"Principal Smythe?" the high nasally voice of Patricia, Sebastian's portly receptionist, called over the intercom. "Mr. Kurt Hummel is here to see you."
Sebastian took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, closing his eyes and clearing his head. It took a lot of mental preparation for Sebastian to deal with Kurt, and Sebastian had to deal with him every…damn…day.
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel – a senior, and Dalton's most recent transfer student from McKinley High. Dalton didn't have many mid-year transfer students this semester, but out of the seven they had gotten, Kurt was unlike any of them. In fact, with his purple hair and his piercings, he wasn't the typical Dalton student.
Sebastian didn't get the chance to meet Kurt his first week of school since he was at a conference in Cincinnati, but he heard all about the precocious young man the minute he stepped foot back in his office that following Monday. Apparently, Kurt had been too much for the vice principal to handle.
After Sebastian returned, she immediately went on vacation.
Kurt had managed to find a way around most of the school's rules, including exploiting several political statutes and culturally exclusive loopholes that allowed him to keep his violet-colored locks and row of cartilage piercings regardless of the fact that they were in direct violation of the school dress code.
Intrigued by the stories he heard featuring Dalton's newest cynic from both students and staff, Sebastian called Kurt out of class and in to his office, which might have been his biggest mistake. From the moment Kurt laid his glasz eyes on Principal Smythe, he would not leave him alone. Sebastian had had his fair share of students crushing on him before. Being one of the youngest principals in Dalton history probably didn't help much on that account. But Kurt was different. He was positively relentless. He tried everything possible to get Sebastian alone. Without a vice principal to delegate Kurt's discipline to, Sebastian came up with creative ways to deal with Kurt so that he didn't have to handle the boy personally, but Kurt was shrewd, even for a teenager. He combed the Dalton rule book, identifying all the infractions that he had to break in order to force the principal to deal with him, and yet not get him kicked out of school.
Kurt definitely had an attitude problem, but that wasn't the issue that got him transferred. Kurt's father had opted to send him to Dalton because of their zero-tolerance bullying policy. Kurt had apparently been slammed into lockers and tossed into dumpsters at McKinley for being gay (a fact that Kurt made a point to emphasize with a smile and a coy flash of his tongue piercing the first time he ever spoke to Sebastian). After three plus years of watching his son turn from a straight-laced, shy young man with aspirations of becoming a big-name Broadway star to a pierced, ripped jean and leather wearing hooligan, leader of a gang called 'The Skanks', Burt Hummel had had enough. He knew he needed to keep his son safe and put him back on the right track toward his future.
Sebastian was sure the man hadn't counted on the tremendous crush that would turn his A-plus son swiftly into a D-minus student.
Sebastian had spent more time talking with Kurt in the last month and a half than he had with his own fiancé…well, ex-fiancé now, and that was part of Sebastian's problem.
Sebastian was vulnerable, and Kurt happened to be his type. On the surface, Sebastian scolded Kurt for his constant flirting and inappropriate comments, but each and every time he heard Kurt's voice, it lit a fire in his stomach. Kurt appealed far too strongly to the spurned teenager still lingering deep inside Sebastian's brain – the bitter eighteen-year-old he had been, who sold fake ID's on campus, and fucked boys like Kurt in the bathroom of nightclubs and bars.
But Sebastian wasn't a teenager anymore. He was a grown man, and in some incredible stroke of luck, Kurt appealed to that side of him, too. The few times Sebastian had gotten Kurt to open up to him – really, honestly open up - he had seen past the boy with the purple hair and the piercings to the well-spoken, intelligent, creative man he was becoming. Sebastian found he was attracted to that man, too…exceedingly so.
"Principal Smythe?" the voice over the intercom repeated.
Sebastian opened his eyes. His moment of peace gone, it was time to confront his adversary, and as exhausting as it sounded, he couldn't help the smirk that curled the edges of his lips thinking about it.
"Let him in," Sebastian said.
