theformerwarbler:

the-seb-smythe:

Sebastian nods again, giving an understanding look to his best friend. He doesn’t know much, but from what he’s figured out… this has got to be the hardest thing he’s ever done. “I know, I know. It’s… I’m not here to… to judge you, or anything. I mean, you know that. But either way… any way, you will always be my best friend. No matter what.”

Seb swallows hard, not wanting to meet Blaine’s gaze after the boy’s next question. “I.. I, I mean, I’m not oblivious… but I don’t know… everything, of course.” And then Blaine is looking down again and biting his lip so hard that he actually flinches, and Seb feels like a shit friend. A shit friend who should have just given him his space and- no. No. Emma said to be there for him. This was being there for him.

Sebastian flinches at Blaine’s outburst, but he can’t help feeling a little angry himself. Even Mrs. S had been angry, and she’s so… levelheaded, for God’s sake. “I know, fuck, I know, man. I… I told them to stop. And it’s… it’s going to be hard. And everyone’s going to ask questions. But I’m here. I’m here with my super strength.” He giggles at that last part, the weed in the cupcakes finally taking effect, but then immediately straightens out again, looking directly at Blaine.

The anger fades just as suddenly as it comes, and Blaine’s sure that if he were coherent enough to do so he’d realize that was the weed in him taking full effect. 

“Thanks, Seb. I just.. I’m trying. I really am but I feel like it’s not working. I feel like I’m just being ridiculous. It’s.. it’s not like he raped me, you know?” And oh, yeah. The drugs are definitely in effect because there is no way that a fully sober Blaine would be saying anything like this. “Not that he wouldn’t have.” He leans back in his chair, the drugs making him complacent and slightly giggly. 

“And it’s not like I could say anything, man. He had me trapped, you know?” He looks over at his friend, tears filling his eyes and shit he’s so sick of crying. Suddenly he’s moving, needing to be near someone and not stuck on the other side of the table. So he walks the short distance to his friend, stopping just before him and sitting unceremoniously on the chair next to him, eyes bright. “I.. I couldn’t get out.”

Seb continues to nod his head, feeling like it’s the only thing he can do. “H-he, what, oh my God, no. No, Blaine, no.” And suddenly Sebastian is tearing up and, ugh, pot always makes him over emotional and maybe this wasn’t a good idea. 

He looks over to Blaine, and sees that his eyes are wet with tears, too. And then Blaine gets up, moving over to sit next to him. Sebastian grabs his hand, squeezing it in what he hopes is a comforting notion. “I’m so sorry, Blaine,” he says, not wanting to make him feel like a charity case, but unable to stop himself.