The tall, slim, and handsome boy was leaning against the door frame in the Dalton common room.

"Uh, Hi... I'm... oh wait you know."

"Yeah, I do. You're handsome and gay, right?"

"How'd you know that?" Blaine raised one eyebrow, forced the other into a squint, and slowly backed away.

"Please," Sebastian urged forward and put his hand on Blaine's shoulder, "I know all. Are you unpacked yet?"

"Not really... I've been so busy getting used to the work loads here these first few weeks."

"Why don't I help you?"

"You just offered to fuck me and now you're offering to come back to my dorm." Blaine walked away and Sebastian followed.

"Take it or leave it, Anderson."

"First of all, I find it creepy that you know my name," Blaine pointed his finger and, damn, he's turning into his brother. "Second of all, I'm afraid you're going to try to get me to have sex with you."

"I won't, I promise," Sebastian taunted him by holding out his pinky.

"Seriously?" He chuckled. The smile faded from his face as he shook pinkies with Sebastian. The last time he did this with someone was with Kurt. He brushed the thought away and shook himself gently.

"Ready, Anderson?"

"Don't call me that."

Sebastian took Blaine's hand and led him to the dorm, only releasing to let Blaine open the door. As soon as the door was shut, Blaine went towards the three boxes left. Sebastian opened the one on the opposite bed, which was empty.

"Who's your roommate?"

"Nobody, I guess not many people board. Do you?"

"Nah, I live too close for that. Where are you from?"

"Well, I used to live in Lima, but then I moved to Boston when I was twelve."

"Lima? That's a strange town."

"Yeah, it was quaint I guess," Blaine shrugged.

"Quaint? Doesn't seem quaint by this!" Sebastian giggled a bit as he pulled out a dusty picture frame. There were two twelve year old boys in the frame, one with curly hair falling into his eyes and the other with blue-gray eyes that seemed to pierce your skin.

"Hey, dude, leave that alone!"

"Is this... a love letter? There are tons of them, my god, Blaine! Even a valentine is stuck in the back of the frame."

"He was my best friend..."

"You're wearing a necklace in that picture. Still have it?"

Blaine rolled up his sleeve. "Can we not talk about him?"

"Okay, let's not talk at all."

Sebastian smashed Blaine into a wall, his tongue forcing entry into Blaine's mouth. He started palming Blaine's groin before the shorter boy could respond to the kiss.

"Blaine Anderson, you make me hard oh-so fast," Sebastian whispered in the middle of sucking Blaine's neck, out of breath.

"Sebastian, you said-"

"What I said and what I do are different!"

Sebastian pulled Blaine's pants and boxers down without stopping and then pulled down his own.         

"I don't want-"

"Shut the fuck up."

He pulled Blaine's Blazer off and ripped all of the buttons out of both of their shirts to save time. Their ties stayed on.

"Lube, condom? If you're going to do this to me than you should at least-"

"You're tighter without that stuff." Sebastian put four fingers, without even starting slowly, inside Blaine. He screamed with pain, not even getting hard when Sebastian hit his prostate.

Sebastian poised himself at Blaine's entrance and thrust in hard. Blaine screamed more and Sebastian laughed. As soon as Sebastian had come, which didn't take long because Blaine would not stop screaming, he pulled out, got dressed (minus his shirt), and left.

Blaine lay on his bed, a pool of his own blood under him. He felt so empty and he throbbed. A man he hated just took his virginity. He had trusted him. He had said no, but Sebastian didn't listen. He should probably have gotten checked out by a doctor, but he was too scared. He just cleaned up, showered for at least 10 minutes, and went to bed. The next day was a performance in the Senior Commons, which he was leading. He'd have to go and dance his ass off, which Blaine felt might just be a literal term.

-

"Why don't you go visit the Garglers?"

"The Warblers," Kurt corrected Puck, almost like Rachel.

"Whatever, go see what they're up to."

"Fine, I will!" Kurt could feel the stares on his back as he stomped out of the room, clip board in hand. Of course, the Karofsky situation hadn't really helped his mood lately.

The drive to Dalton was almost an hour and Kurt was upset, missing school never set well with him. Just as he arrived at Dalton, he found a boy who was tall and slim.

"Hi, I'm new here, my name's Kurt. What's going on?"

"My name's Sebastian. The Warbler's are performing. Right down that hallway," Sebastian pointed and ran off on his way.

Kurt thought he was rude, but didn't think anything of it. He didn't feel himself get pushed once or hear any snarky comments. When the performance of "Teenage Dream" started, Kurt gasped. Even before the gelled haired boy turned around, with a limp that Kurt didn't let go unnoticed, he knew who it was.

"Blaine," he whispered, wanting to turn and run. But once those golden brown eyes were looking into his, he couldn't.

"Kurt," was the only thing Blaine could think throughout his performance.

When the song was over, Kurt clapped quickly and tried to escape, but Blaine tapped his shoulder and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"How'd I do, ‘new kid?'" Blaine made quotes with his fingers.

Kurt just threw himself into Blaine's arms.

This was his Blaine, the one he loved.

His Blaine.

But this wasn't his Blaine, this was Blaine who had gone over so many mountains, through so much, without him.

This wasn't his Blaine, this was a new Blaine.

But Kurt didn't mind, because this new Blaine felt just as good in his arms.