I'm done with exams, so I should be updating this more often!

An overall warning... exploration of dark themes, which include: suicidal ideation, depression and distortion. Others might include possible character death.

I'm using an abusive back-story for Sebastian, so definitely warnings for physical and verbal abuse – possibly sexual. I am following some points of the Glee plotline, but not all of them. One of them is that I wanted to establish a Kurt-Sebastian stepbrother relationship by pairing together Nathalie and Burt together at some point. These chapters will probably be heavy and just get heavier as time goes on because I like quite a lot of darkness in my fanfics, and I'd probably end up going over pretty much any trigger at some point.

Chapter Two – Allergen – Part 2

Kurt had met someone he liked, a lot. Unfortunately, in four hours and fifty-three minutes, he'd also found out something about that person: he talked...a lot. In fact, he never did shut up.

"And then I came back home," the blonde continued to speak.

Kurt's brain had melted by that point, so he had no idea what kind of jabberwocky the blonde was going about, just that he looked very content with himself.

Kurt looked away. "I'm absolutely famished."

"Oh, oh," Chandler nodded his head, grabbing his wrist. He was also very touchy. In the past three hours, Kurt had been touched and held and hugged more than he'd ever been in his life. "We could always go have lunch! When's the whole weird mind-reading sing-off that you're doing?"

"In about thirty minutes," Kurt felt rather horrified at the thought. "I'm not interested in eating anymore."

"There's no time to eat anyway," Chandler looked saddened.

No time to eat? How long did the blonde take to eat? Thirty minutes was plenty of time to shove down two sandwiches down Kurt's oesophagus. In fact, he could do so in less than five minutes, but he did that in the safety of his own bedroom, when he was sure nobody would be disgusted by his lack of eloquence when it came to eating his lunch. In public, he'd eaten as slow as he could and even then, he'd be the first to finish off a plate.

"Kurt, Kurrrrrrrrt, Earth to Kurt!" Chandler exclaimed.

Kurt was pulled out from his thoughts. "Yes?"

Sebastian grabbed Kurt by his shoulder and spun him around. Sebastian was staring at him like he was a profiterole, looking like he hadn't eaten in days.

"Alright, Hummel," Sebastian snorted, staring over at Kurt. "I rigged the hat, so that you'd get me, okay? All you got to do is go towards me and say my thoughts, and you know what those look like... right?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes, if I recall clearly – it had something to do with you wanting to sleep with me."

"That can work too," Sebastian winked, and blew him a kiss before he disappeared.

Chandler melted rather immediately. "Isn't Sebastian Smythe dreamy?"

Kurt stared back at the tall brown-haired male as he walked away. He wouldn't get together with him if he was the last male on Earth. "If that dream was a nightmare, then yes."

He was thinking about food now again. They had fifteen minutes left.

"I'm going to get myself some form of candy that I will regret to hold my starving stomach over," Kurt decided, looking back at Chandler. "I believe that the contest is not one related to the fact that when I am hungry enough, I will tear off Rachel's extremities and use them in place of celery and carrot sticks in hummus."

Thus, one (remorseful and highly calorific) bag of peanut M&M's later, Kurt had found himself sitting in the Dalton commons, where many Dalton students and many students from Crawford Country Day were standing there, watching with absolute enthusiasm and zeal.

Rachel was standing there, looking so confident that he wanted to bust her face in. He had realised that nobody did their hair quite like she did unless they were attempting to repel everything that came to their way.

Kurt took a deep breath and told himself that he had done this.

She insisted on singing first to 'intimidate' the competition. Kurt mentally ran through the lines of the song he'd chosen to sing – Mr Cellophane. It was the song that was playing on Kurt's phone when his father had dropped him off at Dalton. He had very little time to practice for anything else, and it was easy with this particular song.

When she sung, his heart stopped.

He did not expect her to be good, much less that good.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Sebastian sandwiched between the crowd. He listened to her sing On My Own. He had realised right then and there that his life in this school was already destroyed. He would never top her as a singer, and he would surely not top her as a mind-reader.

People just wouldn't like him, and he'd be an outcast again. He'd disappear in his humiliation.

That thought made his stomach churn even harder.

Come on, Kurt, he told himself as his ears filled with her nearly angelic musical notes. Grow a pair, and show them all that you're worth something.

Instead, he deflated back and felt himself shrink with every note she sung.

