A/N: A few notes before you get into this.

As someone pointed, this is harassment. If you think we don't know and we have no idea what we're writing, you're wrong.

When we started publishing the story, we warned you about what was going to be there and told you not to read if you felt uncomfortable with bullying, dub-con, etc. If you think that it is unrealistic to forget and forgive, I respect your personal opinion, but I've been there and I know personally that people change and as stupid as it is to harass somehow, I know for sure that not doing anything about it for fear is equally stupid. I know, I was stupid too. But this is high school. Most of the people in high school do stupid things and they don't even realize how stupid they are.

And then, when you get to spend time with a person you hate for unknown reasons, you search for a the easiest way to enjoy it and then slowly realize there is a lot more you can love in a person besides his physical appearance. It's not something you figure out in one day. If Kurt could have figured out things about Sebastian in one day or one moment, he wouldn't have bullied in first place.

Besides, most of the badass/nerd stories we've read where about a badass turning into a puppy as soon as he/she saw the nerd, if we want to talk about the realism. We started writing this exactly because we wanted this side of reality to be shown. A reality in which a person starts with being completely wrong and mean and so sure of himself/herself that he/she doesn't even realize how sick his/her attitude is, and then turns out regretting it, feeling humanly sorry and coming to know the person he/she was used to bully and harass is someone with a heart and might get hurt.

In our opinion, this isn't something that can happen in an arch of three-four chapters. So, I'll say it again: if you feel uncomfortable with bullying, harassment, dub-con and slow development of feelings and the relationship between the characters, do not read this. It's not your kind of story and you're opening the wrong link.

A part from this, thanks to anybody who is enjoying the story and doesn't judge it from the first two chapters. It's not like we think that what Kurt and Brittany do is right, that would be crazy. It's like one would say that the CSI writers think that murder is fun because it keeps the audience on the news networks. This story is about changing and understanding. Not about thirty chapters of harassment of falling in love in one day and changing one's personality. We love who is giving us a chance before they judge us! You're lovely and supportive, let me kiss you – xoxo

Ps – sorry for how long this got. It needed to be explained. (Also, to guys, this doesn't stop relationships for changing: think about Puck. He harassed students in the beginning, he closed Artie into a bathroom and bothered Kurt every day, but then he became friend with both)

Beta: Amanda908565.


Chapter 2

"I don't know what to do, I need your help!" Quinn exclaims while they are walking slowly along the hallway, enjoying the minutes they still have got before the bell rings and they have to go to class. "I … I think I'm in love. But I'm so scared." She murmurs in complain with herself.

Santana and Sebastian are walking at her sides – Santana being on the right and Sebastian on the left – and they're suddenly shocked with the terms Quinn had come to when it was just supposed to be a conversion about Rachel Berry which started from the moment they got out to walk to school together.

"Quinn, honey …" Santana says hesitating. "You're never talked to her …"

"I know … how am I supposed to do that?" Quinn answers, sighing. "After what Brittany and Kurt did to you …"

"I agree." Sebastian says, beside her. "She would only act mean to you."

"No, she wouldn't!" Quinn defends her. "She never hurt me. She's different from Kurt and Brittany."

Santana shivers as soon as she hears Brittany's name. She almost panics as she rethinks of everything thing Brittany has done to her since the day they met.

"Quinn. You're lucky enough that they didn't choose to bully you too … why are you still stuck with such a person as Rachel? You deserve someone better." Santana says, trying to understand the reason why Quinn might have these feelings.

"That's not it." Quinn tries to complain. "I mean, the fact that she spends so much time with them doesn't mean she is like them …" She murmurs, biting her lower lip. "I'm pretty sure she's a better person than that, and if she weren't, sometimes people act like this because of past traumas."

"Traumas are what Santana and I are going to go through because of them." Sebastian groans, clearly not agreeing. "How can you even consider falling for such a person, Quinn?"

