A/N: Wow, sorry I took so long to update this, but work and Klaine week and... you know...

I'm going to stop making excuses now.

I skillfully avoided using direct dialogue because I can't find the scenes anywhere. I feel I should be congratulated.

JK

Anyway, really hope you enjoy this!


Sebastian had no idea what was wrong with him. Ever since that amazing night at Scandals he hadn't been able to think of the place without getting goosebumps – and that just wasn't him. He didn't believe in love at first sight or soul-mates or any of that romantic bullshit. Clearly his body was telling him that he needed another night out to erase the last one.

However, he couldn't deny that he really did want to know who the guy was. He had is suspicions that it was Dave, but since the last thing he remembered was insulting him, he didn't know how to resolve the two scenes in his mind.

If Dave was the guy from the dance- floor though, Sebastian thought he deserved to be bitch-slapped for being the world's biggest dumbass. Assuming Dave was sober enough to remember that night, he probably would want nothing to do with Sebastian. Not that he'd blame the guy. Sebastian really knew how to be a dick sometimes.

If he was going to confirm or disprove his suspicions, he realised he had to be smart about it. He would have to find a subtle way of finding out what Dave really thought of him. What he needed was a guy. A hot guy. A hot guy he could take to Scandals and dance with.

Sadly, although there were a number of students at Dalton who fit the criteria, none of them were really what Sebastian was looking for. There were a few pretty good looking gay guys, but none that he could see himself spending an entire evening with. They had to be at least mildly tolerable.

A group of blazer-clad boys filed into the senior commons and like the creatures of habit and routine they were, immediately sat down in their usual seats.

If there was a guy at Dalton who fit the bill, it was certainly none of these boys. Granted, a few of them were nice to look at, but none of them really made him sit up and pay attention – none of them made his heart race. He wanted his act to be at least somewhat convincing. In any case, as far as he was aware, he was the only out gay Warbler and Sebastian didn't go for straight guys. He liked easy prey.

"Warblers, Warblers," said Thad, head of the Warbler council as his fellow council member banged his gavel to try to call the meeting to order. "Before we continue our rehearsal of Billy Joel's 1983 hit, I feel that I should inform you that I received a text this morning from none other than Blaine Anderson, saying that he plans to visit us this afternoon."

Excited murmuring broke out through the commons and although Sebastian had never met the guy, he had to admit that even he was excited. With the way the Warblers practically worshipped him and the way they described him, what was there not to be excited about?

"Warblers!" said Thad, calling the meeting back to order. "Now I know that we're all thrilled at the possibility, but let's not let that detract from our performance. As part of our experiment on how best to replace Blaine's flawless vocals, we will be giving Warbler Nick a chance to lead the song along with myself and new member, Sebastian. Are there any objections to this decision?"

The room was silent, all eyes trained expectantly on Thad.

"Very well then, I call this rehearsal open."

They had just gotten into position and begun singing the opening harmonies when he walked in and damn if he wasn't every bit as dreamy as he had been led to believe.

He looked like what would happen if old Hollywood and Elvis had a baby and Sebastian couldn't help the racing of his heart or the diabolical thoughts that began running through his mind.

Yes, this was exactly what he needed.

As the song progressed, Sebastian sang directly to him, trying to make his intentions blatantly obvious. In return, he received perplexed and bashful smiles. Not only was he incredibly good-looking, he was adorable too. Sebastian could definitely work with that.

Blaine was perfect – all Sebastian had to do was lay the trap.


Things with Blaine were going really well. Even though he seemed a little stand-offish on their first meeting, Sebastian did manage to get his details and organise a coffee date, which could only be a good sign.

The coffee date turned out to be where he encountered his first problem. When Sebastian told Blaine that he didn't care that he had a boyfriend, he really meant it. It wasn't like he was planning to fall in love with Blaine or anything. He didn't need full commitment or anything crazy like that. He was literally a means to an end (although he wouldn't complain about getting some of Blaine's end - if he offered).

Sebastian, however, hadn't been prepared for Kurt Hummel. At all.

It was one thing to be concerned about your boyfriend chatting to someone far more attractive than you, and another thing to go full-scale bitch and practically wrap yourself around his body like a fucking boa constrictor. I get the point, Sebastian remembered thinking in frustration.

If it had been anyone else, Sebastian probably would have backed off and found someone else, but Kurt was just another level of annoying and he now had a point to prove. Someone had to put Kurt Hummel back in line. Sebastian figured he might as well be the one to do it.

So, being the generous person he was and knowing that he would be doing an immense favour to society by knocking Kurt down a few pegs, he invited both Blaine and Kurt to Scandals. He then made sure that he spoke to Blaine at least once every day. He could tell that it made Blaine uncomfortable and the poor guy was forever trying to find polite ways of escaping conversation, but Sebastian couldn't feel too sorry for him. He would see that it was worth it someday. His new mantra became "whatever will piss Kurt off most" and he congratulated himself on managing to live up to it well enough.

The night of the Scandals meet-up came and Sebastian wasn't sure at the end of it, if it had been a success or not. Sure Kurt and Blaine had left together earlier than Sebastian had anticipated, but Blaine had spent most of the night dancing with him while Kurt spoke to Dave.

That was something that further solidified his animosity towards Kurt. Did they know each other? It seemed like it. And even though they only seemed to be friends, it was Dave – the only reason he had bothered with Blaine in the first place. Just the sight of them together was enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck rise angrily, which really pissed Sebastian off because he just wasn't the jealous type.

After Kurt and Blaine finally left, Sebastian made his way tiredly to the counter to order himself another drink. He sat down heavily next to Dave who gave him an amused look.

"No luck?" he said in a mischievous tone that Sebastian didn't even know could belong to him.

"Not yet," Sebastian replied steadily, taking a swig from his newly acquired beer. "So you know Hummel?"

"He goes to my old school," Dave replied simply. This wasn't nearly enough information for Sebastian.

"Well, are you friends?" he pushed, wanting to know what was going on between them.

"Friends?" Dave said slowly, as if trying out the word on his tongue. "Yeah, I guess we are now."

"Someone has to be," Sebastian muttered under his breath. The most annoying thing about Kurt, he realised, was that he was so good at making things that were straightforward, impossibly complicated. He had thought it would be a simple matter of dancing with Blaine, pushing Kurt away and trying to make Dave jealous. Kurt and Dave being friends had thrown a new spanner in the works and Sebastian was now acutely aware that he was the one being made to feel jealous – even if it wasn't intentional.

He tried to think of something else to talk to Dave about – something that would distract him – and stupidly said the first thing on his mind.

"Sorry about the other night. I don't really know what happened, I just - "

"Hey, it's okay," said Dave giving Sebastian a small clap on the shoulder, as he stood up to leave. "We weren't going to remember it in the morning anyway right?"

He tipped his cap with a wink, making his way out of the bar and I couldn't help but stare. Sebastian now knew that Dave was definitely the guy from the dance floor, which meant that he had definitely fucked up big time.

And he wasn't quite sure how he was going to make things right again.


A/N: Because Dave would totally troll Sebastian all the time.

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