The door opened, and a more understated version of Dalton's one and only Skank entered his office. Sebastian had noticed subtle changes in Kurt's dress as of late. The bright violet in his hair was a more muted deep purple, and Sebastian wasn't too sure but he thought Kurt might be missing the hoops he normally wore in the shells of his ears. Sebastian knew for certain that his eyebrow ring had gone suspiciously absent for over a week, and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Kurt was changing his look because he thought it would appeal to him.
It warmed Sebastian's heart. He would never want Kurt to change for any man, but it was still flattering.
"Hello, Sebastian," Kurt said with a sly grin as he passed by and took the seat in front of his desk.
"Kurt," Sebastian said sternly, "we talked about this. I am your principal. Call me Principal Smythe."
"I'm sorry," Kurt said, putting his bag on the floor and throwing a hand up in front of his face, pretending to be mortified. "Whatever you prefer, of course, Principal Smythe."
Sebastian swallowed hard as he sat, pulling his chair in quickly and trying to hide the way it affected him when Kurt called him Principal Smythe in that teasing tone of voice.
"Do you know why you're here today?" Sebastian folded his hands on his desk, his face serious, his gaze locked on to Kurt's eyes, focusing on remaining impassive as Kurt toyed with the barbell in his tongue.
"Because you enjoy the pleasure of my company?" Kurt crossed his legs right over left and sat up, prim and straight. Sebastian's eyes flicked to Kurt's long legs for a second, following them as they moved, and then back to Kurt's eyes, which shimmered with hidden laughter.
Sebastian knew he had been caught looking.
He stood and began to pace behind his desk. He faced the far walls on each pass, giving himself something else to stare at other than Kurt's legs.
"You're here because Mrs. Forsythe informs me that you're failing French."
"I know." Kurt dropped his head, attempting to appear repentant. "I've been struggling. It's just so…it's just so difficult…" Kurt sniffled for added emphasis. "I need…" Kurt raised his hooded eyes to meet Sebastian's gaze "…guidance."
Sebastian looked once, then turned his eyes away, shaking his head.
"I don't think you need help," Sebastian said, trying to call Kurt's bluff.
"Of course I need help," Kurt stated innocently, all trace of amusement expertly veiled. "I've gone through five tutors in the two months since I've been here. I failed the last three exams. You're the French academic advisor. It's your job to tutor me as a last resort. So…" Kurt uncrossed his legs, opened them wide, and then re-crossed them again with the left leg over the right this time "…tutor me."
"I think you failed those tests on purpose," Sebastian deduced, pushing the image of Kurt's legs…and his crotch…out of his mind.
"Now, why would I do that?" Kurt batted his eyes, keeping up the act.
"I think you're looking for attention," Sebastian said. "I think you're looking for attention from me."
A small smirk slipped on to Kurt's face. "I swear, Principal Smythe," he pleaded unconvincingly, "I desperately need help. If I fail this class, Mrs. Forsythe is going to make you hold me back."
The last three words were a purr past Kurt's lips.
"Sorry" - Sebastian returned to his desk and opened a manila file folder lying there - "but I'm not buying that."
"You haven't heard me speak French yet" - Kurt paused to bite his lower lip - "so how do you know what I can do?"
Sebastian tried to ignore the provocative way Kurt pinched his lip between his teeth and flipped through the pages of the file until he found what he was looking for. He turned the folder to face Kurt, tapping at a passage of handwritten words at the bottom of the page.
"Because your last French teacher wrote on your transcript, and I quote, "Kurt Hummel is an exceptionally talented linguist with a near perfect accent, and speaks French like a native.""
Kurt waved a hand dismissively in front of his face.
"A public high school teacher," Kurt said, sounding like a perfect snob. "You know as well as I do, Principal Smythe, that the curriculum here is much, much harder."
Sebastian would have rolled his eyes at the obvious and childish innuendo if he wasn't using every ounce of mental strength he had to keep his interested cock from making an untimely appearance.
