A/N Finally! This is the monstrous story that's been occupying my time. It's a long, slow build, and it will have a Kurtbastian endgame. I love Klaine, but with the slight immaturity that I've written for Blaine in this one, as well as divergence of some kink preferences as the story unfolds, Kurt and Sebastian are the better couple here. I promise not to leave sweet Blaine alone and broken-hearted! The story starts sometime after On My Way and finishes AU in season 5-ish, it's definitely Kurt-centric. I'm planning on weekly updates
Warnings for chapter one: Mentions of physical abuse, death of a parent (OC), phone sex, funeral, masturbation
Turning Tables
"He...what?" Kurt's anger drained out, along with the blood from his face, leaving him with a deathly palor. Blaine's voice was strained and almost hard to understand through his phone. He'd witnessed a car accident involving their Dalton Warbler nemesis, Sebastian Smythe. Suddenly the mention of the arrogant, cruel boy no longer made Kurt see red. No one deserved the terror of a severe accident.
"I had to stay with him at the hospital, Kurt! The car accident... He's not hurt from that, but because he's been beaten, Kurt! I was in the hallway when there were these nurses talking... Long history of abuse, broken bones, some that didn't set right..." Blaine's voice broke. "He's such an asshole to keep everyone away from him, so they won't learn his secret. I'm not leaving him alone here."
"I'm on my way," Kurt said and hung up. He was shaken by the information, and torn. He felt a roaring protectiveness that stemmed from aching compassion, but another part of him argued that there was no excuse for how Sebastian had treated everyone. Nevertheless, Blaine needed him, and so he texted his father and jumped in the Nav to head for Westerville Memorial.
Blaine hovered around the ER, listening carefully to the scuttlebutt among the hospital employees, and trying to seem innocuous. He finally overheard that Sebastian was being transferred to a room, and he followed along, trailing far enough back that he was able to identify which room the other boy was settled into as well as when he was left alone. Blaine hurried in as soon as the last person in scrubs was out the door.
"Hey," Blaine said softly as he entered. Sebastian's head whipped around.
"Well hi there, Blaine. Fancy seeing you here."
"Sebastian... I'm glad you're okay."
"Uh-huh."
"Look, I... I heard. I know."
Sebastian's eyes flashed and his lips curled. "Know what, Blaine?"
"They were talking about your x-rays. All the broken bones."
"I think you misheard. I'm fine. I'll be out of here later today."
"I think they're sending the police to talk to you. I doubt you're going home with your dad, Sebastian."
"I don't know what you're talking about," the slender boy said dismissively, but Blaine could see his shoulders tense.
"C'mon. Once a Warbler, always a Warbler. Let me help."
"And just what do you think you can do, huh?"
"Be here. I'm here for you, Seb."
"Don't call me that," he snarled. Blaine recoiled, and Sebastian relented. "Bas," he corrected. "If you have to use a diminutive, call me Bas."
Blaine put his hand on Sebastian's forearm and smiled warmly. "Bas."
Sebastian ignored him and turned his head to look out the window.
When Kurt arrived, the typical snarky banter between Sebastian and him broke the silence. The barbs flew fast, bouncing like a table tennis tournament back and forth. Strangely enough, Sebastian seemed more comfortable arguing with and insulting Kurt than he had accepting Blaine's overtures of comfort.
"-not sure what you think a fairytale princess is gonna be able to do, either."
"Nothing, really, except sit and watch you whine like a little bit-"
"Kurt!" Blaine intervened. He was floored by his boyfriend's callous words. "Seriously? Don't you think Sebastian could use some support right now instead of -"
"Don't worry about it, babe," Sebastian said to Blaine with his typical half-smile. "I kind of find it cute to watch her try to banter with the big boy."
Kurt's lips twisted as he refused to rise to Sebastian's taunt. Blaine choked at the phrase and Kurt's single raised eyebrow. They exchanged glances and knowing smiles.
