LITTLE BLACK TAPE.

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A/N: I decided I would start cross-posting everything here via LJ so people can keep track of updates. I won't be posting the whole thing but in a few installments until I've caught up. For those who haven't read this yet, I hope you like it!

The first chapter takes place just after the auditorium scene in Michael.


1.

Sebastian had really underestimated Kurt Hummel. True, when Santana had told Sebastian that she had his confession on tape, he was relieved to the core when Kurt found it in himself to admit that they were not going to do anything about it - because they wanted to see him "lose at Nationals" - which was an empty threat anyway because the Warblers were going to win. There was no reason then why Sebastian had to worry now because Kurt had even given him the original copy of the audio tape. Then why oh why was Sebastian so worried? And why had he underestimated Kurt Hummel of all people?

The wheelchair nerd, who seemed to think he was black or something, had told Sebastian to clear out and he was more than happy to get out of their pathetic public school auditorium... and only just a little surprised when he was stopped in the hallway by Kurt.

"Sebastian!" he'd yelled, and now that he no longer had anything on him, Sebastian was fine to acquiesce Kurt with a few more minutes of his time.

"This better be quick Hummel. I'm starting to have an allergic reaction to your school. And to whatever chick perfume it is that you're wearing."

Kurt rolled his eyes but he didn't seem at all fazed by Sebastian's snark. "Oh this will be very quick, believe me. I just wanted to let you know that while the others may think I've let you off so easily - I really haven't."

Sebastian felt his face flush. This could only mean one thing. "The tape you gave me was a fake, I knew it! You still have the original, don't you?"

"No," Kurt answered innocently, "The tape belonged to Santana, not me. There was only ever one copy. Currently of which is in your possession right now. However..."

Kurt opened his satchel and took out a yellow A4 envelope. "There are MULTIPLE copies of this tape. I believe its contents will interest you. It's video security footage of your little performance and unlike the tape you have this is in many people's hands. If you so much try to even look at my boyfriend again I will promise that this video becomes viral. I did it once with the cheerleading coach here and I would have destroyed her completely had Olivia Newton-John not miraculously come to her rescue, so I have no qualms whatsoever to do it to you... especially when I doubt Sandy Olsen is going to come to your aide on this one. Point being: stay away from my man."

He thrust the package in Sebastian's hands, eyebrow raised, but Sebastian wasn't done yet. "I have no interest in helping the blind, Hummel. Do you honestly think I have a disabled person kink or something? I don't want anything to do with your one-eyed goods."

That was of course a lie. Sebastian still pined after Blaine. He was just so damn hot. But he wasn't going to let Kurt know that.

"Well," Kurt admitted, "I was pretty certain you'd fuck anyone or anything when given the chance so I wouldn't put it past you."

"So... this is blackmail then?"

"I believe so. Let me be perfectly honest. I don't want to share the same breathing space as you. I don't want you to ever contact Blaine, text, phone or email him, nada. I don't want to have to even hear your name ever again." He turned his heel ready to stalk off but Sebastian quickly caught up to him.

"But what about all that spiel before about wanting to see me lose at Nationals?"

"Oh I'll see you lose. I'll see you lose because I'll see the Warblers lose when we beat them. Because - we will beat them. And as long as I don't see you anywhere around when we do, I'll keep the little black tape a secret..."


Sebastian was frustrated to say the least. The video of him admitting everything to Santana was sitting right there right in front of him, ready to be crushed or melted or probably both, but the goddamned fact was that Lady Hummel and his band of fag hags had the very same copy of the incriminating evidence against him. Even if it was followed by a very expertise performance on his part in Smooth Criminal (one that could land him a scholarship in Juilliard or NYADA if his Dad would let him apply), it was evidence that could also end him up in a cell in juvie.

He sat on his bed toying the tape with his hands. As tempting as it was to destroy the damn thing he might as well screen shot every frame and get a complete understanding of what he was in for. His dad wasn't all but forcing him to go to Harvard for nothing. He knew a thing or two about the law and maybe there'd be loopholes in his confession that he could work around. And then get hell bent on destroying Gay Face after he did.

He hung up his blazer and changed into something more comfortable, donning his glasses, and throwing a slim white fitted tee on with his sweats.

He breathed a deep sigh as he relaxed on top his comforters and when he was comfortably situated in his bed, he reached over for the remote and hit play.

Ugh. Why didn't this video come with a warning? What the hell was Gay Face doing on the screen? Did he know that Sebastian would pre-watch the evidence? Was he trying to rub it in Sebastian's face more?

"Hello. My name is Kurt Hummel, and tonight I'll be auditioning for the role of Blaine Anderson's gay bar superstar."

Was this a joke...? What in the world was going on? For starters, why did it look like they had rented a hotel room at the Hilton?

Sebastian didn't have to wait long to find out. He was suddenly graced by Blaine's voice on screen.

"I'm sorry Kurt, but the audition rules were very specific. If you still want to try out, you need to be wearing a lot less clothing."

"Very well," Kurt said, "I'm so sorry I didn't read the fine print. Do you mind helping me out of this shirt?"

No. Fucking. Way. Sebastian couldn't believe his luck. Not only had Kurt given him the wrong frigging tape but Sebastian was in for a treat bigger than an orgy with ten men. He might only be five seconds in but he had seen enough porn to know what this was. He couldn't contain himself. He was going to see Blaine naked and he never even had to ask him because his boyfriend had all but delivered him right to him. The thought alone was enough to make him feel himself starting to get hard. He tossed aside his notebook and slid his hand into his sweats. The mischievous grin on his face was wider than the fucking equator.

