Author's Note: Weee! ANOTHER fill, lol! I really shouldn't have taken on so many for my first time actually doing them but oh well. There were so many interesting prompts! As before I do not take credit for the idea of this story. I am just writing it out!
STORY WARNINGS: This story is a soulmate AU. This story has malexmale relationships. This story will have sexual content. This story will have a BlainexKurt ending but will start out with some SebastianxKurt. If ANY of this is to your disapproval then please TURN BACK NOW. This is IS NOT for you!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to Glee or the characters used in this fiction!
Beta'ed by 'xlinnex' aka 'AmbiguousThoughts.'
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Chapter 1
While wary glass eyes scanned the seemingly empty hallway, hands slightly sweaty from anxiety clung to his messenger bag in preparation for the sprint that would take him to the safety of the choir room as quickly as possible. After another few seconds of scanning proved the hall to indeed be empty, he figured that it was okay to proceed without the worry of some jocks cornering him for the daily 'slushie facial' that they seemed to think was necessary to remind him of how unnatural they thought he was.
Hands easing from his bag he took a deep breath to release his earlier nervous energy before taking a hesitant step. When nothing happened, he squared his shoulders and tilted his head to its usual proud angle as he set off down the hall. At least his clothes had been spared for the day. Actually that was pretty lucky—
Spoke too soon, his mind supplied for him as a startled gasp was pulled from his chest the second he turned the corner that lay a few feet from Glee Club and was greeted by a stealthy 'iceberg bitch slap'. Today's flavor was cherry. Yum.
Loud laughter echoed down the hallway as the small group that had, rather intelligently he hated to admit, lain in wait for him took off back to the pits of hell—or so he assumed. A small whimper rose in his throat as shaky hands wiped excess slush from his face. The worse part of this—not that the pain and stained clothes were anything less—was having to walk into class and show Mr. Schue so he could be excused for being late.
Body trembling lightly from cold and humiliation, though one would think he would be used to it by now, he walked slowly the rest of the way to class.
"Oh, Kurt!" Mercedes gasped the second she caught sight of him, jumping up from her chair and moving to his side.
"Kurt? Are you okay?" Mr. Schue asked with concern as he turned from the person he had been talking with to take him in.
"I—" He faltered as heat flooded his cheeks when he finally noticed the new people in the room. All boys. All in uniform. Was that starting today? His humiliation grew when he became aware of how everyone in the room was now staring at him. "F-Fine. I-I'm just going to..."
When he felt tears starting to sting at his eyes, he wanted to flee, but couldn't get his body to move. Luckily, Mercedes, bless her soul, seemed to sense his distress and wrapped an arm around his slush-free one.
"We're going to just go and get him cleaned up," Mercedes announced with a royal air, as if daring anyone to speak out against her proclamation.
Before she could get him from the room, Rachel, Tina, and Brittany hurried from their chairs and were at his side as well, following them. His girls. He really didn't know where he would be without his girls.
Once they made it into the girls' bathroom, he broke away from Mercedes' hold and threw his bag on a clean counter. "Oh my God! How humiliating was that?"
"Forget them," Mercedes said sagely as she and Rachel moved to wet some paper towels while Brittany moved toward him and helped him wipe off any lingering ice chunks. "Are you really okay, white boy? We all know how cherry stings."
"I'm fine. Really." He sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt while Tina left to get his change of clothes from his locker.
"My poor unicorn," Brittany said sadly while helping him tug his shirt off as cleanly as possible.
Ignoring the odd nickname from the child-like girl, he turned his attention to Rachel when she held out his crude version of a washcloth. "I can't believe I forgot those guys were coming today! Thanks Rachel."
"Me either! They're boys after all! Cute boys! In uniform!" Rachel teased with her reply as she stepped aside to give him more room to move.
Mercedes rolled her eyes at her fellow diva. "I think it's safe to say that your mind was suitably occupied with other things."
