"Seb! Guess what?" Kurt's excited voice filtered in through the crack in the door a split second before its owner flung it open and pounced onto the bed.
Sebastian groaned. He loved his brother, really. But today was one of those days where anything could set him off. He slammed his chemistry book and turned around, painting a very pained smile for his brother. "What Kurt? Oh and how was Dalton?"
"Never send me to spy on someone ever again!" His face was indignant, and red from glaring at him upside down.
Sebastian chuckled. "That bad huh? Hey, you missed another Rachel Berry show." Even the mass of students knew of the star's reputation. It was kind of hard to miss her shrieking about solos in the middle of the lunch room…
Instead of laughing or cringing in response, his older brother by one year and 5 months gave him a look. The one with his eyebrows arched right above a piercing glare."I have just had the most wonderful day of my life and you're talking about Rachel?"
Frowning, Sebastian just looked at Kurt, "I thought the spying was bad…"
"Oh it was, they caught me in the middle of teenage dream."
"What?"
"They're really good Seb! And really cute…" he mumbled the last part, staring at the ceiling dreamily.
"Cute? Oh, wait; it was an all boys school. Of course that would happen. So who is it now? The cute soccer player, the endearing math nerd? Or is it another football player like Finn?"
"Ugh. No, he's in the Warblers."
Now it was Sebastian's turn to raise his eyebrows. "You have a crush on the competition? I thought you promised that you wouldn't go for someone like that!"
"But Seeeeeb! He's amazing, kind of short, but amazing!"
There was only one thing to do before Kurt got into another one of his tangents. Pulling out his I-phone, he surreptitiously set it at a perfected angle on top of the periodic table.
"So, who is he?"
Kurt's blue-green eyes glazed over as he stared dreamily out the window of their room. "Blaine Warbler…"
Making sure the camera was rolling, he snapped his head up. "Who names their kid Blaine? And what kind of last name is Warbler?"
His, unfortunately, older brother sent him a glare. "Blaine is a perfectly lovely name. It's a lot more common than Sebastian anyways."
A familiar lazy smile played along Sebastian's mouth at the sight of Kurt's famous bitch glare. It had been missing for a while.
"One word to describe him?"
"Dapper. Amazing. Totally awesome. Talented. Fanta—"
"I said one word Kurt!"
"Hmph."
"Anything else?" he asked in an exasperated tone.
For the first time since their mom had died, Sebastian saw his brother's mask of indifference unconsciously crack. "Well, his hair is just plastered down with hair gel, but it just enough so that it doesn't look greasy. His eyes… I can't tell what color they are."
Sebastian blinked. "You decide to obsess with a guy and you can't tell what color they are?"
He tossed his Leaning over to unzip his bag, Kurt's voice was muffled. "So? It's really hard to figure out how to describe them"
"You're such a hypocrite."
Kurt just turned his own impossible to describe blue-gray-green eyes on him. "Well, ok. They're kind of like your eyes, except more innocent looking."
Scoffing, Sebastian turned back to his homework. "I'm not innocent?"
"No. I still haven't forgiven you and Finn for eating all of the cookies last weekend."
The unfortunate culprit cringed at the words. "That was his idea. And isn't it punishment enough that you slipped in pecans?"
Kurt widened his blue-green eyes innocently. "Do you not like pecans? It's not like they give you hives or anything. Oh wait, yes they do."
Sebastian shuddered at the thought. "For the record, I actually didn't rat you out to my lacrosse coach. I had to tell him I had the flu in order to miss the game."
"Aww, does little Seb not like being seen less than perfect in public?" He grinned slightly as his fingers inched closer to the perfectly styled hair.
"No. And don't you dare touch my hair if I can't even ruffle yours like Finn does."
"Honestly, I can't believe people still don't know you're bi. Your hair stands out more than mine does. Maybe I should change mine…"
"Low-radar older brother, and sports. You should have still done football."
"It was just that one time! Gosh you win the game once and everyone expects you to keep playing."
"…Basically, yeah."
Kurt very maturely stuck his tongue out.
"Guys?" Finn stuck his head in the door. "Carole made dinner. So yeah."
"What is it?"
"Chicken? What kind"
Sebastian turned to face Finn and gave him a pleading look. Unfortunately, he didn't get the message. "The good one?"
"CHICKEN? Carole knows dad can't have fried chicken! CAROLE!" Kurt dashed out the door, his jacket half off.
"Dude, you have to add baked or something next time."
"What?"
"Kurt's a little…concerned about dad's eating habits. So you can only say healthy things around him, okay?" God, he felt like he was talking to a three year old.
A faint spark of recognition sparked in the muddy brown eyes. "Oh right! Okay, say healthy things next time. Got it!"
As Sebastian looked at his immaculate room, his eyes found a slip of paper that must have fallen out of Kurt's jacket in his mad scramble upstairs.
Courage-Blaine
The loopy handwriting was scrawled around the edge of a Dalton Coffee House napkin.
Why did Kurt need courage? He had enough of that.
Stomach grumbling, he shrugged and turned off the video camera. He didn't delete it right away though. When Kurt was married and stuff, this would be great blackmail.
A/N
Hi! Hoped you liked it so far! Still haven't figured out if I should do Klaine or Seblaine… I have a preference but I'll let you guys have a say if anyone's reading this… This is my first story, so review (if you wanna) and let me know how I did!- chocolate-notes