Sebastian was running late to the whole common room sing-off mind-reading thing and he was pissed. He had been running back and forth from classes – his dorm room was on the other end of the hall in the middle of fucking nowhere, and he'd lost his way.

He'd come back to his room just to pick up something to eat. He'd rummaged through his roommate – which just happened to be his brother's - things, and sighed in absolute relief when he found himself staring at one of those shitty raw food bars.

They were evil as hell. They just made him hungrier. He opened the Roobar and chewed rather immediately.

As he chewed, he recognised the presence of something he did not expect. It was small, and familiar.

He swallowed and kept on eating. He was done with that whole thing in about two bites. He looked back down at the nutritional label just to see what these bars were made out of. What the hell was he tasting that was so familiar that he couldn't put a finger on it? Date, cashews – he paused.

Cashews were the second fucking ingredient.

Fucking hell, why the hell did he not read this before? He hadn't had cashews since he was six. No wonder he could just about barely identify it.

He felt his heart start to race and his breathing become more laboured.

He was severely, severely allergic to cashews.

Kurt had been nervous as he sang, but he'd managed to get away with a few questionable looks. From how the judges seemed to rate him, they rated him just below Rachel, but not low enough that he felt himself grow sick with thought.

His nervousness was enhanced when Rachel came to pick up a nap from the hat and it just happened to be –

"Finn Hudson!" Rachel announced rather coldly, not happy at all.

She moved towards the tall male, whom was standing there, looking like he'd been caught into a really messy state. She looked over at him for a few minutes, blinking a few times, and then shutting her eyes. She looked like she was concentrating herself so much.

It took approximately a minute before Rachel had shrieked. "You revolting, senile beast!"

She shook her head. "I'm not even remotely interested in doing anything with you, and my breasts are not just there for your pleasure—!"

"I wasn't thinking that," Finn suddenly said, looking nervous and like he was sweating. "I was sort of trying for my mind to go blank. Not that your boobs aren't like awesome, but I..."

She glared over at him.

"No, I was thinking that," one of the guys that were wearing a Mohawk had said. "Did it have something to do about how I could see your thong from where I'm standing?"

"It's practical," Rachel huffed, looking absolutely humiliated.

Was it terrible that Kurt had taken pride in her humiliation? She couldn't read Finn's thoughts, but he did sort of wonder what the black-haired male was thinking about. The judges of the Warbler council (that seemed to run everything else) gave her a small score, if only for knowing someone else's thoughts accurately.

Kurt would beat her. He suddenly realised, feeling suddenly very good. If Sebastian had kept his end of the bargain...

He'd moved towards the hat and picked up the name. Just as he hoped: Sebastian Smythe.

"Sebastian Smythe," he answered rather happily. He'd moved towards the brown-haired male, that was standing there looking at anywhere but Kurt. He'd moved towards him, but the closer he felt like, the more he could half feel like the male in front of him was not Sebastian.

He paused when he felt his heart race. He felt his lungs constrict, and he felt out of breath.

He pushed that way. "So, Sebastian."

The tall boy raised an eyebrow as if saying: really?

Kurt was half-assuming that he would be greeted with a smirk, but instead, there was a very soft smile on Sebastian's face, so much so that it actually made Kurt feel like there was something wrong here.

"You're thinking about..." he paused, "..."

He tried to shut his eyes and replicate Rachel. In the darkness, he found nothing. He tried to remember some of the paragraphs from his mind-reading book and failed to do so. The breathlessness had gotten worse.

I'm cold.

He'd paused and opened his eyes. He'd looked back at the boy in front of him, even more so sure that this boy in front of him was not Sebastian at all.

Sebastian? Kurt called out in the strange limbo he was in.

Kurt, there was a vulnerability in Sebastian's voice that made Kurt feel queasy. Kurt, I'm cold.

"You're not Sebastian," Kurt suddenly announced, breaking out of his trance.

The boy shook his head. "I'm his twin." He pulled out his hand. He seemed kind. "Thomas."

Kurt wanted to close his eyes. Dear God, there were two of them was the first thought that came to mind.

There seemed to be a lot of chattering around, and people seemed to be impressed. Rachel was even red in the face, but he couldn't help but shake off the feeling of something wrong happening.

Cashews? Why did he hear Sebastian muttering about cashews?

Wear a jacket, Kurt huffed.

Can't. Busy dying, Sebastian's voice was stoic. It was clear as day, as sharp as the tip of a knife.

