Chapter Two
Creeping into the house was not much of a problem, and when he arrived safely in his basement bedroom. He threw his bag down carelessly and fell onto the bed with a heavy sigh. He had so many emotions whirling around inside of him that he couldn't make any sense of them. One part of him wanted to break down crying because of what Blaine had done, and another wanted to awe at how Sebastian had handled it.
How could someone he had despised so utterly become so honorable? How could someone he had loved so much turn into Kurt's worst nightmare? It didn't make sense.
Well, he knew one thing, Blaine was history. He could not in good conscience forgive this. There were a lot of things Kurt could put up with, but this? He'd have rather Blaine been cheating on him then attack him so brutally. He was done with Blaine, and nothing anyone could say could change that.
His heart ached, but not because he was sad, but because he had thought Blaine was his courageous knight only to turn into a coward overnight. He shook his head, and decided to prepare for what was left of bed. It took him an hour to get ready. He would not let any man hold him back from his nightly moisturizing routine. Blaine most definitely wasn't worth that.
He tossed and turned, and the minutes ticked by, and soon the tears trickled out. In the darkness, Kurt could let go of his emotions, and he did. He allowed it all to come out as he buried his face into the pillow so no one heard him. The anguish of betrayal poured out of him, and if anyone had been in the room they would have felt it.
His body went into an uncomfortable sleep only to awake a half hour later than he normally would. Kurt was still exhausted emotionally, mentally, and physically. He stared over at the clock with disinterest.
He closed his eyes, and thought about skipping school today, only to realize that if he did that then Blaine would be getting the better of him. His light blue/green eyes turned into steel at the thought, and his whole body was suddenly much more awake than before.
Rolling out of bed, he dropped his IPod in the deck, and turned it up pretty loud as he settled into his vanity. He glared at the bruise on his forehead, and the red rings around his eyes. The tears were gone, and determination settled in.
He dressed in a killer, 'Fuck with me and die.' Outfit, and he was very pleased with his ensemble. A pair of skin tight black skinny jeans, a white and black belt, and the top was a crimson with a gray overlay.
He gathered everything, and unplugged his IPod, and cellphone.
"Morning Kurt," Burt cheered looking up from the newspaper.
Finn was munching on some waffles, and Carole was already gone.
"Morning," Kurt said softly as he poured himself a cup of coffee, and winced when his shoulder twinged. It had been hurting him since last night. "By the way," Kurt had made it to the door, and looked over his shoulder. "So we are clear, Blaine Anderson is no longer welcome in this home." He had timed it in a way so that he could get out the door before Finn and Burt could register what he'd said.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he got into his car, but he should have been paying more attention because the passenger side flicked, and with a huff, Finn slid in.
"Damn," Kurt muttered leaning back in his seat.
"Talk," Finn said simply. "Whatever it is, simply tell me, Kurt. What happened? It had to have been bad."
Kurt frowned. It sounded like Finn knew something. He glanced over at his stepbrother. "Blaine went too far last night," he confessed quietly.
Finn's eyes narrowed. "Sounds similar, Rachel tried to get me to have sex with her, and she told me she wanted to prepare for Maria."
Kurt's eyes closed. "I suppose Blaine wanted to prepare for Tony then. But, I doubt Rachel would try to force you to have sex when she was intoxicated."
There was a vicious growl, and Kurt's eyes flew open. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
Kurt sighed, and started the car. "Seat belt," he ordered attaching his own, and backing out. "Also, you're not going to kill him because if he has the nerve to come up to me while sober to try and apologize, I'm going to kill him. This is my fight Finn, not yours."
"But, Kurt!"
"Finn – this is my fight, and it was my relationship. Not yours, please let me handle it."
Finn looked like he wanted to punch something. "Fine, but I can't promise I won't punch him the second I see him."
"Please don't. That means I have to tell Carole and dad what happened, and I'd prefer not too."
"Alright," Finn said with a sigh. He understood the importance of not telling the parentals. "Are you okay?"
Kurt smiled. "Despite what happened? Yes, I'm fine. Uh, a friend last night took care of me."
"Oh? Another guy?" Finn asked, and Kurt marveled at how easy it was for Finn to talk to him these days. Things had surely changed.
