Sebastian unlocked his dorm room door and opened it to find Jeff and Nick sitting on his bed. He leaned back out to make sure he was in the right room, despite having a key to the very room in question, and he popped back inside once the verification was made.

"Breaking and entering gentlemen?"

"Oh, shut up and get in here," Nick whispered and waved frantically.

Jeff was now bouncing on the balls of his feet and gesturing wildly.

"Did you two have sugar and caffeine at the same time again?" Sebastian tossed his keys onto his desk and toed off his shoes at the foot of his bed.

"Details, dude," Nick demanded and sat down at the foot of Sebastian's bed.

"Do I even want to know how you got in here?" Sebastian smirked and shrugged off his jacket, before hanging it in his closet. "And why the hell did you lock the door behind you?"

"Stop evading," Jeff replied.

"I'm not evading," Sebastian glanced back at him as he crossed the room. "I'm questioning the perpetrators who broke into my room."

Nick snorted, "Just be glad we're not Trent and Thad."

That was not an answer for why they'd locked themselves in his room. His guess would be that it involved fucking, but that's just the way Sebastian's thoughts ran normally.

Sebastian grimaced, "Good point. Why aren't you two in bed? Sleeping I mean," he smirked. "And why lock yourselves in my room without me? I'm offended you didn't ask me to join."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff fidgeted.

Sebastian smirked. "Hide it from the rest of the group all you want. But I know what's going on."

"Aaaaand moving on," Nick interrupted and clapped his hands together. "Alex let us in when he left. He's spending the night with Miranda tonight."

Sebastian nodded. He'd asked for a private room, but his father had decided that he needed to learn to play well with others. So he was forced into having a roommate, but at least this one spent nearly as much time out of the room as Sebastian did.

"Okay," Sebastian yawned. "Well, I guess you guys can go now."

They weren't going anywhere, and he knew that. But it was fun playing with them. They were relentless when they got nosy, but Sebastian had been on the receiving end of their curiosity many times. He knew how to work around it.

He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled down to Kurt's name. He'd asked for Sebastian to text when he arrived.

From Sebastian: Hey Firebird. I'm safe at Dalton. Inquisition begins again.

He'd put the phone down onto the table when it buzzed with the return message.

From Kurt: Dear Jeff and Nick. Stop being nosy. Love, Kurt.

From Sebastian: I'll pass the message on. Good night.

"Kurt says to stop being nosy." Sebastian put the phone down and turned to Jeff and Nick. "What?"

"What the hell is going on with Kurt and Blaine?" Jeff demanded.

"I told you. Blaine cheated on him with David Karofsky. And that's not all he's done. Why didn't anybody tell me he was a fucking idiot?"

"Would you have listened?" Nick challenged.

"Good point," Sebastian nodded. "Nevermind. Now explain your comment from this afternoon. I asked Kurt if he knew what you meant by that, and he said no."

"Do you know about Blaine and the Great Gap Mistake?" Nick asked quietly, and Sebastian nodded.

"Well, we were there the first day that whole spectacle started. Jeff and I both saw that the GAP guy couldn't take his eyes off Kurt. It was blatant. I mean even Wes noticed, and he was clueless most of the time. The guy kept coming closer to Kurt, like he wanted to talk to him, but then Blaine kept shooting the guy these looks, and he'd back off a little. Then Kurt would be off in the store by himself again, and the dude would try again. Jeff and I were watching Blaine the whole time because he looked pissed."

"Really?" Sebastian lay down on his bed and crossed his arms behind his head.

It sounded like Kurt had played down the guy's interest some in his version of the story. Or Kurt just hadn't seen exactly how interested the guy had been.

"I was about to suggest we get Blaine out of there so the guy could go up to Kurt without causing an incident, but then Kurt decided we were done in there. And we left," Jeff added.

"Then a few days later, Blaine comes in and says he's got a coffee date with that cute guy from the GAP. I asked who he was talking about, and he described that guy perfectly. I asked him about it, and I pointed out that the guy seemed interested in Kurt. All he said was "Yeah, I know," and walked off."

