A/N: This is a song-laden story, but I will have lots of Sebklaine very soon for Blaine may make his first appearance in the next chapter. I'm still working on where this is going next. If there's something or someone you want to see, drop a review. Even if you just like it, leave one. It only takes like 30 seconds.
"Are you sure singing in the cafeteria is such a good idea?" Kurt asked Sebastian on their way to lunch the next day. "I've been here a day and I'm already on the hockey team's slushie patrol. It took me forever to clean up."
"We need more new members," Sebastian explained. "I'm sorry you had to get slushied though, baby." He kissed Kurt on the forehead.
"Aw, guys, look. The resident fag with his prep-school butt buddy," Rick "The Stick" Nelson sneered and his friends sniggered. Kurt narrowed his eyes, ready with a biting remark, but Sebastian dragged him away before he could open his mouth.
"Come on, Kurt," he whispered. "Rick the Stick's not the kind of guy you want to get into an argument with."
"Seb, I can fight for myself," Kurt snapped, wrenching his hand from his boyfriend's grasp. "I dealt with enough jerks at the school before Dalton. I'm not going to take it."
"Come on, Seb, we're going to perform in a few minutes." Sam nudged the brunet on his way into the cafeteria.
"Is Rachel singing lead?" Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Duh," Sam said. "It's her last year; she'll hog all the solos. Just wait until next year, and then you and I will be leading this club." Kurt sat down next to a brunette who was reading as Rachel started to sing:
"What I like about you
You hold me tight
Tell me I'm the only one
Wanna come over tonight, yeah?
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things I wanna hear
'Cause that's true
That's what I like about you"
Kurt watched Tina and Santana sang the next verses:
"What I like about you
You really know how to dance
When you go up, down, jump around
Think about true romance, yeah
You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things I wanna hear
'Cause that's true
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about—"
A food fight suddenly broke out; Kurt grabbed Sebastian and the two hid behind meal trays.
"That was officially the worst performance we ever did," Artie said, rolling into the choir room, still picking spaghetti from his clothes.
"It could've been worse," Rachel admitted.
"It's official: worst second day of school ever!" Kurt walked into the room, splattered in yogurt. Sebastian was right behind him, also hit with yogurt. "And this time last year, Nick and Jeff decided to surprise me with a cake, celebrating my time as lead Warbler. I ended up face-first into that thing. The frosting stains were some of the worst."
"But how was our performance?" Rachel asked.
"You guys sucked," a nasally voice said. The glee club looked up to see a short brunette standing at the door. Kurt recognized her to be the girl sitting next to him in the cafeteria. "I mean, I could've done a lot better."
"And who are you?" Sebastian arched an eyebrow.
"Sugar Motta," the girl replied. "I'm going to be famous because I'm so talented. You guys sucked ass. Sorry, that was my Asperger's. It means I can say whatever I want and I have no control over it."
"That is not what Asperger's is," Kurt whispered to Sebastian, who nodded.
"Then why don't you regale us in your talent, Sugar?" Sebastian could tell Rachel was trying to keep from snapping at the girl.
"It'd be my pleasure," she simpered. "Hit it, hottie," she said to Brad.
"Sugar, ahh
Honey, honey
You are my candy girl
And you got me wanting you
Honey, ahh
Sugar, sugar
You are my candy girl
And you got me wanting you
I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you
I just can't believe the wonder of this feeling too,"
She sang. Kurt pressed two fingers to his temple, Sebastian shut his eyes to avoid seeing the suggestive moves Sugar was making, Mike and Tina looked at each other and plugged each other's ears, and Rachel looked disgruntled.
"Sugar, that's okay. You can stop," Mr. Schuester breathed. "That was…"
"Mr. Schue, stop talking," Rachel hissed, kicking his chair. "Sugar, we'll…"
"Text me, rehearsal sched," she said, grabbing her stuff and leaving the room.
"Let me be the first one to say 'Holy crap'," Sebastian said.
"I just wanted to claw my eyes out," Santana added.
"Preach," Artie agreed.
"Guys, we've never turned down someone into this club," Mr. Schuester interrupted.
"Do you want to get us to Nationals, Mr. Schue?" Rachel stood up, glaring at the teacher. Kurt looked up, always interested in a Rachel Berry temper tantrum. "If you do, you will do anything to make sure we win, and adding that to the club will deteriorate any chance we have."
"This may be the only time I ever say this, but Kim Kardashian's right," Santana put in.
"Not to be a pain, but doesn't Kurt need to audition?" A voice asked. Everyone turned to look at the Irish exchange student, Rory, whom was blushing furiously.
"Irish is right," Santana agreed. "Do we get to see Porcelain sing when he's not surrounded by his band of preppies?"
"I could never be as great as what we just witnessed," Kurt joked. "I'll do it tomorrow. With my dear boyfriend, of course."
"You got it, baby," Sebastian said.
"Get a room," Puck called out.
Kurt walked hand-in-hand with Sebastian out into the parking lot, where it was raining lightly. Kurt stopped walking and turned to Sebastian.
"I've always wanted to do this," he said and he pressed his lips to Sebastian's.
"I love you so much," Sebastian whispered once their lips parted.
"I love you too. You and me, forever," Kurt smiled into the taller boy's neck.
"Forever and ever."