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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. 

“Don’t,” he says, shaking his head and clutching Seb’s hand between both of his, grounding himself. “Please.. just don’t. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t know. And I couldn’t.. I couldn’t tell anybody. I couldn’t get out. I just felt like I was trapped in this cycle. Like every single time I’d find a way out he had something. Something to pull me back in.”

Shaking his head, Blaine looks down at the table, his thoughts running rampant and he’s having a hard time putting them in order. A hard time calming himself down. 

“I… and then I got confident. I started to not show up, cause I though that.. that I had another way. A surefire way, but he… he got angry, and then this happened. And had Mrs. Schuester not walked in. Seb.. Had she gone home instead.” he can’t hold the tears in anymore and he lets them fall freely, trying and failing to suppress his emotions.