Santana looks down and bites her lower lips. She hates it when Sebastian gets mad, so she tries to calm him down, but Sebastian shuts her. "Sebastian-"

"No, Santana." He says firmly. "I won't accept that our best friend might get into what we go through everyday."

"Guys, you're acting exactly like them." Quinn says, lifting her hands in the air and rolling her eyes, partly ironic and partly tense at the topic. "You're letting a prejudice towards a person winning over you … did you ever talk to Rachel?"

"What about you, Quinn?" Sebastian asks immediately.

"I haven't done it yet, but I'm not judging at least!" Quinn answers, looking sharply at him and fixing her headband. "Which is exactly what you guys are doing …"

"Quinn, you just said you're in love with a person you don't even know." Sebastian complains.

"Guys, calm down …" Santana tries but she fail because Quinn is already speaking again.

"I think I'm in love." Quinn corrects him. "And by the way, love is supposed to be spontaneous and not rational." She groan, clearly annoyed. "Don't you ever think about what love might be like, do you?"

Sebastian stares around for a few seconds. He wants to be in love, so much, he wants to have someone who loves him exactly for what he is. But the way he looks, his personality, everything he is only push people away.

Plus, he found out only a few days ago what he really likes, who he really is.

The thought that is has happened because of Kurt made him understand. Kurt had humiliated him with words even more than he had done with slushies.

Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Everything comes to Kurt in the end.

It's his worst nightmare and Quinn doesn't deserve to have a life like his own or Santana's. If she gets closer to a person like Rachel though, that is surely going to happen.

Quinn deserves better. She's the sweetest person he's ever known.

"You can't be in love, Quinn." Sebastian says again wincing. "Maybe you're attracted to her, but you can't talk about love. She doesn't even know you exist!"

"Well, maybe she doesn't." Quinn crosses her arms to her chest and turns to them, blocking their walk. "But I bet one day you're going to find out what it feels like to fall in love with the wrong person and you'll regret that you didn't believe me!" She says firmly and without even giving them the chance to reply, she turns and walks by, right when the bell rings, getting out dramatically and leaving them both thoughtful along the hallway.

/

Sebastian checks once more that all the instruments, chemical solutions and the main element are spread over the counter of the biology lab according to the order of use. He smiles happily at his perfect work and sits down.

He doesn't really like this part – dissecting a frog and studying its guts isn't too much of a pleasant hobby – but he has to explain it to Kurt today and he's going to be objective and serious about this.

When he realizes, by looking at his Pikachu watch casually for a moment, that Kurt is late (while the first time he had been awkwardly on time) since it's ten past four pm, he sighs annoyed.

He hates tardy people, especially if it's Kurt.

He spends his time holding the scalpel and repeating all of the processes into his mind. Before he can realize it properly, he is thinking about Kurt already.

He puts the scalpel down and sighs, unable to actually imagine what Kurt is going to pull him through today. It usually gets worse when Kurt hasn't seen him all day, like today.

And yet, right when he is busy preparing himself psychologically, the door gets opened and closes on itself immediately. Kurt comes in, walking towards Sebastian, looking happy and maybe a little lost. He is trying to unwrap a lollipop, but he doesn't manage to do it because his fingers look evidently unsynchronized.

Kurt bites his lower lip for the effort and he stumbles a little, giggling, as he steps closer to Sebastian. He leans his hip against the counter and looks up at him.

"Hey, Sebby." He murmurs, his sharp tone promising nothing but trouble.

Sebastian lifts an eyebrow in confusion. It's so weird to be called like this by Kurt. It isn't failure or geek. And his face looks … happy? Since he's known him, Sebastian has learnt to read the expression on his faces: one day he looked angry at the world, the next one he might be the coldest and most indifferent person on Earth and now he's just … happy?

"Are you okay, Kurt?" He can't help but ask.

"Oh, yeah, I do, super fine." Kurt answers, smirking a little while his mind is still clouded from the joint he smoked. "I'm fine, Sebby," He repeats, slide over the stool beside him before he sits properly, as he still tries to unwrap the lollipop from the paper, "I hope you're having the worst of days."

