"Stop it." Sebastian looked up. Of course Kurt wanting to meet him here was a big heaping dose of bad news. He decided to play the innocent act. "Stop what?" Kurt remarked, as he sat down across from him," Whatever you have going on with Mason. He's like a tall, bi, quirkier, sophomore ungelled Blaine and you're sinking your ruthless claws into him because I'm marrying the real thing. It's creepy and you need to stop it Sebastian." Sebastian's face was blank of any form of emotion. Mason made him feel something he hadn't felt in years, actual genuine concern for another human being. He spoke in a clear, concise, almost emotionless flat tone, "There's nothing going on that you would even need to be concerned about Hummel. I'm just the only one to realize that the poor, helpless kid is pretty damn far from ok." Kurt cleared his throat and sipped his mocha bitterly. He spoke in the same honeyed voice he always used when he was trying to play nice with Sebastian, "How exactly are you so sure there's something wrong?", his tone became rather matter-of-fact and almost chilling, "Maybe you're just lying to me so I don't see the fact that you doing what I think you'd do to Mason is a felony." Sebastian growled through grit teeth, 'You don't know the kid's pain. You don't know the things Mason has sent me." Kurt rolled his eyes, "What sort of god aweful things could you be getting an underage kid like him to send a guy like you?" Sebastian pulled his phone from his pocket with some force and unlocked it. He pulled up the folder where he'd saved the three photos Mason had sent him. One was of just his left forearm. Kurt could see the deep crimson droplets dripping off of a few fresh cuts near his elbow. He took the phone from Sebastian and swiped, seeing a pocket knife sitting on the bed, with a diminutive amount of blood on the blade. Kurt finally got to the last picture, which was actually a screenshot of a snapchat. Mason had taken a selfie in his old Dalton uniform and sent it to Sebastian with the words "It still fits.", framed with heart eye emojis. Mason actually looked sort of blissful. The smile on his face was natural and not the cheesy forced grin he kept on in the choir room. Kurt's jaw dropped, his tone now without its confidence seemed shaky, "I-I didn't know…" Sebastian looked just a tad bit furious with the way Kurt was thinking. "Of course you didn't. You and Berry are to involved in trying to just get the glee club back to the way it was when it was all about her, to realize one of your most promising kids is suffering in his own personal hell. Now he can't even know I told you. So do you still think I have some ulterior motive for caring about the kid, or do I need to show you the actual texts?" Kurt nodded and handed Sebastian back his phone. He almost pulled them up himself, as well as to see when was the last time he'd texted Blaine, or more precisely, if Blaine had responded, but he resisted the urge. Right now was for the good of Mason. He spoke, "Show me. Now." Sebastian pulled it up and passed him back the phone. Kurt couldn't help the tears that came to his eyes. He read one out loud in a whispered tone, "It sucks to just feel like I'm worthless as just myself. I'm no good as Mason. To people, I'm only worth something if I'm Madison's brother." He dabbed away a few of the fallen tears. "Mason always seemed so happy." Sebastian nodded gravely, "He's a damn good actor." Kurt spoke, "He needs to get out of Mckinley. Get out, go to Dalton, and be his own person." To think Kurt had thought otherwise of his motives made Sebastian sick to his stomach.
As soon as Kurt left, Sebastian quickly texted Mason, "Meet me at The Lima Bean, Lionheart." About fifteen minutes later, Sebastian saw the silver car park and Mason get out and adjust the sleeves of his cardigan. Once the curly haired young man got his hot chocolate and sat down, he asked in a perplexed tone, "Why'd you want me to meet you here exactly Mr, Smythe?" Sebastian whispered, his tone sweet, and almost sappy, "Whenever we meet and you're not in your uniform, please just call me Sebastian." Mason responded, "Ok then Sebastian… Well, the question still stands. Why did you text me wanting me to meet you here for coffee. Caffeine wrecks me." Sebastian cracked a slight smile, "I remember you telling me how much you adore this place's hot chocolate, and they're the only coffee shop that doesn't ID me when I ask for a shot of Courvoisier in my latte." Mason couldn't help but smile a bit, "Well thanks. I really needed an excuse to get out of the house." Sebastian spoke up, "I also wanted to see what you're going to sing at your audition for one of the solos at Sectionals." Mason's eyes widened, "S-solo?" Sebastian nodded with a slight chuckle, "You bet Mason, one of the solos at Sectionals. The songs are Linkin Park and Panic! At The Disco." Mason seemed intrigued by the artists. "What Panic! At The Disco song?" Lucky for him, he knew it just from the title, "You ever heard Nine in the Afternoon?" Mason's eyes lit up. "Back to the place where we used to say man it feels good to feel this way." An odd sense of joy came to Sebastian's face as he heard Mason sing. He asked, "So Mace, when do you actually start at Dalton?" Mason answered, his voice coming out sounding a bit shaky, "I start my classes on Monday morning." Sebastian asked another question, "Who's your roommate?" Mason shook his head, a raven curl falling in the way of his hazel eyes, "Don't have one." Sebastian smirked as he reached out and. Shifted the stray curl out of the way to look into Mason's eyes, "You're one of the lucky ones. I remember the guy I roomed with sophomore year. He'd sneak in his girlfriend from St. Ivy's and they'd have silent sex." Mason couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he sipped his hot chocolate, "Wait seriously? Like while you were in the dorm with them?" Sebastian nodded, "Roomed with a military brat junior year, and senior year I was lucky enough have a dorm by myself senior year." Mason sounded reassured, "At least I don't have to worry about getting woken up by sex." Sebastian added with an almost flirtatious wink, "Or waking anyone up with yours." Mason shook his head and laughed awkwardly, "No I'm the single Pringle in the chip can of life." Sebastian couldn't help but smirk, "Well Little Lion Heart, what's your opinion of dating a 19 year old?" Mason asked, more than a little bit confused and with widened eyes, "Wait, what?" Sebastian whispered with a smirk playing at his lips, "Let me take you out to dinner on Monday to celebrate your first day." Mason's mile-a-minute mind slowed to a complete stop. "B-but you're my glee club director." Sebastian countered, "I'm also someone who cares, and doesn't want to see you get hurt by some other bitchtit who's just gonna break your heart. Now will you go to dinner with me Monday night or not?" Mason cracked a slight smile, "Of course I will. I'd be more than happy to go with you Mr. Smyt- I mean Sebastian." Sebastian smiled as Mason left to go home and get his last bits in order before heading off to Dalton.