"You two are actually trying to insinuate that Princess has a big-"
A throat being cleared from the doorway cut Sebastian off, and a well-dressed, distinguished looking man arrived with a police officer.
"Sebastian, how are you doing?" The man in the suit asked.
"I'm fine, Headmaster. Ready to return to Dalton as soon as they release me, sir."
"Are these your friends?" The Headmaster asked.
"Um," Kurt started.
"Yes, Headmaster. I'm Blaine Anderson, and this is Kurt Hummel. We're both former Warblers."
"Of course, Blaine, I didn't recognize you two out of uniform. I hope you're both doing well at McKinley."
"Yes, sir."
"Sebastian, I have some very serious news for you. Would you like Blaine and Kurt to step out?"
"No, they can stay."
"Alright, son. I'm very sorry to let you know that your father didn't survive the surgery. His injuries were too extensive, and his body couldn't withstand-"
"I understand, sir." Sebastian's voice was abrupt and cold.
"Your mother had been notified. She's in Milan, as you know. She...she would like to talk with you to discuss whether you need her to come-"
"I understand, sir. I'll call her. If it's alright with you, I'll just come back to school and let my father's assistant deal with the arrangements."
"That's fine with us, Sebastian, but the police need a statement-"
"Blaine, Kurt, would you please leave?"
The boys left the room but waited in the hall, standing with their shoulders pressed one against the other.
"You could take it easy on him," Blaine said quietly.
"Then he'd really know things are turned upside down. It's normal for us to snipe."
Blaine looked at Kurt in awe. He hadn't thought of it that way. "I love you," he murmured. Kurt blushed and tried not to smile.
"Do you think it was his dad who..." Kurt asked.
"Yeah, I remember him being really bitter about his father."
Kurt sighed and shook his head. "No one deserves that. Not even him."
"I think that's why..." Blaine tried to justify Sebastian's mean boy ways to Kurt. Blaine had always liked the tall Warbler, and had had a hard time staying away from him at least until he'd thrown a slushie meant for Kurt that had damaged Blaine's eye when he got in the way.
"I know. It doesn't excuse what he did to you, but I'll do whatever I need to to help him." Kurt disliked Sebastian, but he couldn't walk away from someone in need.
"Thank you, Kurt. You're amazing."
But Kurt just stared into the distance, his mind elsewhere. Why was Sebastian's mother considering not coming to her husband's funeral? Or at least to be here for Sebastian?
The Headmaster of Dalton left with the police officer. He stopped for brief banalities with Kurt and Blaine, then left, telling them a car would be sent to pick Sebastian up to take him to Dalton.
They returned to Sebastian's bedside. The slim boy looked miserable, but as soon as he saw them, he smoothed his demeanor and sneered. "Aw, tweedle dee and tweedle princess waited to see if I've fallen apart. Well, I haven't. I would like to get dressed, though. Blaine, you can stay and help if you want," he said flirtatiously.
Blaine shifted uncomfortably, moving so he half-hid behind Kurt's shoulder. "Bas, c'mon..."
Kurt's head whipped back and forth between them. "A pet name, huh. How sweet. Blaine, I think it's time for you to go."
Blaine touched his hand and Kurt looked over at him. There was real tension and worry in his golden eyes. Kurt tilted his head and gave a wink, and Blaine relaxed.
"As long as you two aren't going to kill each other..."
Sebastian pouted. "Aw, Princess, you're really insecure, huh? Can't stand the idea of your boy seeing me getting dressed?"
"I'll have my phone on all night, Sebastian, if you need anything," Blaine offered, then left.
The two remaining boys stared at each other. And stared. And stared.
"You wanna see me naked that badly? Fine!" Sebastian snapped, throwing the covers off of himself. Kurt moved off to one side and leaned against the wall. He deliberately looked away as the tall, lanky boy stripped his hospital gown off and pulled his rumpled and stained Dalton uniform back on.
