Alright. So this is my first serious fic that I do plan on continuing. Feedback would be lovely since I worked hard on this, what with all the revising and stuff, and it's the longest chapter I've ever written. Hehe. ^^
I don't plan for this story to be very long but it will have lots of twists and turns and tricks(thus the name, if any of you translated:)). There'll be minimal french, but the parts there are will be short, or if not, a translation will be provided.
Anything in French that is translated will have a * next to it and the translation can be found at the bottom, in the order of which they appeared.
This fanfiction is based on a prompt from Jessie, or mediumdripandasugarmotta on tumblr. Couldn't have done it without her, so a big whoop whoop for her!
honorarygirl on tumblr if you want to follow, I post updates about the story:3
Sugar smiles at her reflection before gingerly closing the locker, hands automatically reaching into the pockets of her red mini dress. A brown leather belt circles her waist, and her ballet flats clank against the floor as she walks.
Sugar frowns slightly as she types in her password wrong, taking a bit more time to type in 'sugarrocks' on the bright screen of the touch phone. Her background is a picture of herself with Sebastian, both smiling gleefully into the camera they had asked the chauffeur to hold in France, in front of Sebastian's old mansion. A pang of longing hit her as she remembered the lovely country, and she opens up her contacts, scrolling through millions of people she can't remember a thing of until she finds Sebastian, under Santana Lopez and over Susie Pepper.
"What now?" Sebastian's voice is annoyed, and Sugar can hear the Warblers harmonizing through the tinny speakers. Sebastian hates when Sugar interrupts practice.
"Ils vont sortir a le café se soir."* Her accent rolls out naturally, purring at the 'r's. Sugar can almost see Sebastian fuming a hundred miles away. The distance barrier annoys him greatly, but it is Friday, when he comes over to spend the week-end at Sugar's with vague explanations to his mother before he jumps into his Ferrari with an overnight bag.
"Starbucks?"
"Oui."
"Savez-vous quelle heure? "*
"What am I, a stalker?" Sugar snaps in English, but regrets it when she hears the dull beep, beep of being hang up on. Sighing, she puts the phone back in her pocket before heading outside to meet a couple of her friends.
Sebastian watches as Jeff belts out the final notes of California Girls -they sure sang a lot of objectifying songs for an all-male acapella group- and then smiles and laughs with the rest as they pat his back and everybody disperses. Sebastian picks up his own bag, a plain black except for a small Warbler pin attached to it that Nick had all but forced him to take the first day he transferred from France and joined the Warblers with an outstanding rendition of Like a Virgin.
The Ferrari is outside in the school parking lot, red and shiny as if it were brand new. Sebastian jumps in, shoves the keys in with a bit too much force than necessary, and makes the well-practiced one hour drive to Lima, Ohio.
"Tell me again why you need to turn your hair into a helmet, Blaine?" Blaine snorts a bit and it's so adorable Kurt has to smile, the small smile Blaine always forces out of him.
"I'll stop gelling my hair when you stop polluting the world with all the hair spray you use." Blaine says lightly.
"Touché, Mr. Anderson." Kurt says simply, then it's their turn in line and Kurt takes out his wallet hastily, beating Blaine to the chase. Blaine mock pouts and Kurt giggles a bit.
"A grande nonfat mocha for me and a medium drip for this nutcase." Kurt says smoothly, pushing over the ten dollar bill and pretending not to see Blaine roll his eyes.
The barista takes down their names before gesturing for them to take a seat anywhere, which Kurt and Blaine do, next to a closed window. They talk about meaningless things, simply enjoying time together, until somebody clears their throat and sets down three drinks, before scooting up a chair next to Blaine.
It takes Kurt a moment to register that oh, it's Sebastian, and Blaine smiles at him, oblivious as he always is, and even scoots to the side a bit to better accommodate the taller boy.
"I got your drinks for you guys," Sebastian says sweetly, as if he has no ulterior motives. Blaine, of course, believes every word of it.
