Sebastian Smythe had an awesome life. He went out to bars nearly every weekend. His parents didn't really care and even if they had, Sebastian would go anyways.

School was a joke. He sometimes wondered if his teachers were actually serious or if they really were as dumb as they appeared. Simply ridiculous. He could sing as well and he was rather good at it, if he said so himself which wasn't that surprising. He was Sebastian Smythe after all. He could manipulate people and make them do exactly as he wanted them to. And on top of all that, he happened to be ridiculously good looking.

And he just loved it. He loved that nobody could resist him, and if they did then sooner or later they'd fall for him anyways. They would follow him like stupid little puppies until he had enough and got rid of them, because if you keep people around, they try to change you for their own good. And Sebastian Smythe refused be influenced by anyone.

Of course, if one of his conquests wanted to get further than the usual - like exchanging numbers to keep in touch and maybe meet up for coffee or the such – he turned them down sooner as they could call him 'handsome'. Who needed love anyways? There was nothing wrong with having fun. A hot make-out session with some guy he met at Scandals and maybe a blow-job afterward in the bathroom of the back of the club, or even a one-night-stand if the guy seemed like a good fuck, but that was it. Love just caused pain and nobody needed unnecessary pain in their life. Especially Sebastian, because pain was pathetic. It made you feel weak and want to curl yourself up into a corner and cry. It broke and destroyed you, and you couldn't do one thing about it. But that wasn't the most fucked-up thing about pain. The most fucked up thing about pain was that it stayed deep in your heart. It held on everything you had and didn't let go until nothing good was left.

Sebastian may well be a manwhore, and thanks to lovely society, a fag as well, but he wasn't pathetic in any way. And he wouldn't be. Ever. Not again, at least.

Was it really wrong that he wanted to keep his distance? People couldn't hurt you if you kept your distance, and you couldn't hurt them either. Of course, some people fell in love right after the first kiss, but really? How desperate could anyone be? He knew he'd never fall in love, because he wouldn't let anyone near him to hurt him. He just didn't do relationships.

And he was alright with that. Of course, he didn't know any other way, and he wasn't interested in knowing at all. Why should he? There wasn't any need to know about something you didn't want anyways, and there was no reason to work your ass off for something that resolved itself eventually, either.

Sometimes you did need to work in order to get what you wanted, but what was life without a good challenge once in a while?

Blaine Anderson was that exact thing: a challenge. And a fucking hot one, for that matter. Ever since he first heard of Blaine Anderson, he just knew he needed to get into those pants. But nothing had work so far, because Blaine and his up-tight bitch of a boyfriend were so in love. He hadn't even had a chance to make another move since that first failed effort that took place in Scandals a few months back.

And there it was again. That silly word. Love. Being in a relationship because of love was just dumb, because you'd get hurt eventually and it'd be because you thought you were in love. Regardless to the fact that Sebastian thought love was pathetic, he always thought that people fell in lust, not love. You could long for someone and have hot, mind-blowing sex with them, but that didn't mean you were in love. When you're desperate for another person, your body tells you so. You want this person to be near you, you want the satisfaction of the rhythm two bodies can fall into, and sex is the solution to those feelings. Sebastian knew what he was talking about. He got laid nearly every weekend, after all.

Yes, Sebastian still longed for Blaine, and he did flirt with him. But rather because Blaine was his target for the better half of the past year. It was familiar to pine after Blaine. He enjoyed Blaine's, and even Kurt's company as well, though he still couldn't stand his stupid gay-face and his ridiculously tight pants. It was fun to flirt with Blaine and see him getting all flushed, but it was even more fun to see Kurt getting all angry with him. When they sat together at the Lima Bean and Blaine left them to get new coffee or something, he'd throw an insult at Kurt and Kurt wouldn't just sit there and take it. He'd fire back a quick reply to Sebastian's taunts, and it was always something good. In a way it was a challenge too, and even though it generally meant that as long as he was able to banter with Kurt he wasn't able to get into Blaine's pants, he'd take this for the sake of what was supposed to be a really good fuck. Nothing else.

It was only logical to use your time as best as possible. He knew he behaved like an asshole, but he didn't really care what others thought of him.

