Long A/N incoming: I've been wanting to write this story for about... three years. Lol The main reason I didn't was because everyone already has -_- But I got a prompt from GrungeGirl86 to do it, so now I finally have my excuse! Please forward all complaints about my bitching about the same events repeatedly to her. =D

(I'm so sorry you had to wait a month for it! I discovered Sterek.)

I'm pretty sure that if I sat down with a snack and a few hours to kill, I could bitch all day about this episode of Glee. It was the start of that show's downfall and the day Klaine officially died for me. I'd never liked Blaine but after he gets 'drunk' (we never find out if he had more beer or if it was just an excuse) he does his level best to molest Kurt in the back of his car, then is outraged that Kurt didn't just go with it and storms off, then is like, my bad! And it's fine. I just... UGH!

But that's not even where the trouble starts. No. Every minute of this episode killed my soul, which makes me sad because it's the first appearance of Sebastian. But even that's weird because of Kurt's awkward attempt at warning him off. Just... From Artie (in his oh-so-official capacity as a high school student director of a musical) telling Rachel and Blaine to lose their V-cards all the way to the awkward scene where we see Blaine and Kurt curled up in bed while Blaine sings a love song... with Rachel, playing a role... he stole from Kurt. I just... why?

Not to mention, I get that it's tv and some things you just don't talk about... but srsly? They dated for over 6 months and then one night they just fuck? He said they didn't touch below the waist... All or nothing? Somehow I don't think that's how it works. Especially with 2 virgin guys. Just... ouch? The sadist part of me really hopes Blaine bottomed that night.

[Sebastian]

Once he'd said goodnight to Blaine and Kurt, Sebastian had stopped by the bathroom to pee before heading outside. He knew it would take the cab company longer than the two or three minutes since he'd called but he couldn't take the fucking music anymore.

He had purposely stopped himself after two drinks. It's considerably harder to seduce someone after you throw up on them. Not to mention, he really didn't want Kurt to feel superior about staying sober while Sebastian got sloppy drunk.

Well, more superior. The uptight priss probably thinks he's above stupid shit like having fun or letting loose every now and then. What the hell is his deal? Who moisturizes over the phone?

Standing near the front door and looking out over the parking lot, he notices something out of the corner of his eye. Smirking, Sebastian thinks, Well at least someone's getting laid around here.

It's only after he watches the movements a bit more carefully, trying to determine how old the occupants of the SUV are, that Sebastian realizes one of them is struggling. Panicking slightly, Sebastian runs forward quietly. I'll help if I can, but I'm not getting stabbed or anything. Maybe if I threaten to call the police, I can scare the asshole off?

As he runs up to the vehicle, the one being assaulted climbs backward, screaming at the other. Quickly ducking behind the front of the truck, Sebastian listens as the screaming continues, still clutching his phone, just in case.

"-don't want to do it on a night that you spend half of dancing with another guy! And that you're sober enough to remember it the next day!" Holy shit. It was Kurt and Blaine?! And Blaine was the groper? No fucking way. So much for the whole bashful schoolboy thing.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Blaine sounds pissed off and Sebastian would give anything to see the look on his face. Wow. Sounds like someone really doesn't like being told 'no'.

"Because I've never felt less like being intimate with someone and either you can't tell or you just don't care." Well, sure. What the hell was Blaine thinking? I spent almost twice as much time with him tonight as Kurt did. And I thought they were virgins... What the hell is going on? Sebastian assumes Blaine walked off because he hears, "Where are you going?" Peeking around the side of the SUV, Sebastian sees Blaine turn around dramatically and yell out,

"I'm sorry if I'm trying to be spontaneous and fun!" Kurt looks like he doesn't understand the situation any better than Seb does. Eventually Blaine continues, "I think I'm just going to walk home." like he's the one with any right to be pissed off.

Kurt, sounding worried, yells out "Blaine!"

When the thin boy sighs again and turns around, still seemingly confused, Sebastian panics. He can't see me now!

Darting behind the next car, he waits until Kurt gets in and pulls away before Sebastian stands back up, looking around.

What the fuck was that?!

As Sebastian flops down on his bed half an hour later, he's still fucking confused. What the hell just happened? Everything I've seen and heard in the past few days pointed toward Blaine being a cute, innocent guy. He's loved and missed -almost worshiped- at Dalton. He seemed like a blushing virgin all three times we hung out. He even turned me down just before Kurt had shown up, admitting that he had a boyfriend and sounding really nervous about not messing it up.

If Sebastian hadn't met the boyfriend less than a minute later, he might have assumed that Blaine was afraid of him. Once I did meet him, Kurt had seemed like the one who 'wore the pants' or whatever the cliché was. Kurt did most of the talking, accepted my invitation to Scandals, made allusions to their sex life, everything.

Even tonight, Kurt had been the designated driver. Sebastian assumed he just didn't like not feeling in control, ever. He'd also been possessive over Blaine while they were dancing, not that Sebastian really blamed him for that. Everything he'd seen had pointed to Blaine being the innocent, nice guy, and Kurt being the meek, uptight virgin.

Honestly, even with everything I saw tonight, I was probably right about Kurt. He's clearly as innocent as I thought Blaine was and he didn't do more than glare when I blatantly hit on to his boyfriend. But Blaine... he might be a virgin, but he's not really innocent. If Kurt hadn't jumped out of the car when he had... if he'd been the one pinned to the bottom... Sebastian had heard them, as he ran up. Kurt had been saying 'Stop it' and Blaine hadn't even acknowledged it.

Does Blaine always react that way when he's turned down? Or has he just... never been turned down? He reminded Sebastian of his spoiled, horrible little cousins back in France. His aunt spoiled them rotten and anytime someone tried to say 'no' they threw giant fits until they got what they wanted. Granted, Sebastian had been just as bad at that age. He was coddled quite a bit too, but he's not 7 years old anymore. Time to grow up, Blaine.

Now Sebastian just has the choice of what to do about these new revelations. Does it really matter? Blaine's still pretty hot... and Kurt's still uptight... I could probably get Gropey Mcgee into bed. Hell, I might be doing Kurt a favor if I break them up. Blaine is obviously not cut out for playing the dutiful boyfriend. As selfish as he seems to be, and as much attention as he's paid, he should just do what I do. Hook up and avoid dating. Kurt should find a guy that treats him a hell of a lot better than the shit I saw tonight.

And why did it sound like he thought he was in the wrong before he left? Did he really think he was out of line? It was probably just me. There's no way he'd believe Blaine had the right to storm off like an idiot instead of apologizing. I'll just have to get Blaine drunk or something before they can make up. Apparently, alcohol turns him into a fairly aggressive panty dropper.

We're going to see West Side Story tomorrow anyway, so I'm sure I'll get a chance to talk to one of them. Or at least see if they're still fighting.

Sebastian had agreed to meet up with the Warblers in the McKinley High parking lot. Since he lives closer to Lima than Dalton, he'd gotten there almost an hour early and decided to go for coffee. When he steps through the doors of the Lima Bean he can't help but smirk at his luck. Kurt is standing at the back of the line on his phone.

Deciding to listen in instead of interrupting, Sebastian steps quietly up behind him and crosses his arms over his chest with a smirk.

"-ust because you're mad at her doesn't mean you don't have to be there tonight, Finn. You know she loves you. Yes, what she did was wrong, but it's not like she picked you at random. Using that to improve her acting is stupid, and by no means am I saying you should have gone along with it. Only she would even think of that. It's the worst reason I've ever heard to give up your virginity. Be mad at her, fight to your heart's content about it. But unless you plan to break up, you have to go to the show."

Sebastian cocks an eyebrow. That's fucked up. Who would use acting as an excuse to lose their v card? Shaking his head slightly, Sebastian just keeps listening.

Kurt huffs. "No, I haven't talked to him yet... It'll have to wait until after the show." … "Well, I don't want to screw it all up now do I? It's not just about Blaine and Rachel, everyone put a lot of effort in. I think Puck actually showered! Not to mention he took time out of his busy schedule of trying to sleep with middle aged women and ruining his life to learn his lines. You have to be there!"

Sebastian has to stop himself from snorting. So he still plans to make up with Blaine? Why? And I guess he's not afraid to speak his mind sometimes... good to know, I guess. I wonder who Puck is? Or Finn for that matter.

