"Blaine? Blaine!" Sebastian was hollering his name over the phone. "You paid for the cargo plane, right?"

"Wait what?" Blaine was zoning out because his eyes fell on a breathtaking sight that made his heart hurt.

Sebastian groaned irritably, talking slowly like Blaine was a stupid child. "Do you have all your things?"

"Oh, no I wanted to move back to Ohio without my belongings," Blaine snapped sarcastically.

"Don't be a bitch," Sebastian said. "See you later tonight."

"Bye," Blaine hung up and stalled around the restrooms, leering. Relief flooded his veins as he watched Kurt and Rachel went to grab some food before the flight left. This was his chance.

Blaine rushed to get his ticket scanned and nearly tripped over his bag in haste of getting on the plane. He really didn't want to face Kurt; it would just hurt too much. Kurt probably just assumed Blaine sold his ticket on craigslist or something.

Since Blaine was one of the first passengers on board, he got a first-call first serve seat. He sat in the way back to avoid being seen, but also away from the bathroom just in case. Blaine knew Kurt had a huge distaste of using public restrooms, but sometimes nature calls.

Blaine started to get strangely worried as the plane filled up and Kurt and Rachel still hadn't gotten on. Out of sheer paranoia, he thought he might have been spotted, so Kurt probably refused to ride on a plane knowing Blaine was there.

Minutes later, as if Blaine could sense Kurt's presence, he crouched low when he saw the angelic form with messy chestnut hair struggle through the narrow aisle to get to the few remaining spots. Blaine noted bags under Kurt's eyes, and Rachel looked extremely worried. Blaine was worried too. But he had to look away, before his heart would shatter further.

Blaine put on earphones to listen to his iPod. He wanted to shut the world out, and also to forget that Kurt was within a couple dozen feet walking distance. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling when he imagined Kurt's touch upon his flesh. Kurt's lips upon his own.

"Hey, you alright?" asked a beefy man sitting next to Blaine. "I've got some anxiety pills if you're afraid of flying." The large man eyed Blaine's death grip on the armrest, his knuckles white.

"Oh, no I'm fine thanks. Just have… a stomach pain."

"Here," the man handed him Advil. Blaine swallowed it dry and thanked the man, turning over and busying himself with other thoughts.

The adoption hearing went well. Despite Blaine's miserable state, he played it off like he was just worried about losing his son. But Blaine couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. Kurtkurtkurt. His name would repeat over and over in his mind, or sometimes would receive just flashes of his galaxy eyes, his beautiful lips or his warm hands. But Blaine had to push aside his misery for the sake of his child. Mikey. Blaine was a father, and he couldn't forget that.

Blaine and Sebastian said at the hearing that they just had a really bad fight, and in a brief lapse of judgment, Blaine moved to New York just to get a way for a few months. The lawyers seemed to understand, and let them off with a warning, with regular in-home check-ups.

Blaine ached to hold his son in his arms, because it had been far too long. However, Blaine dreaded going home to Sebastian. Blaine left his true heart in New York, and Blaine knows all too well that Sebastian will stop at nothing to worm his way in again.

Like a starving man who was going through withdrawal and needed his next fix, Blaine chanced another look at Kurt. He and Rachel had fallen asleep in awkward positions. Kurt looked restless, his eyebrows were taut and he was frowning, harsh lines set in his face. Blaine wanted to smooth them away; make Kurt move on and find someone who truly deserves his love and affection.

What was strange was that Kurt had no idea that Blaine was there, watching him sleep. Blaine sort of envied him. It was pure agony being so close, yet so far away. Blaine had to brace himself, leaning his head against the seat in front of him so he wouldn't have a panic attack.

"Man, you really hate being on planes don't you?" The man next to him commented, sounding concerned.

Blaine laughed hollowly. "Yeah, something like that."

Blaine was unable to sleep during the flight, so he just stayed in that position. Having his neck craned like that was really uncomfortable, but he felt like he deserved it. He deserved any and all pain that went his way because he had failed Kurt. This was his entire fault. Blaine was such a masochist.

Once the plane touched down in Columbus, Blaine thanked whatever deity was out there that Kurt and Rachel were one of the first individuals to get off. If Blaine was lucky, by the time he went to baggage claim they would be long gone.

Blaine hid in the shadows, watching Kurt and Rachel walk out to the pickup terminal, where their parents were most likely waiting for them. If things weren't so fucking messed up, Blaine would be out there right now, meeting Kurt's step mom or Rachel's parents. Blaine blinked rapidly, willing his tears to disappear.

He just wanted to wake up from this bad dream.

Blaine walked blindly out to the parking lot, tears blurring his vision, to find Sebastian waiting for him by their mini-van. He was bouncing 3 year old Mikey off his hip. As much of a dick as Sebastian was sometimes, he would do anything for his son and Blaine knew that. He could see Sebastian's eyes light up and positively glow with a gleaming smile whenever Mikey was around. Maybe this would be worth it in the long run, Blaine reasoned with himself. Blaine felt rocks drop in his chest when Sebastian turned to look at him, expression suddenly cold. Blaine was just fooling himself with optimistic thoughts.

