The Stranger's Son
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…Chapter Eight… Rumor Has It
Blaine hated Wednesdays. They weren't quite Mondays where he was still riding off the high of the weekend just days before or quite like Fridays where he was getting ready to ride off the high of the weekend to come. They were smack bang in the middle and ironically he supposed that's how he felt at the moment. Stuck in the middle. It was almost accurate enough to say that today he felt like a Wednesday.
"Blaine, are you even listening to me?" Sebastian asked. He had been going on and on about – something – but Blaine was too busy still thinking of Wednesdays and how much he hated them even more today - because he didn't have French on Wednesdays.
Sebastian was starting to get annoyed. "Look, I'm only trying to help you. May I remind you that you're the one who came to me asking for help and if you only just heard me out you'd have Kurt in no time."
At the mention of Kurt's name, Blaine was suddenly switched on again. "Oh, is that what you were going on about? About that – the plan is off. I'm no longer interested in getting revenge anymore."
Sebastian suddenly become very still. He didn't know why it was such a blow to him to hear Blaine say that but the words came out before he really thought about what he was going to say. "So you don't want to sleep with me anymore?"
"What?" Blaine asked, obviously annoyed with the question, "That's what your concern is? You're not even going to ask me why?"
Sebastian sighed, realizing he had approached this the wrong way. But he was so uncharacteristically upset with himself now. When he spoke his voice was almost broken. "Okay. Fine. I'm sorry. Why?"
And Blaine meant to tell him. Blaine meant to tell him all about last night and how he and Kurt had decided that since they were both undeniably attracted to each other that they were going to try but… they had both promised that they would keep that between them so instead Blaine said, "Alex became friends with Kurt's dad."
And then, just like that, the conversation was dropped. And really, it shouldn't have mattered to Sebastian that Blaine was no longer interested with his initial proposal. If all Sebastian was after was sex and collecting v-cards there were plenty boys here at Dalton ready to hand over theirs to him. But ever since Blaine had come to Sebastian with his idea, an unexplainable need had consumed him, (something he liked to better think of as a weak crush of sorts), and he hadn't been able to get the idea of sleeping with Blaine out of his head. He was certainly angry with himself for it; it was his golden rule of survival to 'fuck and forget,' but he hadn't even got to second base with Blaine yet and the thought was the very reason he caught himself foolishly staring at him so attentively in their AP English class now.
Blaine, of course, was clueless, only taking any notice of Sebastian when he needed to borrow a pen.
It was on their way to their next period that Sebastian felt the need to speak to Blaine again. "Hey, can I ask you something? We're friends, right?"
"Unfortunately…" Blaine mumbled almost immediately—but then he smiled. "Why the sudden need to ask?"
Sebastian quickly made himself appear distracted so Blaine wouldn't notice how weak he must've looked. "Hypothetically speaking, you would date me right?"
He didn't expect Blaine to answer the question so fast but his answer came within seconds and he was practically laughing at him. "You can't be serious, right? Hypothetically or not, I'm not that stupid. You? Really? Your middle name is 'Heartbreaker.' You don't do the whole boyfriend thing. You use guys for sex, and you don't care who you hurt along the way, including those brave enough to admit that they care about you. So don't forgive me when I say no, I would never date you. And as your friend, I have the heads up to know exactly what kind of boyfriend you'd be and there's no way I'm willing to risk such a messy relationship."
Blaine ended his monologue laughing and Sebastian joined him; it was his way of mentally throwing up walls to not give in to how hurt he really was. "Okay then – so what kind of guy would you date?"
"Why do you even care?" Blaine retorted still laughing but there was only a slight pause before he was able to answer, "I'd date someone who I knew really cared about me. I'd date someone who believed in love. He'd also have to really be into music and have a good heart and want to protect mine too. You know, a guy who exerts passion and confidence with every step he takes. Someone with a bit of sass but no one too arrogant and I wouldn't even mind if he was a bit emotional because it'd prove the underlying fact, that we are after all just human."
Blaine shrugged and stared off into the distance but quickly dropped his look to the floor when he noticed Sebastian was looking at him with his eyebrows raised. Because when Blaine had been describing his ideal man he had been looking right at their French teacher standing at the end of the hall when he had said it.
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Throughout the rest of the day, Sebastian kept an eye on Blaine. He didn't appear to be any different than he was any other day but there was something new about him that he just couldn't pinpoint.
His hair was styled the same way (with precisely the exact amount of gel that he had in it yesterday), his uniform was crisp and neat as always and he was still carrying the same Prada satchel he had since freshman year, pink Ray Bans poking out of the end pocket. But there was definitely something different. It was the way he looked; the way he carried his smile. He had an odd glow about him—like he was happier with himself. Of course, Sebastian didn't know what it was because he had never been lucky enough to experience it himself.
Unknown to Sebastian, Blaine was smitten.
And then it was time for remedial French to start. Sebastian and Blaine aside, there were more than a few students who had shown up. Most of them were just eager for extra credit as that was the only way their parents would continue to give into them. It also proved that Kurt had been right to ask for Sebastian's help. He quickly started class by pairing the freshmans with Sebastian allowing him able to give his undivided attention to the rest of the class – and to Blaine.
As he walked by his desk, Kurt peered over at Blaine's work.
"Très bien, Monsieur Anderson! Vous avez amélioré!"
("Very good, Mr. Anderson. You've improved!")
Blaine looked up at his teacher. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Sebastian distracted by the freshmans which was excellent because even though he planned to whisper now, he didn't want Sebastian listening in.
"Mesdevoirsa encore besoind'aide.Offrez-vous descours particuliers?"