He nodded his agreement to that statement while wiping down his neck and chest, jumping a little when a cold hand touched the skin on back.
"Baby soft, just like your hands. Amazing," Brittany commented before taking a paper towel and helping him clean up some more. He really didn't understand her treatment of him, but kept quiet and accepted it so as not to hurt her feelings or accidentally anger her into a moment of startling clarity that the ditzy girl usually lacked. She could be frightfully astute at those times.
Rachel and Mercedes both arched a brow at the cheerleader's words but otherwise chose not to comment as well.
"Embarrassment aside... Isn't it exciting that the Dalton Academy Warblers are here?" Rachel brought up the new topic enthusiastically as she and Mercedes respectfully looked away when he moved his hands to undo his pants. It used to bother him when Brittany would continue to watch, unabashed about seeing him partially nude. From her unashamed interest in his body, he had learned to have no shame in showing it to other people.
"Got them!" Tina announced her presence as she entered the bathroom once more with clothes in hand, quickly looking away when she caught sight of his state of undress. Brittany walked over to collect the clothes from her.
"I guess. But they are just boys, Rachel. Small town ones, just like ours at that," Mercedes continued on with the conversation while he redressed himself in the clean clothes.
"Yes, but they're from a different school. A private school! That alone promises an air of sophistication that public school boys seem to completely lack," Rachel sniffed, crossing her arms before adding a mumbled, "Hopefully..."
"If you say so," Mercedes humored her while turning to check her appearance in one of the mirrors over the row of sinks.
"Maybe one of us will find our soul mate among them!" Rachel said brightly before paling a second later as her eyes went wide.
Everything in the bathroom seemed to freeze, tension rising thickly between them. While Brittany and Tina stared at Rachel with shock, Mercedes glared darkly, looking like she was ready to cut her. He felt a mixture of the three as his body started to tremble from the strain of how tense he was.
"Rachel—" Mercedes started to hiss dangerously.
"Don't," he choked out firmly as he slowly allowed his body to relax. He really didn't want to listen to the two fight about this.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry!" Rachel gasped, tears filling her expressive brown eyes. "I didn't—"
"I said, 'don't'," he bit a little more harshly than he meant to, looking away from his girls. "I think I can finish the rest alone."
Tina nodded slowly at this, mumbling something about how she should probably be getting back to Mike before leaving.
"Kurt! Please—" Rachel started again only to be silenced by Mercedes.
"Girl, come on!" the diva said firmly as she took the brunette by the arm and led her from the bathroom. "Hurry, Kurt. You have your solo today."
He watched the two leave before turning to Brittany, arching a brow at the look she was giving him. "Britt? You really should—"
"Do you want me to get Santana to beat her up for you?" the blonde asked. He probably would have laughed if she hadn't sounded so serious. That, and he knew for a fact Santana would actually do it if Brittany asked. No one messed with Brittany and hers when it came to the girl's fierce soul mate.
"I—no. No, Brittany. It's fine." He sighed. Really. It wasn't Rachel's fault. She shouldn't have to censor herself just to spare his feelings when it came to these things.
Brittany stared at him for another minute before going to the door and leaving.
He took a minute to calm himself before continuing to get dressed. While fixing his hair and looking over his appearance as a whole, he let his mind wander to the solo Mercedes had reminded him of. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about that too.
Today sucked. Well every day usually sucked for him, but today it sucked more than normal. Not only did he get slushied, but it had to be at the end of the day. When he had glee. In which the boys of Dalton would be joining The New Directions as an experimental glee exchange.
He wasn't really sure how it had come up, but a week ago Mr. Schue had announced a new idea that he wanted to test. The New Directions and The Warblers would be visiting each other for glee practices for the next four weeks, two weeks at each school, all in preparation for a benefit concert they would be hosting together. The exchange was to allow each group to experience the differences each club had. In school, operation, and performance wise.
