Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox, of course, and definitely not to me.

So a small warning before we begin. This is a slightly humorous exploration of Blaine's feelings of a Smytheberry romance. I just couldn't stop myself from wondering if he would be jealous that the guy who has been slaving him with attention suddenly turned to the only girl we know Blaine ever kissed/dated. If that idea disgusts you, you could probably skip a few sentences and pretend Blaine is just being protective. However, I would encourage you to suspend your beliefs for a few moments and feel free to laugh at the following.

And yes, I should be working on 'In My Head,' but this just hit me and I couldn't resist :)

"Wow, it's really pretty."

Blaine had never heard Dalton described as pretty, but then again Rachel Berry had never stepped foot in its hallowed halls before. He gave her a quirky smile that may have been a bit patronizing.

"Don't let the guys hear you say that," he told her.

It was weird that he was currently leading Rachel Barbara Berry through the halls of Dalton, that they were currently headed to a Warbler party. Who would've ever thought that Blaine would ever take a girl to a Warbler party? Especially when he was an ex-Warbler?

He would, of course, have been attending the party with his current boyfriend Kurt Hummel under normal circumstances. Unfortunately Kurt had family obligations and couldn't come to the party – that's why Rachel was here. Rachel was sort of a…compromise…for a lack of a better term. Basically, it all boiled down to the fact that Sebastian was going to be at the party as well, and Sebastian made Kurt uncomfortable especially when the current Warbler was around Blaine. It was a weird, twisting conversation - Blaine saying he wouldn't attend the party because it made Kurt uncomfortable but Kurt saying that Blaine should go because he really wanted to but Blaine knew that Kurt didn't want him to and Kurt hating that Sebastian was going to be able to target Blaine all night. The end result was Kurt suggesting that Blaine take Rachel.

Kurt had said because Rachel needed a night out after her recent break-up with Finn (a short off period before they were on again, Kurt was sure) but Blaine knew it was because Rachel would be able to verbally berate Sebastian if necessary in a way that Blaine would never be able to manage – especially in her current emotional state.

So, here Blaine Anderson and Rachel Berry were walking through the pretty halls of Dalton to attend a Warbler party thrown in honor of Wes and David being back home from college due to Christmas Break.

"I would be more descriptive and detailed if asked by one of the students or faculty here, of course. Simply using the word 'pretty' to describe the effect of Dalton would only further encourage the opinion that those who attend public schools are unintelligent and lacking in vocabulary. While that opinion may be true in reference to some of my classmates, that is certainly not true for me and I intend to showcase that," Rachel said at her usual fast pace.

"I don't think anyone is going to ask you about Dalton, seeing as you don't attend. And don't worry, most of the people here don't care that you go to a public school," Blaine reassured. "Some of the girlfriends of the guys go to public schools, too."

"What about boyfriends? Were you the only gay guy in the Warblers, or are they simply dating in-house?"

Blaine laughed. "I was the only gay guy in the Warblers at the time, yes, though we suspected a few of them were merely denying their attraction to each other. We're still waiting for the day they realize they're in love with each other. That would still classify as 'in-house,' though."

Rachel hmmed. "You'd think an all-male singing group would attract more than that. That's only a stereotypical assumption, though. I'm glad the Warblers are proving to defy that."

Blaine just smiled and shook his head. They turned into a hallway and could hear music playing. "Here we are," Blaine said, and opened one of the heavy wooden doors characteristic of Dalton.

The opening of the door caused an influx of noise to hit them. There was music coming from speakers hooked up to an iPod in the corner to which a few people were dancing, but most people were standing around chatting with drinks in hand. Blaine knew Warbler parties usually got pretty wild but he and Rachel were early.

"Blaine!" someone called and suddenly they were surrounded by a group of guys.

"Hey guys," Blaine said with a genuine smile. He didn't regret his decision to transfer to McKinley, but he really did miss these guys. "This is Rachel," he introduced.

"Hi!" Rachel said brightly but seemed a bit taken aback – probably due to their sudden appearance.

"Rachel Berry? I'm a huge fan," gushed Kim, a sophomore who had joined the Warblers last year. "When you sang your original song last year at Regionals…"he said as he led Rachel away from the group. Rachel had the biggest smile on her face as he continued to flatter her.

