This story... -_-! I began this back when "Michael" first aired, I listened to "Smooth Criminal" more times than I should have and then the headcanon just happened.

I posted this first part on tumblr, but after some time I decided to post it here too! So here it is.

The OC introduced here is the same one as in my two previous stories, Lorraine Simms, she's Kurt's cousin and is living in Ohio with him. If you have read my previous stories you'll realize she is not acting in the same way as there. If you haven't read them then everything is cool. I guess for this case Lorraine was not the nicest growing up, and she got into a lot of trouble over time, but she couldn't care less. All those problems were the cause of her moving to Ohio. Also, Sebastian will be acting a little OOC because seh behaves as bi instead of gay. They're both attending McKinley High now, and Kurt's NYC, so it's set in the future.

This is also my first shot at smut, it isn't very heavy, but the rating is M to be safe. I hope you like it! Any comments or opinions are always welcome! Both here and on tumblr, user name klainelonestar93...

Enjoy!

Sebastian had been all over Blaine that day. It was starting to be hard to ignore by the time Lorraine decided to stop it. Since now Kurt was in New York, she felt it was her responsibility to take care of Blaine.

But Sebastian made it hard, very hard. Seeing him flirting openly with Blaine in the hallways was always the worst part. Nobody cared; nobody was going to do something.

That morning was when everything changed. Besides from the usual flirting, this time Sebastian took Blaine's hand and simply walked away, leaving the other boy startled. She was looking from a distance, hiding behind her locker. The asshole decided it will be fun to rub it in her face. "Are you enjoying the show?"

He kept walking slowly, waiting for her reaction. She could only think 'You, son of a bitch!' She turned to look at him; he was walking into the locker rooms.

"Sebastian!" The locker room was empty. "I saw you walking inside, so don't pretend like you're not here."

"Smart… I'm impressed. I considered you more like Kurt, stupid…" The voice came from behind her.

"Don't you dare to talk about my cousin like that."

She had been walking away from the voice behind her. *Click* She quickly turned; he was standing at the door, his hand in the door knob. The same one he had just closed.

"I'm not afraid of you, Sebastian."

He flashed that smirk that appeared in his face when he was being especially bitchy. "I'm not afraid of you either, Lorraine."

"You should, asshole."

"Why? Because you are actually a little shit hiding behind the pretty girl look?"

"You don't know anything about me…"

"Well, turns out, my father is a State Attorney, and he had some friends down in Florida that owed him a favor. You have quite an interesting record."

She looked at him. "So, you looked me up…"

"Vandalism, assault, robbery, drugs… I needed to know what I was going to be facing… I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, in fact I'm glad you did. But why did you needed to know what you were facing?"

"I knew you were going to take over Kurt when he went to New York."

"I'm impressed… You may have some intelligence inside your little brain after all."

The smirk in his face was still there. It was making her nervous. "Why did you close the door?"

"Precaution, I don't want anybody coming in while we are here."

"Should I be scared?"

"Yes, you should."

"I thought I was the one with a police record…"

"An impressive police record… You're quite a master of disguise. I bet Kurt and Blaine don't even know this…"

Lorraine had slowly walked away from him. He was still by the door. She stopped right in front of him, only a couple of feet away. That day she was wearing sneakers, a reminder of those days in which she was a bad girl. She leaned with her back against a locker and raised an eyebrow.

"No one knows… and I don't understand your sudden interest."

"I told you, I needed to find out who I am to be facing."

"Ass."

"I don't like you. I never did."

She raised an eyebrow and asked again. "What are you going to do? Should I be scared?"

His face showed the same smirk as before. "Are you?"

"No, I'm more scared of what may happen to you."

"Right… Because you are actually a true bitch…"

"Look at yourself, Sebastian, whimpering in front of a girl. How pathetic."

"I'm not whimpering. I'm just going to show you that no matter how much you try to keep me away from Blaine, it's not going to work."

"How are you supposed to show me that?"

Sebastian moved so quickly he almost became blurry, she was being pinned against the same lockers she was just leaning on. "Are you scared now?"

"No, Seb, in fact I find this kind of cute from you."

His hands grabbed her hips with violence; he was in between her thighs. "Your heart is racing."

"I'm bisexual, not asexual, ass. I still like boys. Sadly, I have to admit you're pretty hot."

His hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her in the air. Her legs were now tangled around his waist. "So, you think I'm hot…"

"I didn't say I thought so, I just said you are."

"Since we're being honest, I'll admit that you're pretty smoking too."

She looked up at the ceiling; her back was starting to hurt. "I'm flattered, I thought you were gay."

"That doesn't keep me from looking. Besides, a girl with a record like yours must have dealt with something like this before."