So what if he liked to sleep around? There was nothing wrong with taking care of your urges, nor of having fun by doing so. Perhaps some called him a slut, but he really didn't care either way. It wasn't his fault that they were all fucking prudes at Lima and Dalton. He did know that his way of getting what he wanted wasn't always appropriate, and yes, he did regret what happened with Dave. But there wasn't much he could to about it now, was there?

He apologized after all, and the guilt wasn't eating him away anymore as it used to right after the incident. He even met up with Dave for coffee sometimes. Sebastian was feeling pretty well these days, actually, until he met the oh so happy couple at the Lima Bean. He started off flirting with Blaine, as usual, barely acknowledging Kurt until Blaine excused himself and went to the bathroom.

Sebastian stared after him, eyes focused on Blaine's ass, until the other boy disappeared into the men's bathroom. He could feel Kurt staring at him, so with a smirk he turned back to Kurt and raised an eyebrow.

"Like what you see, gay-face?" he asked.

Kurt just rolled his eyes "You wish, meerkat." he replied.

Sebastian's smirk widened and his eyes locked with Kurt's. "Well I can't say I blame you, I'm quite the looker. I'm sorry to disappoint you though, but I don't do girls."

Kurt just glared at him. "I wouldn't 'do' you even if we were the last human-beings on earth, Smythe, so the feeling's quite mutual."

Sebastian sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. Judging by the way Kurt clenched his jaw, he could tell that Kurt wasn't really in the mood for their usual banter, but Sebastian couldn't help himself. So he threw another comment at Kurt. "At least I'd know what to do with myself if I was the last human-being. You, however, seem like you wouldn't even know how to jerk off properly. God, Blaine must be bored to death when the two of you are getting it on."

He could see the other boy tense. God, he just loved to banter with Kurt. It made him feel alive in a really weird way. Though, there really was something odd about the way Kurt reacted to his comments today. There was no fire in his eyes. It seemed like he wanted Sebastian to fuck off for good. Well, Sebastian already knew that Kurt found him annoying, but at the same time he always guessed that their banter was as much fun for Kurt as it was for Sebastian.

"Our sex life is none of your business, thank you very much. Just because your life is fucked up doesn't mean everyone else's is, too."

Sebastian's smirk slipped and he frowned. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He opened his mouth to ask exactly that, but Kurt seemed to already know what Sebastian was about to ask so he got started on his explanation.

"You really don't realize it, do you? You're the most fucked up person I've ever met. You sleep around and you keep on trying to get into my boyfriend's pants. You're a bastard who manipulates people for his own good, and you don't even notice that your cocky attitude is nothing but annoying. God, Sebastian, don't you feel sorry for yourself? I certainly do." Kurt finished his little speech and looked at a frozen Sebastian.

Suddenly the room was hot, too hot, and the surrounding noises seemed to get louder by every second. Sebastian's heart was pounding in his chest, and he was sure it was twice it's normal rate. His fingers gripped at the sides of the table until they went white. This wasn't supposed to be about Sebastian's life. Fighting over Blaine, insulting one another, and being as mean as possible in order to get the most amusing reaction out of each other; that was what these banters were always about. Not him. Never about him.

He closed his eyes, because it was getting harder to breath under the intense stare Kurt had on him, whom he realized was still awaiting an answer. Sebastian reopened his eyes, and for a moment he thought he could see Kurt's eyes light up with something. Maybe concern? But that was ridiculous. So instead of answering, Sebastian got up and left the table in a hurry, determined to leave the place as soon as possible, leaving a very confused Kurt behind him.

He could hear Kurt calling after him, but he didn't care. He practically ran the last few meters and pushed the door open. Fresh air hit his face, and Sebastian took a deep breath of relief. With closed eyes he leaned against the wall next to the entrance. What the hell had that been? He ran out on Kurt freaking Hummel because of a stupid insult? Though, Kurt didn't really insult Sebastian, now did he? Kurt just told him how his behavior affected his surroundings, but Sebastian already knew that. He already knew that everybody thought he was an utter ass. Kurt wasn't the first to tell him that, many people had before him, but it had never affected him like it was now.

After all, anybody would be a damn lucky bastard to live just one day like he did, and then they'd finally understand what he meant. Why it was fun to sleep around. Why it was safe. So what if he was a manwhore? At least he had fun, for fuck's sake.

But then why was he feeling like total shit after what Kurt had said to him?