"Kurt…" Sebastian planted both hands on his desk and leaned forward slightly, fixing Kurt with his severest gaze "…we've discussed your inappropriate behavior before, haven't we?"
Kurt stood up, planted his hands in front of Sebastian's on his desk and leaned in close enough for Sebastian to feel his breath ghost over his lips, tickling the tip of his tongue.
"Am I behaving inappropriately?" Kurt asked, his voice guileless but his lips wearing that same, sly smirk from before. "I thought I was here discussing the status of my academic future."
"You know what I mean." Sebastian pushed off the desk and stood up straight, needing to put some space between them before he seriously started to consider taking Kurt right there, bent over his desk.
Jesus! If he did, he'd never be able to sit at that desk without a massive hard-on again.
"Let's just say, for argument's sake, that I do know what you're implying," Kurt started, slowly walking around the desk and pursuing Sebastian as he made his way to the other side of the room. "Would it be a bad thing? I mean, you're super-hot…I think I'm kind of hot…and we are both adults…"
Sebastian scoffed. He wasn't going to simply take Kurt's word for it that he was eighteen.
Luckily, Kurt's file, still opened on Sebastian's desk, left no doubts. Kurt definitely was eighteen. A legal adult.
Sebastian may have triple-checked.
So maybe fucking him would be immoral, but not illegal.
Hell, if Kurt knew all of the Dalton loopholes (and Sebastian knew he did), then he knew that Sebastian wouldn't even lose his job for dating a student as long as the student was a consenting adult, and as long as they didn't fraternize on campus.
With every step Kurt took closer, Sebastian felt his resolve slipping.
"Come on, Principal Smythe," Kurt teased, fixated on breaking through Sebastian's barriers, which he could tell he was from the way Sebastian's muscular shoulders tensed, to his hands flexing in the air, balling into fists and then relaxing again. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one else is watching…" Kurt's voice dropped to a low, velvety whisper. It washed over Sebastian's body and chipped away even further at his already waning self-control.
"I don't look at you any differently than I do the other students at Dalton," Sebastian argued, staring at the wall ahead of him, his voice fighting to stay steady.
"Oh?" Kurt laughed, inching closer. "So I take it you want to fuck every student at Dalton?"
"I don't want to fuck you," Sebastian growled. He turned around, preparing to walk back across the room to his desk, but Kurt was suddenly there behind him, crowding him in.
"I don't believe that," Kurt said with a giggle. "I don't believe that at all."
Kurt put a hand on Sebastian's arm, but Sebastian shrugged it off.
"Why are you doing this?" Sebastian asked, grabbing Kurt by the shoulders and pushing him away, holding him at arm's distance. "Don't you want to find a nice boy your own age who will love and respect you?"
"I don't want a boy, I want a man," Kurt informed him. "And what? You don't think you can love and respect me?" Kurt leaned over and captured one of Sebastian's fingers between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled around it suggestively with his tongue. Sebastian tore his hand away, biting his lip hard to kill his erection…with no luck.
"Kurt, I'm going to tell you this one last time, as your teacher…" Sebastian saw something flash in Kurt's eyes, something cold and hard, something close to pain "…as your friend…" he continued, his voice going softer. "You need to stop."
"Stop?" Kurt lifted his hands and ran them up Sebastian's arms. "But I've just gotten started."
Sebastian closed his eyes, willing himself to stay strong.
"I hear the way the other teachers talk about you," Kurt went on, breaking free from Sebastian's grip and stepping into his embrace. "I heard that you were a punk yourself in high school, and quite the stud, too." Kurt's voice became a whisper against Sebastian's neck. "I heard you liked them young…"
Kurt's lips connected to Sebastian's skin, and something inside Sebastian came undone. He was losing control of the situation. Sebastian had promised himself after Noel broke off their engagement that he would never allow someone else to control him again. Sebastian wouldn't mind a relationship with Kurt, but not like this. Kurt deserved more than a quick fuck in the principal's office, and so did Sebastian.