Yet, his smile faded away as soon as Kurt reappeared before him on the other side of the booth. "I knew you had to have something sinister planned Smythe." Sebastian snarled, "I don't know what you're talking about." my glee club advisor." Sebastian countered in his old, cocky way he hadn't used since his warbler days, "Yes, that may be true, but, I'm also someone who cares about you Mason. Someone who doesn't want you getting your heart broken by some careless person who isn't going to treat you right." Mason cracked a slight, but rather genuine smile, "I will gladly go to dinner with you Mr. Smy- I mean Sebastian." Sebastian smiled, "Sweet, I'll pick you up at 7." Mason had to go to get the last stuff in order before he left for Dalton.
Yet, his smile faded as he saw Kurt reappear in the booth across from him. "I knew you had something like that planned." Sebastian snarked as he sipped his latte, "I don't know what you're talking about Hummel." Kurt nearly yelled, "Don't play dumb with me Smythe. You just asked an underage kid to dinner." Sebastian remarked, "What does Mason's age have to do with anything? You say that like I'd try and sleep with him on the first date. Please, I have some standards. Who ever said I would even try?" Kurt's voice got a bit louder, "No one had to! That is the reputation you've built for yourself Sebastian Alexander Smythe. People assume you're a boyfriend ? slutbag! You ruin innocent boys like that." Sebastian smirked in an almost thoughtful way, "To quote J Bigga, I turn nice boys into bedroom freaks." Kurt exasperated, "Exactly! Mason McCarthy is a nice boy with a bright future who in no way, shape, or form needs to be a bedroom freak. He needs someone who's going to support him, and validate his emotions, and convince him that it's gonna be ok ,even if he doesn't really feel like it's gonna be… He needs a Blaine!" Sebastian grit his teeth, "Who says I can't give him that!? Who says I can't be his Blaine?" Kurt snarled, his tone icy, "Says me. You and I both know you don't do emotion. All Mason needs right now is a steady source of positive emotion. He needs someone who will not judge him because of his scars." Sebastian's anger boiled over, "You say that like I'm some cold, heartless human being. Despite what my track record could have you to believe, I do actually have emotional feelings, most of them being positive." Kurt snarked, "Not that don't involve screwing my fiance." Now was the time for the aforementioned fiancee to step in and separate this argument before it could escalate any further into an actual physical altercation. Blaine stood in between them, a hand on each of their chests. "Guys, Guys just calm down! What's all this about?" Kurt interjected, "It's about this douche canoe taking Mason out to dinner before he transfers and we can't stop him from banging him six ways from Sunday." Blaine looked a bit confused, "Kurt sweetie how is that any of our business?" Sebastian smirked and sipped his latte, "Exactly, thanks Killer…" Kurt answered, with his tone melting from its icy demeanor, "It's our business because it's Mason McCarthy." Blaine's confusion seemed to clear in an instant, "Mason? Oh wait like glee club Mason!" Kurt nodded, seeming a bit annoyed, but he looked into his fiancee's bright hazel eyes, "Glad to see you finally get it sweetheart. Now do you see why we need to stop him." Blaine bit his lip and shook his head. Sebastian looked between the two of them, "Blaine doesn't even know the full situation, or why Mason is actually leaving Mckinley, so this is not his place to pass any sort of judgement." Kurt bit his lip. He forgot Blaine didn't know about Mason feeling worthless. He forgot he didn't know about the scars trailing up the arms of the cheerleader. Sebastian shook his head and picked up his latte, "Oh if only you knew Anderson…" With that, he picked up his jacket and left.