"Was that…planned?" Blaine asked, confused.

"We might have encouraged him. Mentioned who she was and that she was single, that he should be the one to make her feel comfortable…" Jeff explained.

Blaine laughed. "He might regret that decision," he said and he could already see Rachel talking at high speed to Kim, "but thank you for the effort."

"Well come on and join the party! It's as much for you as it is for Wes and David," Nick said.

Blaine happily did.

As expected, the party grew as time passed. People stopped chatting and ended up on the dance floor with the music turned up accordingly. Someone had sneaked alcohol onto the grounds and it was flowing freely. Unfortunately, Blaine had seen Rachel partaking so he refrained so that he could drive them back to Lima at the end of the night. He didn't feel too badly about not drinking, though, because he knew that she was still upset over her split with Finn despite how temporary everyone assumed it was.

Plus the lack of alcohol was helping him stay keen on evading Sebastian, who had eventually shown up. So far, Blaine had been fairly successful at avoiding the lead Warbler. Which was really for the best as Rachel didn't seem to care too much about being the guardian (not that Blaine needed one, he would never cheat) and was more interested in the music or talking to Kim – who looked like he sincerely regretted his previous attention.

This was fantastic, catching up with Wes and David, hanging out with the Warblers. Keeping one eye out for Sebastian was a small price to pay for seeing everyone again.

The music was turned down briefly so it wasn't as pounding and there was a shout, "Spin the Bottle!" before it resumed its previous volume.

Blaine laughed but made no move to leave the dance floor. Spin the Bottle was only ever played at Dalton when there were significantly large numbers of both sexes – which really wasn't all that often. This time, though, the Warblers went all-out for Wes and David (and Blaine, apparently) and invited their girlfriends and their friends who were girls. There were also non-Warblers present, whom Blaine assumed either knew Wes or David previously or just simply crashed. Other alumni could be present too, for all he knew. Since no one was wearing their uniforms it was hard to tell. But someone had judged the numbers of both genders equivalent enough for a game of Spin the Bottle, apparently.

Blaine didn't feel like joining, though. Sober, it would be hard to explain to Kurt why he participated and it honestly didn't seem all that appealing anyway. He saw Sebastian head over to where a small group was congregating– it was probably his favorite game, he thought a little nastily.

He really was less of a gentleman without the uniform.

Eventually he got curious with the cheers he heard from over where they were playing, though, and went over to watch. He joined Sam, who had the same idea of simply watching…and was gathering potential blackmail material, apparently, as he had is his phone out with the camera setting on.

"Anything good?" Blaine asked him.

"Almost. Wes spun and it almost landed on David but it didn't quite make it. Ended up being David's girlfriend next to him," Sam said.

"Darn it," Blaine said. "That would've been epic. We've been waiting for that to happen for forever."

"Tell me about it," Sam said.

They watched one of the girls spin the bottle and land on Kendra, Sam's sister. "Oh this is perfect," Sam said, getting his phone in position.

Blaine shook his head but didn't interfere. Post-party blackmail always happened. Sometimes the days after a party were crazier than the actual night due to dares, cover-ups, and revenge.

It wasn't until Kim spun the bottle and it landed on Rachel that Blaine even realized she was part of the group. He smiled watching the kiss. Kim would probably appreciate it more than he himself did after his and Rachel's own Spin-the-Bottle-kiss. Kim was actually straight and both Kim and Rachel at least appeared to be less drunk then before. Kim at least looked satisfied afterwards, anyway. Rachel merely giggled and bounced happily. She took her turn.

Blaine watched the bottle spin round and round, mildly curious who Rachel was going to land on.

Sebastian?

His eyes widened as yes, he was right, Rachel's spin had the bottle landing on Sebastian. Rachel Berry was about to make-out with Sebastian Smythe. This was bizarre. Blaine couldn't exactly explain why it was so weird, just that is simply was. His stomach jolted as he heard Rachel laugh...she laughed. Shouldn't she be…sad, or something? Angry that she had to kiss her best friend's hated enemy?

It was obvious she wasn't, though, as she got up, flounced over to where Sebastian was sitting on the other side of the circle, and sat in his lap. She wasn't straddling him, thankfully, but she was definitely sitting on him and looking…comfortable…pleased…not disappointed, not even when Sebastian's hands went around her wait to keep her there.