"Thanks! Isn't that nice of him, Kurt?" Blaine looks at him with bright eyes as if it's simply the best thing on Earth that Sebastian got them their drinks.
"Mhmm." Kurt manages.
"So, what are you doing around here, Sebastian? Dalton isn't exactly next door." Blaine asks curiously, and Kurt wonders what kind of excuse Sebastian can think of.
"Oh, my parents are out of town so I was thinking of staying in a hotel around here somewhere and then visiting Scandals tomorrow night." Blaine and Kurt both do a double take.
"Scandals? As in, The Scandals? The gay bar?" Sebastian winks mischievously at Kurt.
"Yup, that's the one."
"Where are you staying again, Sebastian? There aren't exactly many hotels around here." Blaine says.
"Eh, there might be a motel around here somewhere, hopefully." Kurt can tell that Sebastian is milking it, but he didn't think Blaine would be this naïve until-
"That's nonsense! Stay with me for the weekend, it'll be awesome!" Sebastian has the nerve to look shocked, and apparently doesn't want to take the chance to do the whole, are you sure? act.
"Wow, that's really nice of you, Blaine. I'd love to. Only for the weekend, of course. Wouldn't want to be a burden on you." Sebastian says, and everything is aww how sweet isn't this jolly great why don't we hop into a pool of rainbows and friendship to Kurt. It's sickening, but worst of all was the true excitement in Blaine's eyes, as if he's a teenage girl getting her first real sleep-over, pillow fights and mani-pedis and all.
"Kurt, I'd ask you, but I know it isn't exactly your cup of tea, so Blaine- do you want to come over to Scandals with me?" Kurt is staring daggers at Sebastian now but he's pretending not to notice it, and then Kurt cuts in smoothly, giving Sebastian a wicked smile.
"Blaine and I would love to come along, Sebastian." The comment earns him one second of a flustered Sebastian before he composes himself and grins around.
"Great! Then Blaine and I can pick you up around nine tonight?"
All smiles, all smiles as Kurt agrees with fake enthusiasm and they push their chairs back and Kurt leaves his half-finished drink on the table, his appetite suddenly gone. Since they came here in Kurt's car, Kurt is hoping for Blaine to hop into his and Sebastian can trail behind like the pathetic puppy he is, but Sebastian is quicker.
"But Kurt, I don't want to bother you anymore than I'm already bothering Blaine, so how about you go home in your car and Blaine can direct me in my car?" Sebastian tilts his head lightly and smiles again, and Kurt realizes that he just got his ass handed to him. Blaine nods once and beams, looking shorter than usual next to Sebastian's towering height.
Unless Kurt wants to look like a stuttering idiot, he has no choice but to turn right around like a fool and get into his car, seething, his grip on the steering wheel perhaps a bit tighter than strictly necessary. Meanwhile, he has a perfect view from his rearview mirror of a laughing Blaine get into Sebastian's car, Sebastian in tow. That bastard, how dare he-
Woah. Woah. What's wrong with me? Maybe I'm exaggerating. It's not like Sebastian tried to kiss Blaine in front of me. Come to think of it, he didn't even do anything remotely suspicious. It was simply Blaine being over-excited for everything like he always is. There's nothing wrong. Calm down, Kurt.
Feeling considerably better, Kurt drives home, already planning a few outfits in his mind for the night. He wants to wow Blaine, remind him of exactly what he has (alright, so maybe he was still not over it).
"So Blaine, how's things with you and Kurt?" Sebastian is careful to keep his voice tentative, licking his lips to moisten his suddenly dry lips. He's worried he's pushed it too far too soon when Blaine turns to look at him for a second, but god does the column of his neck look good when he's turning it, his Adam's apple prominent, then Blaine turns back to keep on driving and Sebastian still has a good view of his profile with an actual excuse to keep on looking.
Blaine clears his throat, apparently unsure of how to answer.
