First of all, I'd like to apologize about this first chapter. It's more of a prologue if anything. This story started as a fanfiction war, so that's the reason why chapters 1 and 2 do not connect very well. They were originally wrote as revenge. However, I later decided to turn it into a full blown fanfiction, and unfortunately was too lazy to fix this chapter to flow smoothly with the next. So, hopefully it still at least makes sense! Happy reading ^.^ ~LoveTheLegend
"So anyways, that's how I ended up here in Ohio, at Dalton Academy." Sebastian concluded, waving his hands around the coffee shop, smiling at Blaine. He hadn't really been paying him any attention, he was more focused on the fact Sebastian was clearly flirting with him as he told his story, leaning in closer to him, giving him suggestive looks, and describing vividly about romantic scenes in Paris, which was utterly embarrassing Blaine. He had never been talked to in this manner, which was probably what kept him from focusing on what the other boy was saying. He simply nodded his head and smiled in compliance, hoping that Sebastian wasn't expecting any input from Blaine. Sebastian looked down at the coffee he held in his hand, shook his head slightly, and smirked at Blaine, who was caught staring directly at the boy with a look that could only mean he was immensely distracted.
"So Blaine…. Mind summarizing what I just said?" Sebastian commented, a hint of humor in his voice. Blaine seemed to snap out of his dazed state and just moved his mouth as if trying to form words.
"Uh, Um, well, you were talking about France, and the Eifel tower, and how you visited a relative there or something… And, Um, well…" Blaine stuttered out, and found himself lost. What had the boy been talking about just now?
"I don't have relatives in France. " Sebastian stated simply, tilting his head down and staring almost seductively at Blaine. He was instantly distracted again. He could only blink and move backwards more in his seat. He had to cross his legs over each other to hide the still growing bulge in his pants.
"I… I knew that." He stuttered, and looked away, blushing. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat. He reached out to grab his coffee cup when Sebastian suddenly grabbed his hand and just held in a romantic position for a moment. Blaine was stunned. What should he do? He thought about getting up and leaving right then, but something held him in place. Perhaps the loving gaze the boy was bestowing on him?
"I have a Boyfriend, Sebastian." Blaine said confidently in an undertone. The boy in the blazer just shook his head and smiled.
"He doesn't have to know…" He said, and squeezed his hand gently. Blaine had to cross his legs even tighter.
"Look, I really care about him…" Blaine said, and tried to jerk his hand away. The brunette's grip tightened.
"I know you don't care the much about him or you would have left by now." Sebastian stated sternly. He studied Blaine's face, which was steadily growing a deeper shade of crimson. He was right.
"Look," Blaine said, aggressively tugging at his hand, which he almost broke loose until Sebastian put both his hand around Blaine's, leaving him no choice but to give up so he could continue the conversation. "I'm not in love with you, I love Kurt. Nothing is going to change that." Sebastian simply sighed. He released Blaine's hand at last and sat back in his chair.
"Not even if I offered to take your virginity?" Sebastian simply smirked at Blaine who sat open mouthed. Blaine wasn't sure if he heard correctly. He couldn't even think right now.
"That belongs to Kurt!" Blaine practically shouted, standing up.
"Again, he doesn't have to know." Sebastian stated. They both stared at each other for a moment before Sebastian pointed to Blaine's lower abdomen and whispered, "I can see you want it." Blaine sat down, embarrassed at himself, furious at this man, and just plain wanting to leave. He stared at the table for awhile.
"I hate you." Blaine muttered. And he knew he didn't mean it. He just wanted Sebastian to leave him alone. The blue-eyed boy simply smiled and made an attempt to laugh. Blaine could tell the boy was hurt, even if just the slightest.
"I better get going, it looks like that's your boyfriend coming over here, judging by the way he's storming over here like he's pissed. I'll tell you what. You can come to my house at 8 tonight if you want." He pulled out a slip of paper and scribbled something onto it with a pen, quickly folded it and threw it on the floor next to Blaine's shoe, just as Kurt approached the table.
"And what might be going on here?" Kurt asked apprehensively. He drummed his fingers on the table, staring at Blaine, who was still blushing furiously. The two brunettes locked eyes in a furious glare, while Blaine simply looked down at the table again. "Well?" Kurt said. Blaine was just about to come up with an excuse, when Sebastian chimed in;
"I was just telling Blaine about how truly awesome the Warblers are, and, how wonderful a singer he is. Figured I'd try and pick up some tips. If you're wondering why he's blushing like mad, the boy just can't take a compliment. He's far too modest. Now, I'd better get going. Don't want to cause any… Trouble…" He said. He stood up and began to walk away from the table when he stopped, turned around abruptly, and commented, "Nice man you have there by the way," He nodded to Kurt, then turned to Blaine, "Don't forget my offer." And with that, he strode away, leaving Kurt in a state of utter confusion.
"What offer?" He demanded, looking at Blaine furiously. Blaine stared blankly at the table, unable to comprehend what just happened. He placed his shoe on the paper under the table and dragged it closer.
"He was offering to give me money in exchange for teaching him how to sing better. I don't ever want to see him again, though. I think I'll just text him and tell him I don't want to do it." He replied, in a very blank tone. Blaine knew on the inside that was also not true. None of it was. It was funny how in just two hours of meeting this boy, he was already lying to his own boyfriend. What was he going to do? He took his phone out of his pocket, Kurt watching scrupulously at his actions. He was about to open a message to Sebastian when the sweat on his hands finally took action, the phone slipping from his grasp and landing right in his lap. And that, unfortunately, happened to be right where Kurt looked; and Blaine blanked out, staring at his phone next to the bulge in his pants. He took a deep breath and looked up at Kurt, feigning an innocent look on his face. Kurt shook his head and Blaine could tell he was tearing up.
"No, Kurt, it's not like that, I swear-" His excuse was cut off by a loud, sharp SLAP. He gingerly lifted his fingers to the stinging red mark now forming on his face. He opened his eyes and saw Kurt running from the shop, tears probably streaming down his face. The others in the shop looked at him as if he had the plague, almost like they were angry with him. He sat for a few minutes, pondering the situation. What did that mean? Was Kurt breaking up with him? Was he free? No, no! Not free. Free wasn't the word. He was still loyal to Kurt, right? He did not love Sebastian the slightest. But he was indefinitely more attractive than Kurt…. But Kurt was his boyfriend. He couldn't just leave him. He had to go apologize, make up an excuse if he had to…
He reached down for his phone, and felt it fall from his lap. It fell and he heard the plastic collide with the ceramic floor. At this point he really didn't care if it was broken. He reached down to pick it up, and there it was; the once clean white paper, now stained with a shoe print, lay neatly on the floor where he had stepped on it. If Kurt wanted to be that way, he could be that way too…. He picked up the paper, sat upright, unfolded the paper and simply stared at it for a moment. It was his choice… And now was the time to be adventurous, wasn't it? Hadn't he said so himself?
And for once, Blaine actually was considering going through with something that was defying his own personal boundaries.