Title: The Real Fairytales.

Pairing: Seklaine (SebastianxBlainexKurt)

Rating: M/NC17

Warnings: Abuse, Sex, Keep Your Mind Open...

Chapter 1 : Cinderella

Sebastian rolled over and hit the floor with an 'oomph'! He groaned and slid his hand to his now throbbing face, feeling a split lip and a swollen eye. "Fuck." He whispered and then moved to peer onto the bed at David. The man was still asleep, one arm draped across a groggy face. Sebastian smiled and tilted his head, crawling onto the bed and kissed him. "I love you." He whispered and then touched his cheek, then creeped into the kitchen in David's flat.

He turned on the coffee machine and set it to start in an hour when the sun rose. He then wrote a quick note telling David to see him at lunch at set if he so wished and then he snuck out of the flat, one hand on his cheek, hoping there wasn't a bruise along with the swelling.

Sebastian Smythe was not underwealthy, he came from good money, but 'came' was all. Both of his parents were dead, they had split up when he was 3, and his mother remarried to a man named William, who had two sons of his own: Puck and Sam.

When his mother died, Sebastian was alone in a large house with the three other men, each with their own way of showing their thanks. Sebastian opened the back door quietly and pulled on his apron. He grabbed a cigarette, lit it after slipping it past his lips and then he started the coffee.

He pulled out three trays, lining the first with a bowl of cereal, coffee and a small glass of orange juice, the second with a chocolate bar and a cup of coffee. The third with a cigarette, a hot cup of tea, and the newspaper. He took the trays and carried them to their respected rooms. "Sam, you have practice this morning." He said, setting down the first tray and opening the curtains. "Quinn will be there." He said in a polite tone.

"Get. Out." Sam said and Sebastian just smiled, shrugging, leaving the room quickly.

Sebastian knew better than to speak or open curtains in the second room. He just set down the tray silently and set the alarm for twenty minutes and left the room, still earning himself the finger by the sleeping Puck.

His step-father was the worst. He entered the room, set down the tray and waited for his list. The most annoying list was concocted every day. "I hear you breathing, fag. Why are you just standing there. Take the list and go." The deep voice said from the bed with a wave. Sebastian took the list from his hand and left quickly.

The list was gruesome that day, things such as 'wash the fridge out' would be NORMAL compared to his chores list. "Are you kidding me? Line up his sex toys in order from fun to just pain? What do I look like? A collar boy?" Speaking of collar boys... One walked through the kitchen with a small wave and a piece of bread in his mouth.

Sebastian, at about 9 in the morning (and all of his chores done but cooking for the day), finally crawled to his room and got a good look at himself. "Oh... dear." He whispered and leaned towards the mirror. He pressed his hand to his black eye and sighed. "You have got to be kidding me..." He couldn't remember what brought the fight on last night, it really never took much work to get hit by David if he'd had a drink or two.

Sebastian looked at the clock, grabbed his keys and camera, then ran out the door. He slid into his car and revved the engine because it had a habit of knocking if he didn't, then drove to the studio. "SMYTHE!" He heard and jumped. "Y-Yes!"

He saw his studio director standing at the door. "LATE Smythe, LATE!"

"Three minutes and I doubt you even have the lights up!" He shouted and ran through the doors. "How many do we have today?"

"16!" He nodded and flicked open his camera and handed it to the digital assistant.

"I need this unloaded and two new cards." It was done while he worked on the first three models. He hated working with women, he found they all looked the same. He got all their test shots. "Ah, Romanny? Stay... We'll be using you. The others are excused." He said and then started the test shots for the men. His designer company was more picky with their men, considering their designs were more aimed towards gay men and they knew it.

Sebastian's eyes lit up when he say him. Kurt... He enjoyed looking at him, enjoyed the defined lines of his jaw, his innocence. Sebastian could photograph Kurt all day, sadly, he wasn't the photographer. He just did the test shots and chose the final people to go with a scene.

"I am HERE!" That was it, the opening call of a dramatist. Their photographer, Wes was the ultimate dramatist but he was the 'best.'

"Uhmm I haven't done the shots for the males yet, but I've photographed them all before. The best overall is Hummel, Hudson, and Chang. Hudson for lead of course but, Hummel and Chang are both such beauty on their own." He said and then licked his lips as Wes picked them out of the crowd. "Thanks, Smythe." Kurt said as he walked by.

Sebastian smiled and nodded, then headed to the designing floor. "BAS!" What was with people calling out his name so much today? He nodded and laughed as he sat down by Rachel who had three needles in her mouth, trying to pin a dress. "What do you think?" She asked around the metal bits.

"I think the hem is uneven but the top half... Wow." He said and winked at the model who blushed and he grinned. He knew the effect he had on people, he just never understood it. "Guess who I just saw?" He said as he grabbed his model from the previous day, and told him to grab the suit.

"Hummel?"

"How did you know?" Sebastian asked, pulling out his work supplies and started on his own suit after the man got on the pedestal.

"I told him about the audition. He wasn't on the list. I forced him to come." She said and laughed, twirling the final hemmed dress. He nodded, giving her his approval. "He said he couldn't wait to be here. I think he likes you. By the way... nice shiner."

He flipped her off and then found the remote to the radio, turning it on, both of them getting lost in their work, gossiping about boys and talking about how shitty Sebastian's life could be. It wasn't something new that he was hurt, and it also wasn't new that Rachel told him to dump David.

"Hey... Is Smythe in here? The photographer got sick and they're calling for you..." Sebastian looked up from his tux and smiled at the model in front of him. "Mmmm yeah, I'll be down in a second." He said and grinned. "Thanks." Kurt nodded and waved at Rachel before disappearing.

Sebastian shivered and looked at Rachel. "I... LOVE underwear ads!" He said and she started laughing, pushing Sebastian out of the room after the model.