Kurt jolts and then sighs. "Shit. Hi, Puck. I didn't think he'd give you the damn phone." … "Hey! You're the one lusting after your adopted-baby-mama! And you started this shit by telling him he didn't have to go tonight!" … "I don't care! You know Finn can't pick up subtle things like sarcasm and manipulation! I've been trying to train him but it's just not working. Koko the Gorilla learns faster than he does! Meanwhile, if you don't get him to the damn auditorium in the next 20 minutes you can do your own freaking hair. If you think Artie won't run you over with his wheelchair if Bernardo goes out on stage with a spiked mohawk, you're very, very wrong."

Well, the 'meek' thing isn't really holding up either is it? Is he really yelling at a guy with a mohawk?

"No, don't give him back the phone, just get him in the shower!" … "Well it's his own fault for assuming he could get out of being there for Rachel on opening fucking night! I'm sure he's upset and I'll help in whatever way I can, after the damn show. Okay, I have to go, I'm up next. 20 minutes, Puckerman!"

After Kurt hangs up, he hastily gives his order and slips the phone into his back pocket muttering, "Stupid meathead jocks. People ask why I quit the team and I just don't know what to tell them..."

Finally hearing one confusing comment too many, Sebastian asks, "Wait, what team were you on?"

Kurt jumps about three feet in the air, making it all the more worth it to have been standing behind him for five minutes. When he spins to face him, Kurt scowls darkly.

"Jesus. Of course it's you. How else would my day have gotten worse?" Kurt stomps off to the pick up counter.

Smirking again, Sebastian places his order and then moves to join him. "What's so wrong about today? Aside from my presence, apparently."

Kurt just glares at the barista, obviously planning to ignore him. Sadly, she's at least two or three orders behind and Sebastian just leans against the counter to wait. After a long minute of awkward silence, Kurt breaks. "You couldn't possibly care less, Sebastian. Just leave me alone."

"Oh, come on, Kurt. What else do I have to do while I wait for my coffee?"

Kurt glares at him before mumbling, "I have a few suggestions." and goes back to staring a hole in the back of the barista's head. After a few seconds of silence, Sebastian asks again,

"At least tell me what team you were on. I play lacrosse, if that makes you feel better."

Realizing that the idiot wasn't going to just leave him alone and he was stuck there until his coffee was ready, Kurt huffs out, "Football. I was the kicker. And I was even smaller and looked more ridiculous then than I do now. Happy?"

Snorting out a laugh at the mental image of this uptight, overly effeminate boy playing football, even as the kicker, Sebastian says, "Oh god. Really?"

Kurt glares at him. "Yes, really. It was years ago. Before our team was decent. In fact, they were terrible. I was still in the closet, glass as it was, and was trying to convince my dad that I was straight."

Sebastian snorts again. "I bet that worked like a charm."

Kurt's lip twitches despite himself. "Naturally. Especially since the only way I could make the kick was to warm up by dancing to Beyoncé. Puck made so many jokes, I'm still smacking him over them."

Wondering again who Puck was, but not enough to ask, Sebastian asks, "So what happened?"

Kurt's order is called and he picks up his coffee before turning to Sebastian. "I won them their only game that year... and then came out to my dad anyway. I have to go, I have teenage angst and man-whores with curly mohawks to deal with."

Sebastian doesn't hear the barista calling out his order the first few times she tries, he's too busy watching Kurt's ass as he walks out of the coffee shop.

As he sits with the rest of the Warblers watching the play, Sebastian can't help but wonder why they cast Blaine as Tony. Sure, his look and voice are perfect, but shouldn't it be a senior? I can't believe they didn't take the chance to have their main duet team take the roles. Where's the big anti-hobbit from all the YouTube videos?

He'd also been surprised to get his first look at Bernardo. That's the guy Kurt was bitching at? How did he not get his ass kicked? From what little he'd heard about McKinley, they weren't the most progressive bunch... so what was the deal with Kurt yelling at jocks?

When Kurt shows up as Officer Krupke, Sebastian almost chokes. The gay, bitchy diva is playing the slow, stupid cop? Seriously? If Kurt is in this, why isn't he Tony? I figured he just didn't hold to every stereotype and didn't act. Obviously I was wrong. There's no stereotype he doesn't work with. So why is he basically an extra? And a joke on top of it?

By the end of the play 'Maria' is annoying him so much that he wishes the damn story stuck closer to Romeo and Juliet. The overacting and obvious love of herself more than her leading man makes him hope for someone to steal the prop gun and just end it. Instead he watches quietly while they lift Blaine and carry him off stage. Maria takes one more chance to ham it up a bit before following them as the curtain falls. Just glad that it's over, Sebastian cheers and claps with everyone else.

When he sees Kurt, still in his officer's uniform, pop his head from the side of the curtain to look for someone, he decides to find out what was up with the casting choices.

Striding quickly toward him, Sebastian calls out, "Kurt!" Seeing the boy huff at him, but not dart back inside, Sebastian jogs up the short staircase and says, "You guys were great, if confusing. Who were you looking for?"

Putting a hand on his hip, Kurt points to the door at the back of the auditorium. "I was seeing if my dumbass brother was going to man up and face his girlfriend or run away. I barely caught the back of his head as he left. I wish I could say I was surprised, but he makes a habit of running from his girlfriends. Maybe if he dated something other than vicious harridans he'd have more backbone..."

Sebastian grins. "If he's dating Maria, I don't blame him. I'd run too. And then dump her. And then spread a horrible rumor about her so she would switch schools. Especially if she's the one you were talking about at the coffee shop. Did she really try to sleep with him just to improve her acting?"

Kurt glares at him. "Eavesdrop much? That was a personal conversation." … "And yes, that was who I was talking about, and she really did try. She let it slip that she 'needed it done' by opening night."

Smiling widely, Sebastian points out, "Even I think that's low. And I have no room to judge anyone."

Kurt smiles back, his expression laced with venom. "Somehow I doubt that actually stops you from judging people."

Sebastian shrugs. "No, not really. I tend to make snap judgments when I meet people and adjust as I go. Like how I thought Blaine was so cute and innocent until I saw him drink. Boy sure does get handsy, doesn't he?"

He watches as Kurt's face freezes in place and can almost feel the temperature drop as his ice shields are thrown up.

Kurt bites out, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Shrugging again, Sebastian takes a step backward and heads for the edge of the stage. "Nothing." Deciding to let Kurt just assume he meant that Blaine hit on him, Sebastian smirks and starts down the stairs. Wincing as he remembers his original question, he turns back to face the still iced over diva.

"Oh, what the hell was up with the casting decisions? They were all over the damn place."

Kurt frowns slightly. "Don't ask. You wouldn't believe the amount of drama we went through over it. We had one of our best singers defect from glee over the Maria role."

Tilting his head, Sebastian admits, "Okay. I can see that. If I was beaten out by a hobbit with a nose the size of Canada and the most annoying personality in the world, I'd be mad too. But I was more wondering about you being a comedic side character at best while wonder-boy Blaine got lead. Aren't you a senior? Why didn't you do Tony?"

Kurt clenches his jaw. "I auditioned but didn't get it. They asked Blaine to do it." Seeing the look on Sebastian's face, he adds, "He didn't ask for the part. He auditioned for Bernardo. But the way he sang, even I have to admit, he did 'Something's Coming' perfectly-"

Sebastian interrupts with a shocked laugh. "He- he auditioned for Bernardo with 'Something's Coming'? Maybe, maybe if he was auditioning for Riff I'd believe it was because a solo was easier, but wasn't he supposed to be singing with an accent if he wanted Bernardo? He sang a Tony song and surprise, surprise, they cast him as Tony!"

Kurt scowls but Sebastian is too lost in his own head to notice or care. That total dick. His boyfriend auditioned for the lead so he 'supported' him and went for a smaller part. But he used a song that he knew would highlight how perfect he was for Tony. Then I'm sure he blushed, hemmed and hawed appropriately before accepting. Jesus. He's like an adorable gay mastermind. Or a total idiot. Either way, he's a shitty boyfriend.

Finally noticing the dark look from Kurt, Sebastian says, "Sorry, I overstepped. He probably didn't do it on purpose. And like we've established, at least he wasn't trying to fuck his way into better acting skills. I've been wrong about everything else so I'm sure you guys have been fucking for months. At this point, nothing will surprise me."

Kurt looks like Sebastian had just hit him over the head with a brick. After a few seconds he pales and pulls himself up straighter. "I have to go."

Sebastian frowns after the thinner boy as he turns abruptly and rushes back stage. Wondering what he'd said that had chased him off, Sebastian goes to find the rest of the Warblers.

After a long, boring weekend, Sebastian pulls into the Dalton parking lot, relieved to be back. Since he spent his weekends at home, he'd done his level best to run into Kurt or Blaine. He'd wasted hours creeping around Lima as much as possible, wanting to find either of them to get the next installment on their soap opera. Neither had turned up to the Lima Bean or the mall all weekend.

