sebastian.

                                                      sebastian was already mid-through turning around, jostling his backpack further up his shoulder, when he heard the boy’s answer. he shot him a glance. damn it why did the little nerd had to be so cute? 

❝bad cop, today, huh? you think you’re that much of a badass? what is that supposed to do, reel me in?’ he doubted somehow that blaine would just walk out of something that had been assigned to him and had the school counting on. 

as for himself, he hadn’t even wanted the help in the first place. hadn’t wanted to admit to anyone how bad things were actually getting, specially not a boy he had had his fun with since he got there, and admittedly used as a bit of a steam relief for months now, as they were growing into their winter break.  ‘as far as i’m concerned, you’re the one with a problem if my grades don’t get back to their usual status. or are you telling me dean weatherby is going to be delighted to grant resources for your little glee club once the lacrosse team goes down?’ 

he couldn’t help but to point it out. even if he HAD been the one to refuse the tutoring in the first place. it was the truth and they both knew it. grand as he heard the warblers had been, the club had been in trouble recently and there had been parental complaints about the lack of trophies won, considering the club a waste of time for their sons academic curriculum.

he crossed his arms as he stared at the other boy. he had no such problems. he knew his father hadn’t expected much of him since the day he’d been born. and the way he’d turned out hadn’t done much to raise anyone’s hopes. he could do whatever he wanted. the fact he still held a candle to the thought of ending up in harvard and proving his father wrong, was another matter entirely. ‘have a good day.’ he said, as he turned around. he didn’t know if the other would insist or not, but he was too tired to care. he had to try and catch up on his own now and he wasn’t sure how he could put in even more effort than he’d been already doing lately. 

      Blaine’s fingers tightened to a white knuckled grip on the strap of his bag when Sebastian turned and tossed his snide ‘bad cop’ comment at him. He hated being made to feel this way. Common sense practically screamed in his face to turn the assignment down the second it was given to him.  Backing away slowly from the teacher and going home before any damage was done should’ve been exactly what he did.  But, like an idiot, he didn’t and now look at where he was. Listening to Sebastian’s insults with a growing anger and something else that was causing a boulder sized rock to form in his throat.  One that tasted extremely bitter to swallow down.

He straightened his back, refusing to slouch or let Sebastian see how much he was digging into him with what he was saying and how he was acting.  Even if his heart was slamming against the walls of his chest at breakneck speed, he stood steady and forced his grip to loosen on his satchel.  The insult to the Warblers, true as it was, nearly broke his resolve not to show any sort of hint as to how this rapidly unravelling situation (that he just wanted out of immediately) was affecting him.  

Blaine kept his mouth shut rather than argue back.  Why?  Because that is what Sebastian wanted him to do.  With the dig at the one thing he loved most being the icing on the cake that it just was.  The momentary lapse of composure came in a quirk tugging the left corner of Blaine’s mouth into a small grimace he didn’t react fast enough to restrain.

Still…nothing.  Until..  “I could have said no to this, you know?  I could have.  But I didn’t.”

“I’m only here to help because they asked me.  It’s not my fault you got paired with me. I didn’t ask for it.  I do this for the extra credit and because I like doing it..”  He should have left it there. Actually, he planned on doing it since he was already standing and walking in the opposite direction would’ve been easy enough.  However..  Something in him that he wanted to keep just as quiet came out in the smallest whisper.  The question that was on the tip of his tongue every time he had the common view of Sebastian walking off after an insult or a jab.  The tall, lanky boy would leave him standing there wondering just one thing.  Regardless if he was feeling sassy or snarky enough to push back that day.

“Why do you hate me so much…?”