"Sounds like he was proud of it," Sebastian frowned. And it sounded a lot more like Blaine knew exactly what he was doing the whole time. As opposed to being oblivious about how his actions looked to Kurt.

"But why weren't you surprised he cheated? I was. I'll admit that." Sebastian asked.

"Well, because he flirts so much, especially when Kurt's not around. I'm kind of surprised he held out against you for as long as he did. But I've never seen him so actively go after someone like he did the GAP guy. He seemed pissed that the guy was interested in Kurt. I thought at first it was because he wanted Kurt, and he wanted the guy to back off. But then he turned it all around and went after the guy for himself," Nick replied.

"I asked Kurt about it later, after we sang to that guy and got him fired. But Kurt said he'd noticed the guy staring at him, but he didn't think the guy was his type so he wasn't all that attracted," Jeff added.

"Same thing he told me. But get this. Blaine does it a lot. Apparently, he flirts with anybody who shows an interest in Kurt. So Kurt and I came to an agreement," Sebastian winked.

"Fuck, Sebastian," Nick stood up. "You're playing Kurt."

"No, I'm not. If anything, I'll be playing Blaine. Kurt's the one who came up with the idea. He suggested that I flirt with him to get Blaine interested in me. I'm not doing anything Kurt hasn't already agreed to."

Well, except the flirting for real even when Blaine wasn't around.

Which was confusing as shit, because, regardless of sexy sounds made while devouring chocolate, Kurt Hummel wasn't someone Sebastian was attracted to normally. No matter how good he sang. Or the moans. No matter what he wore. Or the stupid moans.

And those stupid fucking moans when he ate chocolate needed to be stopped before they thought about going out again. Because fucking hell. There will need to be a no dessert rule.

"Are you going to go after Kurt for real too?" Jeff asked quietly. "I can't see you, you know, dating him without that."

"You mean sex, Jeff? You can't even say it? I'm not going to hurt him, if that's what you want to know. Well, not intentionally, but you know I can't control my mouth sometimes."

"Tell me about it," Nick muttered, which earned him a stern glare from Jeff. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

"Oh really?" Jeff crossed his arms over his chest and turned to Nick.

"I meant I was agreeing with him about whatever he meant by the statement," Nick defended and gestured to Sebastian.

"Which could have been what I can do with my mouth, though," Sebastian supplied helpfully, as he watched Jeff turn on Nick even more.

"So how the hell do you know what he can do with his mouth?" Jeff demanded.

"I never said I did! He never said I did! I swear, Jeff!" Nick babbled. "Sebastian! Fix this!"

Jeff stalked out of the room, and Sebastian burst out laughing. "Go grovel. I'll fix it tomorrow. I'm really tired."

"Why are you so tired?" Nick glared.

"Why is that your business?" Sebastian stared up at him from the bed.

"Did you and Kurt?" Nick asked quietly.

"Not that you have any right to ask, but no, we didn't," Sebastian glared. "Get out and go make up with your boyfriend."

Nick threw another glare at him before he left to find Jeff.

Sebastian got up to finish getting ready for bed, and he stopped by the desk and picked up his phone. There was another message from Kurt that his phone hadn't alerted him about.

From Kurt: Good night Sebastian. Thank you for tonight, and don't be too hard on them.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

"So, how was the date?" Sam smirked from the doorway to Kurt's room.

Kurt had just sent off the text telling Sebastian good night, and he dropped the phone on the bed. This Sebastian thing was going to be a problem. Because once he'd stopped being such an ass to Kurt weeks ago, Kurt had started to appreciate his sense of humor. And Kurt had never denied that he was sexy.

But not once had he ever considered the idea that he'd actually like Sebastian's change in personality. And that scared him a little. He was a strong person on his own, and he knew it. But there was something about Sebastian that made him want to not be the strong one in a relationship.

