AN: Thank you so much for the positive feedback, it really means a lot to me that people are enjoying this. I'm opting for shorter chapters and more frequent updates because with the way my school timetable looks, I have no idea when to get the time to write a long chapter. So I'm squeezing updates between free periods and cramming for exams. Now, on to the chapter.

As Sebastian snuck out of the school building, he couldn't believe that he was actually doing it. He was sneaking out of school in the middle of the day, forgetting everything about his academics and school regulations. Oh god, he was going to become one of those people who give up on school and start dealing drugs, wasn't he? He would have to repeat high school for the rest of his life. He was going to be one of those old people who sat on the first row who still didn't understand simple calculus. One thing was certain; he was doomed.

The bleachers looked like a metal version of Mordor as he approached and he looked skittishly at both sides, as though someone would catch him and call his parents. He could hear the stern voice of his father that could make him tremble just from him shouting at him. He hated it when he shouted at him, but luckily it didn't happen that often and whenever his father shouted at him for something he hadn't done, his mother would come and sing for him afterwards to make him feel better.

"Uhm.. Hi, guys," Sebastian made his presence clear, his eyes glued to the tiny pebbles on the ground. Even though he was sure that the surveillance cameras around school could pick up on his whereabouts, it felt safer under the metal construction. He felt closed out from the rest of the world in a way.

In all honesty, he had expected a better welcome than a grunt from one of the girls and piercing stares from all of them expect for Kurt who was standing leaned against a metal post, smoking quietly.

"So, you are the kid our boy Hummel invited?" a Latino girl looked at him as though he was some kind of vermin and Sebastian instinctively pulled the sleeve of his sweater further down, completely making sure that Kurt's name on his wrist was covered.

"Yes," he said flatly, not knowing what else to say. "And you are..?"

"It's Santana, but if you get on my bad side, I'm going to unleash my inner Snix on you!" she said in a fierce voice, barring her teeth. "And you don't want me to do that, because she is going to make mince out of your sorry little ass!"

Mild case of personality disorder, Sebastian noted.

"Don't look at me with your judgy lit-"

"Santana, that's enough," Kurt said, before taking a drag from his cigarette. The words from him seemed to have an impact on the girl, as she took a step back and crossed her arms over her enlarged chest.

There were three girls there in total plus Kurt, so Sebastian assumed that they were the skanks. From the way Kurt talked about them before, it seemed as though he wasn't really a part of the group, but he couldn't be sure. There was that Latino girl Santana, another girl with bright pink hair and a nose ring. Sebasitan thought he noticed her from some cheerleading pictures in the hallway. She looked a lot like the head cheerleader a few years back. The last one was an asian goth girl with an ugly beanie. Even Sebastian had better taste than that, but when he looked at the girls, he could never even imagine getting attracted to any of them – gay or not. But Kurt on the other hand, he looked like his own personal Adonis. Sebastian couldn't explain it. There was just something that attracted him to Kurt, even though 'the skanks' weren't exactly what he would call good company. He was sure that the Asian girl hadn't even washed her hair in weeks, and judging the red stain on Santana's shirt, it had to be ketchup or.. god forbid.. blood. He didn't even want to ask.

"So, uhm.. I'm here," Sebastian said weakly, putting his hands in his pocket.

"I didn't think you would come. I thought you would be scared to disappoint daddy," Kurt said in a low voice, but he didn't have to raise his voice to be heard.

"I told you, I'm not like that. I can make my own decisions," he said firmly, even though he didn't feel that certain. He was still a good boy, wasn't he? He was still a good student who only got A's and praise from teachers during parent-teacher conferences.

"Well, then you won't have anything against helping us slash Figgins' tires," Kurt said and it struck Sebastian how it sounded more like a statement or a command rather than a question. As thought Kurt had full control of the situation and he was merely a pawn who Kurt could move as he wanted to. Why couldn't Sebastian say no? What was so empowering with this boy that he couldn't muster the strength to even want to say no to him?

