Sebastian Smythe never showed weakness. He never backed down. He faced the world every day with his signature smirk, Content in the fact that he would get whatever it was he wanted. The world was his for the taking, he had only to hold out his hand and he would receive. Maybe that's why it was such a shock when the first blow was struck, when he felt the sting of the belt for the first time. Maybe that's why he hid it so well, became even more cold and calculating when it came to getting those he chased after. Worked harder to make sure no one ever knew the real him. Because Sebastian Smythe never showed weakness. And being forced to his knees beneath the weight of his father's belt was weakness.
He didn't remember why it started anymore, only the constant anger and desire to set his father off, show him that no matter how many blows he got Sebastian wouldn't be changed. He wouldn't be defined by what his father thought was right, or his father's fear of losing face because of his "faggy son." Sebastian Smythe never backed down. Especially not when who he was was in question. He wouldn't change to fit some misguided opinion of what was "right" and what was "wrong." He couldn't pretend to be straight when girls held absolutely no interest to him. Instead, he shoved who he was in his father's face. He'd stay out in Scandals all night and had at least one new boy in his bed each night, sometimes more. He made sure to have them screaming his name whenever his father passed by his room, kicked them out when he knew all the neighbors would be coming home or waking up. He didn't care, let them think what they think. It wouldn't change who he was. His father didn't agree. To his father image was everything, and Sebastian was ruining his image.
At first he would just shout and yell, threatening to disown his son. Sebastian knew when to call his bluff. He was Thomas Smythe's only son, and to disown him would mean being without an heir. That would destroy his image in the social sphere he happily resided in. His threats held no real meaning and Sebastian brushed them off. Then the blows started. His father was drunk one night and Sebastian was happily pleasing a pair of brothers. As soon as they were out the door Sebastian was thrown against it. He barely had time to think before he felt the sting of fists hitting his skin, heard grunts telling him that this is what "fags like him" deserved, that he would keep getting it until he changed, fixed himself. There was nothing to fix, but his father wouldn't see that. His mother, already numb from her medications and three glasses of wine, sat on the couch with perfect posture as she watched the scene without really seeing anything. When his father was done Sebastian was left bruised and bleeding, curled up on himself as he watched his father retire to his study. The next day he would steel his mother's foundation, getting up an hour earlier in order to cover the bruises. No one ever knew.
About a month later the belt was brought out. Clearly, his father's fists weren't enough. More was needed to get his father's point across. At some point his shirt was ripped off him as he was shoved over the desk in his father's study. Moments later he heard a crack as the belt snapped in the air before lashing against his skin. He didn't cry out, didn't show any sign that he even realized he had been hit. Why give his father the satisfaction? He would pretend it didn't effect him. After all, it would never have the desired affect. He wasn't going to change. Nothing his father could do would force him to start dating girls. Or dating even. He was Sebastian Smythe, resident player and manwhore at Dalton Academy. He changed for no one.
That went on for awhile and he took care to make sure that no one would ever know. He didn't need their pity or their sympathy. He was crafty and sneaky. No one ever even suspected that he was bruised, let alone the true reason as to how he got that way. He slowly became accepted by the Warblers, unsurprised when he quickly became their lead soloist. After all, he was Sebastian Smythe. He was the best at whatever he set his mind to. He got whatever he wanted. Why should things be any different at Dalton? It wasn't long before he was hearing stories of their old soloist, the one who's shoes he was filling. Blaine Anderson. Of course he heard about his amazing voice. Ethan and Evan weren't shy at all about informing him that he had been attractive, saying that they were glad to see the trend of good looking soloists was continuing with him.
So of course when he saw this Blaine for the first time he had to hit on him. The boy didn't live up to his expectations, but he was passable. Might as well try to get him into his bed. When he heard his voice for the first time he had to admit that it was beautiful, but he was better. That didn't set him off his course of bedding the boy. If he only settled for men of his caliber, he'd be forced to go through life celibate. Enter boyfriend. Kurt Hummel was a prissy, stereotypical gay. Just being around him made Sebastian's teeth begin to grind together. He was nothing but a tacky accessory Blaine couldn't quite bring himself to get rid of. Of course, he had his used. Kurt Hummel was fun to rile up. He was the only one Sebastian had met who was anywhere near his level of snarkiness. Their daily banters quickly became one of Sebastian's favorite sources of entertainment.
Days went by and he started antagonizing the two whenever he could. He didn't really care much, it was just something he did to entertain himself. Blaine grew to see him as a sort of a friend and he didn't mind much. To him Blaine was only a semi-attractive play toy that he'd throw away as soon as he had his way with him. Kurt saw him as a rival and that would forever amuse him. Kurt didn't even really register on his radar, but that was normal. Greatness like Sebastian Smythe's often meant far more to people then those people meant to him. Neither one of the other boys would ever guess his secret. They thought he got whatever he wanted, which was true. But neither of them even began to guess his dark secret. They didn't even consider the idea that he was getting more than he bargained for, that he was beat every night. Because Sebastian Smythe didn't show weakness.