AN: This is my first seblaine fic, so sorry if Sebastian's characterisation isn't perfect! I am not deaf myself however I have done as much research as I can and please let me know if I'm portraying anything unrealistically. Also please don't think I'm bashing Kurt, but this is Seb's pov and it's pretty clear how he feels about Kurt. This is just the prologue, future chapters should be longer!

Sebastian sat in the Lima Bean, doing his calculus homework as he casually sipped at his latte, involuntarily wrinkling his nose at the premium brand taste. Of all the things he missed about Paris, decent coffee was definitely in the top 5. The Lima Bean was one of the best coffee shops in this town, which was a rather depressing discovery he had made.

He felt the unusually warm september air hit him as someone opened the door agian, and shrugged out of the stuffy maroon blazer he was wearing. Most students at Haverbrook hung around campus on their free periods, but Sebastian opted to study at the coffee shop as ever since he had moved to the school he had been accosted by the leader of the tragic choir, Marc. Somehow the boy had found out that Sebastian had only completely lost his hearing in the last few years and had got it into his head that considering his near perfect diction and memory of songs, he would lead them to a national victory. Sebastian rolled his eyes internally every time he thought about it. There was no way he was going to be part of a deaf choir - attending a handicapable school was embarassing enough without enduring pitying looks from the morons that go to see them perform. Seriously, he was starting to think Marc had a screw or two loose, the way he'd been following Sebastian around campus. He'd even started to eat opposite the boy, to which Sebastian pointedly ignored him in hopes he'd go away. This was turning into borderline harrassment.

Setting down his pen, Sebastian looked up from his homework and glanced around the shop. He saw people everywhere: a college student, most likely hungover, typing away on a tired looking laptop and what was probably a double espresso; an elderly couple, who looked to be bickering with eachother based on their body language, coming towards an empty table, but whatever it was clearly wasn't serious as the man still pulled out a chair for his wife; a woman in a hideous suit talking on her phone as she played what looked to be angry birds on her ipad at the table next to his; some private school students in navy blazers and pleated skirts at the couches, laughing with each other. It was oddly satisfying for Sebastian to be so easily able to observe all of this. He'd always had a knack for reading situations, and going deaf had actually heightened this ability. It took away distractions: instead of focusing on the mindless chatter or the whirring of the coffee makers, he simply focused on what was going on and more often than not could figure out the gist of any conversation without too much difficulty.

The door opened again and two boys his age walked in. he could only see the face of one, who was laughing at something the other had said. He was clearly gay, with coiffed brown hair and a too cluttered outfit of which the inspiration seemed to be gay hobbit. He was wearing a green poncho, for god's sake. Overly camp guys did nothing for Sebastian. Not like the guy he was with: he had black hair heavily gelled to his head, a neat fitting blue polo which showed off his muscular back and toned, tanned arms, and he was wearing incredibly tight red pants. Sebastian felt his eyebrows raise at that ass. He couldn't wait to see the guy from the front if this was how he looked from the behind. He needed to get on that. Stat.

Don't get him wrong, Sebastian was fairly sure the two were dating based on the way the camp one was looking at the hot guy, but when Sebastian wanted something - or someone in this case - there was little that would stop him. And a boyfriend was pretty low down on that list, to be honest. He didn't really believe in the whole dating thing. Fair enough if you're old and its difficult to find many people who can stand the sight of you - in that circumstance, by all means, latch onto whoever will put up with you. Ditto for ugly and/or fat people. But when you're young and hot, why waste valuable time tying yourself down when you could be getting it on with a new guy every night?

The two were still at the counter ordering, but Sebastian was in no rush for them to sit down, as he was very much enjoying the view. He noticed the old couple staring at him in his peripheral vision, but he couldn't bring himself to care, or to be more subtle for that matter. If people wanted to be ignorant assholes, they could go ahead, but he wasn't going to change himself for some small town hick. If they didn't like it, then in Sebastian's mind they could go fuck themselves. He saw the woman gesturing to his ear and her own in the most obvious way possible, and the two turned around. He rolled his eyes. If there was one thing that never failed to piss him off, it was people giving him special treatment. In his short time in Lima, he'd come across too many homophobes who decided to stop being homophobic when they noticed his hearing aids or the slightly guttural nature of his speech. When he came across this he usually amped up the gayness, or called them out. It was fairly amusing watching them squirm at being called out as homophobic and ableist at the same time.

The guys finally went to find a table, and infuriatingly the hot guy's back was still to him. All he could see was the other guy, who's face was getting more irritating by the minute. He had to see him - it was driving him crazy. Sebastian suddenly realised the bathroom was behind their table, and he smirked, glad he'd finally came up with a plan. Sebastian shrugged his blazer back on and got up, walking towards the bathroom quickly. He thought he might aswell go since he was in there and it would look weird if he walked straight back out again. As he was washing his hands, Sebastian felt a strange fluttery sensation in the pit of his stomach. He tried to quench it, not knowing why he was nervous for looking at some random hot guy's face. What was going on with him?

As he came out, he looked up as subtly as he could, but when he saw the guy he froze.

He knew that face.

Sebastian didn't know how long he was staring for, but suddenly his eyes shifted to meet Sebastian's. A look of confusion clouded over the too familiar brown eyes, until they widened in realisation.

Sebastian saw his lips move, and knew the word they formed.

"Sebastian?"