Slam!
If you had told Sebastian eight months from now he would be attending high school at McKinley (in the state of Ohio no less) well...he would have given some rather colorful expletives of what to do with yourself.
So being here and now, in the sweaty halls of Lima, Sebastian was reevaluating the extent to which he would go for a boy.
Particularly a one Blaine Anderson.
The ugly football player breathed in his face, "You wanna say it again fag? Huh? Do ya?"
Another slam.
Sebastian grimaced.
Then, "Suck my cock, primate."
A fist broke his nose.
Shouts let loose around him.
"Karospky! That's enough! You'll report to my office immediately for expulsion!"
Sebastian dropped to the floor.
His head hit the locker on the way down.
He could vaguely make out a pair of worried faces.
The Principle and Mr. Shuester.
"Sebastian?"
Will's eye brows scrunched, "Are you okay?"
"He'll need to see the nurse," the other guy said.
"Come on," the glee teacher helped him to his feet.
The former Dalton student couldn't let a perfectly good reputation go to waste, "I could have jumped roped with that guys IQ," he gave a very wide smirk, and his knees immediately crumpled.
"Okay! Nurse's office you go."
It seemed popularity was not an option at McKinley.
Almost every one hated gay people with every breath of passion.
And took every opportunity to expose that.
Sebastian could almost give Kurt a standing novation for putting up with it over the years.
As a Warbler, he had always been swarthed in protection.
Every student was equal and every student was accepted.
So after 3 weeks of getting slammed into lockers, slushied and thrown into dumpsters he was beginning to think Blaine wasn't anywhere near worth it.
But he was a Smyth.
And Smyths were not quitters.
The Glee Club enjoyed seeing their evil nemesis get a taste of his own medicine.
It made them smile.
But seeing the tall brunette day after day with bruises covering him head to foot-made the singers grow alarmed.
After all Kurt only had physical alterations on rare, occasional basis.
Not every day.
Kurt put up with it.
Kurt sometimes ran after them screaming.
Sebastian heard of the football players homophobic tendencies and enjoyed teasing them with it.
A punch was met with a grind.
A growl was met with a sly wink.
The fact the former Warbler still had his teeth was a miracle in itself.
Nothing swayed Sebastian Smyth.
And one day, it would get him killed.