"Those better be tears of happiness," he sniped. "Did you even miss your son at all?"

Blaine ignored him, reaching out for Mikey who had just exclaimed, "Daddy!"

Blaine's heart warmed as he enveloped the child into his secure arms. Blaine just wanted to break down and cry and hold his son forever. But he kept it together. Barely.

On the ride home, Blaine sat in the back while Mikey babbled nonsense, and Blaine told him all about his adventures in New York in fairy-tale format.

"I met a beautiful wood nymph in a magical forest," Blaine began, making his voice sing-song. "He was afraid of me at first, but eventually he decided to share himself with me, and it was amazing."

Mikey 'ooh-ed' and asked Blaine to tell him more.

"But Daddy had to leave this wood nymph all alone, because he needed to come home to you," Blaine's voice cracked, poking Mikey on the nose.

Mikey pouted. "But Daddy, why can't the wood nymph come too?"

Blaine smiled sadly. "The wood nymph can't leave the magical forest, that's where he belongs."

"But you miss him," Mikey objected, making Blaine want to burst into hysterical tears again. Blaine could only nod, effectively ending his story for now.

Blaine held Mikey's hand and looked into the rearview mirror to see Sebastian glance at him with an impassive expression. It stirred buried fear in the Blaine. He recognized that look.

When they got home it was past dusk. Mikey had fallen asleep in his car seat, so Blaine carried him carefully up to his room and put him to bed. Blaine sang to him a little bit, stroking his hair. Mikey was so pure and innocent, and Blaine never wanted him to grow up and have to deal with real-world problems.

Sebastian just watched, leaning against the doorway not saying a word. He didn't join in singing like old times and it unnerved Blaine. Everything was broken, with no sign in the future of it being fixed.

Blaine closed the door gently behind him, coming face to face with Sebastian, who had that look again.

Blaine sighed. "I'm tired, Sebastian. It's been a long day; can we just go to bed?"

"Certainly," he said stiffly, gesturing the master bedroom like Blaine forgot where it was.

Blaine slipped off his shoes and collapsed on top of the bed, exhausted. He heard Sebastian changing a few feet away. Neither of them spoke. Blaine buried his face into the pillows when he felt Sebastian's weight next to him on the mattress.

"Let me help you relax," Sebastian purred quietly. He put his hands on Blaine's shoulders and started massaging deeply.

Blaine moaned, because it felt so good. He didn't realize how much tension he was carrying in his body until now. Sebastian slowly made his way down Blaine's back, digging his fingers into his spine with circular patterns. Blaine felt contracted muscles release blood, his body completely relaxing.

Blaine turned his head and mumbled, "Thanks." Blaine was starting to fall into lucid dreaming, yet still awake enough to feel Sebastian's talented fingers working his neck.

Sebastian ran his hand through Blaine's un-gelled hair, and it tickled a little, causing Blaine to open his eyes. Blaine's mouth fell open in shock. Sebastian was stark naked, unabashedly sporting an erection.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to seduce you," Sebastian said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But I'm tired," Blaine complained, body flooded in panic. He didn't think he could do this now, or ever for that matter.

"But I'm horny," he countered, smirking with his pearly whites.

Blaine decided to just jump right into the heart of the matter. "You cheated on me."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "A momentary mix-up. You got to sleep with your fairy princess wood nymph or whatever, so that makes us even."

Blaine didn't know what to say. He felt his throat constrict as tears flooded his eyes suddenly. "I don't know if I can."

"Oh, Blaine. It'll be fine. You know the kind of magic we make between the sheets."

Blaine cringed. He felt like he was going to be sick. He didn't want to sleep with Sebastian. He wanted to be with Kurt. More than anything. More than anything else in the entire universe.

"Can it wait? I'm just not feeling it," Blaine said half-heartedly, knowing he was about to lose. He was out of options now.

"Well that's too bad," Sebastian said dangerously.

Sebastian straddled Blaine's back, who struggled for a moment until his wrists were pinned above his head. Blaine gave up immediately knowing Sebastian's strength of his 6'4'' stature.

"That's more like it," he cooed, reaching his other hand down to slip Blaine's pants down and off. "We both know how you like to just take it."

Blaine gripped the mattress and buried his face into the pillows again, willing himself not to sob. He felt so violated, but Sebastian always got what he wanted. Especially when it came to Blaine. The moment he had his hooks in Blaine was the moment they adopted a child together. That was a forever commitment, especially since they had the weight and taboo thrust upon them for being a gay couple. Sebastian's hold was now everlasting, and there was nothing Blaine could do about it.

Sebastian barely prepped him before going to town like a ravenous sex shark. Blaine didn't resist. He just took it, just like Sebastian said he would. Blaine bit the pillows as Sebastian fucked into him, trying not to wail in agony.

Kurt...