TITLE: Don't Think I'm Trying Not to Learn

AUTHOR: actress_xx

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Blaine/Sebastian

SUMMARY: Blaine has a low French grade, and Sebastian has low morals.

SPOILERS: 3x5 - "The First Time"

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Prompt-fill for the Glee Kink Meme:AU or roleplaying. I just want HandsomeFrenchTeacher!Sebastian to seduce BashfulSchoolboy!Blaine. Special thanks to melusine2001 at LiveJournal for jumping in to help the bimbo who decided to start writing this without knowing how to speak French.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee; title from Frank Sinatra's "Teach Me Tonight."

The guilt Blaine felt was a twinge at best, really, because he didn't see how he had much of a choice. He was scarily close to flunking his foreign language course, and if that happened, his parents would undoubtedly transfer him back to Dalton Academy; they already harbored doubts about the public school curriculum, concerns that were apparently valid as he had yet to learn anything in his French class. Therefore, he had brought himself back to Dalton, at least for a few hours, in search of Sebastian Smythe. The last thing Blaine wanted to do was go to Sebastian for a favor - yes, Kurt had a certain aversion to him, and, no, Blaine hadn't told the truth regarding where he was disappearing to when the last bell sounded - but the kid had fucking lived in France, which, Blaine told himself as he crossed the threshold of his old school, made whatever he happened to be doing completely okay.

Studying, he admonished. You're just going to see if Sebastian is willing to -

The twinge blossomed into a slight pang when he actually located the boy in question lounging on his back, blazer tossed over the back of the couch and tie askew, because Blaine's mind immediately redirected itself to the gutter. However, the thoughts remained unspoken and Blaine remained unnoticed; Sebastian was enthralled in the novel he was reading, and it wasn't until he turned the page that his peripheral vision picked up on a figure not dressed in red and navy. He turned his head, and Blaine realized that Sebastian was wearing glasses for the first time since they'd met. Suddenly the book couldn't hold its audience, and was being tossed aside as Sebastian brought himself into a sitting position to appraise Blaine, who'd had an entire spiel ready on the way over, but could now only manage to blurt out, "Hey!"

Sebastian's smile had an undertone Blaine couldn't label as he stood to greet the interloper with a handshake that Blaine returned firmer than he'd meant to. Maybe it was the height difference or the confidence he emitted, or the nonchalantness in his tone as he asked, "Back again?" but something about Sebastian always seemed to make Blaine feel - the words that popped into his head were echoes of Sebastian describing him as a "bashful schoolboy," which Blaine replaced with the term "inadequate." Whatever the case, it was unnerving, especially considering the cocksure, dapper persona associated with the name Blaine Anderson. Sebastian had called him a legend, for God's sake; it didn't make sense for Blaine to feel insecure.

"I actually need a favor," Blaine admitted, eyes squinting as though to brace for rejection. Sebastian returned to his space on the couch, folding one leg over the other as he gestured for Blaine to take a seat in a nearby armchair. Blaine elected to lean over the back of it in an effort to make this feel less like an interview than it already did, reminiscent of the first conversation they'd ever had. Blaine had been left flabbergasted by the whirlwind that was Sebastian Smythe, and had sat at that table until his coffee was cold, trying to work out how he could be so intrigued by somebody who was little more than a stranger, albeit a handsome one.

"You'd be making a lot of people very happy if you're about to ask me to rehearse some more Warbler choreography with you," Sebastian quipped. "Trent is literally convinced that you'll be back with us in time for competition."

"That's actually exactly what I'm trying to avoid," Blaine replied, unsure if he'd seen or imagined the glint of hurt flash behind Sebastian's glasses. "I was hoping, um, wondering if you'd be able to help me with my French."

Sebastian's eyebrow quirked, and there it was, that aura Blaine had never quite been able to identify until just now; it was the look of somebody who knew something everybody else didn't, like he had some inside joke with the universe that nobody else seemed to understand. It was a cocktail of amusement and arrogance that would have been annoying if it wasn't so goddamn intoxicating. Blaine liked to think he was relatively adept at reading people, but Sebastian was a complete mystery to him. He could see that Sebastian's gears were turning in his head, but the actual content of the boy's inner thoughts seemed to be camouflaged beneath this constant air of naughtiness. Blaine found himself smiling at Sebastian, not entirely sure why beyond the fact that the mischief was contagious.

"Blaine!"

He straightened and turned at the sound of his name, which had served to announce the arrival of half a dozen Warblers. They more or less converged on Blaine, offering handshakes and hugs that overlapped almost as much as their conversations, each attempting to simultaneously interact with their brethren. Sebastian watched the exchange for roughly thirty seconds before approaching the group, clapping a hand on Blaine's shoulder to effectively terminate the bubbly chaos.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, boys, but Blaine and I have a study-date."

The boys' reactions varied between disappointed and quizzical, neither of which Blaine was able to address before Sebastian was disappearing into the hallway, abandoning both his belongings and Blaine, who threw a hurried goodbye over his shoulder as he took off after his newly-acquired tutor. He had to jog a bit thanks to Sebastian's headstart and longer legs, but eventually fell into step beside him, heading in the direction of the study areas near the library.