"Well, when I first met him, he was after Blaine. He was a Dalton student, and I guess last night he saw Blaine's true colors. He helped me, and he wasn't as big of an ass as I thought he was. Then again, the Blaine I knew was sweet, but the Blaine last night was a monster."
Finn gritted his teeth at that. For Kurt to confess that Blaine had been a monster must have been bad. His brother must be downplaying the truth. He hated to delve deeper because then he would commit murder, and be in prison. He didn't think Kurt would forgive him.
"Don't tell Rachel."
"Never."
It wasn't hard to avoid Blaine. For one they had separate classes, and for another McKinley was big enough to hide amongst the other commoners.
Kurt was the last one to enter glee, and it was the first time he'd seen Blaine since last night. He was sitting with Rachel who was babbling about the lines for West Side Story, but he didn't seem to be listening. In fact, he looked to be sporting a rather heavy headache.
Finn was on the complete other side where Puck was glaring at Blaine like he was something offensive. Rachel didn't even see to notice.
Kurt went straight over to Finn who jumped up. "Take my seat."
Puck arched an eyebrow as Kurt sat with him. "Okay, Princess?"
Kurt flashed him a Diva smile. "Always, Noah."
The jock didn't look convinced, but he also didn't prod for information. Not that he could.
Finn remained behind Kurt the entire time, and Kurt tried to ignore all the looks that were being passed from all the girls at Blaine and Kurt.
Kurt tried to make it to the door first when Mr. Schuester dismissed them, but Blaine had called out for him to stop.
Finn growled dangerously, but kept himself from moving to protect Kurt. It was his fight, and unless it got out of hand he'd let his stepbrother deal with it.
"Go away, Blaine."
"No, Kurt, I'm really sorry," Blaine insisted with a whine. "I – I didn't mean-"
Kurt's eyes flashed, and before anyone had time to realize what happened, a fist flew right at Blaine's face, hitting him square in the jaw. "That was for last night."
Blaine staggered and fell on his ass. The whole room gasped in shock. Blaine winced as he cupped his mouth in shock. It felt almost broken.
No one had ever seen Kurt get violent. Not one single person had ever witnessed the most out and proud gay teenager in Lima to lose his cool. But at the moment, he looked like he could very well kill every person in that room, and not even break a sweat.
Puck was drooling. Finn was cheering. Rachel looked horrified as she went to Blaine's defense. Tina and Mike watched on wondering why gentle Kurt would actively hit his boyfriend – or maybe not? Rory was stunned out of his mind, and Artie had gotten it all on his camera. It was a glorious moment. Quinn simply didn't care, and was staring at her nails, figuring they'd solve their problems, and get back to being the same ol' mushy couple they'd always been.
"It is so over that I never want to speak to you again. In fact, I will only tolerate you in glee class, but if it becomes too much then I'll quit. You stay away from me Blaine Anderson because I will hurt you if you so much as lay a finger on me." Elegantly, Kurt spun on his heel, and walked out.
Everyone else was too shocked to say anything. Blaine was just standing there looking as if his whole world had died.
"Whoa, that was fucking hot!" Puck crowed.
Santana placed a hand on her hip, and nodded. "I agree for once."
Mr. Schuester frowned. "What happened?" He'd been too shocked to admonish Kurt, but perhaps that was for the best – for his own safety. Kurt Hummel was the least violent person in the room, and to see him lashing out at Blaine – well – Will Schuester can only believe that Blaine had been in the wrong.
"Nothing," Blaine muttered wincing at the pain in his cheek. "I'm going."
"But – Blaine you promised to stay for practice."
"I can't, Rachel, sorry."
Finn smirked. "Go Kurt!"
Rachel whirled on him. "What happened? What's going on? Why did Kurt hit Blaine?"
"None of your business, Rachel." She squawked at that. He turned to Puck. "Give me a ride? I don't think Kurt's going to wait for me, and I'm not sure if I want to be in the same car with him right now."
"Sure dude. Man, that was hot! I'm not gay or anything, but Kurt Hummel was one hot BAMF just now!"