Kurt was surprised. Sebastian sounded so vulnerable, as if he'd done something wrong. Dying? Smythe, what are you chattering on about?

Please. Sebastian begged from where the bloody hell he was.

Kurt responded or tried to, what's wrong? What did you do?

I'm sorry. I should've read it, but I'm fucking stupid, Sebastian's voice was littered with pain. I fucked up. I always fucking fuck up. Why the fuck didn't I read it? It's not like I don't have fucking eyes.

"I have no idea where your rather charming brother is," his voice was dripping with sarcasm. He'd turned to Thomas even more so. "But I swear that I could read his mind from here."

There was a chorus of laughter from everyone, almost as if Kurt had said a real joke just right there, as if it was absolutely and completely and utterly impossible for Kurt to be reading Sebastian's mind from where he stood. His stomach was twisting. He did not like the laughter neither the feeling of ridicule he was feeling right then.

"No, I'm serious," Kurt announced.

Wes had then decided to speak. "Kurt, as much as we like you, the thing is: only very talented mind-readers can read the mind of someone that is not within close proximity to them, and while you seem to be good at it, you don't strike me as the type that has thirty years of training after school. That's like saying you can do a surgery when you haven't even gone to medical school."

At that, the whole hall had started laughing.

"I'm serious!" Kurt's cheeks were hot and red.

"I'm feeling a little homesick," Thad announced from where he sat in the council – he was always the least professional of the council for some reason. At first, Kurt thought that he and Sebastian were related to each other. "Kurt, can you tell me what kind of lunch my mother's thinking of making for the family?"

To join in the jibe, a girl standing there from Crawford Country Day (God, her skirt was so short that Kurt could definitely see various internalised structures) had emerged from the crowd, looking rather amused. "Watch out, Hummel. We don't want you using your powers for evil now, do we?"

The hall laughed again, even though it was the lamest joke that Kurt had heard since he'd been here.

"Hey!" Finn announced, sounding rather cold. "Let him talk."

Almost immediately after, the commons had gone silent.

Kurt's heart had melted almost immediately. He'd felt a bit better now, knowing that Finn had his back.

For a flicker of a moment, he did realise that Finn had new pants that actually fit him and a blazer so large that he stuck out. He looked slightly intimidating if it wasn't for the fact that Kurt had realised he was as harmless as a small squirrel looking for his nuts (that sounded wrong).

"Thank you, I—"Kurt paused, his heart racing rather wildly. He suddenly felt very lightheaded.

He grabbed Thomas' arms almost to steady himself, staring at the twin with a softened expression. The rest of the common room looked progressively pale as they noticed Kurt try to balance himself. He could somehow hear the sounds of someone shouting and one of them debating on if they should call an ambulance or something of the sort.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Thomas suddenly asked, his eyes softened – brilliant.

Don't say that, Kurt found himself saying after a long pause. Smythe. What the bloody hell have you done? Tell me. Tell me because whatever you have I think I've got it too. What kind of dark magic are you using?

Kurt, I think I've gone into shock... Sebastian called out. Kurt, please, I'm in my room.

Not only was Sebastian dying, he was also somehow someway taking Kurt with him due to a link that he'd accidentally established between them.

It took him a few moments to construct everything. Being the kind that was just highly allergic to raspberries, he knew what anaphylaxis looked like, and he assumed that Sebastian cussing out cashews meant one thing: the blasted idiot has eaten some despite knowing the fact that he would go into shock if he did.

Kurt glared over at Thomas, almost as if he'd suddenly morphed into his other half.

If you're the reason for me dying, Sebastian... Kurt muttered darkly.

I'm sorry, Sebastian's voice had become so soft that it was nearly unrecognisable. Please don't let me die. I don't want to die. I'm real fucking sorry.

"Sebastian," he suddenly announced, feeling his throat closing up. "Cashews. Dorm room...Ambulance."

I'm cold.

Kurt slid into unconsciousness.

The doctor had explained it very clearly. Kurt did, in fact, establish a link between him and Sebastian – a very powerful link. The link had managed to 'transfer' Sebastian's anaphylaxis to Kurt, a shock transfer...which was very rare. The deviation was something like a blood shunt – it decreased the effects of anaphylactic shock on Sebastian's system. It definitely harmed Kurt, but if the link did not happen, then Sebastian would surely be dead. The link had essentially saved Sebastian's life.

