Ever look outside at the world and have no desire to be part of it? Well, I have. THUS: WRITING WEEKEND! I'm really amped. I'm gonna get so much out of the WAY! YAY!

Sebastian was used to having people scatter out of his way when he walked through the Dalton halls; he had a reputation like no other. However, it was never more apparent how afraid people were of him until now. Kids were practically diving to the floor as to not upset him and rightfully so. Sebastian was not a happy camper, and it was all because of that one kid. That one kid who didn't even notice him walking by, his eyes were so trained on the floor. That one freaking kid who didn't get out of his way.

Blaine Anderson.

Oh, there were a lot of reasons to be mad because of Blaine Anderson. First and foremost? He, the betraying ex-Warbler, was only at Dalton for a day after half a school year MIA before he managed to snatch Sebastian's spot in the glee club away from him. Gone were his solos, gone were his plans, gone were his hours of practicing… All because of him. Blaine. And that wasn't the only reason to hate him –not like his blatant stealing of a spot he had earned, he had worked for, wasn't enough.

Blaine Anderson was also his one that got away. He had resisted all of his charms, and look where it landed him! Cheated on. Yeah, Sebastian knew all about that. It may have been a boys' school, but news traveled fast through Dalton, especially gossip as important as this. Resident superstar now-returned Warbler Blaine had gotten his heart broken by one of their own? Ha, like that one could avoid the rumor mill.

The whole thing actually annoyed Sebastian in two ways. First, really? Blaine was a moron. He had no right to go around looking all downtrodden when Sebastian had been his for the taking all along. Second, again, really? How dare Kurt hurt Sebastian's Blaine like that! He was Sebastian's toy to play with, not Kurt's. Even preschoolers know not to break what doesn't belong to them.

So yeah, he was angry, especially because Sebastian could see just how hurt Blaine really was. He just looked sad… like one of those stupid, abandoned puppies on Animal Cops who have all the ticks clogging up their ears and their eyes look all big since their so skinny… In fact, it was disturbing how many similarities Sebastian could find there. The only real difference was that Blaine wasn't bug-infested and nobody was taking away Kurt's right to own pets.

Ew. Now Sebastian was picturing his soon-to-be sock-puppet with worms all crawling under his skin…

What? Oh, yes. His soon-to-be sock-puppet. Look, Blaine might have taken his spot, blew him off, and been sort of an emotional mess right now, but Sebastian still held big expectations for their future together. Blaine was sort of more… angular than Sebastian remembered him being –how did that kid get so skinny?- but he was still gorgeous. His eyes really did look giant, what with his face having been tiny before, and Sebastian had to admit he liked the idea of a pair of those looking up at him while he-

Okay, no. We're not going there.

But the point was the same. Blaine may have been damaged goods, but Sebastian had been keeping his eye on him for a while now. He was like a torn Superman costume from one of the movies; he may have been a bit less valuable, but Sebastian could still wear him in the privacy of his bedroom.

And really? Sebastian didn't mind his new look that much. He might have been freaking hot before, but now that he was skinnier… Mmmm, yes. He definitely needed some of that action. Plus, Sebastian had always like the idea of being able to throw someone around a bit. He knew he was a bit controlling and slightly aggressive, but he also knew that could be fun. It would especially be fun with a very small, very pretty, very apathetic boy at his command.

Sebastian really did think that Blaine was beautiful. Like, so gorgeous it hurt to look at him and know that he didn't actually hold any power over him at all. For all intents and purposes, Blaine was his, except in –you know- reality. But that was going to change. If there was one thing that Sebastian knew from being the biggest player in gay boy history, it was that there was no better time to strike than right after a relationship. It could really go only three or four ways.

Angry sex. Always accepted.

Rebound relationship. Unwanted, but not necessarily bad…

Comfort kisses. Nice, but boring…

Rejection.

Naturally, Sebastian wasn't too worried about that one. He was him. His face was flawless. No one turned him down, and they never would. Regular people were beneath him, even if for some reason Blaine thought he was on a higher level. What gave that kid the right to think he was so important that he could deny him so many times? Hence, "too worried". Normally, there wouldn't have been any uncertainty at all.

Of course, Sebastian had also been in the game long enough to know that whatever result he got depended on how he approached the situation. For example, open arms and a pity pout basically begged for nothing more than a couple charity kisses on his part, while clamoring on about how stupid Kurt was with a bit of inappropriate touching scattered throughout would undoubtedly lead to a furious party atop his sheets.

Luckily, Sebastian knew just what he wanted, and just how to get it.

"I'm not kidding, David. I'm seriously worried about him. I think I'm getting gray hairs," Wes lamented, sitting cross-legged on his best friend's bed, resting up against his footboard. David smiled at him –a bit empathetically- and leaned up against the wall, letting his head fall against it with a thud.

"I know," he answered, and Wes wasn't sure he did. Honestly, he felt sick right now, and it was all because of Blaine. He just didn't know what to do with him… It wasn't like he wasn't making a valiant effort to be happy or anything, the little guy was trying, but… he wasn't getting it!

"No… you don't. It's like he's on another planet where he's all…" Wes trailed off, not wanting to say what he was thinking. He was thinking words like 'ugly' and 'unwanted', but actually saying those things would really make crap feel… real. Real in a bad way. Like… in an unfixable way, so he settled. "Wrong," he said, and mulled over his choice for a moment, before realizing he didn't like the sound of that word either and changed his mind. "He's thinking wrong," he amended, and David nodded.