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Kurt sped out of McKinley faster than was safer. He veered around what he thought was Santana's car, cutting her off completely as he spun out the opposite way of going home. He didn't give a damn about anything or anyone. He simply wanted to hurt something, and that was so not like him. Seeing Blaine, and his audacity at an apology? As if saying 'sorry' in his usual whine would fix the fact that the asshole had tried to rape him.
His blood boiled as he made a sharp turn. He had no idea where he was going or why. All he knew was that he needed to drive. There was a continuous buzzing from his phone. He thought about ignoring it, but quickly checked, and frowned when he didn't recognize the number.
Unknown: 4192284125: Facebook certainly pays off, kitten.
Kurt snorted, and pulled over on the edge of the road so that he didn't crash and die. He closed his eyes briefly, and then he text back, and then saved the number to his phone book.
To Coyote: Stalking me now are we, coyote?
From Coyote: You could say that. What are you doing?
To Coyote: Sitting in my car in the middle of nowhere after punching Blaine in the jaw.
He wondered how Sebastian would take to that. He flipped through the songs in his IPod, and found one that was a little harder, and less Broadway acceptable. He sang the words as Sebastian buzzed in a reply.
From Coyote: Fuck yeah, kitten. That makes me horny thinking about it. Did you make him fall down?
Kurt laughed out loud, and shook his head at the phone. He knew that Sebastian was a pervert, but he couldn't help but feel a little flushed at the fact that someone liked what he said.
To Coyote: Yes, he fell down. He had the nerve to try and apologize to me in a tone that he would use to apologize for petty things. I couldn't take it anymore. What are you doing? Dalton has class until four.
He ignored the messages from Rachel, but he sent back one to Finn telling him that he'd be in later, and to tell Burt that he'd gone for dinner, and wished to be alone for a while. Sebastian was pretty quick to respond.
From Coyote: Study hall, and all we do is sign our names in, and we can choose to stay or go. Coffee?
To Coyote: Sure. When?
From Coyote: Be there in an hour.
To Coyote: It takes two hours to get to the Lima Bean.
From Coyote: Not for me. I have a Corvette remember?
Kurt scowled, and quickly typed back.
To Coyote: Don't wreck, idiot!
He started his own car, and quickly maneuvered back onto the road in the opposite direction.
From Coyote: Awwwww, is the kitten worried about me?
Kurt didn't answer, and threw the phone to the side. He could just hear Sebastian laughing all the way from Westerville.
He hadn't realized how far out he'd driven because it was twenty minutes by the time he got to the Lima Bean. He pulled in, and snatched his phone, and bag.
To Coyote: What do you want?
There was quite a long line, and a few kids from school hanging around, but no one that Kurt cared about enough to talk to them. There was a lot of chatter, and people bumping into one another as they grabbed their coffee, and headed for the door. When Sebastian buzzed in, he answered only to have his pristine pale face flood with heat.
From Coyote: Mmm... you on my bed?
There was another buzz, and Kurt coughed in line.
From Coyote: Of course, preferably if you are in my bed, you have to be naked. It's a standard rule.
Kurt quickly hid his text, and stared off into nothing with his mouth open in shock. What the – okay, he knew Sebastian was sex crazed maniac, but he knew that Sebastian didn't like him.
To Coyote: I didn't think I was your type, coyote
A minute later, Kurt answered the buzz.
From Coyote: You are my type. I prejudged, kitten. It happens. So, you bed, naked – sound good?
To Coyote: Absolutely not you pervert.
From Coyote: *pouts* You kissed me last night
To Coyote: It was my way of saying thank you. It was not meant to be taken any other way.
From Coyote: I liked the thank you a lot. Your lips are soft – I can only imagine what else those lips can do
To Coyote: OMG you are insufferable!
From Coyote: I know. But, if you must be talking about coffee, full on straight black with hazelnut. Don't you dare add anything funky like skim milk or cream – unless you have a bottle of vodka in your purse.
To Coyote: *rolls eyes* You are an ass, and no, I have no alcohol, and it's not a purse.
From Coyote: I have a fine one thank you. If it looks like a purse then it is a purse.
To Coyote: Right, whatever. Anyway, straight black with hazelnut it is.
