Author's note: I'm a little surprised this is actually happening. I don't think I've written a chaptered story since my 2008/2009 Narnia obsession. But here I am, adding to my ever growing Glee story count.
I'm aiming to update at least once every 9 days. It'll be a little sporadic, because I already have about 20,000 words written, but they're all over the place story wise. I'll obviously be able to update faster when I have most of the next chapter written as opposed to little/none of it done.
The story picks up where the season left off and therefore starts off as Klaine but will end up a Seblaine story.

General Warnings: The story is mostly rated for language and some not terribly explicit sex.
This story will include underage drinking, as well as mentions of drug use and some discussions of suicide/suicidal thoughts. The latter is not a huge part of the story and I will post a warning on the chapter(s) in which it will be mentioned.
I don't like Kurt. I love Klaine, but Kurt as a character kind of really annoys me. I try not to let that come through too much but I'd like to apologize for anyone I offend.

Overall disclaimer: If I owned any of this Blaine and Sebastian would have their own late night Cinemax show. Songs aren't mine either.

And now that this is about as long as the prelude… on with the show.

Watching Rachel board the train to New York all he could think about was how it wasn't fair. It wasn't that he wasn't thrilled for her, he really was. If anyone deserved this, it was her. But Kurt deserved it too. The back of his mind kept reminding him that Kurt had aced his audition; he had been praised for it even. Rachel's had been worse than a train wreck. But somehow she was the one headed off to New York while Kurt stood next to him on the platform and waved.

The rest of his mind worried over the fact that he still hadn't said anything about it. Not to him, at least. Or anyone else in New Directions, if they're constant questioning about how he was handling it was anything to go by. He hadn't even officially told Blaine he hadn't gotten in, just smiled tightly as everyone descended upon Rachel before slipping out of the room.

He glanced over at his boyfriend who, even though he was smiling brightly, was still less enthusiastic then everyone else. As thrilled as Blaine was at the prospect of having an entire extra year with Kurt, he knew he didn't belong here. Stuck in Ohio and doing what? Working at his dad's shop, like he did during school vacations? He belonged on that train, headed somewhere bigger and better.

The car ride back was painfully silent. Blaine couldn't even be properly excited about the fact that he got to drive for once. His Audi might not be as fuel efficient as a Prius, but it was still better then the gas guzzling beast that Kurt drove. It didn't seem so ridiculous when they were just driving around Lima, but when they went anywhere further than half an hour away there were certain economical arguments that Blaine continuously made for using his car instead and Kurt continuously ignored.

Focusing on the road, he pretended not to care that Kurt was frantically texting someone. Ever since that whole Chandler incident they had an unspoken agreement that whoever was on the other end wasn't their business. If Kurt wanted to tell him who he was talking to he would. If he didn't he just had to trust that whatever was being said wasn't aimed at some flamboyant twink. Which he did, most of the time. Usually.

"I'd get out and walk you to the door, but I'm already running 20 minutes late," he said, breaking the silence as they pulled into Kurt's driveway. "And their punishments are brutal. A shot for every 10 minutes. Hopefully I don't hit traffic. I'd like to remember more than the first 5 minutes of tonight."

Kurt's smile didn't quite reach his eyes, but Blaine appreciated the good faith effort. "Have fun. Text me when you get to Columbus? And at the end of the night, just so I know you didn't die. I don't actually trust Wes to keep you alive."

"Will do. Are you sure you don't want to come? You were a Warbler once. I'm sure they wouldn't mind." This was said more out of politeness than anything. They'd already had four separate fights about Blaine's attendance. Well it was really the same fight that happened four different times. Kurt was indignant that he still wanted anything to do with the Warblers. Blaine had continuously assured him that Sebastian was the only one to know about the rock salt.

Besides, he had pouted, it wasn't just going to be the guys involved in that. Everyone who could make it was going to be there, including Wes and Richard and he hadn't seen Richard since he had graduated two years before because he'd been volunteering in Thailand and this was the last night he'd be in Ohio. Richard had basically been Blaine's idol/mentor and he was not passing up the opportunity to see him just because Sebastian was a dick.

Eventually Kurt had stopped bitching every time it was brought up. However he refused to go. At first it was loudly and with much profanity and it was only within the past week that it had turned into a shrug and the passing observance that they had always been more Blaine's friends than his and then proceeded to ignore Blaine's protests that no, they loved him too.

Thus the shake of Kurt's head wasn't at all surprising, nor was the tight press of his lips. He tried not to dwell on it too much as the passenger-side door slammed shut, shaking the car a bit more than was necessary. Instead he waved cheerfully before backing out of the driveway.