"You're really cute," Rachel said in a loud whisper. The group laughed. Blaine was in shock.

"I prefer the term 'hot,'" Sebastian replied. Blaine noticed he didn't seem at all displeased with this situation, either. Wasn't he gay? Shouldn't Sebastian be disappointed he was kissing Rachel, a girl? But no, Sebastian was definitely smirking and looking at Rachel like…like…ugh.

"That too," Rachel agreed, nodding. She must be drunker than Blaine previously thought.

"Shut up and kiss already," came an exasperated call from someone – Blaine didn't see who.

So they did. Rachel Berry kissed Sebastian Smythe. And they didn't stop, either. Blaine stared in sort of a horrified fascination as Rachel and Sebastian continued to make out. Shouldn't they need air soon? Blaine still had vague memories of his drunken kiss with Rachel and it wasn't that long. Yet still they continued and…was that tongue? Did that mean that Sebastian was better than he was?

He had to admit, it stung his pride a little bit.

Finally, finally, the kiss ended.

"Your face tastes fantastic," he heard Rachel say in that same loud whisper, but this time slightly deeper in tone.

Blaine struggled a bit to remember what she told him. Awesome…she had said that his face tasted 'awesome.' Was there a difference in her alcohol-induced state between awesome and fantastic? Which was better? Was he really comparing drunken Spin the Bottle kisses with Rachel between himself and Sebastian?

Sebastian smirked and whispered something in Rachel's ear – most likely a dirty sexual joke. It was definitely dirty, Blaine thought, by her gasp and the widening of her eyes. But then she giggled and proceeded to practically snuggle with Sebastian. He knew he hadn't had any alcohol tonight, he could've sworn he was hallucinating in some sort of a drunken stupor.

"Your turn," Kevin said to Sebastian.

Sebastian spun (Rachel was still on his lap) and it landed on Wes. Blaine saw they both made faces – grimaces – before Sebastian dislodged Rachel enough so that he could lean forward and give the slightest peck on Wes' lips. Once again, this struck Blaine as being utterly backwards to how the world was supposed to be for some inexplicable reason.

Sebastian put Rachel back in his lap when finished and went back to whispering things in her ear that caused her to blush. Kim looked upset at the situation and Blaine was grateful someone at least recognized that that image wasn't right.

After a few more uninteresting spins, Blaine decided he just couldn't stare at Sebastian and Rachel acting like a couple...no that was too weird a thought. He couldn't stand Rachel being hit on by Sebastian…or Sebastian hitting on Rachel…or something. He didn't like this – whatever this was. He went back to the dance floor, getting lost in the pulsing music.

Blaine took another break from dancing but this time away from the corner where the Spin the Bottle game continued. He was chatting with Jeff when Kim came up to them, clearly upset.

"I spend the whole night paying attention to her and she runs off with Sebastian? I hate high school," he said. "And you," he directed to Jeff, "for putting that idea in my head. Honestly."

"Sorry, dude. Bad luck," Jeff sympathized, not taking Kim's hatred to heart.

"Wait. Did you say Rachel left with Sebastian?" Blaine asked heatedly.

"Don't rub it in," Kim said before huffing and leaving.

"Where would Sebastian take her?" Blaine quickly asked Jeff. There were countless classrooms, hideaways, secluded places that they could go.

"I don't know - his dorm? His roommate is usually gone on the weekends so it's possible," Jeff shrugged.

"Where's his room?"

Jeff looked quizzically at him. "Hey, I know Sebastian can be…well, Sebastian, but he's not going to force anything on her."

"Where's his room?" Blaine repeated. Because even though Sebastian probably wouldn't force Rachel to do anything, she was still drunk. And thinking of anything happening between the two of them still made his stomach squirm.

After a bit of hesitation, Jeff answered his question. Blaine left him and quickly glanced around the room, checking Kim's information. He was right – both Rachel and Sebastian were missing. He immediately left the party and made his way towards the wing where Sebastian's dorm was – it wasn't far, but he made sure to thoroughly check the shadowy areas along the way.

This was not how he expected Rachel to distract Sebastian tonight.