I was good before you came, Sebastian thinks but he bites his tongue and avoids to say something which might get this worse.

Even though he is sure that there's something wrong with Kurt, he tries not to think about it because it's not his problem. He's only been kind with asking, but Kurt doesn't even know what kind actually means.

"Okay, we're having biology today, and I'm teaching you how to dissect a frog." He explains instead.

"God, that's gross." Kurt complains, wrinkling and leaning towards Sebastian to look over at the frog, even though he doesn't move too much from the stool. "Can I dissect you instead?" He asks, lifting his gaze towards Sebastian and fidgeting with the lollipop into his fingers. "I'd make it slow and painful …"

Sebastian shakes his head, shivering in fear because Kurt looks fucking serious.

What if he wants to hurt him for real?

Would he do that?

Now Sebastian is pale with fear and it must be pretty evident. He can't even breathe or talk.

"Aw, Sebby, c'mon, I was just joking! That would be gross too." Kurt says, shaking his head and handing his lollipop to Sebastian. "Open that thing." He orders casually.

Damned joints, they just make his fingers hypersensitive.

Sebastian nods again and with no hesitation – he really doesn't want to fight Kurt on this – he takes the scalpel and traces mentally the line along which he is going to cut. He realizes that his hand is shaking because he can't trust Kurt and even less today, when is weirder than usual. Plus, feeling his ice eyes on his skin isn't making it any better.

He tries to calm his nerves and eventually manages to cut along the corp.

"You have to cut a line right here …" He explain, his voice shaking as much as his hand.

Kurt moves back a little, lifting from the stool and getting closer to him.

"Geek?" He calls him, leaning a hand to press the lollipop under Sebastian's chin, so that Sebastian is forced to look up into his eyes. "I meant you have to open this …" He whispers, his gaze into Sebastian's with no hesitations.

"O-okay …" Sebastian murmurs confused, sure about the fact that Kurt didn't even bother looking at the way he cut the frog.

He pulls his white gloves off to better work at the paper wrapped around the lollipop and after he failed a few times because of his nerves, he manages to undo it and give it back to Kurt.

"Can we just go back to the frog now?" He asks unsure, fixing his glasses that slid along the tip of his nose.

"Don't you like working on lollipops?" Kurt asks giggling and putting the sweet to his mouth, pressing his stool towards Sebastian's. It's probably due to weed, but he really wants to make Sebastian more interesting in his eyes.

"Of c-course, but we're not here for lollipops, are we?" Sebastian asks, bringing a new pair of gloves to put them on. "This is quite tough. You should pay attention. Can you do that, please? The sooner we're done, the better it is for both of us." He explains, not noticing how close they suddenly are.

Kurt bites his lower lip, starting to feel an awkward tension along his body at his sudden idea. He puts the lollipop out of his mouth and he leans it over Sebastian's closed lips, making him startle.

"Do you want it?" He asks allusive, his voice sounding hoarse.

Sebastian would want to nod, move back, do anything to deny Kurt this, but all he does instead is parting his lips and letting Kurt push the lollipop into his mouth, while they're staring into each other's eyes.

Kurt immediately smirks smugly and he presses the sweet into his mouth. Well, this is so much interesting than biology.

"Do you like it?" He asks lowly, spreading his legs a little to put himself at ease as he rolls the stick between his fingers so that the sweet moves into Sebastian's mouth.

"Hmm." Sebastian murmurs, blocking the lollipop with his tongue – surprising Kurt pleasantly – before he starts sucking it into his mouth to taste the sweet savor mixed with the one of Kurt's mouth which he can't identify yet.

Right now, Kurt doesn't really care about what's happening and the reasons why it is, he just puts a hand through Sebastian's hair at the base of his neck, stroking it sweetly as he keeps on moving the lollipop.