"I would have brought you a clean set of clothes but I figured you wouldn't want to wear anything of mine," Kurt said. He had to force himself not to offer help as Sebastian bit back sounds of pain as he slowly dressed.
Sebastian left the top couple of buttons undone on the shirt and stuffed his tie in the pocket of his blazer.
"You're right about that. When I dress in civvies I like to make it obvious that I'm a guy, not some femme twink."
"If you don't want to be mistaken as anything but a man, I figured you would wear a mask or something so you aren't mistaken for a rodent. At least a femme twink is a human being," Kurt snarked back. But when Sebastian started to stalk over to him, his slick-soled shoes slipped and he sucked in a wincing breath and Kurt smoothly stepped in and put his arm around Sebastian's waist and helped him to the chair beside the bed without comment.
They continued their repartee until the nurse came with his discharge papers and a wheelchair to take him down to the waiting Dalton Academy town car. Kurt followed, riding in the elevator with them. As the light on the numbers shifted indicating their descent, Sebastian addressed Kurt without looking at him.
"I don't want to go back to school yet," he said.
"Okay. We'll go somewhere else," Kurt replied.
So Kurt dismissed the Dalton car and brought his Navigator up and helped Sebastian into the passenger seat, silently indicating the controls for the seat adjustments. Sebastian fiddled with them, ending up leaning back and turning so he was facing Kurt, who glanced over with a quizzical look.
"Don't flatter yourself, dollface. I'm keeping the pressure off my ribs," he said. Kurt rolled his eyes.
Driving with care to avoid ruts in the road, Kurt drove to one of the few places in Westerville that he knew well, other than Blaine's house: the mall. He parked at the outer edge, facing a lightly wooded area.
"So, you better not expect me to blubber and bare my soul or something, Princess," Sebastian sneered. Kurt sighed.
"I still don't like you, Sebastian. But I think I understand you a little more now."
"Fuck you," Sebastian snarled. He tried to sit up and take his seatbelt off at the same time, but his injuries slowed him and he huffed and fell back in defeat.
"You have every right to feel angry. But you choose to be an asshole."
"And you choose to be an uppity bitch."
Kurt shrugged. "We all have our coping mechanisms."
Sebastian scoffed. "Coping? What have you ever had to cope with?"
Kurt paused. He really didn't want to bare his own soul to the mean boy beside him, but he knew it might be a way to break through to him. Still, he wasn't going to go so deeply personal that he exposed himself too much. "We're both gay and out in Ohio, Sebastian."
"Waah. So what?"
"So I know you know it's harder than you make it seem."
Kurt waited for another insult but Sebastian was quiet for almost a minute, and when he spoke his voice was softer.
"Well, it's certainly not Paris."
Kurt nodded, relieved. They both watched as the afternoon sun shone on the trees. A churchbell tolled, and Kurt glanced at the time. Five o'clock.
"Ding dong the witch is dead," Sebastian said, still in a hushed voice.
"I don't know if it's the right sentiment to say I'm sorry you lost your father, considering the circumstances, but... I'm sorry you lost any opportunity you might have had for reconciliation or closure or whatever. Even telling him off, or pressing charges, or... I'm just sorry, Sebastian."
"I don't even know how to feel."
They continued to sit in the quiet of the car until Kurt's phone buzzed. He looked at it.
From Blaine: Everything go okay? Are you home?
From Kurt: I'm hanging with Sebastian. I'll let you know when I get home.
"Are you texting about me?" Sebastian asked defensively. Kurt gave him a level stare.
"It's Blaine, asking if I'm home yet."
"What'd you tell him?"
"Just that we're hanging out."
"Is that what we're doing?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "What would you call it?"
"Well, we could get in the back seat, and then I'd know what to call it." Sebastian's words were typical of him, but his tone was only half-hearted.
"You've never been anything but insulting to me, so I know you aren't flirting."