"It's just that I noticed he seemed kind of cold today. I'm sorry, it wasn't my place to ask." Sebastian backtracks, but using all the right words, unconsciously guilt-tripping Blaine to answer.
"No, it's my fault. I don't actually know, really. We were doing fine then he seemed so tense for no reason. Do you think it was my outfit?" Blaine bites his lower lip, unable to think of any other reason. Sebastian chuckles softly and looks over Blaine's outfit for the umpteenth time.
He's wearing a short-sleeved dark green button-up that brings out the hazel in his eyes, and black slacks. His hair is lathered in gel, as always, though he seems to have given it some breathing room today as it's slightly higher than normal. He looks amazing, to put it short.
"N'aww, you look great, if I do say so myself." Blaine blushes a bit and opens up the windows, letting the autumn air in. It's slightly chilly; an ever-constant reminder that winter is on its way. Dimly, Blaine remembers his grandfather.
A young boy with a wild curly hair that flops into his hair reaches up to look through the window, chubby hands clutching the window sill and trying to push himself up to see the winter wonderland outside. A pair of strong hands pick him up from behind, slightly tickling the boy's sides, and give him the leverage he needs to look out. The tree his swing is attached to is no longer green, and the world is all white. The floor reminds Blaine of the fuzzy carpet that covers his whole room, or his blanket. Maybe it's making the floor warm. Blaine turns back to look at his grandfather, giving him a big smile with one front tooth missing. His grandfather simply keeps on looking out, seemingly forgetting the five year old in his hands.
"Winter is an unforgiving time, Blaine. Remember that."
Blaine jolts out of the memory. His namesake had died shortly after that winter, just a few weeks shy of his sixty-fifth birthday. Those words had stuck with him, though.
Back to reality, Sebastian is fiddling with his CDs in the glove box, raising his eyebrows slightly at the Katy Perry CD, asking for his consent. Blaine shrugs. Sebastian pops it in, and the first few notes of Teenage Dream filter through the car. Sebastian starts to sing along, and Blaine is about to hop in when he feels like something is wrong. It should be Kurt he's singing this with, and there's something very intimate about this song that he just doesn't want to share with Sebastian.
Trying to appear nonchalant about it, Blaine presses the Next Track button, which is clean and polished without finger marks or dust on it, which it might as well be because it would be a crime to not take proper care of such a nice car. Blaine yet again is reminded of a memory, one not so old, of fixing a car with his father. The strained smile on his face and the impatience flashing in his eyes every time Blaine gave him the wrong tool or fumbled with something. They never actually finished the project, his father simply saying he had too much work to continue. The disappointment was palpable in the air that day, and Blaine found he couldn't look his father in the eye and instead stared down at his grease-stained hands.
Presently, Blaine pulls into his driveway and pulls the key out of the ignition. "This is it." He sighs, still lost in memory, and Sebastian shoots him a questioning look before opening his door and taking his bag out of the back, Blaine leading the way up to the front door.
"My mom and dad are out of town for the weekend, so we'll pretty much be surviving on take out." Blaine says shyly, and it's the cutest thing Sebastian has seen in his life.
"It's okay, we'll eat like kings." Sebastian buffs his chest out and Blaine laughs slightly before opening the door and leading the way into his fairly large house.
The place is elegant and refined at first glance, though it has a cold air to it, as if it's on view in a museum. It's beautiful, but nobody has truly lived in it, adding the color only a human presence can. Blaine much prefers the Hudmel household, which is admittedly much smaller but has all the little touches Blaine adores, like the blankets thrown over the couch carelessly, evidence that someone has been snuggling under them, perhaps watching football or Project Runway, or the milk jug that is somehow always left on the counter no matter how many times Carole tells the boys to put it back in the fridge or it's going to spoil.
Sebastian is looking around in wonder, carefully examining the glass vases and antique tables.
