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Chapter 1 - What happens at Dalton's Choir Room...

He had no idea what started it... No that was a lie, he knew what started it, his damn hormones had and his impulsive behavior. Following the duet he had with the Latina from that public high school in Lima ( he refused to call it a draw ), he had been accosted, after Warbler practice ( Wes was being a jerk again and one of these days he would take that gavel and chuck it out of the window ), by none other than Kurt Hummel.

At first he had been affronted that this guy had managed to sneak inside Dalton. Then all the other reasons and events had caught up with him. For one, his father knew about the Blaine incident (the Slushie and the salt) and he had his allowance cut in half and his pass to leave the school revoked (the second stung worse than the first penalty) all accompanied by a speech about how disappointed he was in his only son. That stung worse than the punishment because no matter his bravado he cared what his father thought of him. He had a shitty day, full of tests, followed by Lacrosse training (that had been brutal) and followed by Warbler meetings (the death glares he got made him wonder how he was not down and bleeding) only to be accosted right after, when his body was sore and his temper on edge.

The countertenor from McKinley had been furious and cold and his tongue lashing had been downright acidic. Sebastian met the boy-diva head on, exchanging insults that escalated in viciousness and all that in front of the other Warblers who after the first five minutes scurried away, particularly after Thad had tried interrupting only to receive Kurt's vitriol about siding with Sebastian in ridiculing New Directions (and boy Hummel took guilt tripping to a level even Sebastian was impressed). As the insults continued the two teens had shortened the distance between them until they were shouting and screaming at each other. And Hummel could really yell and his insults got more creative and accusations became more ridiculous the longer they were at it. Sebastian could pinpoint the moment when he stopped thinking 'Blaine's boyfriend is a whiny non-entity' and started thinking 'What a sexy and infuriating and sexy bitch'. Because Kurt was hot when he was angry and his voice got huskier and his eyes darker and his skin flushed a rosy tint. It was his fault really that Sebastian stopped shouting.

A beat later the shorter teen remarked on his silence and Sebastian's response had been, "You speak too damn much" before he swooped down and kissed him. He poured all his frustration and all his emotions in that kiss. It had been meant to be bruising and harsh and vicious like their latest screaming match. Lips and teeth and tongues got involved and he was pulling the shorter teen to him, hands behind Kurt's back and neck, pushing them all the more closer. Sebastian was harsh and demanding as he both tasted and tested the other teen. His ears were still pounding from their shouting match but now it was all because of his thudding heart and the way the blood was flowing in his veins, pounding in his head and making everything louder and more intense. He was more aware than ever during the kiss, all his senses into overdrive as he pushed his tongue into Kurt's mouth and felt the shorter male push back.

Did they breathe at all during the kiss? He could not recall. Like he had trouble remembering who had moved first when they tumbled down the sofa, Kurt landing under him on the leather furniture. His mind had apparently left him because his first conscious thought from the moment he kissed Hummel took place when the other teen moaned breathily, wantonly into his mouth and only after he, Sebastian, had moaned in pleasure first.

Lips parted and the impromptu make out session stopped. Eyes that had previously been hazy by lust and anger were now wide and locked together in shock and growing horror.

They sprang apart really fast, as if burned. Only then Sebastian realized that his treacherous body had actually been turned on by 'Lady Face Hummel' of all people.

'Not much of a lady with that kind of bulge,' his mind unhelpfully added as he recalled that he was not the only one with an obvious problem. And Hummel's was impressive and unexpected and it took all of Sebastian's will not to stare.

"Oh," the shorter teen muttered, the noise soft and faint as his flushed face started rapidly losing some of the color he had gained. He backed up more and snagged one of the pillows from the sofa, throwing it in his lap to hide the evidence that he sported an erection.

Sebastian adjusted his blazer accordingly to hide his bulge and took a seat because though he wanted to flee, his knees suddenly felt like jelly.

Only their harsh breathing as they tried to catch their breaths broke the uneasy silence between the two rivals.

When his heartbeat was more under control Sebastian dared to look up from the spot he had been staring to look at the other teen. He regretted it immediately since his hormones still ran rampant in his body.

Hummel looks up and meets his gaze looking more skittish than the Pavarotti bird Sebastian had been given during his initiation in the Warblers. The pillow is discarded as he stands up and the correct lead Warbler can see the other teen is still aroused. A slight shiver went down Sebastian's spine as his own body kept thrumming with lust. It was ridiculous how his anger had gotten him in trouble, again. He watched as the countertenor headed for the door and before he could sensor his body, Sebastian was moving. It took three strides to reach the wooden doors and one more to reach over and push the opening door shut with a loud noise.

Then Hummel turned around and glared daggers at him, but Sebastian was beyond reasonable thought by now. He pushed Kurt against the door he just closed and leaned down, capturing the still kiss swollen lips almost desperately. He felt light pressure on his chest as the other teen pushed at him but then those fingers were on his blazer, pulling him closer and then wrapping around his neck while Sebastian pressed Kurt against the door. For the second time that day logic left him and all that stayed with him was sensation. He had never been more aware of another person, more involved in a kiss before.

They broke their lip lock and panted heavily. Sebastian leaned down for more, petering kisses on Hummel's lips, teasing them with nips and more gentle kisses and the soft sounds of pleasure reached his ears. The countertenor was so responsive, so pliant in his arms, so willing... It made his body taut with desire. And it made Sebastian damn careless because he did not realize they had an audience.