When he walks into the senior commons for Warbler practice, he finds out why. He'd just set his bag down and was scrolling through his phone looking for a good song to practice today when he overhears Trent whining at Thad.

"But they were so cute together! I can't believe this happened!"

Thad huffs and sits back, crossing his arms. "Well, I'm not surprised. It never made sense to me anyway. He was never into him much, then all the sudden they were dating. I knew it wouldn't last."

Trent looks outraged, but before he can form a sentence, Jeff leans away from Nick to say, "It was rather sudden back then, but he seemed to really like him! I figured they'd at least make it a year!"

Nick rubs his hand up Jeff's arm. "Hey, some high school relationships just don't make it that long. Ours is special, baby."

Trent smiles at them soppily before shaking himself. "I didn't even know they were having problems. Do we know what happened? What did he say when he called you, Thad?"

Shrugging, Thad tugs on his sleeve. "He said something about tension over the musical and a drunken mistake. He said Kurt was overreacting and that he'd snap out of it." He snorts. "Don't count on it. He was always the overemotional sort. I bet we have him back here and in a blazer by regionals."

Now thoroughly confused, Sebastian speaks up, "What's going on?"

Trent turns to him, still visibly upset. "Blaine and Kurt broke up."

Despite his burning curiosity about the break up, Sebastian had just scoffed and snapped at them to stop gossiping about stupid shit and get ready for practice. He'd spent the rest of the week trying to subtly eavesdrop on more conversations about it, but apparently his plan had worked too well. When any of the Warblers saw him coming, they immediately stopped talking and tried to make themselves look productive. Damn.

By Friday Sebastian had even taken to stalking Blaine and Kurt's facebook pages hoping for insights. Kurt wasn't a friend and was set to private and Blaine hadn't been posting anything other than the 'no longer in a relationship' and a few people showing their support. Surprisingly, a few of those people were kids from McKinley, which just confused Sebastian.

Weren't they all Kurt's friend first? Blaine has only been there a few months... are they actually taking his side? What the hell?

By the end of the school day, Sebastian is so itchy to get back to Lima that he had almost skipped his last class. He makes the two hour drive in only an hour and a half and makes a bee line for the Lima Bean, still in his uniform. As soon as he steps in the door he mentally cheers at finding Kurt sitting alone at a table in the back, reading. Quickly ordering his coffee, Seb struts to the back of the room.

Kurt must have heard his footsteps, because as Sebastian goes to open his mouth, the smaller boy scoffs and takes a sip of his coffee before going back to his book.

"Blaine isn't here. I'm sure you heard we broke up. He's probably realized by now that I'm serious, so if you're going to make a move, now's the time." Not even looking back up, Kurt turns a page on his book.

Seb cocks an eyebrow at the boy, which turns out to be a wasted effort. Despite not saying a word and standing there silently for a couple minutes, Kurt makes no other indication that he even knows Sebastian exists. Smirking, the taller boy pulls a chair out across from him.

"Actually, yes. I had heard you broke up, but I didn't get the feeling that it would last long. The guys at Dalton seem to think you guys are soulmates."

Huffing, Kurt puts his coffee down and closes his book before looking up at him. Crossing his arms and legs, Kurt gives him a blank stare.

"Well, I got the hell away from that place as soon as I could for a reason. They're idiots. I have no intention whatsoever to make up with Blaine. Your coast is clear." When Seb smirks again and cocks an eyebrow, Kurt scoffs. "Oh please. We both know I was talking about Blaine. The coast to me, is decidedly impassable. For many reasons."

Unable to stop himself, Sebastian asks, "And those reasons are-?"

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Besides a total lack on interest on both of our parts? Well, there's the fact that I'm 90% sure you don't date monogamously and that's all I do, you tried to steal my boyfriend when I had one, you're kind of an asshole, and your hair is ridiculous. Not to mention Finn and Puck would kill me. And you. They've both informed me that if I let another douchebag in a blazer back in my bed that they'd key my car. I'm not sure if they're actually stupid enough to do that, but you just aren't worth the risk."

Sebastian makes an exaggerated shocked and offended sound. "Kurt Hummel would give up a chance at true love just to preserve his car?"

Giving him a pitying look, Kurt responds, "No, but I would definitely give up a chance at meaningless sex for the true love that I have for my car. You're just a bored jerk looking for someone's pants to pull off; the nav is the love of my life."

Sebastian grins. "Good to know, but like you said, I'm not interested in you. Just came looking for Blaine."

Kurt shakes his head in mock sadness and starts packing up his messenger bag. "Well, he's not here. He's probably in Columbus with his disciples, gathering sympathy." Shouldering his bag he smirks at Sebastian one more time before walking away. As he passes him, Kurt leans over to stage whisper, "And you may want to work on your stamina if you came just from looking for him."

With a slight choke, Seb turns to watch Kurt leave. What the hell was that?!

For the next few weeks Sebastian doesn't see Kurt again, but he does run into Blaine. Despite the Warblers assuming he would be showing back up on their doorstep, blazer in hand, he'd stayed in McKinley. When Seb runs into him it's always in the Lima Bean and he always smiles and pretends like nothing is wrong, but Kurt is always conspicuously absent.

He talks to Blaine online but anytime he tries to broach the subject of Kurt, he quickly diverts the conversation or claims a sudden need to leave. I guess he's still hoping that Kurt will take him back... I wouldn't hold my breath. Not if he was already trying to push me at him after only a few days.

It's not until almost exactly a month after Sebastian had last run into Kurt that he finally sees him again. Seb's sitting in the back of the Lima Bean and for once he's dressed down. He's wearing jeans and a plain black button up shirt, with a hoodie. He even has an oversized beanie covering his hair and is for once wearing his glasses. His finals are coming up and since he'd only be doing review work at school anyway, and they'd already won their sectionals, he had skipped school and spent most of the day mainlining coffee and studying in the back corner.

He's broken out of his attempts to memorize a pre cal formula by the noise of a group of boys bursting into the coffee shop. When he looks up to scowl at them, he's surprised to see Kurt surrounded by guys that he instantly recognizes as the New Directions. But none of the girls. Putting his head back down before he can be recognized, Sebastian wonders if he should try to slip out before Kurt sees him. If I stand up he might see my face. Maybe I can just stay hunched up and they'll go away...

It only takes a few minutes for him to realize that isn't happening. Once they all get their drinks, the six boys move two tables together and sprawl around it. The tallest one immediately says,

"Okay, dude. We're not at school, or at home. Spill. What the hell was that about?"

Kurt sighs and takes a small sip of his drink. "You mean besides his obvious jealously that Sam has a better body than he does?"

The blonde one smiles a little before shaking his head quickly. "No. You don't get to distract us. What the hell was that about Kurt?"

Huffing, Kurt sets his coffee down and crosses his arms. "Okay, I'll tell you guys, but you have to all promise not to do anything with this information." At the blank, innocent look on most of their faces, Kurt glares and points at a few of them. "Especially you guys! No attacking him, physically or verbally, no threatening him, and for fuck's sake, no telling Dad. I think we all remember how he handled the Karofsky situation and the last thing I need is him having a heart attack because he tried to pin Blaine against the wall by the throat."

Suddenly wide eyed, the tallest one stutters out, "O-oh my god! How is that the same?! What the fuck did Blaine do?"

Fidgeting slightly, Kurt sighs. "For anyone that doesn't want to learn more about my sex life than their sexuality can take, now's the time to leave." Not a single one of them even blinks so he just huffs and continues on. "Okay... so remember when we did West Side Story and Rachel decided that in order to play a woman in love she needed to lose her virginity? She uh... may not have been alone in that."

It takes some longer than others, but Sebastian had caught on right away. Oh Jesus. Fucking really? And here I thought only 'Maria' was that stupid.

The one with the mohawk, Puck, glares and throws his hands out. "Wait wait wait. That's why you guys broke up?! He tried to sleep with you to make him a better fucking actor?"

Assuming the blonde one is Sam, he says, "Hold on, what the hell does that have to do with our dance practice?"

The Asian one mumbles, "Yeah, not that that's not totally screwed up, but that doesn't really explain what happened today."

Kurt picks his coffee back up and starts spinning it on the table. "Well... yes and no. I was already upset with Blaine about something when I figured out the virginity part of the plan. The reason I went off on him today was because he said that to Sam."

All the guys get quiet and the blonde one blushes. "It's not that big of a deal, dude. I'm sure I'll hear worse."