"What? We shared a moment. I'd let you suck my cock."
"Oh my god, you're disgusting."
"You're not a frigid bitch, are you?"
"Well any moment we were having is long gone now. You're falling back into your asshole self, and I don't know how much more patience I can muster."
"You're kinda pretty when you blush like that. Is sweet young Blaine not enough man to melt that icy cunt?"
Kurt started the car and put it in reverse, scowling. He was done taking the other boy's shit for the time being.
Then Sebastian's fingers touched the back of Kurt's hand, and Kurt felt them shaking. He looked over at Sebastian for the first time since they'd parked. Sebastian's eyes were swimming. Kurt's narrowed, unconvinced of the sincerity of the expression.
"I don't know what to do," Sebastian whispered hoarsely. Kurt put the car back in park and turned his hand over, gently taking Sebastian's and bringing them down to rest on the console between the seats.
"It's okay to be pissed. To be hurt, or relieved or whatever. Feel whatever you actually feel. Just don't get stuck in it. Decide where you want to be eventually, and keep reminding yourself that that's where you're headed."
Sebastian clung to Kurt's hand for a few minutes, keeping his eyes closed and leaning his head against the seat.
Kurt let go immediately when Sebastian pulled away. The injured boy sighed.
"I don't know why you're being nice to me."
Kurt didn't reply. He barely understood himself, merely feeling in his heart that helping people who were hurt was the right thing to do.
"I mean, I know I'm irresistible, but you're really not my type," Sebastian said. Kurt eyed him warily and saw what seemed to be a wry smile in place of the cruel smirk he expected.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'm here because I don't trust you alone with my boyfriend," Kurt replied with gentle rejoinder.
"Mmm. Blaine is everyone's type."
Kurt laughed. "He's pretty amazing." He paused, waiting for a cutting remark. "You really aren't on your game today, Sebastian. I gave you an opening the size of a stadium with that one."
"Well you're starving me. I'm faint with hunger. My wit might be resurrected by a milkshake, though."
"You're paying."
"Of course, Princess. The man always pays."
"Only if he's a gentleman, so it's good I have my own money."
Their banter was lighter and less hurtful as Kurt drove them through town at Sebastian's direction. They agreed that the fast food milkshakes were awful, and so took the time to go to a 50's style diner that Kurt made a mental note to bring Blaine to sometime. It was obvious Sebastian wasn't up to being seen in public looking less than immaculate, so Kurt went inside with the money Sebastian insisted he take, and returned with a strawberry shake for Sebastian and a chocolate malt for himself.
"I need to get back to the school soon," Sebastian said, sipping his drink.
Kurt drove, and pulled around to a side entrance at the dorms. He helped Sebastian to his room, and stayed at the taller boy's look of entreaty as they finished their treats.
"Are you going to be okay tonight? I could find one of the other boys to keep you company for a while," Kurt offered.
Sebastian slurped the rest of his shake loudly at that. "I don't need a damn babysitter." He threw the cup in the trash and took his blazer off.
"Don't be petulant. You could use a friend. Trent's a sweet guy, I bet he'd come watch a movie with you or something," Kurt suggested.
"I'm not into fatties."
"Well, I wouldn't want to subject him to your viciousness anyway. Do you want help with that?" Kurt shook his head but approached when he saw the tall boy struggling to get out of his shirt. He wasn't able to stifle a gasp at the purpling black and blue bruises littering Sebastian's torso.
"Back off Princess, I already told you you're not my type," Sebastian snapped. The shirt fell away and Kurt winced sympathetically. The bruises wrapped all the way to Sebastian's back.
"Those aren't from the car accident."
"Nope. The old man got in some good hits here before we headed out for that performance. I hope they had to cancel without their lead soloist." He went to his closet and pulled on a long blue bathrobe.
"Do you want some ice for those?" Kurt asked.
