"Do you even understand what you did to him?" Kurt doesn't even care that he is crying. He's been so angry for so many hours that the fact that tears are running down his face in front of Sebastian, of all people, doesn't even enter his mind. "Does it even make it into your sex-crazed meerkat brain that you just blinded Blaine? That the boy you claim to love might lose his eye because of you?"
"Love? When did I ever say anything that would make you think I believe in love?" Sebastian is sitting, calm and collected on the floor of the parking garage. He is leaning back against the cement post as if this whole thing is normal, as if he does this all the time. He barely even blinks as he takes in the screaming boy in front of him. "And if you hadn't had your boyfriend," he spits the word boyfriend, like it is the worst insult he can think of, "protect your honour, he'd be fine. Besides, I've moved on."
"Did it ever cross your miniscule mind that you were lucky it was Blaine instead of me?" His voice is calmer now, returning to its normal pitch, tears still shimmering on his cheeks.
Kurt had thought it was fitting that this meeting happen in the same place as Blaine's injury; it added a certain symmetry to the entire situation. The fact that he's worrying about the narrative weight of it all, in light of what happened, makes him worry that Rachel is having an effect on him.
"Why, because Blaine isn't afraid to throw a punch?" Sebastian's retort is easy, flowing as if trading barbs in a dirty garage is a normal way to spend a Friday night. That quality speaks to Kurt's nerves, setting his spine on end.
"Blinding the son of a congressman while in Dalton uniform, I'm sure the media would love that." Kurt starts walking, pacing back in forth across the spot where Blaine had fallen. "Shouldn't even chipmunks with powerful fathers have some sense of self-preservation?" He smirks a little and raises an eyebrow, trying to beat Sebastian at this imagined game.
"Funny that you think anyone will ever think I actually tried to hurt you, let alone Blaine." Sebastian's voice is ice as replies, his blue eyes following Kurt's feet as they slap against the concrete.
"You think anything about this is funny?" Kurt can't stop himself from blurting, rage twisting his face.
"Everything about this situation is funny, from my side." A smirk traces its way across Sebastian's face. "It's hilarious that you believed I'd bother putting salt in a slushie. It's positively ludicrous that you think I'd admit to it afterwards. But mostly, it's just comical that you think that this is still about Blaine." The smirk is gone, replaced by an obnoxious grin.
"What else could it possibly be about, you idiot? You put him in the hospital!" Kurt is back to screaming. His voice, higher than normal, screeching across the parking garage.
"Incidental." Sebastian's grin is, if anything, enhanced by Kurt's screaming. "It's a pity though, he was pretty. I would have enjoyed fucking him. But you got in the way of that, you needed to pay." He shrugs a little, like his words, that entire attitude, should be obvious, like Kurt should already know how this is his fault.
"M-me?" Kurt manages to squeak, eyes wide and mouth falling open. His feet still in their spot, exactly where he had been standing as the slushie had been thrown. He stays like that for a moment before rage overcomes him. "What the hell? In what world does my boyfriend rejecting you mean you get to gouge out my eyes?
"You look pretty with your mouth open like that. Makes me wonder if you can do something other than spew nonsense and sing badly." Sebastian doesn't respond to Kurt's question, bringing it back to him and, as always, to sex. "Angry isn't bad either. And I can never say no to hate sex." Sebastian gets to his feet leisurely, the grin never leaving his face.
"You're revolting." In a normal world the tone of those words, and the shudder that accompanies them, would have done something to Sebastian, made him recoil, put the tone of the meeting back where Kurt wanted it.
"Revolting?" A harsh laugh escaped Sebastian's lips at the thought. "Your boyfriend didn't think so, when we first met. It was cute, how flustered he got with his schoolboy act. And all your Warbler friends are quite enamoured with me. And face it; you obviously see something in me, if you're here." As he speaks Sebastian takes a few steps forward, placing him close enough to reach out and lightly touch the expensive fabric of Kurt's vest. Unconsciously, Kurt steps back, retreating from Sebastian's suddenly menacing figure.
"Blaine rejected you, and whatever charm you think there is in being a sleazebag, there is nothing that you can offer him that I haven't already got covered. And where the fuck would you get the idea that I have anything but scorn for you? I just want you to get the hell out of my life." Throughout Kurt's entire speech they continue their dance, Sebastian slowly advancing as Kurt moves steadily back, putting as much distance between them as he can.
"Did he tell you that he invited me for coffee at the Lima Bean, Kurt? Because that is hardly the heart rending rejection that you claim it is." Kurt takes the final step back, his heel gently bumping the wall.
"You mean the coffee that ended in you drugging him in a gay bar?" It is now Kurt's turn to harshly laugh. His heart is thumping in his chest now that he has no room left to retreat.
"I didn't drug him; I don't need to resort to that." Despite the statement Sebastian does not look any more innocent.
"So there is a point that's too low, even for you? Assault is fine, but you'd never drug a man." Kurt can't keep the condescension out of his voice.
"Funny, Kurt." For the first time during their conversation Sebastian looks like an actual threat, anger evident on his face. "But no, I meant the one that ended in a warning. There was a reason the slushie was red, Kurt." Sebastian is still advancing, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper.
"I-Is that a threat?" Kurt splutters, aware, not for the first time, of how much taller than him Sebastian is. And of the muscles that lacrosse crafted on his body. "You started this conversation by talking about how that wasn't your goal." Kurt raises an eyebrow, trying to retain some control over the meeting he had called.
"Was I not being clear?" Sebastian is inches away from Kurt by this point; his feet carefully planted in front of Kurt's as he places his arms on either side of Kurt's shoulders, effectively trapping the smaller boy. "The slushie was a warning, this is a threat." He speaks slowly, almost as if he's speaking to a very young child.
"What happened to your boyfriend will look like a joke if you ever cross me again." All of the humour is gone from Sebastian's face now, a terrifying scowl replacing it. "That includes telling anyone about anything that happened at this meeting, Kurt." With that last syllable Sebastian leans in the last few inches and crushes his lips into Kurt's, forcing his tongue into his mouth. He stays there for a second, feeling Kurt tense in fear before sweeping away, letting Kurt collapse to the ground in privacy, tears streaming down his face.
AN: This is something of a reaction to Michael. More of a fanwank because Kurt's character was so royally fucked up, that I need to do something to make it make sense. So there's this. This is pretty much my worst headcanon of how Sebastian could behave, I have another in which he's nicer, but that's less fun. So this happened.