A/N: So, new fic, another alternate universe-spin on the events of S2E06 "Never Been Kissed", but this time, Sebastian's in Blaine's place, in Karofsky's place is Blaine and Sam (and here heavily based on two people who made my life hell), and pretty much riffing on the following episodes, most likely won't be as canon as Disturbia or One Day I'll Fly Away.
Kurt Hummel walked into Dalton Academy and found the place roaming with boys in navy blue blazers with red ties. Kurt had come from McKinley High as a spy for his Glee club, the New Directions.
"Hey, are you new?" A voice asked. Kurt looked up to see a boy with slicked-back brown hair and green eyes.
"Uh, y-yeah, I'm K-Kurt. I was just ex-exploring," Kurt stammered, turning red. The boy smiled and took Kurt's hand.
"I'm Sebastian. Come on, the Warblers are giving an impromptu performance," he said, pulling Kurt down the corridor. Feeling the breeze from the open windows, Kurt also felt a rush of excitement when Sebastian took his hand. Maybe he's gay, maybe this is a gay school, he thought.
"Seb, come on, where have you been?" A blond boy asked, pulling Sebastian into the room. Kurt stood by the door and watched as the Warblers began to sing:
"I can't help myself; I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke; I'm obsessively opposed to the typical
All we care about is runway models, Cadillacs, and liquor bottles
Give something I wanna be, retro glamour, Hollywood, yes we live in
The
"Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
'Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
"Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
'Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
"Fame, fame, baby
The fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame, baby
The fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame, baby?
A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame, baby
The fame, fame"
"So you're a spy, aren't you?" Sebastian asked, sitting across from Kurt in the Dalton café. Kurt's eyes widened in fear but Sebastian grinned and put his hand on Kurt's. "Don't worry. I'm not going to beat you up," he promised.
"The spy!" a voice exclaimed and Kurt flinched.
"Guys, really?" Sebastian demanded. Kurt looked up to see the blond boy from earlier, followed by a brunet. "Kurt, these inconsiderate bastards are Nick and Jeff," he introduced.
"Sorry, dude," the boy named Nick said, sitting down next to Kurt.
"So… the Warblers, huh? What do you think?" Sebastian winked. Kurt smiled shyly and shrugged.
"They're okay, I guess," he said.
"Okay?" Jeff looked scandalized. "We're a hell of a lot better than those old people we're facing at Sectionals and that stupidly-named Nude Erections!"
"Jeff, which club do you think Kurt is from?" Sebastian asked. Jeff froze and blushed.
"Sorry, Kurt," he apologized.
"Don't worry about it," Kurt sniggered, feeling comfortable around the three boys.
"You should really work on your tact, Jeffrey," Nick teased and Jeff elbowed him.
"These two, I wonder how they became my best friends," Sebastian stage-whispered to Kurt, who smiled.
"Excuse us for taking you under our wing, Sebby," Nick said. Sebastian scowled at the nickname, but said nothing.
"Anyway, I'm sure there's another reason you're here. I assume it's the zero-tolerance harassment policy?" Sebastian took note of the size of Kurt's wondering gray eyes. "Okay, Nick, Jeff, scram, I want to talk to Kurt alone."
"He's probably just going to eye-fuck the spy," Jeff whispered. Sebastian picked up the remains of his croissant and threw it after them, successfully hitting Jeff in the back of the head and making the blond squawk in surprise.
"Nice shot," Nick called back.
"I take it you're being bullied?" Sebastian folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. Kurt swallowed and nodded feebly. "What did they do to you?"
"It's usually these two guys, the leader is named Blaine, and his crony is Sam. They're both jocks and they love to make me miserable at every chance they get," Kurt explained. "Blaine's the smaller one, he's short and the one who does most of the emotional abuse. Sam's his best friend, the brawn and low on brains, thus representing the stereotype of blond guys, no offense to Jeff."
"Do you want some help?" Sebastian looked concerned.
"I don't know how you can help. Blaine and Sam, they're not too into talking things out," Kurt said. "I tried that once, and I ended up in the dumpster."
"I can be pretty persuasive," Sebastian smirked.
"Okay, if you think you can do it."