"Nah, I've got something better," Sebastian replied, pulling a flask from one of the pockets of the plush robe and taking a long swallow. Kurt shook his head.
"You're just full of vices aren't you?"
"It's better than being a vapid twink," he replied.
"So you're back to the cruel insults. I'm leaving. Don't count on our truce lasting past me walking out this door," Kurt snapped. He was fed up. He took twink as an acceptable description, but vapid... No. He was done being nice.
"Come on, Princess, you could stay and have a drink with me. Might loosen you up a little." Sebastian's words were his typical snide ones, but there was real need beneath them, a hopefulness in his tone that stopped Kurt.
"I don't drink," Kurt informed him. "And if I'm going to stay any longer, you're going to be nicer."
"I'm always nice."
"Vapid?"
"We've never had a conversation of any substance, Kurt, and look how you dress. Is anything in your life worth risking getting your precious clothes dirty?"
Kurt was taken aback by Sebastian's use of his name. "So what would you rather discuss with me?"
"Are you frigid?"
Kurt scoffed and headed for the door.
"Hey, it's a valid question!"
"I am not going to discuss my sex life with you, Sebastian."
"So that's a no. If you have a sex life to avoid talking about, I'm assuming there's something going on. C'mon, Princess, throw me a bone. I'm gonna be solo until these bruises heal. Tell me what it's like to take Blaine's thick cock-"
"Why assume I bottom?" Kurt snapped.
"Ooo! Juicy detail: thank you. Now I can imagine what Blaine looks like bent over and taking it..." Sebastian rolled his eyes back theatrically.
"Why do you have to be so crass?" Kurt huffed.
"Oh, so you're all romance and mood lighting? You never just get down and dirty and suck or fuck him? You're missing out. Quickies are their own pleasure."
Kurt sighed. "Change the subject please."
"No masturbatory enhancing details for me?"
"Ugh. Sebastian..."
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"Is your mom really not going to come back for your dad's funeral?"
Sebastian recoiled. "Next subject! Did Blaine ever tell you he was the champion of the secret Dalton fight club?"
"Why does everything about you involve sex or fighting?"
"Fucking and fighting are the cornerstones of masculine life. But maybe someone as femme as you wouldn't understand that," he said.
"You know that any adult gay man would consider you a twink, too, right? You're all baby-faced and skinny with your big pretty eyes and long fingers-" Kurt cut off abruptly.
A genuine smile spread over Sebastian's face. "You like me! I knew it. Every princess wants a big strong prince, and little Blaine just isn't-"
"Blaine is all the prince I want or need, you cretin."
They stared at each other, Kurt glaring and Sebastian smirking.
"I'll admit, every now and then, someone femme can be a nice change. You can keep dreaming. Maybe I'll throw you a bone sometime."
Kurt got up and left.
Talking with Blaine that night after they'd both gone to bed, Kurt fumed over Sebastian's rudeness.
"I guess that's what I get for trying to be nice to such a sex-crazed snob."
Blaine was quiet on his end.
"What?! He is! All he wanted to talk about was sex."
"Kurt, do you...find him attractive?"
Kurt stopped cold. "Sweetheart, I made it very clear to him that I have everything I want with you."
"I know. I'm not worried or jealous or something. I just... Aren't you maybe, um, protesting too much? He's very handsome, and he really can be charming, you know, when he wants to be..."
"Is this your way of telling me that you find him attractive?" Kurt asked softly. He waited for the same sliver of ice slide down his back that he always had when Sebastian flirted with Blaine in front of him.
"C'mon, empirically... And you and he are rather a type, with your long legs and tight bodies and silky upswept hair..."
Kurt had to take a moment. He expected jealousy to be choking him at Blaine's words, but it wasn't. "Is it weird that I-I'm not feeling jealous hearing you talk about him that way?"
"I don't think so. He's handsome, and you actually spent time with him, in a situation where your compassion opened you to his better qualities for a while..."
"I do feel bad for him, but I don't pity him."