Not that they had a relationship. But still. That wasn't the point.

"It was pretty good. I guess Santana texted you about it huh? Were you with Cedes?" Kurt patted the bed and Sam sat down on the edge of it.

"Yes, she's kind of pissed at you for not telling her, but I think I calmed her down by the time I left."

"Don't tell me how," Kurt snorted.

"So what's going on? The real story," Sam asked quietly.

"Well, you know how Blaine is right? Sebastian and I got to talking one day about it, and I mentioned that all he would have had to do to get Blaine was to flirt with me. And then this whole idea snowballed out of control," Kurt shrugged and yawned.

"Can you handle it?"

"Not sure. I've handled worse situations before, but Sebastian is a whole different level of intensity for me. In the same conversation, he sounds like he's only in this to finally get Blaine, but then he'll say something that makes me think he actually wants me. But that's crazy," Kurt brushed that idea aside.

"Why is it crazy? He'd be lucky to have you, in my opinion," Sam smiled.

"See. Cloning needed. Make this happen, Sam," Kurt waved dramatically. "Make it work."

"Okay, Tim Gunn, I'll get right on that."

"See. Shit like that is why you can't escape the gay rumors, my dear." Kurt smirked and got up off the bed.

"Shit like what?" Sam laughed.

"The fact that you know what Tim Gunn says."

"You make me watch the show with you," Sam defended with amusement.

"Irrelevant, Sam. Totally irrelevant." Kurt waved Sam's reasoning away as he entered his bathroom.

"If you say so," Sam snorted. "You realize Rachel is going to kill you for this?"

"Yeah, she will. At least she'll be on my side over Blaine cheating. I hope," Kurt called from the bathroom.

"She will. You're her favorite gay guy."

"But if she sides with me, they can't make sweet music together anymore," Kurt replied.

"She'll get over it. This betrayal, I'm not sure about. You're flirting with the competition," Sam said with mock seriousness.

"You should talk, Mr. Blows Kisses to rival all male show choirs during competitions. Wait. Now that I think about it," Kurt poked his head out of the bathroom to smirk at him, "you did that while Sebastian was singing. Is there something I should know?"

Sam held up both hands in defeat, "I was overcome by emotion. That's all. No repressed gay desires, I swear."

"Yeah. Okay. Well, keep it that way. That's my Sebastian you were blowing kisses at," Kurt winked and put his hands on his hips. "Plus, if you're going to have any repressed gay desires, they'd better be for me."

"Your Sebastian huh?" Sam smiled. "And I vow to you. If my desires ever become gay and unrepressed, you'll be the first to know."

Kurt smiled at him and waved him out of the room. "Now, we're talking."

"Night Kurt. I'll see you in the morning," Sam winked.

"Night Sam," Kurt smiled and watched as he left the room.

He hoped Sam would keep his mouth shut about that 'my Sebastian' comment, because that could really backfire on him if it ever got back to Sebastian.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Dave dropped onto his bed with a sigh.

The date had gone okay. It wasn't anything life-changing, but how could it have been? He'd spend most of his time with his thoughts trained on somebody sitting tables away with Sebastian Smythe.

Chandler had been nice. With his confidence, he'd expected Chandler to be a jock version of Sebastian.

But he hadn't been at all. Chandler was cute and he was definitely nicely built. He was more muscular than Kurt, but not quite as much as Dave. He was built kind of like Evans, whose ass got him in trouble with Santana. He even had brown hair, and nice eyes, even if Dave couldn't remember what color they were.

He seemed fine. He didn't talk down to Brittany, which earned him points with both Dave and Santana. He'd been kind to her, even after hearing some of the crazy things that came out of her mouth at dinner. Like when she said that about rescuing dolphins that were trapped in spider webs. Chandler had trouble processing the image of a dolphin wrapped in a spider's cocoon, but he hadn't said anything mean to Brittany. Nobody sitting at the table bothered to explain the dolphin thing to Chandler anyway.

