associating us to that."

"For a while?" Blaine looked up and met Sebastian's eyes. "Does that mean you don't anymore?"

"I realized something today." Blaine answered softly. "I shouldn't push away the one person who cares about me, whom I—well, also care for, like, a lot."

Blaine waited anxiously while Sebastian considered him, his lips slightly parted.

"You weren't in the wrong, Blaine. You were grieving, it's what people do." Sebastian spoke up finally. "But I'm glad we're finally talking."

"So am I."

Blaine gave Sebastian's hand a small squeeze. He watched quietly when Sebastian raised up their joined hands and placed several light kisses on Blaine's knuckles. Blaine's eyes fluttered close at the sensation.

"Is this okay?" Blaine could detect a slight tremor in Sebastian's voice. He opened his eyes and found Sebastian's face inches from his own.

"Yeah." Blaine replied and closed the distance between them.

One kiss turned into many, and soon they were up from the sofa and stumbling their way up the stairs, almost tripping over the last step as they found their way into Sebastian's bedroom and tumbled onto the bed.

Blaine surged forward and pressed Sebastiandown onto the mattress, stripping them of their clothing and kissed every inch of the body that he could reach. It was almost like the first time again, when the sense of urgency and desperation seemed to overshadow everything else. Blaine was not sure what was it that he needed, but he did know that he could find what he needed at that moment in Sebastian.

Blaine gripped Sebastian's wrists tightly as he sank down onto Sebastian, studying his expression as Blaine maintained eye contact. He continued to hold Sebastian'swrists down on either side of his head as he started a rhythm and moved himself up and down in a slow rocking motion. Control was what Blaine needed at the moment, because it had been so long since he had control over anything; and if Sebastian was willing to let him to do as he pleased, then Blaine would gladly accept it.

After all these times, this was the first time that Blaine really had a good close look at Sebastian during this intimate moment. Sebastian's breathing was labored, his cheeks slightly flushed and his hair damp with sweat as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Blaine leaned forward to capture Sebastian's lips in a heated kiss of tongues and clacking teeth and let go of his wrists. He felt a hand cupping the back of his neck as Sebastian deepened the kiss, while Blaine maintained the speed of his motion.

When the orgasm hit him, Blaine had a sudden thought that perhaps, just perhaps, he might be a little in love with Sebastian.

"Can I ask you something?"

Blaine turned to him with a smile. "Sure, I guess."

"When we were at the funeral—" Sebastian propped himself up on one arm and gazed down at Blaine. "There was a storm approaching and then it just suddenly disappeared. Right after that, your nose started bleeding. Did you—was that you?"

Of all the questions Blaine expected Sebastian to ask, this was not one of them.

"I don't know, maybe?" Blaine found himself staring at a spot behind Sebastian, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Blaine, you can't do stuff like that." Sebastian shifted so that he was in Blaine's line of vision again.

"It was my mother's funeral; I can damn well do as I please!" Anger flared up inside Blaine. How dared Sebastian tell him what to do?

"That's not what I meant." Sebastian shook his head. "It's dangerous. You got a nosebleed."

"So?" Blaine spat out as he struggled to sit up and pull on his clothes. "What is it to you?"

"Dammit, Blaine. Stop that!" Sebastian reached out and gripped Blaine by the wrist, stopping him in mid-motion. "I don't want you to get hurt!"

"Why?"

"Because I—Look, if there's a way I can change everything, I would." Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I'm sorry what I said came out the wrong way. It's just—just please promise me you won't over-exert yourself, all right?"

"I still don't understand why you'd care." Blaine mumbled. "I never understand why you went out of your way to help me."

Sebastian was quiet for a few seconds, causing Blaine's heart to speed up in worry. Had he gone too far?

"Because I'm selfish." Sebastian's voice was soft, but Blaine could hear the underlying emotions beneath it. "And I want you to be around for a very long time. With me."

Guilt flooded into him, replacing the barely spent anger. He had lashed out at the wrong person, the one person who definitely did not deserve it.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." Blaine sat back down onto the bed.

"You can yell at me all you want if it makes you feel better." A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Blaine's waist as Sebastian rested his chin on Blaine's shoulder.

"Who are you and what have you done with the sarcastic and raunchy Sebastian that I know?" Blaine turned, with a raised brow.

"Sebastian Smythe is more complex than you think." There was a smile on Sebastian's face. "I'm full of surprises, don't you know?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Blaine returned his smile.

Things might be okay after all.

School had been a daze ever since Blaine's mother passed away. Sometimes, he felt as though he was just going through with the motion, going from class to class and then going home when it was all over. He didn't hate it, nor did he like it; but school did help him take his mind off most things.

The final school bell had just rang when it happened.

"Hey, Anderson!" Someone whistled at him. There were murmurs and laughs in the hallway as another person called Blaine's name.

What's going on here? Blaine finally looked up and saw one of the jocks holding up his cell phone.

"Who would've thought preppy boy here likes it up the ass?" There was a roar or laughter followed by more insults being thrown.

The implication made Blaine recoiled in horror. There were a million questions racing through his mind. There was no way these people would know he was gay, surely these jocks were just trolling him. Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine could see several Glee members looking at him with worries and concern.

Blaine's pocket vibrated and he pulled out the cell quickly. There was a media message from a number he didn't recognize. He clicked on download and when it was completed, Blaine realized it was a video clip. Against his better judgment, he pressed "play" and immediately recognized the setting as Sebastian's living room. As the video progressed, Blaine realized it was the recording he did during the last piano lesson at Sebastian's house.