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because he is the worst principal in the area. No other principal is this irresponsible or corrupt. He is willing to compromise his students' safety and the sanity of his teachers in favour of adding to his wallet and it is unacceptable, I won't stand for it," the girl with the bright pink hair said, and Sebastian noticed that she wasn't dumb. She seemed smarter than people would have given her credit for. A rebel with a cause.

"Lucy," she presented herself.

"I thought your name was Quinn?"

"That is the name the anti-feministic chauvinists forced me to take. They want me to be a perfect blond Barbie with the flawless hourglass shaped body just to please their own eyes, as the pigs they are. No, my name is Lucy."

Sebastian couldn't help but respect her just a little bit.

"So are you in or what, rich boy?" Santana raised her voice. Was she even capable of speaking without making everything sound like an insult?

Sebastian's eyes darted to where Kurt was standing, the cigarette dangling from his slender lips, shrouding him in a thin cloud of mysterious smoke. He found Kurt staring back at him intently, judging him, evaluating his every move. Sebastian could feel a tingling sensation creeping under his skin, only it felt uncomfortable this time. He didn't want to slash the principle's tires and he would definitely get caught, but he didn't want to seem weak in front of Kurt either.

"I'll do it."

The words sounded firm and clear, like the person Sebastian wanted to be. The person Sebastian was so direly trying to be. Fake it 'til you make it, right?

That was how Sebastian found himself in front of the black SUV with Santana's switchblade in hand. He didn't know how the girl was allowed to bring the weapon to school, but he knew that the switchblade would be buried in his gut if he told on her.

The Asian girl – he learned her name was Tina – was looking out for the principle by the school main entrance, Lucy was positioned at the back entrance, Santana had mysteriously disappeared and Kurt was on the other side of the car. Apparently driving a blade through rubber tires was harder than it sounded and it was a two-man job. He wished he could see Kurt on the other side of the car, but thus far he could only make out his black Doc Marten boots.

He heard a whistle and his mind registered it as the signal. From there on, he worked on autopilot and switched off his mind. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping in his veins, maybe it was the original insanity that prompted him to do it, but he didn't feel any remorse when he felt the sharp metal sink into the study rubber and a soft sound of air rushing out was clear for even him to hear.

He didn't feel regret, he didn't feel sorry for the poor man who had to find another ride home and then find a way to replace his tires. He didn't think that this small action would hurt someone else. But mostly, he was lying to himself. He felt all of this, he felt it like a burning flame reaching closer and closer to him, but he constantly tried to shove it away. Keep himself numb for now. He would never get Kurt's acceptance if he backed out now.

Just as he was about to move on to the next tire, he heard another sound, but it was a double whistle this time. He couldn't remember what the double whistle was. Maybe it was just a bird. But then he heard the shuffling of shoes and the next thing he registered was Kurt sending him a look before running away. When he turned around, Lucy and Tina were nowhere to be found. Instead a very confused Principle Figgins was rushing towards him.

"You slashed my tires!"

Sebastian felt his blood go cold. He felt the cool metal blade in his hand, contrasting the heat in his cheeks. "I…" He could protest and say that it wasn't him, but who would believe him when he was caught red-handed with a knife in hand and with the others out of sight?

"You come with me right now! I am calling your parents and you are going to pay for this, you little scoundrel!", the Principle shouted in an accent that made Sebastian want to laugh, but any notion of humour stilled when the words sunk in. His parents would be called. His father.

Sebastian was dragged into his office by Figgins and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Kurt, Santana, Lucy and Tina looking at him, but not moving from their spot. He sent Kurt a desperate look, pleading for help, but the boy just looked away.

When Sebastian was inside, the gang walked away as though nothing had happened. Sebastian was not one of them. Kurt turned his head to look at the school one more time. Sebastian was already inside. Kurt could go there and confess to being an accomplice, but then both of them would get in trouble. Who was Sebastian to him anyway? Just a kid who wasn't smart enough to run when he was told to. With that thought in mind, Kurt walked away from the school.

AN: I know that there isn't much Kurtbastian dialogue in this chapter, but I was going for a more wordless interaction. I hope it worked.

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