wrong number.

Everything happened rather quickly. For one thing, Sebastian didn’t imagine someone like Blaine getting physical. Upon being shoved a bewildered yet quite irritated look dominated his facial features. “Don’t worry. I plan on it,” he poisonously spoke. “I’m sure it’ll be better than you.” Slamming the door shut and locking it he immediately went upstairs. Tossing his phone to the side he crawled in bed to try and get some sleep. The night would pass and none would be found. Just his anger, and regret.

Between the texts that the two shared, Sebastian opened himself up for once. Blaine was one of the only people who had ever been a witness to such a thing. It was extremely late at night, and he couldn’t wait until morning. Telling Blaine that he’d be on his way, he got into his car and drove off. His red eyes focused on the road before him, occasionally stinging from exhaustion. Some soft music played as he began to eventually relax in the car seat. It wasn’t too long of a drive.

The headlights shined still. The car was parked and Sebastian was sitting inside. Taking a deep breath he turned the keys, got out, and locked it. Every step felt so incredibly heavy on his way up to the door. While walking he texted Blaine that he had arrived. Anxiously awaiting outside of his door, his fingers tapped on his legs.

Two weeks and no sign of Sebastian in his life whatsoever.  As far as he knew?  Their friendship was over and a large part of what happened was his fault.  That Sebastian listened to him just like he made good on his promise and deleted the other boy’s number from his phone.  To his surprise?  A message about notes for a Calculus class he wasn’t taking came in the middle of the night from a number he didn’t recognize.  Shooting an apology back landed him that piece of enlightenment on who sent it.  Sebastian.

So much for other boy deleting his number like he told him to. Why did he feel so guilty that he had?  Their conversation didn’t go the way Blaine planned but that was becoming status quo for the boy who appeared into his life out of nowhere at the wrong time.  –It’s not my fault.  He keeps saying it but it doesn’t stop feeling like it is.–  Now..he was staring at his phone reading the message that Sebastian was here for much longer than it’d take for him to go answer the door.

“Don’t screw this up, Blaine.  Just–don’t,” he chided himself as he rushed down the stairs and through the hall to the foyer.  A shaking hand grabbed the door handle and he pulled it open coming face to face–with a raise of his chin–and making eye contact with–.  “Sebastian, come in.  Sorry.  I was upstairs.”  Pulling the door open as bare feet padded backwards–he motioned for Sebastian to enter with a wave of his hand and a press of his lips into a small, tentative smile.