Kurt glares. "Not from our 'friends' and not in front of me, you sure as hell won't. He has absolutely no leg to stand on. He called you cheap just because you were trying to help provide for your family. Screw that. You were right. You teaching us a few stripper moves doesn't make us cheap or any of the other shit he said. The only people we ever go up against don't try to use sex appeal and frankly it's the main thing teenagers have, according to porn."

The tallest one had unfortunately taken a drink just as he'd said that and was left sputtering and coughing, but Puck grinned. "Oh my god. Kurt Hummel is talking about porn."

Blushing, Kurt huffs. "Shut up, Puckerman. I'm an 18 year old virgin. Of course I watch porn. The point is, Sam was right. All he was trying to do was help us get an edge when we only have two female voices to round out our group. We should use the sex angle. His 'boy band' moves just aren't going to cut it. Most of you guys have dated Santana, what do you think the chances are that they aren't going to be shaking their asses and playing up the all female angle for everything they're worth?"

At this point, Sebastian is about to pop up and start asking questions himself, because none of them are asking the right ones. Okay, sure. The blonde being a stripper had side tracked him for a few minutes, but he still wants to hear more about what actually caused the break up. Luckily the kid in the wheelchair seems to have also caught that slip up.

"You said you were already mad when you found out about virginity-gate. What else had he done?"

Kurt sits up straight and looks around at all of their faces before looking back at the boy with the glasses. "Okay seriously, Artie. Some of you have had slight homophobic tendencies in the past, so if you really want me to answer that, be aware that there's a TMI warning attached."

Artie scoffs. "Come on, I know I've said some screwed up things before but I've never actually cared that you're gay. None of us have. Well, maybe Puck."

The tall one snorts. "Please. The number of times I've caught them snuggling on the couch watching TV in the past month-"

Kurt reaches over and smacks him on the back of the head. "Shut up, Finn. You know it wasn't like that and if cuddling keeps him from sleeping with teachers..."

Puck shrugs. "Gotta get my contact in somehow. Besides, he makes me wear boxers, so it totally doesn't count as gay."

Artie arches an eyebrow, grinning. "He makes you-"

Kurt throws his hands up. "Guys! We're getting a bit sidetracked here!"

After a chorus of mumbled apologies, Kurt continues. "Okay... the week before the musical, there was this guy hitting on Blaine. He's a Warbler, and I found them here, and the guy was flirting with him, and Blaine wasn't exactly throwing up stop signs. So I got a little... territorial."

Puck smirks and opens his mouth but Kurt just glares until he shuts it. "Anyway, after that, the guy offered to sneak us into the gay bar in town. Since I had been trying to get into Blaine's tiny, ridiculous pants for weeks, I agreed. Then he spent the whole damn night dancing with Sebastian." Stopping to make sure everyone else was still paying attention, he fidgets again. "When we were leaving, he'd had a bit to drink and I guess he had decided after talking to Artie -by the way, thanks a lot for that Artie- that he had to lose his virginity."

The kid in the wheelchair winces. "I didn't think they'd be creepy about it! I just thought if they were holding out for some stupid reason, to get over it! I knew they were both in love, so it didn't make sense to me! Especially you guys! You're 18! You can't tell me you weren't climbing the walls."

Huffing, Kurt says, "While that may be true, it still doesn't mean I want to have sex for the first time with a drunk groper, in the back of my car, in a parking lot, because his director told him to."

"What?!" This was shouted almost simultaneously by all five guys. While they all scramble to ask more questions, Kurt puts his hands up.

"It's fine. I was putting him in the car, and he pulled me in and was too drunk to realize or care that I was saying no. I got out and screamed at him, and he walked home. It wasn't until the next day that I realized he was in on virginity-gate and that's when I dumped him. We all know he makes an ass of himself when he drinks, but going through all of that just so he can be a better Tony? No."

Finn, Puck, and Sam are all sending out murder vibes, so it's the Asian that finally pipes up with, "So that's what you meant today. About him having no room to be all 'holier than thou'."

Kurt nods. "Yes, Mike. Seriously, Sam teaching us body rolls is not in any way worse than what he did that night. And I'm not even sure how drunk he was. He said he only had one beer."

Puck glares. "I don't care if he almost died of alcohol poisoning. No means no, dude. Are you sure you're okay?"

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Yes, Noah. I'm fine. It's been over a month. But now you understand why the girls' attempts to get us back together are rather pointless, right?"

Finn growls. "Oh, that shit stops now." He turns to Kurt. "I'm assuming you don't want us to tell anyone, so it won't get back to Burt, so I can't tell her why, but I'll shut Rachel down on that. Trust me."

The other guys are also scowling. Kurt cocks an eyebrow at them and says, "What?"

Mike shrugs, "We're trying to figure out the best way to get his ass out of our school and back to Dalton without being arrested or expelled."

Kurt gapes at him. "What?! We can't do that. We need him for sectionals!"

They all scoff, and Finn answers, "No, we sure as fuck don't. I'd rather lose to Santana that have that douche on our team. I think we should just go to Mr. Shue about this."

Glaring, Kurt spits out, "No! There's no way in hell he won't call my dad after the Karofsky shit. Especially since the election, every adult on staff is terrified that Dad will take out his rage about what happened last year on the school now that he has the power to do so."

Puck grunts. "Maybe he should. Karofsky-"

"Has apologized and is now a texting buddy. Let this go, guys." Kurt glares around the table. It's clear they're confused, but let it go.

Finn eventually breaks the silence. "Seriously though, Kurt. I don't want that asshole on the team. How do we get rid of him?"

Kurt sighs and pulls out his phone. "Don't worry. I recorded our break up so I have him on tape admitting he assaulted me. He'll go quietly. Just remember, all of this is for your ears only. If any of you tells another soul, it'll be your ass. No parents, no girlfriends, no cuddling partners. Lips sealed."

Puck grins and leans closer, wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulder. "Come on, Kurt. You know you're the only person I cuddle."

Kurt smirks but doesn't reply. Finn shifts uncomfortably. "He may not have been talking to you, dude."

Sam turns to Finn with wide eyes before turning back to Kurt, "You total whore. You've been cuddling with all three of us? How did we not all know about this?"

Kurt doesn't even look up from his text. "Because I'm sneakier than you guys are. Besides, what makes you think there's just three of you?"

Seb snorts softly into his coffee cup at the horrified looks on the boys' faces.

Sebastian isn't sure what he expects to happen after the conversation he'd overheard. Mostly he tries to ignore it and continue studying for his finals. He'd gone to the New Directions sectionals and been only slightly surprised to not see Blaine among the ranks. He'd sat with the Warblers and cheered and clapped like he would have for anyone else, but he was trying so hard to not look around for Blaine or wonder what happened that he was afraid he was going to break something. He also had to admit that they were right, playing up the sexy, stripper angle had definitely helped them win. And if it made him watch Kurt's waist and ass a bit more than he should, well, no one had to know.

In hindsight, he probably should have expected a navy bedecked Blaine to be waiting in the senior commons on Monday. The only explanation he'd given for his 'triumphant return' was that he just never felt like McKinley was a great fit. Since he and Kurt hadn't worked out, he felt it was time to come home. Sebastian had snorted, but not commented.

The following week, Seb had toyed with the idea of continuing with his plans to get into Blaine's pants... but for some reason the urge was just gone. Since his return, he'd been welcomed like a king. Sebastian half expected to walk into Warbler practice to find Trent fanning him while Thad fed him grapes.

He seemed to be the only one, besides maybe Jeff and Nick, that wasn't bowing to his every whim. Luckily, he was on the council and he had blackmail on John, so he overruled the suggestions that Blaine take all the solos and perform female pop songs. He'd conceded one solo and part of the group number, but kept most of the group solo parts and the closing song for himself for regionals. Blaine may be the prodigal son, but he'd still abandoned them, and in so doing, had given up his throne and crown.

Now Sebastian's only problem was trying to put everything past him and move on. He had what he'd wanted. Blaine was there, ripe for the taking. He was clearly heartbroken, back with the Warblers, and was doing everything he could to suck up to the council. He had at least three different ways to trick him into bed but he just wasn't interested anymore. Instead, he got to hear all about the amazing boyfriend that the boy had lost.

All Blaine talked about was Kurt, trying to win him back, and about how stupid he'd been to have lost him. The more sympathetic Warblers had even helped him with ideas of wooing him again, gifts to send, gestures to make, anything they could think of. Sebastian had flat refused his proposal to go and sing to him as a group. Most of the Warblers had looked secretly relieved, mumbling under their breaths something about 'Gap Attack'.

