A/N: I wrote this little prologue randomly at work the other day, and decided I liked it so I'm going to expand it into a multi-chapter fic :). Let me know what you think!


'This place is pathetic.' Sebastian muttered, bringing his paper cup of coffee to his lips and taking a sip. 'Total Hicksville.'

'Wow, tell us how you really feel Seb.' Nick said, slight disbelief evident in his voice.

'Paris was way better. This place is pathet… Actually just got mildly interesting.' Sebastian's eyes were captured by a long lean figure, who had just walked into the coffee shop. He was covered head to toe in a clingy red track suit (clinging to all the right places in the best way). If the broad shoulders, incredible legs and oh so perfect ass were anything to go by… He couldn't wait to see the front of the boy who had just joined the queue to get coffee. 'Who is that?'

'Uh… nobody.' Nick said.

'Yeah, nobody you'd want to know.' Jeff added quickly.

'Public school kids, you know?'

'Please,' Sebastian scoffed. 'Just because he doesn't wear a Dalton tie doesn't mean he's a 'public school kid'. You get the rare, misplaced one, who belongs in better society, but for whatever reason isn't… and hot damn if I don't get me a piece of that.'

'You really don't want to do that.' Jeff warned.

'Oh, but I do.'

Nick and Jeff glanced at each other and shrugged. They'd done what they could. It seemed like Sebastian wouldn't be convinced until he actually touched the fire and burnt himself.

Sebastian watched, leered actually, as the boy in the cheer leading uniform ordered his drink and collected it. He seemed to be by himself, which Sebastian saw as a bonus. People who were alone were much easier to talk to, they were more vulnerable, and didn't have their friends around sharing their unwanted opinions.

Then the boy turned around.

Sebastian was not disappointed at all. His face was sharp and angular, but soft and round at the same time, completely angelic and definitely batted for his team. Sebastian wanted to run his thumbs along those high cheekbones, and make the pale skin flush red. He wanted to have those sea coloured eyes stare up him with nothing but pure desire, need and want in them. And he wanted to run his hands through that hair that looked so immaculately styled. He couldn't wait to use his fingers to undo the hours of work spent on it. He was not at all what Sebastian was expecting to come across in Ohio, but he sure was grateful to whatever God, or Angel or deity was looking down on him and making sure he was taken care of.

The boy looked up at the door, then glanced back at his phone, before pocketing it and walking… right towards him.

Sebastian's breathe hitched in his throat (something that never happened) as the boy made eye contact with him and stopped just at that table.

Nick and Jeff exchanged fearful glances.

'Why are you staring at me?' he asked bluntly.

'Because you're gorgeous.' Sebastian said smoothly, with a smirk.

'Take a picture and stare at that instead. You're making me uncomfortable.'

'Why? Don't tell me the gay-faced male cheerleader is a homophobe.' Sebastian said, his defences quickly went up at the thought.

The boys eyes narrowed into a glare that Sebastian admittedly found oh so delicious and he straightened himself up, no doubt in an attempt to be intimidating.

'For your information I have no issue with men who prefer the company of other men. I do however, have an issue with stuck up, snobby private school kids, who smell vaguely of craigslist staring at me like they own me. You don't. And you're dreaming if you really think someone like me would even consider someone like you. I don't want to see you here again.' he turned on his heel and abruptly left. Leaving Sebastian watching after him with a gaping mouth.

'Good one Seb. Now we can never come here again.' Nick moaned. 'This is the best coffee around an you just ruined it because you're a perv.'

Sebastian's jaw snapped shut and he looked at the two boys he was with.

'What?'

'In case you didn't notice… Kurt kind of owns this place. If he says get lost, you get lost.'

'Kurt… Is that his name?'

'Yep. Kurt Hummel. Head Cheerio at McKinley High. Mega bitch.'

'I want him.'

'Yeah… I don't think that's going to happen.'

Sebastian snapped his head towards Jeff with a questioning look.

'He and his boyfriend broke up just before last summer and since then he's sworn he's 'done with high school boys'.'

Sebastian grinned. 'Enter Sebastian Smythe.'