Oh my God, no. Blaine could feel his face drain of color as he watched the video play out. He couldn't hear the sounds because of the commotion in the hallway, but Blaine was sure there was sound in the video because he recorded it.

He recorded the whole thing.

I didn't stop the tape. Oh, my God, I didn't stop the tape. While the video didn't show everything, it showed enough for the viewer to know what was going on. Bile raised in his throat and his legs felt weak, he took a stumbling step backward.

I'm in a very bad dream. Wake up, Blaine. Wake up! But Blaine knew this was real. Digging into his backpack, he quickly pulled out his camcorder to check where he had the memory card and found it empty.

"You got a bright future in gay porn, Anderson!" There was another series of laughter.

The jeers continued as Blaine turned and began to run through the crowd, stumbling as someone shoved him hard in the chest. Blaine managed to regain his balance at the last minute and prevented himself from crashing head first into the door. He pushed the doors open as hard as he could and ran, not stopping until he was at the front door of his house.

"Blaine! Is that you?" His father called out. "Get in here this minute!"

His father sounded sober, but there was blatant anger and distress in his voice. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Blaine walked into the living room and saw his father sitting at the sofa with what appeared to be a DVD and a note in his hand.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" His father slammed the DVD onto the coffee table.

"Is- is what?" Maybe the DVD was something else, Blaine desperately hope that it wasn't what he thought it was.

"Is this what you've been doing with the Smythe boy?" His father was trembling in anger. "Are you whoring yourself out to him? Is this how you have the money to pay the household bills?"

"No! Dad, I'd never—"

"Then how do you explain this?" His father roared. "We didn't raise you to be a whore. Is this how you repay us? This is child pornography, Blaine! We taught you better than this!"

"Dad, please let me explain." Blaine was pleading by this point. He had to clear this up. "I was giving him piano lessons and—"

"This is piano lessons?" For a moment, his father looked as though he was going to stand up. "You let him fuck you and paid you for it!"

"That is not true!" Blaine could hear his own voice rising in anger. "We were dating, Dad! And we—"

"Is that what you kids call it these days?" His father let out a bitter laugh. "Well I got news for you, Blaine. This is called prostitution. You're nothing but a dirty slut! I fucking swear, if I had known that you're going to turn out this way, I would've raised Cooper instead!"

"Coo—Cooper?" It was the name on the adoption paper, the brother that Blaine never met.

"Your older brother, whom we gave up for adoption because we were too young!" His father's face twisted in rage. "Had I known—had I known this will happen, I would've rather raised your brother and never had you!"

It felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him. This was his own father saying those words to him, wishing that he was never born. Those words hurt more than all the insults and shoves in the locker, they hurt more than the cuts and bruises he had suffered from falling off his bike. If words could break bones, these words would've shattered every bone in Blaine's body.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" His father yelled.

"I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you." In spite of the calmness in those words, Blaine could feel his heart breaking.

Blaine's vision blurred before him and he blinked away the tears that threatened to overflow. No, he was done crying. If his father hated him that much, then he would make himself scarce. Without further words, he pushed open the backdoor and stepped into the backyard and took off into the sky.

It was cold at such altitude, but that was the last thing Blaine cared about. He needed to be alone, because it was quite apparent that this was going to be the way it was for him.

Things never turned out well, no matter what he did.

He knew he had to get away from people, because the rage that had threatened to bubble over had to be released elsewhere, where no one would get hurt. The sky was the only place where Blaine could truly be alone.

It was sad, really.

Blaine could feel another burst of energy running through him as he sent the clouds swirling around him. There was lightning and rain everywhere, perhaps even a bit of hail, he wasn't sure. What Blaine was certain about was that he knew he caused all this. He knew that he possess the power to control more things that anyone could imagine.

It was ironic that he could control a lot of things except for what really mattered to him.

"Blaine!" Sebastian's voice seemed out of place here, but there he was before him.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine did not want to see anyone right now, even if this was Sebastian. "How did you find me?"

Sebastian, the very same person that his own father accused him of whoring himself out to.

"I have a really bad headache and then my nose started bleeding." The concern and worries were evident in Sebastian's voice. "I just knew something's wrong. I knew it was you and I-I don't know, I just somehow find you here."

"Get out of here, Sebastian," said Blaine blandly.

"No! Not until you come with me." Sebastian was adamant. "It's dangerous up here. This—this lightning storm, you don't want to get struck by it."

"Leave me alone, Sebastian!" Blaine hadn't meant to yell, but seeing Sebastian right now really hurt. "I don't need your help!"

"I heard about what happened at school. Ignore them!" Sebastian tried to come closer and teeter a little as he struggled to maintain his levitation. "Come on, Blaine! They're not worth it."

"How would you know about bullying?" Blaine shot back. "You never had to go through what I've been through. You will never understand! Do you think you can just waltz in and save me like a knight in shining armour? It will never work that way, Sebastian. Things will never be right! Everyone always leaves at the end!"

"I won't!" Sebastian tried to get closer and Blaine backed away further. "We can talk about this back at my house."

"What, so that you can fuck me again?" Sebastian flinched as though he had been hit. "You know what my own dad said about me? He said I whored myself out to you. Is that what I am to you?"

"You know that's not true." Sebastian pressed his lips in a thin line. "This is your anger talking, you don't mean it and you know I care about you more than anything in this world."

"Just go away, Sebastian!"

"No, I won't! I'm not going to let you stay up here and get hurt." Sebastian extended his hand. "Please Blaine, please trust me."

"I said leave me alone!"

There was a flash of lightning and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Blaine thought he saw Sebastian putting up his arms in a defensive gesture but he couldn't be sure. Because the next thing he saw, Sebastian was falling.

(TBC)