"You look so much better with your mouth full, you know?" He asks, giggling and making sure that his voice sounds a little despiteful. It's so weird that he has to force it though.

Sebastian's wet eyes turn darker just like Kurt's. His pale cheeks turn red, his hands start shaking on the desk.

All the sureness he suddenly had when starting to play this game with Kurt, suddenly disappears when he realizes Kurt's fingers are tenderly stroking his skin. The words he said sound like a sweet compliment in his ear, especially after all the insults Kurt put him through. He wonders how this is actually happening and why.

With a loud pop he lets the lollipop slide out of his warm mouth and stares at Kurt with his lips parted and colored in a slightly darker pink.

"K-Kurt …" He stutters, when Kurt is still brushing him, even now.

Clearly, this has a lot to do with Kurt's smoking hobby. It's not his fault that he becomes a little lovely lamb when he smokes. Also, he gets horny.

He strokes Sebastian with his fingers and he makes the stool slide along the floor until he manages to press his arching dick against Sebastian's thigh.

"Sebby." He replies ironically. "You don't look that bad today, you know?" He asks, brushing his cheek with the lollipop and leaving a sticky line of sweetness over his cheekbone.

Sebastian spreads his eyelids in shock and moans when he can clearly feel Kurt's hard dick against his leg, even through the clothes between them (well, he had hesitated for a few moments, because he wasn't sure about what it was).

With his lips still parted, he looks down to where their bodies are touching and he can feel his own cock straining between his legs.

It's happening again.

Kurt moves his fingers softly, brushing his hair like he wants to make Sebastian more at easy, like he wants him to get used to it because he wants more. He lowers the lollipop and leans over to pull out his tongue and lick along the sweet sticky line of candy along his face.

"Are you okay?" He asks, ironically, parroting Sebastian's previous question, while he looked down at the growing hardness into Sebastian's pants. "Do you want to touch me?"

And that's what gets things too far for Sebastian.

Like he has just been burnt – and well, his skin actually is on fire after Kurt's tongue licked it – he jumps off of the stool and steps back, as far as he can reach.

Kurt startles in surprise and looks at him confuse, while Sebastian turns around so that Kurt can't see his erection, because it feels freaking embarrassing.

"S-stop!" He says, his voice shaking. "What the hell is wrong with you today?" He asks Kurt as he wonders if this is actually happening.

Without ever turning to Kurt, who is sitting behind him and looking with an amused smile, Sebastian moves his hand hesitantly towards his hips, experimenting. He barely brushes his half-hard cock and he is already moaning, getting Kurt's attention.

Kurt stands up immediately and moves towards him to reach him. He puts his hands on Sebastian's shoulders, taking advantage of the hold to lean over and look at where Sebastian is covering himself without touching too much.

"You want me to help?" Kurt murmurs beside his ear, his hot smoky breath brushing on his skin.

"No!" Sebastian answers sure, standing still and not moving, not even to make Kurt pull his hands off his body. "Don't touch me, I-" He stops when he smells this awkward scent.

He turns his face slightly, so that he can see Kurt's face from over his shoulder.

"Is this weed?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"Hmm-hm." Kurt moves his lips along Sebastian's neck, without really touching his skin, just teasing, even if Sebastian seems too busy with the conversation. "You should try it, it would make you a little wilder …"

Sebastian closes his eyes and feels his skin getting awkwardly sensitive where Kurt is teasing it with his thin sticky lips. And once again, his dick throbs in his pants, so hard now that he can't hide it anymore.

"You should go home." He swallows. "We'll have this lesson another day …"

"Nooo." Kurt pleads in his ear, totally stoned, but also sounding ironical as he presses the tip of his nose into the crook of Sebastian's neck and looks down there where Sebastian is harder and harder. "It'll help with concentrating, I swear." He promises stupidly.

"Oh God, Kurt, how much did you smoke?" Sebastian asks, trying to ignore his hormones playing him trick. "This junk is just going to burn your brain," he tells him, finally finding the strength to move and turn around.