Sebastian was doing a pretty poor job of trying to focus on a discussion the Warblers were having one day at practice when suddenly the doors to the room burst open and Kurt stomped in, followed by Finn and Sam. Both of the boys wearing letterman jackets dropped sizable boxes on the floor beside Kurt before he nodded at them and Finn mumbled, "We'll be in the nav, text if you need us." and walking back out.

Sebastian, like most of the Warblers, were confused and trying to peek into the boxes. One seemed to be filled with hair gels, bow ties, pictures, and small odds and ends. The other was filled with flowers, boxes of chocolates, small stuffed animals, cards, and other assorted 'I'm sorry' merchandise. Blaine had scrambled to his feet and taken a step forward, which was a mistake.

Kurt crossed his arms and cocked a hip out, glaring at him. "What the hell, Blaine? It's been over a month, this shit needs to stop."

Blaine blushed but stepped a bit closer. "Can we talk about this in private, Kurt?"

Scoffing, Kurt throws his arms up. "No! No, we can't! You got to embarrass the hell out of me in front of my school, it's only fair that I get to do the same." Jeff tilts his head questioningly and Kurt surprisingly turns to him. "Oh, I guess you weren't one of the morons helping him. He sent me most of that crap to the school. Some of which arrived in the lunchroom, the rest of it, came during class."

Jeff and Nick both wince before resuming their stares to the floor, refusing to be involved in Kurt's wrath. The slimmer boy turns back to Blaine. "What the hell were you thinking? I go to McKinley, Blaine! They don't like it when gay boys have nice things! Especially from other gay boys. Thanks to you I've had half the fucking football team walking me around like I'm the Queen of England to fend off attacks from jerks."

Nick gasps and sits up straighter, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

Kurt huffs but looks at him kindly. "No, thankfully when they finally made their move Puck was just a minute late after class. He'd fallen asleep and was getting yelled at. By the time the asshole had me against the locker, Puck showed up. I was worried he'd get in trouble, because the guy wasn't moving... but by the time we all got sent to the principal, the huge bruise had sprung up on my hip so I could prove our story. My dad came down with a holy vengeance and Figgins announced that anyone seen looking at me too closely would be suspended. So the glares have finally stopped. But enough is enough, Blaine! I told you we aren't getting back together. You know what you did, no amount of teddy bears is going to make up for it!"

Blaine flushes but steps closer and tries to whisper, "Look, I admit, that was stupid. I forgot about how homophobic your school can be, but come on, Kurt! We're meant to be together!"

Kurt glares. "No, we're not. I assumed we were because you were the first out and proud gay boy I'd met and I thought the sun shined out of your ass. But we both know that you couldn't live up to the hype. Even if we took everything that happened surrounding the musical out of this, I can't trust you when you're drunk. Apparently, one beer and you turn into Charlie Sheen. And I just can't handle that, Blaine. I deserve better than a boyfriend that let's other people flirt with them and then does what you did that night."

Blaine throws his hands up. "I was drunk! People do stupid things when they drink!"

Kurt just smiles sadly. "I know. The first time I drank I threw up on Miss Pillsbury. That's why I don't drink anymore. But no matter what stupid decisions you make in the name of alcohol, you keep drinking. And I'm done. Stop sending me crap. Stop calling me. Stop texting me. If you start throwing pebbles at my window, I swear to god Blaine, I'll send Finn and Sam out. Leave me alone." Glaring at Blaine for a few extra seconds to make sure he's going to stay quiet, Kurt turns to the Warblers. "Sorry I interrupted practice guys, but for future reference, stop helping Blaine with his love interests. I think we all remember the Gap Attack."

Kurt nods at Sebastian and then turns to leave without another word. Most of the guys move forward to console Blaine but Jeff and Nick glance quickly at each other before bolting for the door to follow Kurt. Cocking an eyebrow, Sebastian decides to follow them.

They'd caught up with Kurt on the stairs and were walking with him outside, Sebastian stays a few feet back but doesn't try to hide his presence. Kurt glances back at him but otherwise pretends he doesn't exist.

"-bout them, but you know they've always been blind to his faults." Nick shrugs.

Kurt smirks and bumps shoulders with him. "I seem to remember you guys being just as bad. What happened to shake your faith in the almighty savior?"

Jeff glares forward. "He treated a friend of ours, that was way too good for him anyway, like shit."

Kurt smiles at him and lays his head on his shoulder as they walk out the main door. "Thanks, hun. But really, don't cause problems just for me. I'm sure you guys are glad to have him back in the spotlight. I know I'm glad that our school finally got their shit together. I can't wait to figure out our set list for regionals. The girls will be amazing."

Sebastian finally gets tired of not being part of the conversation and pipes up with, "Should you really be sharing so much information about your plans for competition?"

Kurt lifts his head and looks back at him. "Well, it's not like I'm giving much away. And what are you going to do, recruit girls? I was the only one on the Warblers that stood a chance against them, so we don't have anything to worry about."

Nick waves his hands to regain their attention. "Not important! What I really want to know is why there was a blonde guy with you and your brother. And why you mentioned someone named Sam being able to come out of your house in the middle of the night. If you're dating that hot blonde guy and didn't tell us, let alone rub it in Blaine's face, I'll never forgive you, Kurt."

Kurt giggles and loops his arms through Nick's as he walks into the parking lot. Looking up, Sebastian spots the two boys from before leaning against a Lincoln Navigator and watching Kurt carefully.

"No, I'm not dating Sam. He's staying with us for awhile and has a tendency to climb into my bed at night, but it's strictly platonic."

Apparently they'd been just close enough for the boys to overhear him because Sam calls out, "I don't know how strictly it'll stay if I keep waking up to Puck's boner poking me in the back, dude. You can't trust sex sharks."

Kurt shrugs, unconcerned. "It's not my fault that Dad made a rule that it was all or nothing. Apparently he doesn't trust me not to randomly sleep with straight guys, but he trusts me not to have open orgies with them. I'll never understand his logic."

Finn blushes. "I think he assumes that with me in the bed that would keep anything from happening."

Sam snorts, but Kurt rolls his eyes. "Actually, I think the main thing that keeps anything from happening is the fact that you're all straight. But whatever. Dad seriously overestimates my sex appeal if he thinks I can somehow trick the hottest guys in school into sleeping with me."

Grinning, Sam tilts his head. "Well, we are all sleeping with you. You just make us all wear pants, so it's not the kind he's worried about."

Jeff giggles, "He makes you wear-"

Kurt groans. "Oh god, not this again."

Sebastian finally pops up with, "Oh, no. Please, let him finish the question, I'm rather curious. Did you actually have to tell the 'straight' guys that pants weren't optional? Because I think I see why your dad was worried."

Finn blushes again. "Let's just say that at first it was just boxers that had to stay on, but an incident happened that required more protection."

Kurt laughs. "I swear, the only reason it's necessary is to keep the flailing down to a minimum. I don't understand how you guys shared a locker room for years without a problem but a little morning wood had you freaking out."

Smiling, Sam points out, "Hey, I was fine. I went to a boarding school, morning boners happen. It was just Finn that went flying."

Finn bursts out with, "It's totally different! Seeing someone's junk out of the corner of your eye on the way to the shower is not the same as waking up to the tip of your bro's dick touching you!"

Kurt giggles again. "It's okay, sweetie. Puck wears pants now. And I promised to lay between you from now on so the big bad shark can't get you." Kurt shakes his head. "I really can't wait til next year. You guys can all cuddle your respective girlfriends and maybe I can finally find someone to crawl into my bed for the right reasons."

Sam pouts. "Not me. Even if I manage to get Mercedes to dump that guy, I'll still be a minor. I have to wait two years. Besides, we all know all it's going to take for you to get a guy in bed is for you to leave this backwards town with only four gay guys. Two of which seem to be paired off already."

Jeff and Nick shrug apologetically. Jeff pipes up with, "Sorry. We've been together for years. Besides we offered him a threesome last year, but he's too romantic."

Kurt smacks him. "Oh my god! My brother is right there, you ass."

Finn grins sheepishly. "Hey, I'm not gonna judge. Not after all the crap you've had to listen to between Rachel, Quinn, and Santana. Just yeah... no details."

Kurt sighs, tilting his head back. "On that note, I think it's time to go. I've embarrassed myself enough today."

As he's pulling his keys out, Finn says, "So, we know Jeff and Nick from when you went here, but who's the other dude?"

When Kurt turns to look at him, Seb just cocks an eyebrow and smirks at him. Kurt rolls his eyes. "This is, I guess, the fourth gay guy in town, unless you counted me, so fifth. He's the guy I told you about that kept flirting with Blaine. Sebastian, this is my adoptive-as-of-last-year brother, Finn, and Sam, our friend."

