sometimes home is two places.

                    There was no explanation that came with what was happening, no drop of water or thunder noises before the storm. All of the sudden he was just… here. At Dalton. Tears were being let out right in front of the boy that claimed he knew no emotion. But when he saw Blaine cry, he felt that pain deep inside of him. It wasn’t numbness, it was becoming IN SYNC with what the other was laying out in front of him. The look on his face and the glaze of tears on hazel eyes cut somewhere deep in Sebastian. An instinct to protect him. That was an instinct he had never felt with anyone in the whole world besides back when he was a child and he was extremely protective of his mother. For Blaine to come without a warning and break down in front of him at Dalton was something that left him lost for words. Just the two of them alone. Picking up the pieces quickly as possible on how to comfort him. All he wanted to do was hold him, kiss him, and tell him it was going to be okay. But what kind of FALSE HOPE was that when he didn’t know what was wrong? Maybe it wasn’t okay.

What would kissing someone who wasn’t his do? Nothing.

Blaine had a dark side only Sebastian saw because he chose to. He could see what others couldn’t. 

                   

Swallowing hard, eyebrows push together as he looks at Blaine who is crying his eyes out. No. No, no, no. Why Blaine? He was too good to cry. Blaine deserved BETTER and whatever or whoever was causing him to cry rivers deserved to be crushed or banished out of the ex-Warbler’s life. If there was one person Sebastian never wanted to see so sad, it was Blaine Anderson. As they sat in Sebastian’s dorm, facing each other on his bed, an arm extends out to place on Blaine’s shoulder. Eyes glance off to a clean T-shirt out of Sebastian’s laundry basket that he had left on the edge of his bed and he scoots closer before he brings the fabric to Blaine’s eyes to wipe wetness from his face. Greens LOCK on hazels. ❝Blaine? You don’t have to tell me what happened. Don’t have to tell me whats wrong. No questions asked. Just promise me you’ll stick around until I know you’re better than when you got here.❞

      Dalton was his safe haven.  Maybe always will be.  In spite of it being the same one that he left behind because his heart belonged to someone who became his home in a completely different way.  Kurt was his center.  His anchor that kept him steady.  Yet, there were times where he would come here to the place that was his ship that kept him from sinking when the waters got too deep, too pitch blackish blue and dark risking dragging the person he loved into the inky depths with him.  So he came here.  Always.  Unannounced and lovingly welcomed regardless of how impromptu his visits were.  His first return back was intimidating.  A buzz in the back of his head told him that he might be asking too much of the boys who wished him all the best and swore they would always be his brothers as they watched him go with tears in their eyes and smiles on their lips that weren’t quite bright enough to feel real.  And every time he walked back through these doors?  Their eyes lit up.  Their smiles became wide and hopeful.  That maybe this time he’d stay.  He never did. Because someone was waiting for him.  Someone he loves more than anything regardless of not seeking him out for comfort the times when Dalton, and now, Dalton and Sebastian were the only ones who could truly understand what this felt like.  

By the time he’s face to face with his rightfully confused friend–the tears he forced dry as he walked down the hall return with a vengeance.  They sting and burn his eyes and make his stomach sink with guilt for letting them come out and causing Sebastian more worry. Sebastian is there, like always, ushering him in and sitting him down and stays close.  Where Blaine needs him to be.  The reason why is the reason he’s here and not with Kurt.  Because people like him and Sebastian?  And the families they come from?  No one really gets it unless they feel it first hand.  An endless amount of freedom that most teenagers would be so jealous of and the bottomless credit cards to go with it don’t make up for nights spent alone.  For missed dinners. For barely there phone calls to say congratulations.  Or that sinking feeling you get when they do happen and you know you just aren’t—-.  Blaine meets Sebastian’s concerned stare after a grateful nod for wiping his face dry.  “I can never be enough,” and he melts against Sebastian’s side turning his gaze towards the ceiling to ward off more tears so he wouldn’t ruin his effort to wipe them away.  “I can never be enough for him.”  They both use the same tone when bringing up their fathers.  The one that says they’re hurting even if they’re pretending that’s not the case. The one that holds out hope they swear they’ve given up on.  “I never will be.  Nothing I do..,” he falls into a quiet exasperation, shaking his head and looking back up into Sebastian’s eyes.