"You mean the growing bulge in your legs?" Sebastian glared at her. "Oh, yes, Seb, I can feel it from here. I can also feel your heart racing. Are you sure you're gay?"

"Sure as hell…" He slowly made her slide against the lockers until their faces were a couple of inches apart. She smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I can still feel it, Seb."

"Can you stop calling me Seb? It makes me think that you're actually a human, instead of a soulless monster."

"Am I a monster for trying to keep you away from my cousin's boyfriend?"

"He'll be mine, Lorraine. Sooner or later."

"Oh, really? I don't think so, well, he won't be as long as I'm here."

"I loathe you. I swear that if you were not a girl, I would fuck you right here and right now."

His hands were slowly reaching the low part of her back, making her hipbones touch his. "I have a pair of heels in my locker. I could put them in your ass if you want." He glared at her with lust-filled eyes.

"Shut up, bitch."

She wasn't giving up. Many things have happened in her life, she was even in prison for a short time. She even had a boyfriend who happened to be gay. Sebastian meant nothing.

"Shit!" she hissed, one of the locks was nailing painfully in her back. "I know you are a soulless bastard, but would you mind moving me? The lock in my back is…" With a sigh he moved across the lockers a few inches, only enough to keep her back into a flat surface.

"Look who's whimpering now…" Lorraine looked straight into his eyes; he was also looking straight at hers, dark and lust-filled. She laughed.

"I'm worried about you, Seb. I think you may be losing yourself." Her voice was simply a whisper; his body was almost crushing hers against the metal. It was also a disadvantage that she was several inches smaller than him.

"What do you mean by losing myself?" His eyes were questioning her. "I'm a girl, in case you haven't noticed. And I believe this is a compromising position for you."

He pushed her even harder. Her voice became even fainter than before, but she was still able to talk in between gasps. "I can still feel it, Sebastian Smythe! It doesn't matter how much you try to hide it, it's pretty obvious you want to…"

"What? Fuck you raw against these lockers? I want to! You're so damn good in whatever you do, that I'm forgetting I don't like chicks."

"I'm not doing anything; your own body is betraying you… But, I guess you're lucky. I'm in the mood for anything now… You're hard and pressed against me; I don't actually care if you are gay."

"You're such a little slut, right?"

"Stop playing games, and do it."

He finally kissed her. It was awful, and at the same time hot. Oh, god. She hated Sebastian Smythe. He hated Lorraine Simms. Somehow, Lorraine saw herself raised, even higher than before, and then dropped in the floor with the same strength. It has been a while since she actually felt her legs like jelly over a guy, a gay guy she reminded herself. Her hands were tugging his belt, running up his chest and finally loosening his tie. His hands were all over her, and their bodies arched at the lightest touch of the other. They needed the contact like it was air. The buttons of his shirt popped open and the zipper of his pants fell too.

"This isn't fair…" he mouthed against her neck. Little moans were escaping both of their mouths.

"Promise me no one will ever know about this…" she was breathing heavily as his hands slid across her thighs one more time.

"Whatever…"

Lorraine had to admit Sebastian had quite a good mouth; he was probably leaving hickeys all over her right now, if she wasn't already covered in them. She pulled the hair at the back of his neck, earning a hiss in response. He bit her lip as payback. That's when she started blinking and realizing doing this in the locker room was wrong, really wrong. "Sebastian, stop… we can't go on here because if someone finds out, we're screwed."

He didn't even answer, but his lips stopped. In one single movement he ripped her skirt and glared furiously at her. He didn't like being stopped.

"You, asshole! That was a Marc Jacobs's new collection!"

Slap.

Sebastian's face was turned away from hers. Visibly in pain, the boy glared furiously at her again, and with a stomp walked away. He unlocked the door and burst into the hallways of McKinley High. No one knew what had just happened inside that locker room, except for Sebastian and Lorraine.

When he was outside he realized his clothes were a mess. He tried to; at least, tug his shirt back into his pants. To his misfortune, Blaine was walking by when he stepped out of the boys' locker room. He looked carefully at Sebastian, and decided it will be better to never talk to him again. He was sweating, his lips were swollen and he had scratches in the visible parts of his chest.

Blaine turned at the corner, leaving Sebastian alone again. Lorraine stepped outside too. "I think he won't come near you again, right Seb?"

He only watched her walking. Her destroyed skirt was hanging in her arm; she was wearing the dark tights she had below the skirt, and her shirt was showing her shoulder like if she was a Victorian slut. 'Whatever we did inside the locker room didn't mean anything to her', he thought. "I still loathe you, Simms." She heard it.

"Me too, but if you ever feel like it, we can repeat this." He smirked, and finally they both took their separate ways. 'Seems she actually liked it, so… Maybe…' was his last thought.