Finn and Sam both scowl at him with sudden dislike. Kurt snorts. "Don't bother guys. He was just trying to get into his pants, who really cares anymore? Besides, if he hadn't tried, I'd probably still be with him. So it's all for the best." Smirking, Kurt turns to him. "Any luck yet, Sebby?"

Sebastian takes a second to think before he smirks and leans forward, whispering, "Who said I was still trying?"

Kurt frowns at him for a second before shaking himself. "You're a strange guy. Anyway, I gotta get home and make dinner. It was great seeing you guys again!" Kurt hugs Jeff and Nick and walks around the Navigator. "Text me later and we'll go see a movie or something. Who knows, maybe I can get one of my platonic cuddlers to pretend to be my date or something."

After they pile into the truck and it pulls away, Seb turns to Jeff and Nick. "If you guys let me crash that movie night and get him to come alone, I'll pull Blaine's solo in the group number for regionals and split it with you guys instead."

Staring at him for long seconds, like tying to figure out a puzzle, Jeff finally smiles widely. "Done. But if you use him or hurt him, Mystery Meat Monday is going to be a lot less mysterious for some of us."

Sebastian smirks. "No problem."

It's only after Sebastian has gone back to his room without even attempting to finish Warbler practice that he realizes what he's done.

I just basically asked Kurt Hummel out on a date. What the fuck. How in the hell did I go from wanting Blaine briefly stretched across my bed to wanting to double date with Kurt and Niff?

Seb sits carefully down in his desk chair and turns to face his laptop before giving up all pretense and banging his head on the desk.

What the fuck am I going to do? There's no way in hell Kurt will agree to this. He thinks I'm just some manwhore who goes around stealing boyfriends. The only frame of reference he has toward me at all is that I tried to convince Blaine to cheat on him with me. Best I can hope for is he doesn't find out about my lapse in judgment.

Standing abruptly, Sebastian strides for the door and jogs down the hall, banging on Jeff's door. He'd followed them up the stairs so they should both be in there, and hopefully not too... occupied to answer.

It only takes a few seconds for the door to open and Seb sees Nick stretched across Jeff's bed searching through a history book for their homework assignment. Jeff cocks an eyebrow at him and says, "Yeeees?"

Quickly looking back down at the blonde, Sebastian blurts out, "New deal. You don't say anything to Kurt about me ever again and you get the group number solos. Disregard that last request immediately."

Jeff bites his cheek like he's trying not to smile and answers, "Um, okay. Sure, man. So you don't want to double date with us then?"

Seb flinches slightly. "It's not- that's not really wh-" … "Look, we both know that guy is never going to take me seriously. So let's just forget I had that bad case of verbal diarrhea. You guys will still get to sing at regionals, and I won't die of humiliation. Deal?"

If Sebastian had known Jeff a bit better, he might have known not to trust his amused smirk at all when he'd piped up with, "Deal!"

Unfortunately, Sebastian didn't, so he let out a huge sigh of relief and headed back to his room.

Jeff was already dialing before he even shut the door.

Sebastian had decided to cancel Wednesday's Warbler practice so that he could do Christmas shopping. At the time, he'd thought it was a good idea to keep his mind off of the embarrassment he felt anytime he looked at Nick or Jeff. Now he was just wondering what the ever loving shit he was thinking. It was barely a week until Christmas and the mall was packed. Not to mention, he had no idea what he was looking for. He just had a list of people and the vague idea that money could buy happiness if you were motivated enough.

He'd already been at the mall for over an hour before he finally sits on a bench and goes through his list, trying to write ideas out to the side so he knows where to start. Clearly the whole 'browse til you find something awesome' idea was stupid.

He's just writing down 'something pink' when he hears someone clear their throat in front of him. Looking up, Sebastian finds pretty much his worst nightmare standing in front of him wrapped in a thick scarf and clutching a coffee cup.

As Kurt tilts his head slightly and cocks an eyebrow, Sebastian sputters. "Wha- uh... Hey, Kurt. What are you doing here?"

Smirking slightly, Kurt takes a sip of his coffee before answering. "A little bird told me that you would be here, struggling under the weight of Christmas shopping and might require some help."

Seb frowns before something in his brain clicks. Scowling slightly he forces out, "That 'little bird' wouldn't happen to look like a bleached out Justin Bieber would it?"

Kurt smiles, "Oh! You've seen it, too? That's nice. So what are you shopping for?"

Sebastian gapes for a second. "Uh, I have no idea. I have a lot of family that comes in from France for the holidays and-" Before he can finish his explanation, Kurt snags the list out of his hand and looks it over. After a few seconds, he huffs.

"Something pink? That's helpful. Can I at least have ages for these people, and relationship status?"

Seb takes the paper back and goes back down the list. Once it's properly labeled, he hands it back to Kurt, still confused. Kurt looks it over again before nodding and tucking the list into his own pocket. Then he reaches down to grab Sebastian's hand and starts dragging him toward the other end of the mall.

"What- where are we going?"

Kurt shrugs before calling over his shoulder, "To the toy store. To find something pink for your six year old sister."

Not really having anything to say to that, Sebastian just blinks down at their hands as he's dragged through the mall. He's not really sure how Kurt is doing it, but they haven't touched anyone through the whole stumbling trip toward Toys'R'us. In the hour Seb had spent alone, he'd gotten three bruises and a jammed thumb from being shoved around by the crowds. Now Kurt seemed to somehow be parting the sea or snaking his way through with little-to-no effort. He was still drinking his coffee for fuck's sake.

Deciding not to question it until he'd gotten the help he needed, in case he managed to put his foot in his mouth, Sebastian just clung to the hand holding his and followed as closely as he could.

An hour and a half later, loaded with bags, Sebastian walks down toward the food court, Kurt chattering at him and waving his arms. He still had no idea how this had happened. Or what this was really supposed to be, but he was afraid to pull at the thread.

They'd agreed after he'd finally crossed off his Aunt Marion, getting her a fairly pricey silk scarf that even she wouldn't be able to complain about, that they deserved more coffee and maybe a cookie.

They're only about half way there when Kurt falls suddenly quiet and Sebastian looks over to find the smaller boy studying him like a math problem. Fighting a blush, Seb huffs. "What?"

Kurt raises an eyebrow and answers, "Just wondering why you backed out of asking me out last week. Jeff said you seemed embarrassed or something, but I couldn't picture that. So when he said you had canceled practice to shop, I figured it was a good time to hang out and get a read on you. But I still don't really understand."

No longer able to hide his blush, Sebastian mumbles, "So much for solos at regionals. He's going to be a back-up dancer forever." Eventually he turns to face Kurt and sighs. "Look, when I told him I was interested in crashing your movie, I wasn't really thinking clearly. I'm used to people liking me and not having to try very hard. I had sort of forgotten that I'd been a total asshole to you."

When all Kurt does is watch him quietly like he's waiting for the rest, Sebastian looks to the ground in front of him. "When I realized what I'd done, I tried to tell him nevermind. I didn't want to embarrass the hell out of myself for no reason. I know the impression I left on you, you'd have no reason to believe I had anything but the worst intentions."

Kurt seems to think about this for a second before conceding. "Okay, valid point. What about now?"

Looking back up at him, Seb stops in place. "What about now?"

Crossing his arms, Kurt elaborates, "Well, clearly I'm not going to jump into bed with you. I already told you I only date monogamously, and I told you that before you wanted to sneak-attack-date me. So what is it, exactly, that you want?"

Sebastian shifts the bags in his hands nervously. "I haven't dated in a long time. I tried it for awhile, in France. But it never worked out. Either I got bored, or they did. I was never really able to stay focused on one person. No one was interesting enough." Seb shrugs a little. "You're a lot of things, Kurt. But boring sure as fuck isn't on the list. I'd like to try dating you. If you want to take it slow, that's fine. I definitely understand."

Kurt watches him silently for a few seconds before leaning closer. "I'm guessing you know I'm a virgin. So if we date, we're going to have to go pretty slow. And I do expect my boyfriend to be faithful."

Understanding that he'd probably be giving up all rights to any sex not involving his own hand for who knows how long, Seb smirks and leans forward. "I've known for longer than I'm willing to admit that I'd rather date you than fuck anyone else. I can wait."

Kurt smiles, pleased before stepping closer and leaning up a little to press his lips to Sebastian's. Shocked, it takes him a second to realize what's happening, but when he does he leans closer and wraps one arm, still laden with bags, loosely around Kurt's waist. The kiss is brief and fairly chaste, but more than he was expecting so quickly and in such a public place. As Kurt leans back, Seb licks his lips and smirks.

