Okay, new chappie! Yayyyy! Hope you like it. I realize that Karofsky's life sucks, but that'll make the good things I have planned for him in the future even better.

And, my own Klaine relationship is bothering me. Why do I write these characters this way? I hard core ship Klaine, but in my own story, they're drifting from each other. Shame on me!

Done talking now. Enjoy this story about Klaine, Karofsky and douchebomb as Sebastian was so fondly called in a review.

I do not own Glee or the characters. Enjoy. :)


"So, I went to visit Dalton the other day, and," Blaine began, but as usual, he was cut off.

"Do you know what Mercedes told me earlier? It was the most scandalous thing!" Kurt gossiped excitedly, ignoring the frown crossing his boyfriend's lips.

"Uh, sure." He stated, resigned. He knew by that point that once Kurt thought of something he absolutely had to say, there was no stopping him. He couldn't help but be bothered that he wasn't able to get a word in edgewise.

"Well, she was talking about Shane and how they're going to have beautiful cocoa babies or whatever, and then she said that he said that someone else said that they were told by another person who said…" By that point Blaine had completely zoned out and thought back to his visit with the Warblers. It had been so nice for him to see his boys again.

Nick had sung his solo very charmingly, and the Warblers sounded amazing. Blaine couldn't deny that his attention had been on the unfamiliar boy with the smoldering gaze the entire time, however. He felt like he was being mentally undressed by the new kid, except he didn't necessarily mind it. After they performed for him, he and the other boy grabbed coffee and sat in the commons to talk. His name was Sebastian, and there was no doubt in Blaine's mind that he was being hit on. Big time. Blaine didn't deny, dissuade or push the other boy away, either. He was actually encourage by his behavior.

"Isn't that just awful?" Kurt exclaimed, breathless from ranting for minutes on end. His voice was high and squeaky and his face pink from being so worked up. Blaine blinked a few times, returning to where he was: sitting on his bed with his boyfriend.

"Oh, um, yeah. Terrible." Blaine fumbled with his words. Kurt looked at him oddly for a second before going right back to whatever he had been discussing with himself before. Blaine's brain went straight back to Dalton and a boy who wasn't his boyfriend.


Karofsky went to the bar every night, including those that lead to school the following morning. He slowly slipped away into a world of alcohol induced numbness and meaningless one night stands that left him feeling gross and uncomfortable.

"Hey, Bear Cub," a thin man purred as he rubbed his body against the younger boy in a manner meant to be enticing. "Do you want to-"

"No need for cute pick up lines. Just take me." He demanded bluntly. The random man smiled cunningly and grabbed the teen's hand eagerly.

"Wonderful."


In the morning, Karofsky got out of the bed inhabiting the unfamiliar man and got dressed in the clothes he had worn the day before. He had no clue who the man was, where he was or how he was going to get to school. But he knew he needed to get the hell out of there.


The moment Sebastian set his eyes on Blaine, he wanted him. Blaine's innocent smile, naïve demeanor, prep boy wardrobe and optimistic attitude were delicious, and he desperately wanted a taste. He met up with the smaller bodied boy at a coffee shop a few days after their initial meeting, only to find out that he had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend, depending on how one looked at it. Sebastian invited the two to the bar he frequented, not wanting to seem rude, yet knowing neither would be interested. He would somehow find out how to get Blaine on his own at another point in time when the boyfriend wasn't watching like a hawk. To his surprise, Blaine's practically hermaphroditic virginal… person agreed to his proposition. Sebastian formulated a new plan that was henceforth set in action.


"Why'd you say yes to Sebastian's offer?" Blaine asked, his attention completely on his boyfriend who had just shocked him.

"There are a bunch of reasons." Kurt avoided a direct answer. He didn't want to tell Blaine that he was jealous, that he didn't want his boyfriend to be stolen. Sebastian looked at Blaine in an extremely predatory manner, and that was just not okay with him.

"Oh, okay." Blaine said offhandedly, feeling off about the entire situation. Both of the guys in his company had acted very strange; Kurt more touchy than usual, and Sebastian just seemed as though he was planning something. Blaine couldn't help but feel like their trip to the gay bar was going to be extremely… eventful.


"I think I'm losing him, Mercy." Kurt whined into the pillow below him. He and Mercedes were having an emergency girl's night sleepover at her house.

"Why's that, boo?" She asked, concerned for her best friend.

"He doesn't pay attention to me when I talk and he just doesn't seem all that interested in my life. The only thing he does pay attention to is our, um…" Kurt blushed. "Frisky activities…" He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Oh, sweetie," Mercedes consoled him, rubbing his back, "that's just a boy thing. They're so invested in the physical aspects of relationships that they don't even realize they're neglecting the emotional side." Kurt lifted his head in protest.

"But I'm a boy!"

"I know, honey, but you're gay." She said bluntly.

"Blaine's gay." He protested again, rolling over to face her on the bed.

"But he's not… gay gay. You know?" She tried to explain. Kurt shook his head, eyebrow raised and bitch face full blast. "I mean, yeah, he's gay, but he's not a… Oh, gosh, I hate this term but it's the only thing I can think of right now; he's not a fairy." There was silence. Kurt glared into her eyes and then flopped back into his previous position: face smashed in the pillow.

"I'm not a fairy!"

"No, I know you're not, but you are quite, um, effeminate." Kurt looked up again, his face looking super sad.

"Do you think that's why he doesn't like me any more?" He whined.

"Why do you think he doesn't like you?" She asked sympathetically.

"He's always talking about Dalton or going to Dalton or texting someone from Dalton. I just don't get it!" A tear slipped down his cheek. "What happened to my perfect relationship with my lovable and doting boyfriend?"

"I don't know, sweetie, but it'll get better."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."


"Kurt, are you sure you want to go to this bar tonight?" Blaine asked his boyfriend hesitantly.

"Positive." He responded, determined to make that evening the best of his and Blaine's lives thus far.

"Okay, then. Let's go." He said wearily, watching his boyfriend's butt as they left his house. Kurt drove, and as they got closer to the club, Blaine's heart began to thud. He pretended it was because he was nervous about whether they'd get in, but he knew it was because he would be seeing Sebastian again.