"Come on, you might break something if you breathe too hard." Blaine wants to put a hand on Sebastian's arm to pull him away, but at the last minute hesitates and decides not to, instead hoping that Sebastian follows him upstairs to his room, where they spend a good fifteen minutes arguing about which restaurant to order from, then exactly what toppings to order for the pizza.
In the end, they settled for two small pizzas, one pepperoni and one vegetarian because apparently Sebastian is all for animal rights. While they're plowing through the pizzas time flies by. Sebastian is more like Blaine, he discovers, in terms of personality. Kurt is amazing but he's just never really understood the beauty of football. Between being so far away from the Warblers and still just being 'Kurt's boyfriend' in McKinley, Blaine hasn't been able to talk like this for a long time. They talk and joke and generally have a good time talking about random things when Blaine, through a mouthful of pizza, tries to shout 'Oh shit! The time!' which ends up sounding something like, "Offid! Duh Dym!" They both spring up from the carpet and cushions they've been lounging on and Sebastian sees that it is indeed eight, and it's a forty-five minute drive to Kurt's house, if God feels like granting the green lights. Blaine leads Sebastian to the bathroom in his room to change while he goes through his own closet, trying to find something that Kurt would find fashionable. He settles on a plain white, long-sleeved button up with a navy vest over it, and he tucks skin-tight jeans that he knows Kurt loves into black just-above-the-ankle boots. Kurt loves boots as much as he loves scarves.
They get into Blaine's 2007 blue Mustang, mostly because Sebastian's car doesn't have back seats. Blaine doesn't remember the drive to Kurt's house ever being shorter. At some point, Sebastian's phone rings, and for a second a picture of a girl that looks kind of familiar shows up on the screen, but Sebastian answers too quickly for Blaine to get a good look, and speaks rapid fire French with an affectionate tone underlying annoyance, as if Sebastian is speaking to a small child. Unlike Kurt, however, Blaine had done Latin in Dalton and then started Spanish at McKinley, so he didn't have the faintest idea what Sebastian was saying. When he decidedly ended the conversation in what sounded like a very decisive manner, Sebastian shoots Blaine an apologetic smile and says something about 'girls not understanding he doesn't play for their team'. Blaine can sympathize, and the conversation goes on undeterred as Sebastian tells hilarious story after hilarious story of desperate girls in France. They pull by Kurt's house only five minutes late, but Kurt is out before Blaine even kills the engine. He must have been waiting by the window, and the thought makes Blaine uncomfortable.
Kurt opens the passenger door by reflex, then blushes and laughs a bit to cover his unease. "Whoops, my bad." Shuts it gently and goes to sit in the back like a stupid child, and sitting behind Sebastian since he didn't want to look even more like a fool by making an unnecessary turn around the car to sit behind Blaine. "Blaine, do you know where it is?" Sebastian asks and much to Kurt's shock, Blaine gives a little 'mhmm' and sets off down an unfamiliar route to Kurt, but apparently all too familiar to Blaine.
The drive passes in awkward silence, in which Kurt tries to hide his moodiness as much as possible to not appear like a kicked puppy. He has dressed to impress, in an all-black ensemble, with knee-high lace-up black boots, loose black and white pants tucked into the boots, and a soft black turtleneck, and a white scarf draped carelessly over his shoulders, his hair swept back with a few strands brushing his forehead.
Sebastian was not a man who immersed himself in fashion. He had on black sneakers, a pair of faded jeans and a green shirt with –ugh- a popped collar. How jock sheek.
They simultaneously open their doors and Blaine double-checks the locks and quite frankly Kurt can't blame him. The area doesn't exactly look safe, it's very dark and shady and Kurt swears he can see a couple of guys a few feet back, waiting like eager hyenas for pray. Sebastian passes out the fake IDs that look nothing like them, and the unlikely trio makes their way to the door.
French translations:
"They are going out to the cafe tonight."
"Do you know when?" (Literal translation is 'do you know at what hour'.)
