give me a hand here?

                      Sebastian was already driving, when the next texts came through, siri spelling it out for him as he sighed. Figures Blaine would be a troublesome drunk. He’d caught a sliver of it before, but never got to truly experience it, before Kurt got in the way. “Still think you’re that bad, huh? We both know you’re not, killer. Stay put. The real bad here’s coming for you.” He dictated, back, as he stepped harder on the speed pedal. He didn’t want anything to happen to Blaine, ever, and specially not when he’d trusted Sebastian of all people to come fetch him and look out for him. Sebastian had every intention to see him safe and sound, tucked in bed, before the night was over.

He made it through the city, until he reached the more isolated part of town, where gay bars, and freaks like them, frequented. He tightened his shoulders. He hoped Blaine wasn’t walking around. He relaxed as soon as he approached the right block, and spotted a gelled head sat on a street bank. Thank the Devil, and Bacchus, and every power that protected drunkards, and bohemians. 

He pulled over, drawing down the windows. “My… If this is where all hot schoolboys hide, I might just have to pop around more often.” He parked then got out, walking towards him. “Time to go, killer. Your smooth ride’s here.”

Walking until he figured he wasn’t sure where to go from here, Blaine flopped down on the edge of the pavement and dug his heels into the rocks, dirt and whatever else sort of treading he could get to keep his knees bent and his legs from falling.  It wasn’t the most clean sort of place.  Or comfortable.  At least he wasn’t sitting just outside the club where people kept coming and going and asking him if he was okay.  This would do for now.  Until Sebastian got here.  

Speaking of the Devil!  Didn’t his phone go off a few steps ago?  Oh!  Yeah!  Blaine fished it out of his pocket having to lift his hips up to reach it and stared until the screen blurred into one blurry image that a squint finally let him make out.  Ha!  Stay put!  Like he was getting up any time soon.  Nope!  He didn’t bother texting back but promised Sebastian with a firm nod of his head that he’d stay put.  The glowing bar sign was only less than twenty or so yards behind him, close enough.  Sebastian would have to pass by anyway.  Kicking at the dirt, he swayed to the right when the sound of a car stopping caught his attention long enough to drag it up from whatever rocks were underneath the sole of his shoe.  Sebastian!

“Sebastian!  Hi...”  An easy, lopsided grin greeted the taller of the pair as he drew near.  Blaine waved off the hot schoolboys comment with a roll of his eyes and a drawn out, “Nahhh.  I think they’re still inside,” that was a jumble of tones and run-on words.  Two attempts to get up had him flustered each time they failed until his hand reached up, fingers wriggling for help!