A/N: You know what really sucks?

Writing this whole chapter, having it ready to go, finally finishing it... and then my computer starts freaking out.
And has to reload the page.
Before I saved anything.

If I haven't said this before: I DESPISE MY LAPTOP. IT'S SLOW AND STUPID AND I DON'T LIKE IT.

Anyway, rage over. Time to rewrite...


I walked home. Seven blocks at one in the morning, and I walked home, smelling like fruity alcohol and smoke, and covered from head-to-toe in glitter. I could have been mistaken for some kind of gay Christmas ornament.

I almost cried when the shop came into view a few feet away. I fumbled with my keys, my hands shaking, and tip-toed through the glass door.

I forgot, unfortunately, that the shop came with an alarm system.

Damn.

I rushed to the beeping box, pressing the code in quickly: 0530, Moby's birthday. The beeping ceased abruptly, and I sighed, relaxing a little.

I made my way slowly up the creaky stairs, in absolutely no hurry to go inside. I didn't know if Bean would attack me at the door, or if Moby would be up, waiting for me.

All I knew was that I wanted to get clean and sleep.

When I opened the door, the apartment was still. The television was showing a rerun of I Love Lucy, the black and white color casting shadows on the sleeping face of my little sister.

I smiled softly at her calm and peaceful form, then let out a deep breath. I would have to explain this to her and I knew it. I couldn't just not tell her about the date.

With a small groan, I wandered into the bathroom in my bedroom, grabbing some pajamas as I went. I slammed the door behind me, tired and out of it.

Big mistake.

"Blaine?" came a confused voice from outside my room. I cursed softly under my breath. I'd woken Moby up.

A soft knock came at the bathroom door. "Blaine? Is that you?"

I rolled my eyes briefly at my own stupidity. "Yeah."

"Can you open up?"

I knew she wouldn't leave unless I did, so I stepped to the door and flung it open.

Moby stared at me with wide eyes for about two seconds before she burst into peals of laughter. After some time, I began to laugh with her. I really must be a sight, covered in glitter with my shirt almost undone and rumpled.

"What... what happened?" she choked out, wiping her eyes.

I turned to the bathtub, flicking the faucet handle, feeling the cold water turn warm under my fingertips. "A lot of bad stuff."

Moby smacked me lightly on the shoulder as I reached for the bubble soap. "Blaine. Elaborate, please."

I began unbuttoning my shirt, stretching my stiff, cold muscles. I almost undid my pants before I remembered Moby was staring at me. I blushed a little. "Can you leave, please? I need my privacy, and you standing there lookng at me doesn't help."

Moby shook her head. "I'm not leaving. You haven't told me anything."

"Mobes..."

"Okay, let's make a deal," Moby offered, smiling softly at me. "You talk, I wash off all the glitter and your gel helmet, okay?"

I chuckled a little at the gel helmet remark. I really did overdo it when it came to hairgel. "Alright. But could you at least turn around so that I can finish stripping and get in the water?"

With a small nod, Moby spun on the spot, her head cast down so she couldn't look in the mirror to her right. She waited patiently as I peeled off my skinny jeans and boxer briefs. I didn't take her out of my peripherals until my genital area was safely covered by bubbles.

"Alright, you can turn around now."

Moby smiled as she turned back, grabbing a cup out from under the sink as I shut the water off. She reached for the shampoo on the ledge and squeezed some of it into her hands, rubbing it between them a bit before she began to gently massage my scalp out of its current plastered state.

"Mmmm..." I hummed, relaxing my body and slipping further into the bubbles. They smelled like lavender. "You have no idea how good that feels..."

Moby chuckled. "I think I can imagine. Just don't get a boner from it again like you did that last time."

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "That was once!"

She mimicked me in a mocking tone as she poured water over my head without warning. After sputtering for a moment, I turned to see her putting the cup back in the water again. I closed my eyes this time as she slowly poured the water down again. With a sigh, I laid back against the warming porcelain, almost sobbing with relief at the feeling.

"So, are you going to explain?" Moby asked as she pulled a washcloth out from our towel cabinet.

I bit my lip, thinking through the night in my head as she sat back down beside me.


Sebastian had been waiting at the door of the shop like a lost puppy when I got down the stairs from the apartment. As soon as he saw me, he put on a confident smirk and started to claw at the door seductively.

Again, I found myself trying not to vomit.

"You're going to scratch my glass," I said in greeting as I unlocked the door, turning to lock it up again.

"I'd rather be scratching something else of yours that rhymes with glass..." Sebastian whispered in my ear from behind me.

I shuddered, not from pleasure, but from the sheer creepiness of the action. "Sebastian. I would appreciate it if you didn't say things like that. It makes me uncomfortable."