When he does though, he goes face to face with Kurt, who looks down between his legs where his straining dick is too evident now.

Kurt's eyes are now blown with excitement and they look down there. He subconsciously licks his lips, then lifting his gaze to look into Sebastian's eyes. His eyes are also a little dark for smoke maybe, Sebastian can see it.

"My brain isn't really that useful," She murmurs, looking down again and asking nonchalantly, "Can I sit on you?"

Sebastian follows his gaze and when he realizes the way his dick is pressing against his pants, he covers it with both hands. "I-I really think we should meet tomorrow, when you're s-sober." He stutters, feeling the need to just go.

It's already the second time Kurt makes him this hard and he now feels more intensely the need to get free of his problem. But he doesn't know how to do it. He never did that.

"I don't think that's true." Kurt says instead as he presses a finger on Sebastian's chest, making it slide along his torso in a way that should have been sexy but only seems clumsy with the smoke making him incapable of being actually aware of his movements. "I think you don't even know what to do with that dick." He whispers, brushing Sebastian's forehead with his own and looking into his eyes. "I mean, you have quite a cock, make a good use-"

"Can you stop thinking about my body for a moment? God, fucking around is all that matters to you, isn't it?" Sebastian growls, his face completely red. "This is … crazy!" He continues, surprising Kurt with how sure his voice sounds. "I'm not going to stay here if you won't just listen to me and learn."

Kurt leans towards him, putting his hands beside Sebastian's sides, around the stool, and looking into his eyes, immediately seeming colder and meaner.

"Don't you dare talking to me like this, Sebby …" He says lowly, "Do it again just once and I swear I might castrate the only interesting thing about you."

Sebastian is paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle. Kurt's lost behavior from smoke has gone to make space to his usual arrogant side. Almost completely.

He nods shyly and doesn't speak anymore. More than once he's been close to crossing the line; he can't risk and make Kurt mad at him … not when there are dangerous weapons on the table.

Kurt isn't sober and although Sebastian knows he probably wouldn't damage him normally, he isn't sure about what he might do like this.

For a moment he thinks about Santana. It's quite evident that Brittany and Kurt have smoked some weed and that's why they weren't around all morning. What if Santana is in the same situation?

He barely manages to wonder about how she might be doing, if Brittany was a little softer than Kurt, before Kurt is already speaking again.

"And then," He says calmly, like he hasn't just threatened Sebastian, "There's nothing wrong with making your body a little happier." He whispers, tightening his arms around Sebastian's thighs. "It's not only fucking to me, there are other things," he wrinkles his lips, "Smoke, alcohol," He starts listing.

Sebastian holds his breath, but it's hard to listen to his stupid list and ignoring the way they're touching, because it's only making him harder. Even though he has just been threatened, his dick stills think there's something interesting with this, because it's throbbing uncomfortably.

He should be scared – and he is partly – but his erection is still here, harder than ever.

"We have different prerogatives," he dares saying sarcastically, even if he doesn't look at Kurt.

"I guess so." Kurt says and maybe it's the first time he actually allows Sebastian to reply like that. "That's why I'm cool and you're just a loser," he clarifies immediately though, looking down at Sebastian's dick, "God, it must hurt so bad …"

"You're wrong, I'm fine!" Sebastian answers way too immediately. "Don't you have anything better to do today? Like, smoking some other weed?" He asks, almost pleading.

He doesn't know how to let go completely, doesn't know where to put his hands, but from the previous experience, he had learnt that freeing his erection from the tight material helps a little. The only thing he needs right now is to pull off his pants and sit down, but Kurt has no intention to let him go that easily.

"Do you want me to make it better?" He asks, ignoring Sebastian's insults for once – he has to fight the instinct to threaten him again, while he leans a hand to stroke his thigh lustfully. "Do you want me to unbutton your pants?"

Yes, please.