Kurt shook his head as he saved the messages, and proceeded to return a couple text from Tina. She had asked what happened, and he quickly told her that he didn't want to skew her opinion on Blaine, and that it was best if it was kept quiet. That had made her worried, so much so that even Mike text him, and that was something that never happened. That was another reason, if Tina knew then Mike had to know, and even though Kurt and Mike weren't exactly best buds, he was Tina's boyfriend, and Tina was Kurt's best friend, and he would feel the need to do something about it. He couldn't let that happen.
He knew Blaine had been drunk, and he knew that Blaine would never truly do that to him if he were sober.
There were a lot of things that Kurt could forgive. If Blaine had kissed Sebastian that night, he could forgive. He wouldn't be able to forgive the whole sleeping with another guy thing, but eventually he'd get over it, and he and Blaine could end up just friends. However, attempted rape? Kurt couldn't fathom what would have happened if Sebastian hadn't stopped Blaine. It was completely unforgivable.
He made his way to the front, and beamed at the guy as he filled his and Sebastian's order. Realizing he was starving, he ordered a low-fat blueberry muffin, and a chocolate chip cookie.
After gathering his order, he took a seat in the way back not only for some privacy, but because he didn't want any of his McKinley friends to spot him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with any of them at the moment.
He nibbled on his muffin as he pulled out his English Literature assignment. He was heading the page when there was a buzz from his phone.
From Coyote: Where the hell are you in this place? It's fucking swamped!
Kurt gazed up, and around the throngs of people, and noticed the crisp Dalton uniform out of all the ruffled shirts, skirts, and jeans. He waved his hand over his head, and Sebastian smirked as he stalked his way over, cell going into his pants pockets as he did.
"There you are, kitten. Miss me?" He slid in gracefully across from Kurt who pushed his assignment aside.
"Not likely, coyote."
"Ooh, chocolate chip. How'd you know?" Sebastian asked with a flashy smirk.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "The first day I met you flirting with Blaine."
"Eye for detail hmm? That's kind of hot."
"I always have an eye for detail, and do you think of anything else besides sex?"
Sebastian pretended to be thinking about it as he watched Kurt's adorable facial expressions. He had been trying to covertly check if Kurt was alright without being obvious. "Hm, no, not really."
"I thought so."
"So, the little midget piss you off enough, huh? Pity I missed it."
Kurt rolled his eyes, and picked up his phone for a minute. He quickly hit Artie's Facebook, and turned it to Sebastian who had only taken a bite of his cookie, and then choked when he saw the video of Kurt going bat-shit crazy on Blaine, and decking him. Kurt looked extremely pleased, and smug with the reaction.
Sebastian felt heat growing around his crotch, at the fire that was in Kurt's eyes. He looked over the phone at the gorgeous gentle kitten, and couldn't believe they were the same person.
"I'm not a violent person," Kurt said hitting the back button, and tossing the phone on the table. "What was worse, Blaine knew I wouldn't out him in front of glee so he did it around them instead of daring to speak to me alone. He never imagined that I would go off."
"Why not? I'm sure they'd love to know that they have a rapist in their midst," Sebastian said trying and failing to keep the sneer out of his voice.
"It was my fault. I talked him into transferring, and besides I want to win Sectionals, Regionals, and Nationals this year. I need it for my NYADA application." He scowled. "West Side Story was already stolen from me. I'm not allowing anything else to be."
"West Side Story?"
"Tony," Kurt said with a frown. "All the guys in glee even agreed to let me be the only one to tryout for Tony, but then Blaine decides to sing a Tony song while trying for another part, and guess what?" He huffed, and took a drink of his coffee to calm down.
"Midget got it."
"Yep, and of course it helps that I'm not a sexy person."
Sebastian would like to argue with that because what he had seen in the video Kurt was very sexy. He saw Kurt's pretty eyes dim, and a tiny frown tug at the corner of his very juicy lips.
Sebastian snatches Kurt's phone wordlessly, and fiddled around it, until he was on Kurt's Facebook. Luckily, the memory had saved all the countertenor's information.
Kurt let him at it as he finished his muffin. Just like Kurt did to him earlier, Sebastian put the phone in front of his face to show the reenactment once again of Kurt punching Blaine.
"What about it?"