With a small sigh, Sebastian moved away and nodded. "Okay. I promise that I'll try to keep my distance."

He kept that promise for less than an hour.

After we arrived at XES Lounge (a gay bar/club that I had never even heard of before), Sebastian immediatey ran to the bar for drinks before happy hour ended in an hour and a half. I never understood the concept of happy hour. It says "hour," doesn't it? If it says one hour, why does it run for six or more?

Anyway, within the meager half hour we had been there, Sebastian had managed to get more drunk than I imagined possible for someone his size. I sat at the bar most of the night, taking on the role of designated driver and sipping at a bottle of root beer.

I watched with slight amusement as Sebastian grinded against a drag queen who looked about fifty. The fake blonde wig on the guy's head kept falling off, revealing his bald scalp.

What was I doing here? I didn't belong here... I wondered if there was a karaoke machine somewhere. I suddenly felt the urge to sing Motorhead.

After another few hours of watching my "date" dance and make out with at least ten other old guys, he seemed to remember that he came tonight with somebody. He stumbled across the dance floor to me.

"Hey there, sexy," he mumbled, every word coming out slow and garbled. His breath reeked of artificially-flavoured liqour. "Why aren't you - hiccup - out on the dance floor, having fun?"

I rolled my eyes. "Call me crazy, but this is not my idea of 'fun.'"

Sebastian smiled, chuckling loudly as he slapped my chest lightly. "I know what you need." He snapped his fingers suddenly, sticking his arm up above his head. "Hey, Alfred! Come here. I have someone for you to - hiccup - meet."

Through the crowd pushed a younger looking guy, drifting around drunkenly on a pair of roller blades. His crop top and booty shorts were way to small for him, and his almost black eyes were unfocused. He rolled over to us, and flung his arm around Sebastian's neck, a cigarette sagging between his teeth.

"Hey there, Sebby. I didn't know you were coming tonight, babe," the guy mumbled, stroking the side of Sebastian's face with his fingertips. He had some odd accent that I couldn't quite place. Probably because he was heightening the sound of his voice on purpose.

Sebastian smiled at him blearily. "Hey there, Alfred. You look superb." He turned to me, gesturing grandly at me with his hand. "This is Blaine Anderson. He's a newbie."

"Alfred" turned to look at me, and his eyes widened slightly. "Oooh, a newbie, huh?" He rolled away from Sebastian and onto my lap. I raised both of my arms to my sides, keeping my hands off of him.

Alfred took a long pull from the cigarette, then blew the smoke into my face. I coughed harshly.

"So, you're the hunk that Sebby has been telling me about. Blaine..." He rolled my name off of his tongue seductively. I had never hated the sound of those six letters more... "Why are you not drunk yet, Papi?"

I cocked an eyebrow. Papi? What the fuck? "I'm his designated driver tonight." I nodded to Sebastian, who was ordering yet another brightly colored alcoholic beverage.

Alfred pursed his lips. "That's so funny! I'm your designated driver tonight." He leaned in close to me, whispering, "I'm designated to drive you to drink."

I shut my eyes tight, very unsure of what to do, when I felt a sharp jabbing in my leg.

"Alfred... please tell me that you have something resembling a stick in your pocket," I said warily, preparing for the worst. Wouldn't be the first time.

Alfred ran his hands down my chest. "Oh, there's a stick alright, but it's not in my pocket..."

Without a second to lose, I pushed Alfred off of my lap. He rolled back on his skates, slightly stunned, as I stood up and began to head for the door.

"Where you going, Papi?" Alfred asked, rolling in front of me. "This party just got started."

"Hey!" a garbled voice shouted from behind me. A hand clutched at my arm, and forced me around to stare at Sebastian, who had a large cup of something in his hand. "I got you a Happy Day!"

I paused. "Is that what that cup is?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yep. It's supposed to make you happy."

I shook my head. "I'm not much of a drinker, Sebastian."

He laughed drunkenly, leaning on my shoulder. "It's not a drink, silly!"

Within a few seconds, I was covered from head-to-toe in brightly colored glitter. The whole club cheered and screeched with joy as I opened my eyes again.

Oh, no. My temper was flaring up. I had a rather infamous temper that scared the living piss out of anybody that brought it out, and right now, with his pathetic little snarky meerkat face, Sebastian was a prime target.

This wouldn't be pretty.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" I screamed at him. Suddenly I felt several feet taller, towering over everyone in ear shot.

Sebastian was at a loss for words. He shrugged one shoulder, stunned, his eyes blown wide.