"I know, Wes. And I know how frustrating this is for you. He's letting you –well, both of us- close physically, but he's a million miles away… And I hate it. But some things take time; you know that." And Wes did know that. It had taken weeks for baby Blaine to get out of his shell his first time at Dalton. He had still had bruises littering his body and broken bones to prove what people really thought of him -at least, what they did in his mind- and didn't seem to get that Wes was more than a fake smile.

Wes had hated that, too. Almost as much as he hated this. Cause back then… Blaine may have hidden himself better, but he also had less to hide. Wes knew there was a lot of crap going on his brain, and it made him nauseous. He could tell. He could tell. Blaine ducked his head in front of mirrors, and he picked at his food, and he looked surprised when people listened to him for long periods of time, and Wes could tell. He knew there were bad things brewing in Blaine, and he hated it, and he hated Kurt, and he hated being scared to leave razors in the bathroom in case Blaine repeated his apparent freshman year, and he hated all the padding he had to put around him…

Shoot.

Everything is awful.

Suddenly, there was a hand on Wes's knee, and he looked up –caught off guard- into David's eyes. Guess he had spaced out… "Sorry, bro. I'm just… freaking out. I love him like he's my own or whatever –shut up, and get used to it," Wes yelped at the smirk on David's face. He was not a mama bear! He was just… protective… He continued, "But he doesn't seem to understand it. David. I just want him to be happy." Wes felt desperate. The patient look in David's eyes was about to throw him over the edge.

"I know, and he's getting there. Ever since you've put me on meal duty, I've been seeing him fill out a little more. That's a start. And Nick and Jeff have all the same classes with him, and they say he's been fine lately. Trent says he's evoked a real smile out of him, too. I mean, I know those are things that you don't want to be difficult for him, but they are a sign that he's getting there. It's gonna get easier, Wes. I promise." David flashed him a smile, but Wes wasn't buying.

"It doesn't matter. This whole freaking thing is just proof that Blaine has never been comfortable with himself. We thought we were doing so great last year, and he turns around and falls back into the same pit of self-loathing he was trapped in the beginning of tenth grade. We can't help him, David." Wes let the words tumble out, ignoring how hopeless he was making the situation feel.

"Wes-" David started in a warning tone, but Wes wasn't listening, nor did he care. Besides, he was on a roll.

"David," he mimicked, interrupting. "Don't act like what I'm saying isn't one hundred percent true. Like, honestly? I'm worried that one of those closets deprived his brain of oxygen or he was kicked in the head a little to hard because he's messed up. It isn't fair, David. He shouldn't be thinking this way."

"Wes," David hissed, tone a little sharper, but he didn't want to hear it.

"No, you know it's true. He needs love, and I'm trying to give that to him, and you're trying to give that to him, and everyone is trying to give that to him, but it's never going to be enough. It's so freaking hopeless. And I thought Kurt… I thought Kurt could have fixed that for him, but apparently Blaine wasn't good enough for him, and he needed someone hotter. Like Blaine wasn't enough for him to -UGH!" David suddenly lunged himself at Wes, wrestling to get a hand over his mouth.

Wes struggled to push him off, but then noticed the other boy wasn't looking at him. No, he was looking at the door way… The head council member struggled to tilt his head to see what David was staring at, but the second he had he wished he hadn't.

Crap.

Wes's eyes met Blaine's, the younger boy standing in the doorframe and leaning on it heavily, like his legs were about to give out. Tears were shining in his eyes, and Wes wondered how much he heard and when he came in, but he had a feeling he knew it was probably at the very start of his rant. Crap. Why hadn't he listened to David? He met the older boy's eyes and enough understanding passed between them that David let him up.

"Blaine," Wes started, rolling off the bed and reaching out to him, but tears were already spilling over his cheeks. Oh gosh, Wes hated seeing him cry. It made him look so young and breakable… He put his hands on his shoulders, and Blaine sort of collapsed in to him. Okay, Wes had sort of expected him to pull away, but this was fine. A bit scary, but fine…

"I'm hopeless," Blaine murmured into his chest as Wes wrapped his arms tight around him. He hated how familiar the feel of his too small shoulders felt. "I'm hopeless and messed up," he said quietly, and Wes wanted to kick himself until he blacked out. Why? Why did everything have to be so hard?

"No you're not, Blaine… You're just scared…" he muttered back, feeling increasingly stressed by the way David was watching them. But he was good at handling Blaine, even if it made him angst to the point of saying stupid things. He had it down to a science, the way he was trembling in his arms proving that perfectly. "You're just scared…"

I watched the 25th anniversary of Phantom of the Opera with my bestie NerdySkeleton, and holy crap… I can't accurately describe to you with words how incredible it was. The entire thing was so beautiful, I don't… And their voices? I can sing, but that was… I can't imagine having something so beautiful come out of me… Like… oh my gosh… I can't even tell you about this.

It was incredible. And I wanna marry Hardley Fraiser so freaking bad, and I love the Phantom so much, I don't know what to do, and Christine was fantastic… oh gosh. OH GOSH!

If you have the means, I highly recommend it.