Sebastian quirks an eyebrow. "That's the hottest thing I've seen since I moved here to this stuffy backwoods state, kitten." Kurt's cheeks colored spectacularly, and because he was so pale even he knew it. Sebastian chuckled. "You are also as cute as a kitten. I can always show you how sexy you are – make you feel it too."
Kurt choked, and shook his head. "Idiot!" He snatched his phone from the smarmy-smirking-coyote-like pest from Dalton.
"I compliment you, and then you insult me!" Sebastian mock gasped as he placed a hand over his heart. "I am so hurt right now."
Kurt pursed his lips together in an effort not to laugh. "Ass."
"See! You are hurting me, Kurtie, what do I do?" He fluttered his eyes causing Kurt to reach over and slap him playfully on the forehead. "Ow! You wound me physically and emotionally. My heart – its in so much pain – get rid of the pain, Kurtie."
"If you don't shut up..."
"Oh?" Sebastian straightened with a leer. "What are you going to do? Kiss me? That'll shut me up."
Kurt couldn't hold it in. His cheeks were starting to hurt, and his stomach was begging him to breath. He let loose a soft melodic laugh that caused Sebastian to lean back and cross his arms in satisfaction. "Perfect."
Kurt shook his head, and propped his elbow onto the table, and cradled his chin in it as he looked at Sebastian. "You are awful, Sebastian Smythe."
"So I've been told."
"If you used to live in Paris, why the hell did you move here?"
Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "You don't want me here? I can go you know..."
"Shut up and tell me!"
"How can I do both? You are trying to get me to perform the impossible, and baby, while I might be talented at pulling off impossibilities, I'm not sure that shutting up, and then speaking at the same time is plausible, even for my talents."
Kurt kicked Sebastian's knee causing a cute and sulky expression to form. "Come on! I want to know, why? I mean – Ohio? Paris?"
Sebastian chuckled. "I see your point, and my dad's a state attorney. I lived there for a year with my aunt, and I'll admit the transition has been hard. This place is absolutely appalling."
"My sentiments exactly. I can't wait to get out of here. I have applied to about every school in New York in case I don't get into NYADA. Well, at least the ones that offer music and theatrical majors."
"I'm going to Harvard," Sebastian said looking none to thrilled with the idea. "All the Smythe's have gone to Harvard." He sounded very contrite about it. "Damn, I need vodka. You sure you don't have anything in that endless purse of yours."
Huffing, Kurt shook his head. "Absolutely not. My time with alcohol ended with throwing up on my mysophobic counselor."
Sebastian barked in laughter as he remembered Kurt telling him last night, but knowing that counselor had been a germaphobe only made it funnier. "Shit that would have been funny."
"Not to me. I was humiliated, and I don't know how I got out of that. My dad still doesn't know about it, which is amazing in itself. I'm guessing that our pathetic conservative moron of a Principal simply didn't want the paperwork, and headaches from it."
"What do you need that makes you carry such a large purse?" Sebastian asked. He was very curious.
Kurt tossed it to him wordlessly.
Sebastian unable to help himself opened it up. He pulled out a clear bag of basic toiletries, which wasn't so bad except for the creams in them, but what surprised him was the fact that there were three outfits in there wrapped in plastic.
"Clothes? You change clothes hourly or something?"
Kurt snorted. "No," he took a drink of his coffee. "New Directions are hated, and I'm the resident gay kid so slushies and dumpsters are a fan favorite for the hockey team. The football team don't bother me anymore since half of them are in glee. Also, the girl clothes are not for me. They're for Tina or Rachel in case they get slushied. Mostly Rachel because she thinks she's above such things even though they happen more to her than anyone else these days."
Sebastian gave a very impressive sneer. "Public schools, I hate them."
Kurt hummed. "I went to Dalton."
"Yeah I know. Why did you go back?"
"Missed my friends too much, and it was costing dad an arm and a leg. Also as much as I like the Warblers, I hate your uniform."
Sebastian grinned. "I figure you'd say that." He handed the bag back. "I guess I'll excuse your purse."
"That's why I was shocked last night I didn't have any clothes, and then I remembered Tina and Artie both needed something to wear. Speaking of I really need to get my boots back from Tina."
"You don't seem to be hurting for money," Sebastian pointed out.