"I think that's why he wanted you around. He's too proud to stand pity. You just kept treating him the same as you always do. And to be honest, I think he finds you very attractive."
"But... He's always femme-shaming me."
"Too much. I bet he secretly wants you."
Kurt felt lightheaded and uncomfortable as he found himself aroused at the idea.
"I know he really wants you, though."
"Yeah, that one's obvious, but..." Blaine bit his lip and considered the tone he'd heard in Kurt's voice. "Can't you imagine what it might be like to be with him? Both of us?"
Kurt gasped at the flood of images that came to his mind at Blaine's words. "Ohmygod, Blaine... That's..."
"Sick?"
"Hot. Can't you just see him in between us, me taking him, pushing him into you? Like that video you showed me..."
Blaine was already stroking himself to the idea. "Oh, Kurt..."
"Jesus, you're touching yourself, aren't you?" The thought of Blaine masturbating always set Kurt aflame.
"Join me? Tell me... Tell me what you'd do if you had both of us," Blaine begged.
Kurt took a shuddery breath and pushed his pajamas down, wrapping his hand around his cock.
"God, Blaine... Can you see him sitting on my lap, spread out over my legs with me inside him and you going down on him?"
Blaine moaned. He couldn't believe the change in Kurt since they'd started having sex. He was like a sex prodigy, and he was nearly insatiable in his desire for any and all sexual activity.
"I could watch as you fuck him, Kurt, and play with both of your balls and take him deep. I bet he's built like you... I'd love to deep throat him while you bounce him on your cock."
"Ah! Oh, Blaine... I can feel you, your hands playing with our balls while you take him in so deep... Me filling him up, you driving him crazy with your incredible mouth..."
"Yes, oh, Kurt... I'm-I'm getting close. I can hear you, moaning both our names... I bet he's tight. He probably wouldn't let many boys fuck him. It'd take someone strong and sexy like you to convince him..."
"Oh yeah... Tight and hot, watching him quiver as he rides me, he'd go wild for your mouth, for my cock... Oh! Oh! Blaine! Yes, come for me, baby... Come with me... Oh!"
Blaine shot thick ropes up his chest, stifling a groan as he listened to the little whimpers from Kurt that he knew meant his boyfriend was biting his lip to keep from shouting as he came.
They panted in each other's ears for long moments.
"Cleanup," Blaine finally murmured, and they both set their phones aside to wipe themselves free of come. When they were both back on the line, the silence between them lengthened.
"Blaine..." Kurt whispered, his uncertainty clear.
"Sweetheart, that was so hot. I love sharing fantasies with you," he said.
"Oh. Good. I just... I never thought of him that way before."
"You tend to like swarthier guys."
Kurt chuckled. "I bet Sebastian is pretty pale normally, but tonight all I could see were the bruises."
"You-you saw him naked?" Blaine's cock twitched.
"No! Just his chest and back. It was awful. Worse than..."
"Worse than what?"
"Worse than I used to get from all the times being shoved into lockers."
"Oh, Kurt... I didn't know you got bruises from that."
Kurt didn't reply, recalling instead the horrible sight of Sebastian's ribs and abdomen mottled with dark fist marks.
"It feels terrible to be glad someone died," Kurt confessed.
"I... I know what you mean. Poor Sebastian, growing up with fear and pain. It's no wonder he's so guarded."
"I just kept wanting to wrap him up and keep him safe. Then he'd open his mouth again. God, he's good at putting people off."
"Do you think..."
"What, sweetie?"
"Do you think we could try to be friends with him? Do you think he'd let us?"
"I... I guess I really do want to try. Even with all he put you through with your eye... All the insults... He's just a scared little boy. Thank you for having a big enough heart to want to help him."
"You too, Kurt. He's been just awful to you. So... It's okay if I text him and invite him for coffee with us tomorrow?"
"Yes, baby, I think that's a great idea."
