A/N: I do not know French, so I do my best, I'm very sorry if it's not perfect :( Now, moving on. NEW FIC! :D This idea came to me while listening to my favorite song from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical Love Never Dies. Hence the title of the story. Anywho, Blaine and Sebby bet on Kurtie: who will win? Read to find out! This is obviously AU and probably takes place around the middle of season 2, right around when Kurt transferred, except he never met Blaine and Blaine is kind of a man whore like Seb. Alright! I think that's it :) R&R please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kurt, Blaine or Sebastian or Glee. FOX and Ryan Murphy own Glee and since I'm neither nor do I own them, the obvious conclusion is that I don't own Glee. Nor do I own 'Devil Take the Hindmost', ALW does.

I'm in Hogwarts, Kurt thought, staring in amazement as he walked through the grand halls of Dalton Academy. He stared at the beautiful architecture and the coloring and…all the boys. Oh boy. Kurt flushed a little as he maneuvered his way through the corridors, his schedule clutched tightly between his hands. He glanced at it occasionally, making sure he was heading towards the right room. Now the only question was if he was headed in the right direction. Slowly, all the boys dissipated and Kurt became nervous. The halls were now deserted and he knew that he was late for class. He sighed in frustration, glancing at his schedule again. He looked up and noticed that, by the grace of said deity he didn't believe in, he'd managed to make it to his first class. He smiled as he opened the door.

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Sebastian was bored. None of the boys held any interest for him and he was already fluid in French, having spent a year there. However, Dalton required he take a language each year in order to graduate, so here he was. He listened to Monsieur Greenburg chatting away, his moustache twitching as he spoke excitedly. Sebastian didn't know what was so exciting. Suddenly, the door burst open and an angel walked through the door.

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Blaine hated French. He never understood why it was considered a language of romance. He just considered it a language of pain, torture and discomfort to his brain. He was sitting next to Sebastian, who looked thoroughly bored. Not that he could blame him; anyone who knew Sebastian knew that he was fluent in French because he lived there for a year. Bastard, Blaine thought. He was about to start writing a song when the door burst open and the most beautiful creature Blaine had ever seen.

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"May I help you, monsieur…" The teacher began. Kurt turned to him and smiled.

"Bonjour, monsieur. Je m'appelle Kurt Hummel." Monsieur Greenburg stood, beaming, in the front of the room.

"Oiu oiu! Monsieur Hummel! Bienvenue!" Kurt smiled.

"Merci." Kurt said. Monsieur Greenburg turned towards the class and Kurt followed.

"Class, we have a new student. This is Kurt Hummel." Kurt smiled and a few people grunted out a hello, but most people were too absorbed in themselves and said nothing.

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Sebastian and Blaine each enthusiastically said hello. They were really the only ones you could hear and they each ended up glaring at each other. Kurt sat in the front, as instructed by Monsieur Greenburg. Class continued and Sebastian and Blaine decided to pass notes.

'Did you see his ass as he sat down? – B' Sebastian smiled.

'Sure did Blainers. Just begging to be fucked, even in these shitty uniforms. – S' Blaine smirked.

'Bet I can get him into bed before you. Have him scream my name as I pound into his tight little hole ;) – B' Sebastian smirked at Blaine before passing him the note back.

'Bet you I get him in bed first. He's so much more my type. – S'

'What's your type, Seb? – B' Sebastian chuckled lightly as he passed the note back to Blaine.

'A twink ;) You like your men large and in charge, pounding into your hole Anderson. Don't think I forgot about that night last year…you were so needy – S' Blaine flushed and glared at Sebastian.

'Kurt would be my exception. That ass is just too nice to pass up – B' Sebastian quickly scrawled across the paper before handing it back to Blaine.

'I bet you $1000 that I get in him before you do – S'

'I bet you $1000 that I get in him before you – B' Sebastian smirked.

'Devil take the hindmost ;) – S' Blaine rolled his eyes.

'Really Seb? Quoting Webber now? – B'

'Either way, devil take the hindmost! – S'