Kurt laughed softly. "True, we're not. My dad owns a chain of auto shops, and I work there part time, but when I decided to go to Dalton my dad had just gotten married, and we needed to add an extension onto the house for my stepbrother. Instead of just two in the household there was suddenly four, and Dalton cost way too much for dad to be given me special treatment."
"Weird." He wasn't used to others being so selfless. Sebastian would admit it that he was a grade A selfish bastard, and proud of it. He learned long ago that if he didn't put himself first he would only end up screwed, and not the good kind.
"Not to mention the gas. I commuted. I drove a total of four hours a day. I had to tune my poor baby up way too much."
"You?" Sebastian asked skeptically.
Kurt scoffed as he folded his arms. "Of course it was me. I wouldn't trust anyone but dad or myself with my baby. Believe it or not, I can rebuild an engine from the ground up with a blindfold."
It wasn't often that Sebastian was impressed, but damn if he ever was at that second. "I can't see you getting all greasy – hmm – nice mental pictures."
Resisting the laugh, Kurt swatted at Sebastian. "Alright Coyote, and do you think I'd wear my really good clothes while working on a car? You'd have to be kidding. By the way, how did you get my number? My Facebook is private."
Sebastian smirked. "Well, before I took midget off my list I found your number. I was not going to be associated with a rapist. There are a lot of things I may be, but consorting with the likes of that is a no, no."
Kurt sighed heavily. "He's really not."
"Excuse me?" Sebastian looked horrified.
Frowning, Kurt shook his head. "He'd have never done that if he hadn't been drunk."
"Drinking is like a lie detector, kitten. It shows your true colors."
Kurt remembered back to Rachel's party, and how Blaine had thrown himself on her. "I think he's more like a promiscuous go getter when he's drunk."
Sebastian barked in laughter. "So, he has to be drunk to want some? That's pathetic."
They'd been talking for well over two hours, and several refills of coffee, and even snacks. Kurt was feeling bloated after his third muffin. He would have to run it off later. Sebastian had gotten up for the bathroom, and Kurt was minding himself with reminding Tina that he needed his boots back when there was a tap on his shoulder.
He looked over, and blinked when he saw Sue Sylvester standing there.
"Coach!" He stood quickly at attention like an army student. He hadn't noticed Sebastian had returned because he was so intent on pleasing his vicious coach.
She nodded sharply. "Porcelain, I need you, and your cute flexible little ass on my Cheerio's team before ostrich eggs ruins me for good."
Kurt wasn't even going to ask how Coach Sylvester knew where he was because that woman had a scary sixth sense. Kurt blinked at that, and thought about it long and hard. It would be good information to add to his application.
"The National Cheerleading Competition will be held in Los Angeles, California, and in return I will give you an exemplary reference to NYADA."
Kurt was stunned, and before he could accept, Coach Sylvester nodded. "Good." She handed him a red and white leather duffel bag. "Outfit is in the bag. I require your attendance tomorrow, and if I see that you've gained even one ounce while sitting here and stuffing your face, I'll have you running laps till you drop, clear?"
"Yes coach!"
He waited for her to leave before even moving, but then she turned, and smirked. "By the way, nice right hook, Porcelain. Show that fire at my tournament, and you'll go down in history." She left after that, and Kurt let out a breath as he fell down into the seat.
"Who the hell was that?" Sebastian asked in shock.
"Coach Sylvester, and may I say – never ever piss her off," Kurt warned factually. If he had been one of those stupid anime shows that Finn watched so often Kurt would have sweat dripped.
"What did she want?" Sebastian asked. "And did I hear something about you being very flexible?"
Kurt's cheeks turned a rosy color once more, and Sebastian smirked as he enjoyed the shade. "Er – Coach Sylvester wants me to rejoin the cheerleading squad."
"Cheerleading? You were a cheerleader?" Sebastian was trying to picture it, but all he saw was Kurt in a skirt, high heels, and pom-poms. That could make for some kinky sex.
"Mhmm, won them Nationals by singing a Celine Dion song for thirteen minutes in French."
Sebastian simply stared at Kurt who looked away bashfully. "I knew that mouth could do amazing things."
Kurt silently gulped, and turned back to Sebastian. "Pervert."
"Guilty as charged, baby."
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