Thomas Smythe listened attentively whilst trying to hold onto his crying mother. His father was closing a business deal in New York, and had been repeatedly texting Thomas about Sebastian's condition, asking if he should come down there and check up on him. She screamed profanities about Jean Smythe, and reinforced the idea that the divorce wasn't something that she had regretted.

In the corner, Burt Hummel listened, and tried to compose himself.

The doctor had returned to them once more. It was the second day at Dalton. Nathalie's son, Sebastian, had accidentally consumed cashews, and Burt's son, Kurt, had accidentally created a link to bind them together. The entire situation was rather coincidental and confusing. However, the doctor said they were both fine.

A sigh of relief escaped Nathalie's mouth. At least there was that.

"What's this?" Sebastian snorted, as his mother slid over a large, thick black jacket over his frame. It was still relatively warm in the start of September. The autumn leaves had just started to fall, one by one, and he thought that he might be one of them.

Nathalie just stared over at Sebastian. "Kurt told me you were cold."

The humour had disappeared from Sebastian's face. He did not know that Kurt could really hear him, not until then. He thought he made it up in his head. The exchange that they had had left his heart beating rather quickly. A few moments ago, they told him what happened and he refused to believe it. He had refused to believe in seers before, but that was before he'd seen one collapse and go into a fit, only to tell him that something good awaited him when he came home. And something good did.

"Ain't cold anymore," he said in a low voice.

There was a lapse of silence.

"You are a stupid, stupid boy," she decided to say, looking dangerously close to tears again. He didn't know what triggered her tears, or why she looked so sad. All he knew was that he was watching her as she glared at him, as the tears threatened to spill. "Can't you read at all? You go into that prestigious school of yours and take all these advanced classes and you still don't have enough common sense to read the bloody label before you end up killing yourself? Do you know how scared I was? Did you know that if Burt's son didn't make that link, you'd be dead right now?"

The last part caught his attention. Kurt saved his fucking life...

That meant that it was all true. Because he didn't fucking read the stupid fucking label, he nearly not only killed himself, but he might've really harmed Kurt. He might've killed him too.

"I can't look at you right now," Nathalie announced, wrapping her arms around her chest.

He looked away, catching himself in the mirror and wincing. She wasn't the only one.

"So, this is how it is," Burt said, as he walked inside the room. "Kiddo, you barely went through the first day of Dalton. Should I be worried that this is gonna happen again?"

Kurt smiled at him from where he was at. The doctors had told him something about the link, and described it like a shunt or something of that sort. Kurt did not know his physiology, but he nodded his head anyway. He assumed that he'd damaged a few brain cells because he felt very tired and confused.

He tried not to think of Sebastian, because he didn't even like Sebastian...and yet somehow, he saved his life.

Kurt did not like how this was turning out for him. He saw Sebastian as suddenly dangerous, a threat. He knew that it wasn't Sebastian's fault (well, it was actually – he could've read the stupid label) that he ingested something that had not agreed with his immune system. He did know that it wasn't Sebastian's fault that things just seemed to happen around him that had made Kurt hate himself.

He didn't like how this was panning out towards him. He had harmed himself seriously so by knowing Sebastian. Yes, he saved his life, but he did not feel any satisfaction from it.

The only thing he felt was pure and utter horror. One minute he was fine, and the next minute, he'd somehow accidentally formed a link with Sebastian. He knew that being a seer meaning certain abilities, but even all of Dalton seemed to be shocked at the fact that Kurt could communicate with Sebastian when they were so far apart. It did not spell anything good for him.

He'd talked to Nathalie a few minutes ago, and had mentioned something about Sebastian needing a jacket.

He didn't know what he was mumbling about. His mind was a complete and utter mess at the moment.

"No," Kurt suddenly announced, breaking the silence after contemplating something else entirely. He saw Burt stare at him in those eyes, those eyes that told Kurt that his father had been worried. "I'm fine."

"I told you, Kurt," Burt suddenly announced. "This whole seer thing...it's driving me nuts."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "As if I could change it," his voice was harsh.

He'd had this talk a thousand times, a thousand times over. Burt talked about it in such a disapproving manner, almost as if Kurt had asked to be one instead of just fortunately or unfortunately being born as one.

"No, but we gotta help you," Burt suddenly announced. Kurt suppressed a groan.