He watched as Kurt sat on the bed taking up most of the view of the camera. Kurt's eyes were fixed on Blaine's as Blaine got on the bed behind him and started removing the buttons of Kurt's shirt. Sebastian watched Blaine, saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought of seeing Blaine's cock on screen.

But if he had to see Kurt naked first to get there, he wasn't complaining. ...At least, not like he thought he would be anyway.

Blaine had taken his time to remove Kurt's shirt but now that it was gone, lying haphazardly somewhere on the expensive carpet, Sebastian was given full view of Kurt's chest. He was slim framed but he was slightly built and no matter how lightly they were there, the faint lines of Kurt's four pack abs were showing. Sebastian wasn't big on religion but thank God for high definition television. Something supernatural had clearly created Kurt Hummel because he was clearly not human.

Sebastian swallowed, watching fixated as Blaine reached down to suck at Kurt's long neck while he used his hands to rub over Kurt's nipples. Sebastian never thought he'd admit this but Kurt was... undeniably sexy, and more man then he had ever given him credit for.

"Blaine!" Kurt moaned on screen.

"You're almost there, Kurt. We just need to get you out of those tight jeans.

Kurt turned his head and kissed Blaine square on the mouth. His hands ran through his hair and he kissed with so much passion, and so much damn tongue, that it was clear how much he wanted Blaine. It was still the beginning of the tape and it was already so hot.

Sebastian drew his pants to his knees. He wasn't wearing any briefs - he usually didn't when he was in his sweats - and placed a hand around his own cock as he watched Kurt move back on the bed, fumbling with his belt. Kurt lay horizontally so that when Blaine hovered over him, half naked Kurt was still visible to Sebastian.

Blaine threw his polo over his head and while he wasn't exactly nothing to look at, Sebastian found himself distracted by the plains of Kurt's beautiful porcelain body. He had somehow shimmied his way out of his jeans and his long legs were muscular and flawless. The erection Kurt was sprouting was a considerably huge tent in his black satin boxers.

Blaine removed the entirety of his clothing too and then bent down to kiss Kurt again, grinding his naked penis against the stiff fabric of Kurt's underwear.

Sebastian heard himself growl deeply as the moans of Kurt in the hotel room became louder. He picked up speed as he stared, pumping himself faster, completely getting out of his sweats and spreading his legs.

Turning his attention back to the t.v, he watched as Blaine finally removed the last item of Kurt's clothing and it was then that Sebastian decided that he needed more. Without turning his eyes from the video, he fumbled in his top drawer for the lube and slicked his fingers as he watched Blaine go down on Kurt.

Blaine was definitely a pro at giving head, Sebastian would give him that. But the faces that Kurt was making was what was truly driving him wild. Sebastian decidedly mirrored Blaine's movements; as Blaine slicked his fingers getting ready to finger Kurt's hole, Sebastian did the same, toying his entrance and inserting a lone finger as Blaine filled Kurt with his fingers.

"Baby! Oh my God. That feels so good..."

Sebastian mentally agreed. It sure did. He was two fingers deep in his own ass now watching as Blaine continued to stretch Kurt, tongue licking at his balls.

"Spread your legs open, babe," Blaine advised, "It'll feel so much better. You're so tight, oh God."

Sebastian cried as he slid a third finger up his ass. His left hand was still slick with lube too as it ran up and down his pulsating cock. His mouth was open and dry from panting and from watching Kurt's incredibly lust filled gorgeous blue eyes. Oh my God, Blaine, just fuck him already!

As if he had heard him, Blaine who had as many fingers up Kurt as Sebastian had up himself, stood up and gently brought Kurt up in a seated position.

"You wanna bend over for me now, sexy?"

"Fuck yes. Just please fuck me, baby. I want you so bad, Blaine."

Yes Blaine, thought Sebastian. Be a good sport and listen to your boyfriend.

The camera switched angles so that once again Sebastian was graced with a gorgeous view of Kurt's face as he bent over the bed. He watched as Blaine rolled on a condom and slapped his cock against Kurt's eager awaiting ass.

"Are you ready, baby?"

Blaine didn't give Kurt any time to respond. He pushed himself slowly in and Sebastian joined Kurt in crying out at the scene.

"Move!" on-screen Kurt insisted. "Please!"

And so Blaine did. "God you're so fucking tight, Kurt. So tight and beautiful. I love you. I fucking love you. Always. So. Perfect."

Sebastian was beside himself with pleasure. His cock was throbbing and his fingers kept hitting that little bundle of nerves deep inside him, and Blaine was pounding his boyfriend like there was no tomorrow, and Kurt's faces were so sexy, and his screams were unbelievable, and every part of Sebastian's body was so sensitive now, it was no wonder he came harder and louder than he had ever done in his whole life.

And Sebastian was someone who had had plenty of sex. And right now it felt like he was seeing stars.

He was still coming of his post-orgasm haze, still milking out the last of his come as he saw Blaine and Kurt almost simultaneously come on screen together, whispering through breathless voices how much they loved each other, how perfect they were for each other; he watched as Blaine turned Kurt on his back again so he could kiss him senseless and collapse in his arms.

The whole thing was so damn cute it made Sebastian wanted to puke.

But it also made Sebastian realize that now he had seen what it was like to be in Blaine Anderson's position during sex, that he was going to fuck the living daylights out of Kurt Hummel if it was the last thing he did.

And given what he'd just seen, Kurt would take it, because he was in no position not to.

At least not with the little black tape that Sebastian had.