Blaine leant against the sofa. Arms folded, eyes narrowed at the male in front of him.
‘Fancy seeing you here, Blaine.’ Sebastian smiled.
‘I used to go here, Bas. I came to see my friends.’ Blaine replied coldly.
‘Why the hostility, Blaine? I thought we used to have something?’
‘Exactly, we USED to have something. Past tense.’ Blaine pulled himself to his full height and, although still shorter than the other boy, he looked extremely menacing. ‘Do you fail to recall what happened, Bas? Or was it just all in my head?’ he growled.
Sebastian took a step back. ‘Of course I remember, Blaine. It’s just… Sometimes I wish I didn’t.’
‘I don’t have a choice!’ Blaine yanked up the sleeve on his cardigan, revealing pale scars that stood out from his skin. ‘I spent months in hospital after the attack, and even longer in therapy. You never once paid a visit or even called. I had to suffer on my own, Bas. Now you want me to act like none of it even happened? There’s no chance in hell!’ he pulled down his sleeve and turned to leave.
‘Blaine…’ Sebastian started.
‘Don’t, Sebastian. Just don’t.’ Blaine said as he walked from the room.

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‘Blaine. You have to go back and let him talk.’ Kurt whispered as Mr. Schue gave them their assignment.
‘I can’t Kurt… He left me on my own. I thought he felt something. How could he have done that?’ Blaine whispered back.
‘Just let him explain. But, if he tries to win you back to him… I shall kick his skinny behind back to wherever he came from.’