"Sebastian, I did this so that you would leave me alone! You asked me on this stupid date! I said yes! I went on this dumbass date so that you would leave me alone if I didn't enjoy myself! And you know what? I am HATING IT here!"

Without another look at the collection of people staring at me, I stormed out of the door.

"Blaine!" I heard behind me. "Blaine, wait!"

I stopped, taking a deep breath. "I don't have anything to say to you, Sebastian."

Sebastian ran up in front of me, grabbing my shoulders. "Come on, look. I'm sorry, okay? Maybe we can try this again sometime, and we'll do something you want to do-"

"No!" I cut him off. "I will never go anywhere with you ever again. You promised me, Sebastian. You promised me that you would leave me be if I didn't want to go out with you again. Well, guess what? I don't. So stop coming into my store, stop flirting with and sexually harrassing me, and get your fucking life sorted out, because doing things like this, knowing regular patrons at bars by their first names... that's not how people live."

"Blaine, stop, please!" Sebastian shouted, still clinging to my shoulders. He pressed his insistent lips to mine, thinking that would calm me down.

It definitely didn't.

"Kurt..." I whimpered when he broke away.

His eyes went wide. "That's not how you say my name."

I smirked. "No, it isn't. It's how you pronounce the name of my future boyfriend. Now if you'll excuse me..."

The future boyfriend comment had definitely caught him off guard, and he didn't follow me this time as I began the mile long trek back to my home.


By the time my story was finished, Moby had managed to wash as much of the glitter off as she could, her gentle hands running the washcloth one last time across my chest. She sat back with a sigh. "You really like Kurt, don't you?"

I chuckled darkly. "That's what you got out of the whole story?"

"Well," she mumbled, grabbing the towel off of the rack and turning back around as I climbed out, "when you say someone else's name during a kiss, that tends to stick out among other facts."

I sighed, pulling my T-shirt over my head and rubbing the towel through my freed, unruly curls. "Yeah, well... I guess I do like him."

Moby nodded, and we left the bathroom together.

"I'm gonna head to bed," I grumbled softly. "I still have to open the shop tomorrow... well, later today, anyway."

Moby nodded, heading back to the living room. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

I closed my bedroom door, and fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow.


I was lying in a field of bright flowers, all of them different colors, flowing together to make a rich shade of blue-green. There was cyan, gold, jade... They reminded me a lot of Kurt's eyes.

As I closed my own eyes, I could see Kurt's face behind my lids. He was smiling at me serenly, his scar not quite so stark against his pale skin, and his golden brown hair swaying in the breeze.

I opened my eyes again... and there he was.

"Kurt..." I whispered, running my hand down the side of his face. He leaned into the touch, his eyes glancing at me shyly. He opened his mouth, about to say something. Was I finally going to hear him speak?

"Hola, Papi," he mumbled at me, Alfred's voice emenating from his pink lips.

The warmth I had been feeling in my heart froze. My body was suddenly very numb, and I couldn't move. Kurt's calm smile changed into a seductive grin, and he leaned in and kissed my hard, his lips insistent and violent. The flowers around us died, and when he pulled away, I was staring at Sebastian.

I screamed.


"KURT!"

I bolted upright in bed, shouting in agony, knowing I would wake up Moby. I waited for her to burst throuh the door, but she didn't.

Instead, a familiar pair of arms wound around my shoulders, and a soft hand scratched the back of my head comfortingly.

"Shhh, Blaine, honey, it's okay," Moby whispered in my ear, kissing my shoulder gently.

"Mah-Moby?" I asked, reaching my hand up to grip her wrist firmly.

"Yeah, it's me, Honey Bee..." she said soothingly, bringing me back down onto the bed.

I looked up at my little sister, frowning slightly. "What are you doing in here?"

She sighed, tired. "You started crying in your sleep about twenty minutes ago. I came in here and laid with you. Then you started talking... and then you freaked out and woke up. Do you want me to go?"

"No," I whimpered immediately, and hugged Moby tight around the waist, leaning my head on her chest. Her boobs were actually quite comfortable pillows, and I was asleep almost immediately.

The last thing I remembered were Moby's arms wrapping around me, and her kissing my forehead and telling me she loved me.


A/N: I dunno why, but I wanted to have Moby cuddling Blaine. In my head, he's always sooooo protective of her, but he's always been the one that really needed protecting. She was always the one to hold him when he was sad or scared, or stand up for him when he needed it, even though she's younger than he is.

I just love writing her, though. The more of her I write, the more multi-dimensional she gets. Not only is she a badass with a good sense of humor, but she's also an incredibly caring younger sister. :)

Anywho, that's all for now.

Love you guys!
~Annie