The man shook his head. "Come on, kid. This ain't normal to me. It ain't normal to just collapse, have a seizure and then have a vision and act like it's all okay just 'cause you can see the future. It doesn't work that way, you know? It's a scary thing. You know about those reports..."

Kurt rolled his eyes. Those reports that said that seers could just die unexpectedly, that their powers backfired on them and they ended up with brain damage or some other malarkey that he didn't really pay attention to. It happened after Blaine Anderson had been blinded in one eye. Evidence was unrelated and controversial. Despite being in Dalton for a while, Kurt hadn't seen Blaine Anderson as of yet, despite his high status in the school.

"Please leave me alone," Kurt finally said, staring down at his feet.

Burt stared at his son for some time, and nodded his head. "You did good, you know. Helping that kid, but don't do it at the expense of yourself, Kurt. I'm real proud. You're a hero, you know that?"

"Yes," Kurt lied through his teeth. He was no hero. It was an accident. At the end of this, Kurt knew that he was going to somehow end up being the villain, because he knew exactly what he had to do to drive Sebastian away from him and it sickened him to no end to think about it.

"Hey, Hummel," Sebastian was standing there in front of Hummel. They could both leave today since they seemed healthy enough or something. He was holding a box of chocolates, as he sucked at this 'thank you' thing.

"Thanks for saving my life or whatever." Yeah, brilliant way of saying it. He should get an award for being so compassionate.

"How eloquent," Hummel muttered.

Sebastian's mom was waiting for him outside to take him home. He had a lot of homework to do from the whole nearly-dying-from-nuts thing, and Tommy was talking to him about some chick from Crawford Country Day that he had his eyes on.

"Hey, I was just—"Sebastian had been trying to think of a way to seriously apologise to Hummel.

Hummel had cut him off immediately, "Listen." Sebastian didn't like that tone. It made him feel seriously fucking sick. "I know you mean well, but truth is: I do not like you. The link we had established was by accident. Your carelessness might've just cost me my life. I do not have proper control of my powers, and all of this could've been avoided if you'd have just read the ingredient list. It is unacceptable."

He wished that people would stop saying that. What was the point of mentioning it? Making him feel like a fucking idiot?

Sebastian stared down at his feet. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. He felt like he was in preschool and his father was telling him off. When that happened, all he wanted to was fucking cry. He wasn't gonna cry now, but it didn't mean that it didn't punch something in his stomach. He felt like he was going to seriously fucking puke.

"If you have a shard of decency," Hummel shoved the chocolates towards Sebastian, clearly rejected his gift, "then you will leave me alone. You will not bring this up again. You will not stalk me. You will have nothing to do with me. Is that clear?"

Sebastian just stared back at Hummel. He felt hurt. He was real damn hurt. He tried to internalise that hurt and turn it into anger. It worked pretty well, "Well, screw you anyway, Hummel. I don't need you."

"Fine," Hummel decided. "A thank you would be appreciated it—a genuine one."

"Fine," Sebastian had turned to leave. "And you don't deserve a fucking thank you, treating me like absolute shit. You should've just not established that stupid fucking link and let me die... Does that make you feel any better?"

He didn't believe any of this, but if he didn't stand his ground now, he never would. All that people had done to him was tell him that it was his fucking fault. So, what? What did this really accomplish other than make him feel real fucking worthless about the whole thing? He was done, and now, this. Now, Kurt was not only blaming him but practically told him that he shouldn't even try to be around him no more.

Hummel seemed shocked by that response. "Are you trying to make me feel guilty about this? What kind of a human being are you exactly?"

Sebastian tried to compose himself. He was real fucking hurt, and the only way that he knew how to diffuse it was by being an asshole even when he didn't believe a thing he said. It was just how he was like. "Apparently, one that deserved to be fucking dead, since saving me was such a shitty experience for you. I'm sorry. Do you want me to swallow some more of that shit and we could replay it again?"

He turned around. This was too much, and it hurt too bad. It was how it sounded like to Sebastian, that Kurt didn't think that he should've helped him at all, blaming him for it. He didn't even tell Kurt to establish the link. It was a fucking terrifying experience for him, yet nobody even bothered to ask about that or anything. Not even a simple: are you okay? Why did everyone in the fucking world assume he had no feelings at all? What about Kurt? He heard how scared he was. They didn't speak about it but...

He stared outside the window, and saw his house out of the corner of his eye. Home sweet fucking home.

xo Peanut Butter/Sam