Sebastian has to bite his tongue to keep from pronouncing the words that would mean giving up completely to him.

"Get off me." It sounds like a plea.

He's just pathetic now. Pathetic is how he feels.

Kurt doesn't move back, not even a little. Then Sebastian wraps his long fingers around Kurt's wrist, without even moving it. Kurt looks down, awkwardly amazed at the way Sebastian's fingers manage to hold him easily. For a moment he feels the instinct to act violently, but eventually he just turns slowly towards him.

"I hope you're touching me because this is heading to more, Sebby." He bites his lower lip, "Because if you fight me like this, you might get hurt."

Sebastian swallows loudly, not for the threatening part – he's sadly getting used to it, but at the way Kurt's pale skin feels soft and amazing under his fingertips. Brushing it is almost pleasant and he would go on if it wasn't Kurt's skin.

"I thought you would hate a geek like me …" Kurt can notice a little of provocation into Sebastian's voice, "but you don't seem too bothered when it comes to … t-touching me …" He whispers eventually, looking down at where Kurt's hand is still pressed on his thigh.

"What are you implying?" Kurt asks, tightening his eyelids, wondering what Sebastian's words might mean. "Sebby, Sebby … I hope you're not implying that I like touching you." He murmurs, smirking meanly, "Because you know it could never be true, don't you?" He asks, a silent threat hidden in the words.

Sebastian nods, but he can't keep another provocation.

"Then why are you doing this?" He knows is taking a risk, especially because he's used to getting hurt, but if it's going to happen, he wants to have some dignity into it. Ash Ketchum had taught him that one should never give up, no matter how stronger than you the rival appears to be. "Why are you harassing me?" He asks again, biting his lower lip and waiting for the hit to come.

"Are you kidding me?" Kurt asks only though, lifting his eyebrows and biting in surprise. "Tell me, should I put my hands off of you?"

Sebastian bites his lower lip not to smile in satisfaction. It seems like he's found where he can strike. He has no idea if this is going to work, but Sebastian knows one thing for almost sure: he doesn't want Kurt's filthy hands to touch his innocent body.

"I can't really tell you what you can or can't do …" Sebastian says, shaking his head. "It's just that, I was wondering … what is everybody going to think about this, I mean … the cool Kurt Hummel raping the most nerdish student ever." His words seem to surprise Kurt. "This would do no good to your reputation."

Kurt stays still for a few moments, enchanted, with his eyelids heavy instinctively. It's probably because he smoked too much, but it seems like Sebastian is suggestive something for his good? Maybe he's just doing it because he needs it too. Of course.

"Since when have you cared about my reputation?" He asks smirking. "Believe me, if I bent you and fucked you now on this desk, your reputation would be so much better."

Sebastian blushes at the thought of their naked bodies on that desk, but he shakes his head to pull the image out of his mind.

"But it would kill yours." He corrects, after a moment of hesitation. "And what are you even trying to tell me, Kurt? That you like me? That I'm attractive? What?" He provokes, tightening his hands in fists like he can feel the pain of Kurt's probable reaction already.

He's challenging him openly and, even if he's afraid, he also feels sort of electrified inside, which is completely new to him.

Kurt is thoughtful though.

If he were sober, he would probably realize that he's more hesitating than usual. Instead he just thinks, evidently.

Does he like Sebastian?

Of course not.

That can't be possible. Sebastian is the nerdish underdog of the school, he's thin and tall and … okay. There's clearly something wrong with his thoughts right now, but maybe it's just smoke, and it has nothing to do with Sebastian. Right?

"Attractive?" He asks anyway, having to clear his throat a moment later because it came out too low and weak. "Seriously, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself for this, but do you actually realize you're wearing Ugly Betty glasses?"

Sebastian feels a little offended at the comparison. He knows he isn't handsome or attractive, but having to listen to it hurts; but he doesn't give up on his strategy anyway, because it's working. He doesn't know if Kurt is realizing that they're getting closer and closer as they talk. Maybe it's subconscious.

