“Yeah. He was crying... I was crying... it was this whole spectacle,” Blaine admitted. Amy was in shock.

“So are you guys like... broken up now or...?” she asked. Blaine just shrugged in response.

Truthfully he didn't want to think about the 'what now?'. He didn't know if he and Kurt were over. He still didn't even know what to do about Sebastian. There was a knock on the door and Blaine's eyes lit up.

“See? I bet that's Kurt right now!” Amy smiled, jumping up from the sofa and running to get the door. “It's not Kurt,” she announced, rolling her eyes and holding the door open as Sebastian strolled in. “What are you doing here Sebastard?” Amy asked judgmentally.

“I'm sorry... who are you?” he asked her. She'd never actually met Sebastian but she'd seen pictures and heard stories.

“I'm your worst nightmare, you big, stupid giant.” Blaine laughed under his breath.Amy was never really good with insults.

“Yeah, talk to me face to face... if you ever reach that high,” Sebastian replied to Amy before turning his attention to Blaine. “Blaine and I need to talk alone right now. So could you like... I don't know... leave or something? I'm sure the rest of the borrowers are looking for you.”

“I bet everyone looks like ants from up there,” she replied sarcastically.

“Only certain people,” Sebastian replied, glaring at Amy.

“Amy, it's fine. I'll talk to you later, okay?” Blaine told her. She nodded and left after glaring at Sebastian one last time.

“She needs a leash,” Sebastian told Blaine after Amy had left. Blaine rolled his eyes.

“What do you want? Right now's not a good time. Kurt and I had a fight and-”

“Ooh, trouble in paradise?” Sebastian asked.

Yeah, thanks to you! Blaine thought, but didn't answer.

“How about you and I go out for drinks to forget about it? Huh? What'dya say?” Sebastian asked. Blaine held both hands up and shook his head.

“No Seb, I have a boyfriend.”...Maybe.

“I know, little Kurtsie, I remember but this would just be two old friends going out for a drink, and one friend-” he pointed to himself, “-helping another friend-” he pointed to Blaine. “-to forget about a fight said friend had with his boyfriend. See? Harmless.” Blaine thought about it. Heck! Why not?!

“Sure, yeah. It'll be nice to catch up,” Blaine agreed. “So where are we going?” he asked. Sebastian smiled.

“Oh I know this great little place. Relaxing, quaint. Just the thing you need.”

When they arrived, Blaine realized that Sebastian's definitions of 'relaxing' and 'quaint' may be a bit incorrect. They had stopped at a nightclub off in West Lima called 'Suga Palace'...it was a gay bar, obviously.

“Sebastian! I told you I didn't want to go to a club!” Blaine shouted over the pounding music.

“This isn't a club! It's a bar... with dancing facilities,” Sebastian responded.

“THAT IS THE DEFINITION OF A CLUB!” Blaine shouted... he was so not in the mood for this.

“Fine! Okay, it's a club! You caught me, but this is what you need, Blaine! To get over Kurt.”

“I don't want to get over Kurt! I want to get under Kurt!” Blaine replied before storming away from Sebastian and sitting at the bar. “Two shots of tequila!” Blaine shouted to the young girl behind the bar. She nodded and served him.

“Thanks,” Sebastian said, coming over and grabbing a shot.

“Thanks for what?” Blaine asked before grabbing the shot back and downing both.

“...Okayyyy,” Sebastian said before ordering his own shot.

“Two more!” Blaine ordered to the girl.

“Calm down, Slugger,” Sebastian laughed. Blaine just glared at him and downed the next two shots of tequila that came his way.

The night carried on the same way and more.

More tequila, more dancing, more Sebastian.

“I've missed you!” Sebastian shouted into Blaine's ear in the middle of the dance floor. Blaine smiled sloppily.

“Me too!” he shouted back in a slurred way. “OH! BUBBLES!” Blaine jumped up and down at the foam machine now spreading foam all over the club.

“We'll play later,” Sebastian growled into Blaine's ear before bending down slightly to suck in his earlobe. Blaine's eyes fell shut and his arms found their way around Sebastian's waist as his hips bucked forward. “Let's get a drink,” Sebastian hissed into Blaine's ear. Blaine nodded and felt Sebastian's hand on his ass.

He didn't move it... he liked it.

They went to the bar and got some drinks and talked as well as they could without slurring uncontrollably.

- - - - -

“I'll just go and we can just talk. It'll be fine. This is part of a mature relationship,” Kurt explained to Mercedes on the phone.

“Yeah, just drop in and say you were in the neighborhood or something and you felt like you should talk about what happened,” Mercedes advised. Kurt nodded over the phone.

“Okay, I'm getting in the car to go now, I'll call you later and tell you what happened.”

“Okay, good luck!” Mercedes said before hanging up the phone. Kurt made the short journey to Blaine's apartment and knocked on number 247.

To say the least, he was shocked at the face who answered the door. Messy hair, half naked, clad in only short black boxer briefs.

“Sebastian! Wh-wh-wha...”

“Blaine's asleep right now. Do you want me to tell him you stopped by?”

Kurt ran away. Like he did with everything. He ran away from bullies. He ran away when his dad got sick. And now he's running from the one person he didn't think he would ever leave...

Now he's running away from Blaine.