Shit. If anybody needed rescuing, it was Dave, from the clutches of Kurt Hummel.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with Chandler at all. Except for the annoying little fact that he wasn't Fancy.

Fuck. He was never going to get past this if he didn't at least try to date other guys. Maybe Chandler just wasn't his type. After all, he was nothing like Fancy. Maybe what he needed was to date guys who were like Fancy.

Thin. Prissy. Annoying as fuck. Sexy as hell.

Stop right there. That was not helping.

Santana had kicked him during dinner when his eyes found Kurt's table again. For like the fiftieth fucking time all night. He would definitely need to make sure that any other dates were somewhere Kurt Hummel would not be.

Sebastian had obviously made up his mind about going after Kurt. That little display at the table had been for Dave and not Brittany. He wanted everybody to know that he was the one with Kurt tonight and not Dave. Like Dave didn't already know. Like Dave wasn't already kicking himself for that decision.

All because Dave couldn't keep his fucking cock in his pants.

And because of Blaine fucking Anderson. The two guys at McKinley who were supposed to love Kurt the most were the ones that had cheated behind his back.

If Blaine had just gone after someone else, finally given in to his warped need to be better than Kurt with anybody else but Dave, then Dave might have a chance with Fancy right now.

But Blaine had climbed all over him, begging for Dave to fuck him, promising that his constant thoughts of Fancy would go away if he just got laid. Maybe he'd chosen Dave for a reason.

Maybe he'd done all that to make sure that if Kurt ever did leave him, Dave wouldn't be the one that he ran to for comfort. Because this way, Dave had betrayed him just as much as Blaine had, and there would be no way Kurt could forgive either one of them for this.

Sure, Dave got to keep Kurt's friendship, but it would probably never go beyond that because Fancy would always wonder. Maybe always blame him for the end of his relationship with Blaine.

And that fucking sucked.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Blaine was slowly losing his mind. Maybe not even slowly. Maybe he'd already lost it, and he was just realizing for the first time. But whatever was going on with him, he knew that Kurt was the only person in his life that could help him through it.

He had a theory about why he'd slept with David, but it was an unsatisfying one. And one he didn't plan to dwell on. What he planned to dwell on was getting Kurt back. He would not even attempt to accept a world where Kurt didn't love him anymore.

That idea was unacceptable.

Kurt was his soul mate, and Blaine would do anything he needed to in order to get him back.

Kurt loved him. Yes, he got tired of Blaine's bullshit. He got irritated when Blaine got needy and starting flirting with other guys. But he'd always been there for Blaine, making sure that he didn't do anything stupid.

He couldn't just take that away from Blaine. Not now. They'd been together for too long for Kurt to just rip that away from him.

Blaine would make it up to him. He'd figure out a way to woo him again. Kurt loved being romanced, and even though Blaine wasn't always great at it, he knew he could win him back.

Blaine threw himself backwards onto his bed and groaned.

Why did he always have to be such a fuck-up?

And the one person he could always go to when he fucked-up was the very person he couldn't call. Because his calls weren't welcome anymore.

There was at least one other person who knew exactly how he felt at this moment.

From Blaine: Dave, I'm sorry. I'm such a fuck up. I screwed all three of us, didn't I?

He didn't really expect an answer, so he threw his phone on the bed and went downstairs to get something to eat. He wasn't hungry, but he needed to eat. He scrounged around and made a sandwich, grabbed a soda, and headed back upstairs.

He picked up his phone again, more out of habit than out of a sense that Dave had answered him. But he had, and Blaine opened the message.

From Dave: Yeah, Blaine, you did. But so did I.

And it was true. Blaine had brought it on both of them, but Dave had been just as willing to sleep with him. And now, neither one of them had Kurt.

He couldn't figure out which one of them was in the worse situation.

Dave had never truly had Kurt, not the way he'd wanted to. Blaine had had Kurt's love once, but had thrown it away. And together, they'd managed to hurt Kurt more than anyone had in the past three years.

Neither one of them got to win this time.