Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Title: Exceptions
Summary: AU. Sebastian was never really into nerds - but upon transferring to William McKinley High School he finds himself attracted to Blaine Anderson who is the very definition of the word. However, there is more to Blaine than his status in McKinley's social structure than he thinks. Is he willing to handle that?
Rating: M - SEE WARNINGS BELOW
Pairing: Seblaine
Spoilers: None.
**Note: This fic contains non-con, sexual abuse, sexual assault, self harm, attempted suicide, violence and gun violence. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE BOTHER YOU.**
Part 1:
SLAM!
The sound of a body being slammed against a locker was nothing new to Sebastian Smythe.
Hell he'd done it a few times himself — part of the reason he was now walking through the dump that he deemed William McKinley High School.
He'd been here a week and he was already bored with the place. He spent most of his time (that wasn't spent in detention — incidentally where he was supposed to be heading right now, but Schuester could go screw himself — he had better things to do) watching the jocks give out slushie facials (Juvenile), locker slams (Been there, done that), or handing out dumpster dives (disgusting).
He sighed and took off down the hall when he heard the same noise again, which signified another locker slam. It was giving him a headache and he needed a cigarette.
Plus that way led to the main doors and he could slip out before Schuester had the idiocy to look for him here.
As he rounded the corner, he saw two jocks he knew as Karofsky and Azimio shove a small boy against the lockers.
Normally when he witnessed this, the victims just scurried off with their head down, trying to avoid the same thing happening again.
Sebastian guessed this kid hadn't had the chance — and he was crying.
"Please — I'm sorry — I had so much homework — Azimio I swear I was gonna do it —" he choked out.
"Doesn't change the fact that Tyler's gonna fail me if I don't get that assignment in, does it Anderson?" the jock spit out, hauling the teen up only to push him violently against the lockers again.
"Not to mention Tanaka's gonna kick him off the team, Blaine," Karofsky sneered. "You don't want that, do you?"
"No, I — Please —"
Something in Sebastian snapped and before he knew it, he was moving forward and pushing his way between the bullies and their victim.
"Let him go."
Azimio looked up and rolled his eyes.
"Get lost, Smythe — I'm trying to teach this nerd a lesson."
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"You couldn't teach squat with your IQ, Azimio now let him go." he glanced at Blaine.
Shit. The kid was gorgeous. He had dark curly hair and hazel eyes that were somehow beautiful even when puffy and red and hidden behind thick rimmed glasses, and his face was covered in tears and snot.
Sebastian was gay, sure — but bowties were supposed to be a turnoff - and yet Blaine Anderson wearing one had him trying to supress a full hard on.
"Don't make me unleash the Fury," Karofsky snarled, bringing him back to the present.
"Touch me, and you'll regret it," Sebastian warned, shrugging his leather jacket off and handing it to Blaine.
Karofsky and Azimio laughed once before Karofsky lunged. Sebastian sidestepped easily and the jock crashed into the lockers.
He shouldn't have, but the self-proclaimed badass laughed.
He stopped when Azimio grabbed him and slammed him against the lockers.
"Leave him alone!" he heard Blaine cry.
"Shut up Anderson!" Sebastian froze when he saw the jock slap him.
He saw red and before he knew what he was doing, lifted his fist. The next thing he knew, Azimio was clutching a bloody nose and Karofsky was dragging him away because they could clearly hear teachers that had stayed after heading for their hallway.
Sebastian had no desire to get suspended, even if it would bolster his reputation at McKinley.
He turned to Blaine and grabbed his bag from where it had fallen when Azimio and Karofsky had ganged up on him.
"C'mon Anderson," he said quietly, holding out his hand.
He had to fight to supress a shiver as Blaine's hand timidly found his and wrapped around it.
His skin was so soft.
They ran for the main doors and didn't look back.
—
"I — If you need homework done or anything, I can do it."
They were by Sebastian's car, crouched down so the teachers wouldn't see them. Sebastian looked at Blaine, surprised.
"What?"
Blaine blushed. God, why did he have to look so adorable?
"I — I'm kind of the jocks' go-to person when they have homework —"
"You mean when they have trouble spelling their own names," he interrupted.
Blaine looked down at the asphalt.
"That too." he mumbled.
"I don't want you doing my homework, Blaine," he said quietly.
The other boy stared at him, confused.
"I don't understand — then why did you help me with them?" he asked. "Nobody talks to me — or intervenes when the jocks…do what they do."
"You mean manhandle you?" Sebastian said bluntly.
Blaine flinched.
"Yeah."
"Look, I may have done my fair share of bullying — 's why I'm here. But what they were doing to you — I couldn't take it. Crazy as it may seem, I don't want to see you hurt." Sebastian paused. "I'll make you a deal — You can tutor me in Spanish and I'll keep those assholes from hurting you." and I can spend more time with you because I really want to. "Cool?"
Blaine smiled. Dammit Sebastian was pretty sure he was crushing hard on this boy.
"Cool." he paused. "So we're friends?"
Sebastian smiled.
"Yeah…but you tell anyone and deal's off, got it? Got a reputation to protect, Killer."
Blaine nodded vigorously.
"Okay."
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