This fic idea was taken from a Klaine gifset somewhere on Tumblr, but it turned into Seblaine, so I feel kind of bad for admitting it. Dedicated to Dolly, because she let me convince her to love Sebastian.

All of Sebastian's songs are from Taylor Swifts albums. I did tweak them, but I tried to keep as few lyrics in the story as possible because of reasons I can tell you about if you really want to know. The title is also from Taylor Swift, but the chapter titles are mine.

All of Blaine's songs are by Darren Criss, and were not tweaked (i don't think).

Love Story Part 01: Undercover Superstar

Sebastian decided to finish high school for a few reasons, and he would admit to none of them.

The first was because his best friend/schoolboy crush was at boarding school when not flying all over the country rescuing kittens and performing in front of sold out stadium crowds. Devon's life was pretty much the most hilarious thing Sebastian had ever seen, and his own life could only be better if he was a part of it.

Second was that his baby sister was diagnosed with leukemia. She had the misfortune to live with his father and stepmother in Columbus, which was where his father had relocated the family after the scandal of divorcing his wife to marry his secretary. Sebastian did not see the little girl nearly often enough as it was, and had offered to move all three of them into his Malibu mansion to be closer to LA's state of the art hospitals. His father had decreed that one move in the last four years was more than enough. It was fine. Marina would probably prefer not to move across the country, anyway.

Third was the tabloid photograph of him and some Disney boytoy caught fucking in the backseat of the LA mayor's prized Tesla car on Hollywood Boulevard.

"Is this was you call 'low-profile?'" Anita, his manager and mother hen, demanded.

Sebastian eyed the full color front page picture, with words strategically arranged over himself and - Jake? John? Something with a J, anyway - critically. "I've done worse," he pointed out. "And I've had better."

That was how he ended up enrolled in Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio.

His first day was spent closeted uncomfortably with his father and the school principal, going over the code of conduct and expectations and exactly how far he could push the faculty before his money and their patience ran out. Dalton made a big deal out of her anti-bullying policies and harassment-free campus, and the staff zealously aimed to be sure that Sebastian was aware that he would not be able to ignore the system just because he was a chart-topping popstar. "We don't often allow mid-semester transfers," said Doctor Voss. "When we do, they usually come from ... troubled circumstances. I hope, Mr. Smythe, you remember that several of your classmates are here to escape traumatic situations. At Dalton Academy, we aim to provide a safe environment that heals and overcomes the wounds of the past."

Sebastian nodded agreeably. "And I'm sure you give all students this lecture," he said, "and it's not special treatment based on what you've read in trashy tabloids."

After that, the meeting ended rather quickly. He traded uncomfortable goodbyes with his father ("I don't know what you hope to accomplish, abandoning your only success in your entire life to go to boarding school, but don't you dare bring anymore stress into this family. That means no drinking, no whoring, no drugs. I won't hesitate to get a restraining order on you if Sheila or Marina even hints you're causing problems.") before being dismissed.

His father stalked out of the office like a house cat, wet from the rain and furious with the world for betraying his dignity. Sebastian was sure that it had been his stepmother's idea to send him with Sebastian on the first day. It was not like he needed his father around; if he had needed an adult present he would have brought his manager, not his father. Sheila (rightfully) blamed herself for the rift between her husband and her stepson, and so whenever he and his father were in the same state, she tried to meddle. Sebastian was not appreciative.

The door swung closed behind him, leaving Sebastian in the outer office to wait for his student guided tour of campus. He spun on his heels to see if the boy had arrived yet, and brightened to see an extremely familiar, extremely attractive boy flirting easily with Dr. Voss's secretary. Slate grey uniform pants were stretched tight across his ass, and the red sweater vest did good things to the breadth of his shoulders. Usually, the boy wore tight polos and fitted sweaters that showed off his narrow waist and muscled arms, but the Dalton uniform was a good look, too. Sebastian could appreciate the whole sexy blushing schoolboy thing.

Sebastian schooled his face to keep from smiling, and cleared his throat . "Dr. Voss didn't mention that she'd booked the best ass in the place to show me around."

There was a moment of stunned silence before the secretary said, "You must be Sebastian Smythe. The new student," in a voice like the Arctic tundra.

The student guide stood up straight from his lean over the desk and turned. His neck and ears and cheeks were bright with embarrassed color. Once he saw Sebastian, his mouth fell open and he sputtered in surprise. "B-Bas?"