He came to a halt outside Sebastian's dorm – and Jeff had better have told him the right one. He knocked strongly on the door three times. "Rachel?" he called. "Sebastian?"

There was no answer, but Blaine persisted and knocked again. "Rachel? Sebastian?" he called louder than before. If they weren't here, where would they have gone?

"Go away, Blaine," Rachel's voice filtered through the door.

He gave a small sigh in relief but didn't listen to her. He opened the door and was met with darkness. He froze (how far along were they?) but then flicked the lights on.

So many emotions fluttered through him at the scene. Lots of Sebastian's skin: fear. Only shirtless and Rachel still fully clothed: relief. They were on the bed: nausea. Both looked severely irritated: glee. Their hands were still entwined around each other: anger.

"Blaine!" Rachel said in obvious frustration.

"This," Blaine said, pointing between the two of them. "Isn't happening. No way."

"Don't you have a boyfriend to be attending to?" Sebastian asked.

"Shut up, Sebastian. Let go of Rachel. And put your shirt back on!" Blaine said, slightly blushing at the last part. He was not going to stare at Sebastian's chest. Not looking at the muscles. No.

"See something you like?" Sebastian said with his tone laced with suggestion.

"Sebastian," Rachel whined. She tugged at him to get his focus off of Blaine and back to her.

"Rachel, you're clearly intoxicated. We're going home. Now," Blaine ordered. When she didn't make any move to get off of (Sebastian's!) bed, he walked further into the room and tugged her away.

"Blaine, stop!" Rachel whined but she wasn't strong enough to resist being pulled away.

"I can't believe you would take advantage of her when she's obviously drunk," Blaine hissed harshly at Sebastian. While Sebastian had also been drinking tonight, he wasn't nearly as affected as Rachel was.

"She wasn't saying no," Sebastian defended. "Quite the opposite, actually." Sebastian grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled it on - thankfully. Blaine had been all too aware that Sebastian had been shirtless previously and now that it wasn't an issue felt he could concentrate better on the situation.

"Blaine, no! Please. I want him…" Rachel mumbled, still trying to break away from Blaine's grasp. She was so going to regret this in the morning.

"My point exactly," Sebastian said with his smirk.

"She's drunk, Sebastian."

"Blaine, please. He's so attractive…"

"Clearly still has good judgment," Sebastian retorted and God could just stop smirking? And could Rachel just stop panting over him?

"Rachel," Blaine said sternly. "I'm not letting you sleep with Sebastian. Think of Finn." Okay, that was maybe a bit cruel. But if it helped Rachel remember the real world where things weren't so utterly wrong, then it was probably worth it.

It worked as Rachel promptly burst into tears. She was crying odd phrases that didn't make any sense to Blaine but occasionally Finn's name was mentioned.

"Still want to take advantage of her now?" Blaine asked – and okay, it was a little spiteful and bitter. He used the fact that Rachel was now a sobbing mess and not resisting him to pull her out of (Sebastian's!) room. They were definitely leaving Dalton, right now. Blaine wouldn't have had any more fun at the party, anyway, knowing that Rachel would be constantly sneaking out to find Sebastian.

"Don't be an ass, Anderson. And I wasn't taking advantage," Sebastian said, following them. The fact that Sebastian was the one calling him an ass - and admittedly it was deserved – just chalked up another reason why tonight was so unnatural.

When it was obvious that Blaine was not headed back to the party but instead towards the parking lot, Sebastian broke in. "Don't you need to say goodbye to the Warblers first? I can keep Rachel occupied while you bid adieu," he said.

"Everyone will be too hung over tomorrow to remember if I said goodbye or not so getting rid of me isn't an option," Blaine said, continuing to pull Rachel along. He still managed to send a glare at Sebastian, though.

"Are you seriously upset over this?"

"Aren't you supposed to be gay?" Blaine shot back.

Blaine couldn't recognize the look that Sebastian gave him but soon enough he brought smirking to a whole new level. "Are you jealous?" he asked and Blaine could hear the laughter in his voice.

"No," Blaine vehemently denied. "I'm angry that you were about to take advantage of one of my best friends who is a girl," he explained.

"I obviously wasn't taking advantage of anything except for her wanting me," Sebastian said with that stupid smirk, "so that must mean that you're jealous that I wasn't propositioning you."