"Okay, let's go get that coffee before I end up making a scene or something."

Kurt grins and reaches to take the lightest bags, freeing up one of Sebastian's hands. Clasping the newly freed appendage, Kurt leads him toward the coffee kiosk.

They take their coffees, cookies carefully balanced on top, to an empty bench a little closer to the food court than they'd wanted. After they'd both settled their bags, Kurt turns toward Seb a bit more and crosses his legs, pressing the side of his thigh against Sebastian's. Seb puts an arm on the back of the bench and turns to face him as much as he can before asking,

"Okay, so as much fun as it's been watching you dominate the mall, what are the chances that you can stick around for dinner tonight?"

Kurt smiles but shakes his head. "Sorry. It's a school night, I have to be back in Lima before 8 o'clock or my dad gets really worried."

Sebastian nods. "So, this weekend, if I was to come to your house..."

Kurt smiles. "There's a great Chinese place in town that is a bit too pricey for high-schoolers, so we wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted. If you think you can handle the bill that is."

Laughing at the smirk aimed his way, mainly due to Kurt gaping at him earlier for spending ungodly amounts of money on family members he doesn't even like, Sebastian breaks off a piece of his cookie and smiles at him. "Somehow I think I can swing it."

Kurt takes a sip. "Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure you spent a fairly large portion of your trust fund today."

Seb wants to stick his tongue out, but is doing his best to pretend not to be a child. Instead he shrugs. "Actually, I stole my dad's card for today. Everything except my brother and sister's presents is 'From the Smythes' not just me. He pays for my presents for Ana and Bale if I pick out everyone else's. That means he and Mom only have to worry about the terrors. Much less stressful."

Kurt smiles and nudges his knee against Seb's. "You're kind of adorable when you talk about your family."

Sebastian blushes and takes a drink before looking back at Kurt. "Okay, so just to be clear, we're dating now right? For the first time in about five years, I have a boyfriend."

Kurt smirks. "Damn right. Gimme your phone." Setting his coffee between his knees so he can type his number into the contacts and send himself a text, Kurt smirks and passes the phone back.

When Seb takes it, he laughs.

To Kurt: Hey, Boo! (Heart)

He's still smirking at it when he gets a return ping.

From Kurt: You're really hot when you smirk.

Looking up from his phone, Seb turns it off and slides it back into his pocket. "Oh really? I thought you hated my smirk."

Kurt shrugs, sliding his phone into his jacket pocket. "Only when it was aimed at me over my ex's head. Now it just looks like you're thinking about me naked. It's a pretty nice thought."

Seb leans forward, bracing his arm on the back of the bench. "That's because I usually am." Noticing Kurt's blush and the way he's staring at Sebastian's lips, the taller boy leans forward to kiss him again. They lose a few minutes to soft, panting breaths and seeking tongues before Kurt finally remembers they're in public.

Leaning back quickly while pressing a hand to Seb's shoulder he mumbles, "Whoops." and giggles.

Sebastian is smirking again and opening his mouth to retort when they're interrupted by a slightly outraged, "Whoops?! Is that really all you have to say?!"

Both Kurt and Sebastian turn and blink in surprise at Blaine and the rest of the Warblers staring at them in shock. It was, of course, Blaine who had shouted.

Sighing, Kurt gathers up the trash from their drinks and tosses them into the convenient trash can beside them before helping Seb gather his bags. Only then does he look back up at the group.

"Yes, Blaine. Whoops. As in, 'Damn. Didn't mean to make out with my boyfriend in public, we should probably find somewhere private for that.' Not that it's any of your damn business."

Sebastian takes his hand and tries to lead Kurt away from the gaping idiots but is stopped again but Blaine almost screeching, "Boyfriend?! You and Sebastian?! Are you freaking kidding me?"

Seb turns to Kurt. "I don't know who he's insulting. Is he upset because you already have a boyfriend and I'm hotter than he is, or is he upset because the guy that was trying to break you guys up succeeded and ran off with the 'wrong boy'?"

Kurt giggles. "Probably both. He was always under the impression that he was doing me a favor by dating me. Like I should have been grateful that he eventually decided that I was good enough for him. Sadly the thing he's probably most upset about right now is that no one here is denying that you're hotter than he is."

Jeff pops up from the back of the crowd, grinning. "That's because it's true. Seb looks like an underwear model and Blaine uses too much hair gel. And don't get me started on the not wearing socks."

Jeff and Nick step out of the crowd, arm in arm, and walk toward Seb and Kurt. Nick bounces a little. "So, does this mean we can go on that double date now?"

Kurt shrugs. "Sure. Not tonight, I have to get home. And Friday Bas is going to have to brave the hell that is date night in Lima. But maybe Saturday, or next weekend."

Sebastian takes the hand holding Kurt's and uses it to wrap his arm around Kurt's neck, pulling him closer and still holding their hands against Kurt's chest and responds, "We'll work it out at school tomorrow. Kurt has to leave soon and I wasn't done yet. So I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Without another backward glance at the other Warblers, Sebastian leads Kurt out to the parking lot. He walks Kurt to the Navigator because it's easier to find and Kurt says, "Hop in, I'll drive you to your car."

Piling the bags into the back seat, Seb barely gets the passenger door shut when Kurt attacks him, face first. Leaning forward over the console, Sebastian takes his time mapping out and memorizing every corner of Kurt's mouth before eventually leaning back to breathe.

Kurt whimpers slightly but leans all the way back in his seat. "Okay, I really need to keep reminding myself that I'm not that kind of boy and go home. Where did you park?"

After some muttered directions and hand gestures, Kurt pulls up behind his car and Sebastian turns to look at him again.

"Thanks for giving me a chance. I promise to try really hard not to screw it up."

Kurt's smile is bright and a little dazed looking. "Well, you're off to a great start. You already seem way more attracted to me than Blaine ever did. That helps."

Sebastian frowns. "You guys dated for months, I'm assuming there was some sort of mutual orgasms going on, even if you are a virgin, how did he not seem attracted to you?"

Kurt blushes and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "We um... we never did that. About a week before we broke up, we were in his room, and I asked him if he found me boring... He said we were young and that we were in high school. And when I said something about like... wanting to rip each others clothes off, he made a joke about not being able to because of the layers..." Kurt trails off slowly, noticing Sebastian's horrified gaze. "What?"

Sebastian has to take a minute to process this information. The idiot had Kurt alone in his room, asking questions about sex and he blew him off?! And not in the good way?! Are you fucking serious? What the hell was he waiting on?!

After a few long seconds of silence, Sebastian slowly asks him, "Are you sure Blaine's gay?" At Kurt's shocked laugh, he adds, "No. Legit question. I don't think he is. If he is, he's doing it wrong. Having a boyfriend as hot as you are, with an ass like yours, and not making damn sure that you knew he was into you? I'm not sure he's as gay as he thinks he is."

Kurt giggles, blushing and says, "No, he is. He even tested the theory. Last year he got drunk and made out with a girl. Then when he tried again, sober, he proclaimed himself 100% gay."

Seb cocks an eyebrow. "That he even had to test it that late in the game should answer some questions." Watching Kurt carefully, Sebastian points to an empty space a close by. "Can you park again for a second. We need to talk about something."

Kurt frowns but pulls into the parking spot and turns his truck off. He turns nervously in his seat to face Seb.

Taking a deep breath, Sebastian picks a spot on the dash and says, "Okay. So... I'm going to be really honest here, and hopefully enough of it will be positive that you won't dump me and run me over with your truck." When the only response he gets is silence, he continues. "When we first met, I was very much trying to fuck your boyfriend. To be fair, I didn't know he had a boyfriend until about 30 seconds before I met you, but that wasn't really a deal breaker. It was just sex, why would I care? I wasn't the one cheating."

Glancing over, Kurt's face has frozen. It wasn't news, but it probably wasn't the best thing to be reminded of. Clearing his throat, Sebastian adds, "Right away, I could tell you guys were virgins and frankly, you seemed really uptight and controlling and weird. Blaine was admittedly also weird, but I thought it was your influence. All I'd heard since I moved here was how awesome he was. And despite his fashion choices, he was pretty hot. Especially by Ohio standards where there are no gay guys. And I hadn't seen you, or your ass yet. So, he seemed like the best option."