And now he had to give a solo in front of those boys. Those boys who had seen him in such a humiliating state. So much for a good first impression. Soon they would get to see him in a vulnerable state as well because he didn't think he could perform his solo without getting emotional.
Today really wasn't a good day.
But like always, he was going to push through. With his head held high. Nodding to his reflection he rinsed out his ruined clothes then gathered his bag and returned to the classroom. As he entered he found it loud with laughter and chatter between both groups. Fighting the blush that threatened to bloom when all eyes turned to him again he tilted his chin proudly and moved to sit next to Brittany and Mercedes.
"Kurt! Good! Now we can get started with introductions," Mr. Schue said with a smile, holding his arm out for three of the thirteen or so boys that made up Dalton's a capella group.
They were introduced first to David Thompson, Nick Duval, and Trent Nixon who made up the head council for The Warblers, making them a self-sufficient group and it left The New Directions in slight awe that they were able to function without adult supervision.
Jokes went around on how that would never work for their own group—especially with Rachel as a member. After the head council the rest of The Warblers introduced themselves. They all seemed nice for the most part. That was comforting.
Once The New Directions had introduced themselves to their guests, The Warblers performed a number for them. Their a capella rendition of 'Uptown Girl' was good. They, as a group, were really good! After their performance, The New Directions sang 'We Got The Beat'. And then it was time for his solo. Something that he was supposed to have done earlier in the week but he had gotten a cold his dad had accidentally brought home from work.
Taking a deep breath he gathered his sheet music and brought it to Brad then moved to stand next to the piano. When the music began he closed his eyes and let his voice take on the haunting lyrics of 'Hello'. He kept his eyes closed as he sang, not wanting to see the expressions of his fellow members or of the The Warblers.
As the song went on, he could hear the emotion catching in his voice and he tried to rein it in, especially when he got to the line 'don't try to fix me, I'm not broken', but instead found himself opening his eyes and staring ahead at nothing in particular. When he followed with the line 'Hello, I am the lie living for you so you can hide, don't cry', he heard his voice crack and felt a tear slip free, but for some reason didn't feel the need to wipe it away.
He connected with the song and there was no shame in showing that. In showing others that. To try to fight it would make him look weak—not that one tear. And he wouldn't allow himself to think otherwise.
When he finished, the last notes echoing behind him, he was met with the applause of everyone in the room. Even Puck and Santana. It surprised him though he wasn't sure if they were just being polite or if they had actually enjoyed the performance. As he moved to take his seat once more, Mr. Schue and Warbler David moved back to the front of the room and explained that come the new week they would start the exchange at Dalton since their group had some public performances lined up and it would be best if they didn't have to drive extra just to get to McKinley for the first two weeks.
With a 'Have a good weekend guys!' from Mr. Schue everyone was free to leave when the last bell of the day rang. As he gathered his things he exchanged good-byes with Tina as she left with Mike, Brittany as she and Santana left for Cheerios practice, and hugs with Mercedes as she promised to call him after she got home from work.
Just as he was turning to leave himself, he was stopped at the sight of Rachel coming toward him. He sighed lightly. He really didn't want to talk about it now. He just wanted to go home and shower. Before he could prepare himself for the fight it would take to get the self-proclaimed star to let him go in peace, he was surprised to find her stopping all on her own, her eyes going wide as they watched something with surprise.
He didn't have to wonder at the cause for too long when the sound of a throat clearing caught his attention followed by a male voice.
"Hey."
His own eyes widening at the call, he turned to see that one of the boys from Dalton had approached him. A tall and rather handsome boy. With a devilish smile. He didn't get a chance to try to choke out a response before a hand was being extended toward him.
"I'm Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe."
-Chapter 1 End-
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A/N 2: And there is the first part! So. Like with the others you can find a link to the original prompt on LJ at my Tumblr at KeatonGrinFF . tumblr. com! For anyone interested.
If you like this then please feel free to check out my other Glee works: A Warm Place and Glad You Came! All are Klaine... as that's the only ship I really sail. :3