"There's just no reasoning with you," Blaine said in exasperation.

They finally made it outside of Dalton and the cold air seemed to revive Rachel somewhat, at least the point where she stopped crying.

"Is the party over?" she asked.

She sounded so sad that Blaine couldn't help softening his tone as he responded, "Yes, Rachel, the party is over. We're going home now."

"But…but Sebastian…you promised me – " Rachel started.

"Rain check, Rachel," Sebastian interrupted, leaving Blaine with widened eyes and a blush as to the implications. Was this what Rachel wanted with him, too, and he was just too much of a gentleman? Was this how Kurt felt when he made out with Rachel last time? Except now it was an entirely different situation because it's not like he wanted to date either Rachel or Sebastian, of course.

"This isn't happening," Blaine said pityingly to the sky.

Sebastian chuckled but Rachel was confused, "What isn't happening?"

They had finally reached Blaine's vehicle and he let go of Rachel to better dig for the keys in his pocket. Sebastian, of course, took advantage of this opportunity and grabbed her himself. Okay, so maybe grabbed wasn't the best description – he really only took her face in his hands to direct her to look at him – and managed to pull her a bit away from Blaine, too.

"Rachel," Sebastian said in a tone that Blaine didn't think he'd ever heard from him before. He still sounded entirely too amused at this scene, though. "Blaine isn't going to let us have any more fun tonight."

"That's mean," Rachel whispered.

"Yes, yes it is. Make sure to tell him that the whole way home."

Blaine totally saw the smirk directed towards him as he unlocked his car. "You'll thank me in the morning," he defended.

"I certainly won't," Sebastian said.

But Rachel pushed away from Sebastian and Blaine saw the confusion on his face. Fortunately for Sebastian's sake, he easily let Rachel go as she hurried around to the passenger's side of the vehicle. She opened the door but didn't get in, instead appeared to be looking for something.

"Rachel? What are you…?" Blaine asked. Was she finally realizing that she had been hanging off of Sebastian Smythe all evening?

"He needs my number!" she shouted. "He needs my number because mean Blaine won't give it to him. Pen…pen…ha! Female purse to the rescue!" she finished triumphantly.

As she flounced back over to Sebastian who was, of course, smirking, Blaine hit his forehead with his hand. "Rachel." Honestly, this was taking so much effort.

"Relax, Anderson, it's just her phone number. If she doesn't want me when she's cold sober I'm sure she won't hesitate to let me know."

Blaine sighed. That was true enough.

Rachel, however, had not found a pen in her purse. She wasn't even carrying a piece of paper. Instead, she had a tube of lipstick and a mischievous (sexy?) look in her eyes. She bit her lip before boldly lifting Sebastian's shirt up. Blaine stared in shock while Sebastian laughed and helped her keep his shirt around his shoulders as Rachel Berry scrawled her phone number in lipstick across Sebastian's bare chest. Oh God. It would be almost funny…except it totally wasn't.

Rachel seemed very concentrated on her task – or maybe it was her other hand that was now caressing Sebastian's abs. Blaine couldn't help but watch Sebastian's muscles clench at the touch and he found himself vindictively hoping that she would give him the wrong number in her drunken state. Finally, Rachel had written enough digits that could classify as a phone number. She didn't stop there, though. She actually put some of the lipstick on before kissing Sebastian's skin right after her phone number, leaving an imprint of her lips.

Blaine finally reached over and pulled her away when she didn't seem inclined to stop at just one kiss. "Okay, Rachel. Say goodbye to Sebastian," he said, pulling her back to the passenger side.

"Bye Sebastian," she said obediently but there was enough heat in the tone to spike Blaine's irritation.

"I'll text you," Sebastian said his voice deeper than normal and it put Blaine on edge.

"You have my number," Rachel said happily as Blaine shoved her into her seat and buckled her in.

"I like her," Sebastian chuckled as Blaine shut her door. "She'll regret this tomorrow morning," Blaine said confidently.

"Don't be so sure," Sebastian teased. "And you are so jealous, Anderson, it's hilarious."

"I am not jealous," Blaine hissed at him before climbing into his seat and slamming his door closed forcefully, cutting off any reply Sebastian may have had.