Refusing to meet his eyes now, Sebastian winces. "That night, at Scandals, I came outside to wait for my cab. I saw what at first looked like two guys hooking up in the back of a car. After a few seconds I realized that wasn't what was happening, so I ran over to see if I could help. By the time I got close enough, and before I could call the cops, you got out and starts screaming. I saw the whole thing from that point on. Blaine acting like a douche, trying to blame you for him being a drunk asshole, and then him storming off like a Disney Princess. I hid so you wouldn't see me, because I figured the last thing you needed to deal with at that point was the guy trying to steal that asshole away from you."

Sebastian scratches his hand through the back of his hair. "After that, I tried to convince myself that the best thing I could do would be to break you guys up. I figured Blaine wasn't cut out to be a boyfriend, if that was how he acted, and I told myself that you were better off alone than with that douchebag. I was still convinced that when you broke up, I'd fuck him and be done with the whole thing. So that's what I did. I ran into you at the coffee shop and listened in on your phone call. I knew more than they did about why you were pissed at Blaine but I was honestly surprised that you seemed like you were going to make up with him. Why not just dump him? So I figured I'd poke at it some more."

Scoffing, Seb turns to look at him again. "I'm still confused about Tony. As much as people like to talk about how it's a musical about gang violence and shit, it's West Side Story. A gay guy can totally play Tony. All the man does is dance around and sing about love. He not even in the gang anymore! He doesn't need to be that butch! And have you seen your arms?! Sorry! Sidetracked. Anyway, the point is, I went, and I saw you and when I was talking to you all I was thinking about was what a shitty boyfriend he was. I never let myself think about why it bothered me that he wasn't good enough for you. I just kept hoping you'd break up. And then you did."

Kurt smirks, and breaks in on him. "Actually, that was your fault. You said something about how we'd probably been sleeping together for awhile and I realized that within the span of one week, he'd gone from 'masturbation is enough!' to 'let's just do it!'. That week just happened to be the week before opening night. So I confronted him about it, and sure enough, he and Rachel had both decided to lose their virginities so they could play Tony and Maria more convincingly."

Sebastian winced. "I know." At Kurt's wide eyed look, he amends, "Well, I guessed. I knew parts. I was uh... at the Lima Bean that day you told your friends. Something about a dance practice and Sam being a stripper? I was in the back, studying for finals and I heard most of it. Now, of course, I feel bad about eavesdropping, but at the time I just thought it was a good chance to find out what happened that pushed you over the edge. I didn't know I was the one that made you realize it though."

Kurt sighs. "I should be mad about it, but we were the idiots that thought having that conversation in public was smart. And obviously you haven't told anyone or I'd have heard about it by now. It's embarrassing that you heard all that, but oh well."

Sebastian shrugs. "It was nice to see you with your friends. Although I do have questions about the things I was overhearing, but we can save that for later." Noting Kurt's blush, Seb grins and continues, "The main point I wanted to bring up was that whatever the fuck Blaine was doing to make you wonder if you were attractive, is not going to be a problem with us. That day you told me about being on the football team I was so busy checking out your ass and trying to imagine you in football pants that the barista looked like she was going to throw my coffee at me. I had to tip her extra, because she'd called out my order like four times. I'm so into you it's slightly pathetic. I can never decide what my favorite part of you is. I'm not gonna lie, I noticed the ass first. But you also have amazing eyes. I didn't know eyes like that existed outside of romance novels. You're funny, and snarky, and awesome. The way you cut Blaine down at Dalton made me want to jump you, right there in front of everyone. The fact that you have half the football team in a school full of homophobes surrounding you like the secret service makes me slightly fearful and awed at the same time. You're just... perfect. And anyone that doesn't think so is deaf, blind, or stupid. So yeah..."

Sebastian tapers off into awkward silence for a bit, and looks away from Kurt, afraid of his reaction. Okay, so I've been stalking him a little bit. And I'm kind of obsessed with his ass. Those aren't necessarily bad things... right?

He's snapped out of his thoughts by Kurt suddenly clamoring over the center console of the nav. Catching on quickly, Seb reaches out to grab Kurt by the hips and pull him over into his lap. Kurt takes a quick second to reach down and slide the seat back as far as it will go and lean it back. As soon as they're as comfortable as they're going to get, Kurt sits back, directly over Sebastian's dick and making him groan slightly.

Kurt had obviously not done the move on purpose but when he hears his reaction, he grins slightly and rolls his hips, pressing slightly harder against him. Sebastian clenches his hands on Kurt's hips and groans, "If you really want to take things, slow, you should probably stop doing that."

Smiling widely, Kurt leans down to kiss Seb, this one much more frantic than the others they'd shared. It takes several attempts of pulling back before they manage to stop kissing for more than a few seconds. Eventually Kurt pants out against Sebastian's neck, "I'm starting to think slow is overrated. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not losing my virginity anytime soon, and definitely not in my car -I've already fought that battle once- but I really, really want to touch you."

Seb groans again and pulls Kurt back down for another kiss, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, sliding the other hand from Kurt's waist down to his ass, he palms him and squeezes roughly.

Kurt moans and rubs himself on Sebastian's lap again, tugging at the back of his hair. It doesn't take long before Kurt is moaning into Sebastian's ear, whispering, "As much fun as this is, if I come in these pants, you can't imagine the problems that will cause."

Laughing slightly, Seb moves his hands down to start undoing Kurt's pants, watching his face carefully to make sure he's okay with that development. The zipper is barely parted before Kurt reaches down for Sebastian's. Taking a second to whip his henley over his head, Sebastian leans back on the seat and watches as Kurt nervously reaches into his pants to grasp Seb's dick. Groaning at the feeling of the slightly sweaty, tight fist sliding along his cock, Seb surges forward to pull him back into a kiss.

By the time he manages to get his own hand wrapped around Kurt he can tell this isn't going to take long at all. Panting heavily into Kurt's neck, Sebastian arches up with a soft grunt when Kurt presses their cocks together. When he feels Kurt trying to wrap his fingers around both of them, he bites lightly into his neck, sucking a deep bruise in. Mine.

Kurt groans again, speeding his hands up and mumbling nonsense into Sebastian's shoulder. All he can hear is vague words like 'God' 'Fuck' 'So good' and 'Bas'. When Kurt finally comes, gasping into Sebastian's sweaty neck and moaning a mangled version of his name, the added slickness of Kurt's come pushes Sebastian over the edge shortly afterward.

Kurt stops moving his hands but otherwise does nothing but collapse down onto Seb's chest. Taking a few minutes to catch his breath, Sebastian runs his fingers through the back of Kurt's hair, trying to get it to lay flat again. When the smaller boy finally recovers enough to sit up, he looks down at their chests and giggles. When Seb arches an eyebrow, Kurt says,

"Thank god I wear layers and you took your shirt off. Never thought about how easy the cleanup would be."

Seb smirks, rubbing his thumbs on Kurt's hipbones. "Sure, but next time we both get naked. It's so not fair that I still haven't seen you, but you've seen me."

Kurt blushes. "It's not like we don't have time. And I'll be sure to wear less layers on Friday." Ignoring Seb's smirk, Kurt reaches into the console and pulls out some wet wipes, cleaning them both up before leaning down on his chest again. "So, I got a bit distracted. What I wanted to say was that I'm kind of stupidly into you, too. Granted, I haven't been pining away like you have, but you've been so freaking adorable all day and I'd already noticed the hotness, of course. So the fact that you have this hidden romantic side is just amazing to me. I can't wait to get to know that side better."

Seb blushes but isn't about to question it. If he thinks stalking is adorably romantic, I'm not going to complain. I guess Twilight was good for something after all.

Before he can think of anything else to say, Kurt is glancing at the dash and cursing. "Shit, I'm supposed to be home in an hour. I gotta go." He quickly strips his sweater off and Seb consolidates his stuff enough to hand him one of the shopping bags.

"You can just tell them you were Christmas shopping. No peeking, etc."

As Kurt clamors back over to the driver's seat, Seb gets out and gathers his bags. Walking over to the driver's side, he waits for Kurt to roll the window down again and leans in for one more kiss.

"I'm going to text you in a minute, don't check it, you're driving. Just text me when you get home."

Kurt smirks. "You can just tell me to drive carefully and text so you know I got home safe. It's okay. It's a thing boyfriends do."

Sebastian blushes at being caught out but doesn't respond, just kisses him again and turns to walk away, calling over his shoulder, "Be careful!"

He throws his bags in the back and waits until Kurt has pulled away, and is safely out of the lot before he pulls his phone out and texts him. Then he starts his car and heads back to school. Warbler practice should be interesting tomorrow.

To Kurt: So, we need to talk about all these 'straight' boys sleeping in your bed...

Thanks for reading! ^_^