"And yet you're here … with me … brushing me like I'm the most beautiful thing that ever happened to you." He dares, not looking at him though.

Kurt seems a little stunned at the words, like he can't understand whether Sebastian is serious or not. He notices the little distance between them but, for now, he doesn't cut it like he would usually do.

"Are you s-serious?" He asks, tightening his eyelids through the smoke, and without realizing he had stuttered. His voice stills sound threatening.

"Am I wrong?" Sebastian asks though, pressing his hands on his thighs to dry the sweat collected between his palms for this tension. "It seems like ... everything you want is having my body. Isn't that weird? I mean, how come you're suddenly interested in what's in my pants?" He continues, feeling a little embarrassed at talking about himself like this.

Kurt blinks, trying to come out of this confusing situation. All of a sudden, his head seems too heavy and it's dangerously hanging without he realizes. He arches and eyebrow and shakes his head.

"No," He says to himself and partly to Sebastian while he looks up into his eyes. "It's just that the thing in your pants is more interesting than you and I have to find a way to survive this boring afternoon." He sounds cold and detached. "Now … don't ever think I could be attracted to you, okay? Ever again?"

Sebastian nods lively, preferring this cold tone in Kurt's voice, when he sounds like he wants to hit him and not like he wants to ravish him.

"Forgive me if I doubted that …" Sebastian says, always surer that his plan is working, "It's just that … no one ever touched me the way you did …"

"I didn't doubt it." Kurt answers immediately, not letting any emotion show in his voice. "Who would ever want to touch you, right?" He asks, but it sounds more like he is asking it to himself as he pulls away from Sebastian's body completely, still sitting on the stool though. "It's clear that no one wants you."

"But you do …" Sebastian answers, this time sounding so unsure that he looks away from Kurt.

Hummel stares for a moment, trying to wear a strong mask that can hide the confusion on his face. God, smoke hits him so bad. He needs some air to make it better, just now.

"Forget it." He murmurs eventually, making the stool slide on the floor so that it produces a horrible sound that forces Sebastian to wince for a moment. Kurt fixes his clothes clumsily like they're actually messy and he looks down at Sebastian. "I'm leaving." He takes a step back. "I'm tired of wasting my time here with a guy like you." He says, trying to make it sound as despiteful as he can.

And as soon as Kurt walks out of the room, after having stumbled a little, Sebastian sighs in relief.

He lets himself relax against the cold desk, pressing his cheek on the surface and shutting his eyes tightly. This days is coming to an end too and Sebastian feels a little proud that he challenged Kurt and made him doubt for once without having to come back with emotional scars and dirty clothes.

He has been just lucky maybe and probably, when Kurt is going to become sober again, he'll surely going to make Sebastian regret this.

Sebastian can only hope he is going to be lucky again tomorrow.

/

They stare at the two teachers before them for a moment: Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury are looking at them with questioning eyes, waiting for the conversation to actually begin. Right now, in this room, they both have the same thing in mind: the lesson was traumatic. The can still feel the effects of having touched so closely Brittany and Kurt and, the saddest thing, the way it turned them on.

"So …" Schuester begins, breathing in and trying to show a smile to the two students sitting before him. "How are things going?"

They both swallow, clearly already expecting the question; but still they don't have an answer.

They turn to look at each other, like they could ready the right answer into each other's eyes.

"Fine." They both answer after having nod at each other.

Judging from Will and Emma's gazes, they've lied worse than Homer Simpson when he swears he didn't eat any donuts or drink beer.

"Are you sure?" Will asks immediately, while Emma looks at him wincing, like she wants to suggest Will not to put too much pressure on them. "We totally realize that the task we gave you isn't the easiest," He crosses his arms to his chest, "Brittany and Kurt are trouble, so we're worried about you."