But Kurt wasn't listening.
Sebastian would have to find a way to make him listen.
Sebastian spun Kurt around and shoved him up against the wall, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the wood behind him, one on each side of his head. Kurt whimpered at the rough treatment, but that whimper turned into a wavering moan when Sebastian ran his nose down the column of Kurt's neck and pressed against him with his body.
"Is this what you want?" Sebastian groaned, squeezing Kurt's wrists harder until he knew it would hurt a little. "Is this really how you want your first time? Up against a wall in the principal's office?"
Kurt scoffed, an indignant noise that sounded more embarrassed than offended.
"Who says this is my first time?" Kurt grumbled defiantly. He pushed against Sebastian's hands, but they were locked on his wrists like iron shackles.
Sebastian looked into Kurt's blue eyes and grinned cruelly.
"You forget, I was a punk in high school, like you said. Just like you…" Sebastian bounced is head back and forth as he looked Kurt over. "Well, you minus the purple hair."
"So you think I'm a virgin because you were a virgin in high school?" Kurt jeered, sure that he'd gotten the upper hand.
"Nope," Sebastian said. "Not by a long shot. But I could spot one from a mile away. Still can." Sebastian chuckled. "And you've got it written all over you, Kurt. Otherwise, why would you need to try so hard?"
Kurt gasped, his entire body freezing beneath the heat of Sebastian pressing against him, his lust-blown eyes watering from the depths of his humiliation. He turned his head to the side, his pale cheeks flaring so red that Sebastian thought they might burst into flame.
When Kurt could finally make himself speak, his voice sounded small and tight.
"Fine," he said. His hands became dead weight in Sebastian's grasp and Sebastian let go, letting Kurt's arms drop to his sides. "I give up. Just give me my damn pass and I won't bother you again."
Kurt brushed past Sebastian and headed for his desk. He grabbed his book bag off the floor and dropped down into the stiff leather chair. Holding his bag protectively in his lap, he kept his eyes trained on the toes of his Docs (also not part of the dress code, but Sebastian could let that slide).
Sebastian returned to his own chair and straightened his dress shirt, regarding the defeated boy in front of him. Peel away all the posturing and false bravado, and Kurt was just a kid – scared, insecure, and struggling to find his place in the world. A world that had already tried to beat him down several times before.
It made Sebastian's heart hurt.
He could use the excuse that, as an educator, he couldn't ignore a student in pain, but that wasn't the only reason.
Sebastian cared about Kurt too much.
Sebastian sat in his chair and pulled out a pad of hall passes from his desk drawer. Kurt remained quiet as Sebastian filled one out, tore it from the pad, and handed it across the desk to him. Kurt plucked it from Sebastian's fingers, careful not to touch him, and clutched it in his fist.
"Now that that's settled," Sebastian said evenly, "there's still the matter of your failing grade in French."
"So what do I do about that?" Kurt asked, sullen, with the pass disintegrating steadily in his hand.
"I've decided to enroll you in our incentives program," Sebastian said.
Kurt's nose scrunched, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Incentives program?" he asked. "What incentives program?"
"Kurt, I happen to think you're an incredibly smart and gifted young man," Sebastian said, writing another note on a piece of his personal stationary, "so here's what we're going to do - you stop the theatrics here at school, you re-take all three exams and bring up your grade in French…"
Kurt's eyebrows raised, his cheeks coloring again from Sebastian's praise, a glimmer of hope growing in his eyes. "And…"
Sebastian tore the paper from the pad and handed it to Kurt. Kurt took the note and read it, his eyes going over the numbers written there again and again until he finally absorbed their meaning.
"You call me Friday night," Sebastian said with a fond smile, "and I'll take you out to dinner."
Kurt's slow burning grin returned, lighting up Sebastian's entire body from the inside out.
"Putain de merde," Kurt murmured.
Sebastian winked at him, returning his smile.
"That's my boy."