Just to start off we have a brief intro to Sebastian. This will be in past tense but the rest of the chapters should be in present and all from his POV. :)
Reason 1
I've never understood why people assumed I did it. When my cousin fell over when we were five, "Sebastian pushed him!" even though I was five meters away. When I threw the slushy at Blaine it was because he refused to have sex with me, when actually… well I'll tell you later. But I'm usually just a dog with a loud bark and a weak bite. Kurt always had me pinned as the bad guy even though I only meant to humiliate him with that slushy, but Blaine made the decision to 'save Kurt' and getting it in the eye. It wasn't meant to harm anyone. The rock salt was just meant to make it hard to get off by hand. Just know that I've never actually intended to hurt either of them. I actually would kinda like Kurt if I wasn't so jealous of him.
Right so where would I start. I guess I should say how I figured out I was gay. I was about seven when it happened. I was messing around with a friend, she was about sixteen, she just kinda took me in for some reason. I can't exactly remember how we met. She had a bunch of friends, they were all older but only one of them was a guy. Danny was… pretty I guess, but he was around eighteen. We were having a little celebration because one of the other girls had got a high enough grade to graduate. They all went out to buy some food and stuff, but Danny had opted out to babysitting me until they got back. After about a minute he had me under him in a full heat make out session. When you're eight, and clueless about your sexuality, having some guy grab you and start pressing their fave against yours, you start to realise that if you didn't like it you probably would have struggled by now. I liked it so, I let him go on for about half an hour before he realised that if we went on any longer he'd end up being arrested for having sex with someone who's underage.
After that, I assumed that all guys liked it. That ended with a lot of beatings and long talks with my dad. I've always appreciated how much he's always accepted me and defended me. However, he can be very stereotypical at times. But I let him play the 'single dad, gay kid' card a few times. That's probably where me and Kurt can relate. Well at least he can say his Mom loved him, I however, can only say my mom fucked off to France because she got bored. Then a year ago she asked me if I'd like to spend my sophomore year in Paris. My dad made me accept. I guess he was hopeful she was only bored of him and still wanted to connect with me. He was wrong. She only wanted me to show off as her 'gay son' to her posh friends up in Paris. That's kinda how I got addicted to hooking up.
I wanted to show her up by making a reputation for myself. So I started drinking, and messing around with guys. When I came back I couldn't stop, because I'd just get all stressed out and snap at my dad. It was like when a smoker tries to quit, except about five times worse and a lot less of a danger to my lungs. So that's where we are now. Back at Dalton for my junior year (I was there for my freshmen year by the way) ready to see all my old friends and crushes like… "Wait where's Blaine?"