Sebastian lost the fight, and his face broke into a grin. "Hello, Killer."

After a moment, presumably to process the shock, Devon said again, "Bas?" He looked as though he could not decide to be wary or pleased. "What are you doing here? I thought you were still in LA?"

"You know each other?" the secretary asked, her eyes wide and searching from Sebastian to Devon.

The most hilarious thing about Devon's life was that he actually was an undercover superstar. Most of the world was unaware that while he may have been Devon, teen heartthrob and platinum-record selling artist by night, by day he was Blaine Anderson, Average High School Student. Average High School students, of course, did not know multi-Grammy winning artists like Sebastian Smythe.

He was pretty much Sebastian's favorite person, ever.

"Um," said Devon.

"He comes to every behind-the-scenes meet and greet in the state." Sebastian took pity on Devon. It was a little unfair to spring himself on the other boy and expect him to come up with a cover story. Also, Devon probably would have said that they had met at a benefit or something, and what was the fun in that? "He's my absolute number one fan."

"And you remember him? That's so sweet!" the secretary said, now sugary and warm. "I knew none of the things they tell about you in the papers were true."

Devon coughed and said, "He's something else, I know." He grabbed Sebastian's arm and dragged him forward. "I'll just start that tour, now."

Once in the hall and tucked into a corner away from prying eyes, Devon turned on Sebastian.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed. He must have decided to be wary. Sebastian frowned.

"I'm going to school," Sebastian said. "I've realized the importance of education, and vowed to graduate high school. Only I'm not going to pretend that I don't have a multi-million dollar mansion in Malibu and a separate room for all my Grammys and awards."

Devon peered up at him through black-framed glasses. "This is punishment because I called Anita when we crashed into that parking meter, isn't it?"

Actually, Sebastian had forgotten about that. "No, but that will come," he said. "Come on, Killer, it's been weeks. Don't I get a hug, not an interrogation?"

Devon sighed, but obliged, letting the subject drop. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Sebastian's shoulders. Sebastian nuzzled closer, smelling raspberries and Devon, and was content just to hold on.

All the words in his head ('it's just a routine test,' 'acute lymphoblastic leukemia,' 'you're your mother's problem', 'I won't hesitate to get a restraining order,') that had kept him from sleeping, sent his spiraling into places and bodies he usually had enough sense to avoid, all quieted. Devon was small and strong, and he easily took Sebastian's weight. Sebastian's tight shoulders eased, the ache in his jaw faded, and the constant pulse of pain behind his eyes dulled. Devon's hands rubbed soothing circles up and down his back. He buried his face in the space between Devon's jaw and neck and breathed deep and slow.

Then he sneezed. "I forgot how much gel you use undercover," he said, and rubbed his nose against Devon's collar to get rid of the gel now coating it.

Devon made a face, and pulled back. "I like it," he said, resettling his glasses on his face. "And I'm pretty sure no one here even realizes my hair is curly."

"That thought actually makes me want to cry," Sebastian mused. "Did you get new glasses?"

The last time he had seen Devon in glasses had been in an LA hotel room, when Sebastian's fling had fallen asleep in his hotel room and would not wake up and be moved, so he had crashed with Devon. Devon had answered the door in pajamas, his hair frizzy from sleep and his wire-framed glasses crooked on his face. The new frames were thick and black instead of small and wiry, but still tinted. Supposedly it was to disguise the brilliant gold and green on his irises. They did nothing to dim his attractiveness. Sebastian had no idea how the world was fooled by a school uniform and some hair gel, but Devon had been attending Dalton since his freshman year, and no one was the wiser.

Except for Sebastian.

"I did," Devon said. "Do you like them?"

"Sexy schoolboy works for you, Dev," Sebastian said, just to watch to pink flood his friend's cheeks. He laughed lightly. "Are you going to show me around this place?" Midmorning sunlight flooded the wide windows and set the oak paneling and painted murals glowing.

Devon grabbed his hand and towed him forward. Sebastian's heart did a stupid little flutter in his chest.

"Alright," Devon said, amusement coloring his tone. "I'm Blaine Anderson, and I'll be your guide today. Dalton Academy was founded in . . ."

Sebastian let his voice drift into background noise, and focused on soaking it all in.

Devon. Dalton. Ohio. Something good was going to come of all this. He was positive.

It had to get better at some point, right?

Then, he found out about Kurt.

End Part 01

uploaded 9/26/2013

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Last Edited: 10/9/2013