AN: So, some people wanted me to continue this, so, here goes. I guess this is going to be Kurt and Sebastian-centric, delving into both of their characters/interactions a bit. As always, reviews are appreciated :)

Believe it or not, he'd actually been trying to tone things down this year.

Now, the clothes were non-negotiable. The clothes were his happy place, his daily esteem-boost.

Believe it or not, he didn't wear the clothes for attention. It was everything else he usually did that was for attention, and that was where he'd been trying to tone things down.

It was a work in progress.

One of the main reasons was Blaine. Because every time he so much as reached for Blaine's hand in public, he could see the trapped, deer-in-headlights fear light up in Blaine's eyes, and he immediately felt guilty for forgetting.

It wasn't that he was braver than Blaine. It really wasn't. It was just… he was used to it, used to the looks, the shunning, the attention. He was so used to it he didn't even really notice it anymore.

And, well, maybe he'd started seeking it out a bit. Maybe he enjoyed the shocked stares when he performed Madonna. Maybe he relished the scandalized looks when he walked down the hallway with his boyfriend.

Maybe he'd become a bit of an attention whore.

So, he was trying to tone things down. Especially with Blaine. He understood why Blaine pulled his hand away, why he saved his affection for closed doors and wholesome musical serenades. Blaine was comfortable with attention, but not that kind of attention (and he had every right to be that way, after what had happened at his old school).

So, he wouldn't force anything. He wouldn't do anything to make him uncomfortable. He would try to tone things down.

It really was a work in progress.

Believe it or not, he was much tamer than he used to be.

Now, the sex was non-negotiable. It was a distraction, and it was stress relief, and it was a smaller time commitment, than, say, tying himself down with a ball and chain. Believe it or not, he didn't sleep around for the artificial adrenaline rush, or because he was trying to fill some emotional void left in him by his parents. It was alcohol, lies, and manipulating people that helped with those.

And yet, he really was a lot tamer. Because before, when he'd been at that L.A. so-posh-we-sneeze-into-cash boarding school (so he'd lied about living in Paris – sue him), things had really gotten out-of-hand. Like, partying every night out-of-hand. Like, sleeping with questionable guys twice his age out-of-hand.

Like, getting into 'technically classified as hard' drugs out-of-hand.

And from all of that, he'd learned that even as a spoiled, rick kid, there was only so much out-of-hand he was allowed to get into – at least, from his Father the Politician's point-of-view.

And that was why he was here, middle-of-nowhere Ohio, in a school for the saintly and morally endowed.

He was bored.

So, so painfully bored. And maybe, to alleviate that boredom, he was sleeping around more than usual. Maybe, he was logging a few too many no-last-name boys into his phone for the nights he had nothing to do with himself.

Maybe he was a becoming a bit of a man whore.

It didn't matter either way. He was still much tamer than before, and it was Lima that was the problem, not him. Things weren't getting out-of-hand – not quite yet.

He'd give it another month.

He was already in a bad mood.

He'd thought that coming out to Blaine's sectionals with the Warblers would clear it out, but he'd earned a nasty headache from his hangover, and it didn't even look like he'd get a chance to talk to Blaine.

And on top of all that, he still existed.

There he was on stage, not doing anything in particular, and yet somehow, he was. How could a person without an actual solo manage to draw all of the attention towards himself? It was like Sebastian couldn't look away. No one shimmied like that. And what the fuck was that hip roll?

Attention whore.

He hated him. He couldn't show it, though, couldn't let on that he cared. Instead, he had to pretend to be enjoying it, clapping along to the beat.

He made sure to give an especially pretty smile to Blaine during the performance, just to spite him.

And his reaction was immediate, but it wasn't satisfying enough, wasn't the trick Sebastian needed to clear out his bad mood.

He wanted to push him down – wanted to show him he didn't care. He wanted to ignore his existence, look straight through him when he talked, but he also wanted to devote his entire attention to destroying him, and now, wasn't that a conundrum?

Was it possible to break down an attention whore by paying attention to him?

He was going to find out.

He was already in a bad mood.

Maybe it was the impending weight that this Sectionals outcome would have on his life: no Sectionals win – no NYADA. Maybe it was the fact that Blaine had one and a half solos in their setlist (did being jealous make him a bad boyfriend, or just human?).

Whatever the reason was, seeing his smug, sleazy, buck-toothed face in the crowd certainly didn't help any.

He felt off the whole performance. And he even let his showman face slip for a moment when he saw him and Blaine make eye-contact. Sebastian's smile was all charm and allure and wickedness, and Kurt just didn't understand.

Why Blaine? Why his boyfriend? Out of all the available boys in Ohio (not many, maybe, but more than, say, three), why him? Why the one boy that mattered to Kurt?

God, what a man whore.

He hated him. Hated him in a way he'd never hated even his harshest bullies. Was this what jealousy felt like? Pure, red-hot, rust-green jealousy?

Kurt wanted nothing more than for him to disappear, to exit his life with as little warning as he'd entered it, and there was a real challenge, right?

How do you get a man whore to stop chasing your man?

He sure as hell was going to figure it out.