They both shiver with fear and – they're never going to admit it – excitement when they hear the names out loud. It makes them think of the lesson of a few hours before, still alive and perfect into their minds and mostly, all over theirs skins.

Santana can still feel the wetness between her legs.

Sebastian can feel something getting hard into his pants.

"It's all going amazingly, Mr. Schue." Santana lies, biting her lower lip.

"They didn't really, huh … give us too much trouble." Sebastian says at the same way.

The problem is that if they only dare to tell them the truth, even though there's a chance they might solve their problems, they also know there would be consequences with Kurt and Brittany; which means having to go through their revenges, even outside McKinley.

They both shiver at the thought too.

"So how is it going with the subjects too?" Mr. Schuester asks then like they can focus on that now that he's sure they're not in danger.

"You know that these students' education might depend on you, right?" Emma says, clearly worried about it. "They could fail this year and we don't want them to."

Sebastian and Santana shake their heads.

They have no idea how they're actually going to fill Kurt's and Brittany's mind with knowledge, to make them succeed, but they surely can't fail.

"Brittany is getting better." Santana answers, being careful about the lies she chooses to say. She hates lying; she has never even been good at it. "Well, she finds chemistry a little tough, she confuses reactions." Santana blushes at her own words, reminding exactly how Brittany had turned them into something dirty somehow.

Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury look at each other for a moment, like they're thinking if they believe it or not. Eventually, they seem to do so and turn to Sebastian.

"How is it going with Kurt?" Schuester asks. "I really don't get the kid; he is brilliant during my lessons – when he attends them of course and then he just … does those things …"

Sebastian fidgets with his fingers and looks down for a moment.

"I think Kurt is quite good with scientific subjects; he should just … try a little harder." He sighs. Captain America wouldn't be proud of him for this lie.

He's tented to tell the truth though, and Santana wants too; but they both miss the right dose of courage to do it.

"He seems to like biology. He has huh … he knows human body perfectly." He blushes at the touch of their bodies touching.

"Well, I thought this would have been worse." Schuester says, clapping his hands once. "A lot worse; instead, I can see that you're getting progresses even if slowly."

Once again, Sebastian and Santana nod.

Why the hell are they protecting them like this? They've got a chance to get them kicked them out of school, to fight their worst nightmares … and still, they're not doing that, they're lying to their teacher.

Suddenly though, Sebastian speaks.

"Mr. Schue … can I ask you something?" He asks unsure.

Mr. Schuester seems hesitating, already fearing that they're going to take their words back. Emma stiffens just like him.

"Of course, Sebastian." He replies eventually, trying to look calm. "Do so."

"I was wondering … I mean …" He clears his throat, like he is trying to make it sound as innocent as he can. "What if … they act badly on us?" Santana widens her eyes at the question coming out of her friend's mouth. "I mean … what would happen to Kurt and Brittany if - it's just an hypothesis of course – they hurt us?"

"Well, it is important that you're safe and no one ever even thinks of hurting you." Will answers, serious and direct. "So, if they did, there would surely be a disciplinary intervention and they could get expelled-" He suddenly stops and tightens his eyelids suspiciously towards both of them. "You aren't trying to tell us something, are you?"

"No, of course not!" Santana answers way too fast, stopping Sebastian before he could say anything. Sebastian looks at her confused. "We were just wondering," she continues, swallowing, "We wanted to be sure we're safe, that's it." Santana sighs.

Sebastian looks at her and shakes his head.

Santana is giving up, she's choosing for both of them for their good.

"Fine, guys." Mr. Schuester seems a little surer, but he still insists, "Because if something dangerous happens, if someone threatens you, you should come to us immediately so that we can take care of it."

Right now, Santana and Sebastian know they're safe, but as soon as they'll be out of this office, what's going to happen to them? Who is going to protect them from Kurt and Brittany?

No one.

They're alone.

They can't risk more than they already do every day.

If justice exists, sooner or later, Kurt and Brittany are going to pay for what they're doing.

And well, destiny actually already has plans for them …