("My homework still needs some help. Do you offer private tutoring?")
Kurt smiled, "C'est une merveilleuse idée! ("That's a wonderful idea!") His accent was incredible – and sexy. "Ma maisonest disponibleaprès l'école." ("My place is free after school.")
Kurt briefly placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder as he moved passed to tend to some juniors. Blaine turned to watch him walk away for a second but a second was all it took for Sebastian to notice – and grow suspicious.
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After helping Kurt collect all the papers they had worked through in the lesson, Kurt wasn't sure why Sebastian was still standing in front of his desk, looking at him curiously.
"You're free to go Monsieur Smythe," Kurt told him waving a hand absentmindedly, "I've already held you back from your Warblers rehearsal long enough. I won't have another remedial class till Friday but if you could come see me after our senior French period tomorrow I can give you a heads up on the weekend work I plan to assign to the boys."
Sebastian didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't even move at all. He just stood there, arms crossed, with a stupid grin on his face.
"Is there something you needed?" Kurt asked, a little annoyed, "I don't have pen on my face, do I?"
"You like Blaine," Sebastian said simply.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You like Blaine. And if I'm not mistaken – Blaine likes you too."
"Listen…" Kurt began, shaking his head, "I can understand how the rumors associated with Mademoiselle Rousseau would cause you to falsely predict another teacher-student involvement but this time you're way off."
Sebastian didn't agree and he made it a point to make sure Kurt knew that. "No, Mr. Hummel, you listen. Giselle was a sex-starved slut who got what was coming for her. She flirted with everyone, even me. The school board was right to investigate. However what you're doing with Blaine is worse. Trust me, I've been with enough boys to know what's going between you two, so even if the rest of the school doesn't catch onto your secret rendezvous you can't keep it secret from me. But look, I don't have anything against you. I think you're a great teacher. I just don't want you to… lose your job." And I like Blaine. Sebastian thought to himself. I really like Blaine.
Kurt moved his arms across his chest in an almost protective like stance though the look on his face told a different story. "I don't care if she no longer works here, you have no right to call any teacher, past or present by that name! And not that it's any of your business, but if I appear to be more comfortable with Mr. Anderson, it's only because I recently became involved with his father just before I commenced employment here!" Kurt was lying, of course, but the shocked look on Sebastian's face was worth it.
Take that! Kurt thought, and of course you'd recognize a sex-starved slut when you saw one since you're one yourself!
Sebastian started to put two and two together. "So that's who Blaine meant when he said he wanted to get revenge on you for hurting someone he knew… oh wait, I'm sorry, did I let that slip?"
He didn't look very sorry at all but Kurt was prepared, "It's a matter we've already discussed so despite what you think, you have nothing on me. Now don't you have somewhere you need to be?"
There was no chance for Sebastian to answer though because Kurt's phone suddenly began to ring. And when Kurt looked down at the familiar caller ID, he suddenly felt sick, because the person calling did have something on him…
Kurt blinked himself back to reality. "I have to take this," he said quickly ushering Sebastian out of the room. And you, y-you need to leave!"
He almost pushed Sebastian out and locked the door behind him. Confused and a little insulted, Sebastian dusted off his blazer and headed for Warbler practice.
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When Blaine joined glee rehearsal that afternoon, the silence in the Warbler's practice room was deafening. "Hey guys, what's going on?" he asked cheerfully.
"Oh, you know," Jeff said pretending to be very interested in the carpet, "We were just talking about Harry Potter."
"Oh my God, I love Harry Potter!" Blaine said enthusiastically moving forward quickly to join them. "Is it me or is it not obvious that there was something between Dumbledore and Grindewald?"
Nick looked very awkward. Blaine could tell because Nick was doing that thing with his hair that he only did when he was nervous. "Uh, actually, we were talking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"That's right," quipped Trent. Even though he looked like Neville, he was a lot sassier. "We were commenting about how the position was cursed; how every year they got a new teacher. Kinda like the position our French class is in. Maybe the French job here at Dalton is cursed too. Oh wow, Dalton is practically Hogwarts!"
Blaine was instantly confused, "I'm sorry – did I miss something?"
Jeff actually laughed, "Well, it's just first Rousseau was rumored to be messing around with someone and now Hummel is following in her footsteps. I wonder how long it'll take the board to get a clue this time."
Blaine, who had been trying to decipher what Jeff found so interesting about the carpet, finally gave up. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Stop playing so innocent, Blaine!" Jeff spat, "Give it up! You know the rumors are about you."
"What rumors? You mean me and—Monsieur Hummel? I don't even have any idea what is going on! And if you really do believe it then—then they're about as true as the rumors about you and Nick!"
"Jeff has a girlfriend?" Nick said out loud but everyone was so intrigued in the conversation between Blaine and Jeff that not even Wes had even bothered to use his gavel. At that moment, Sebastian made his grand entrance into the room. "Hey Warblers, what's cracking?"
David caught him up, "Well rumor has it Blaine and Monsieur Hummel are… well, that they're doing it."
"I protest!" Blaine said out loud and confident, but inside his heard was racing. He hadn't even known Kurt for a week and already this was happening? He had to say something to throw them off and he needed to come up with something fast. "Not that it's any one of yours business but I'm still a virgin!" Then, in an act of desperate measure, he slung his arm around Sebastian's waist, "And we wanted to keep this news secret until after sectionals but Sebastian and I are dating!"
Sebastian felt his body tingle all over at Blaine's touch. Of course, he needed to add his two cents. "And Monsieur Hummel is dating Blaine's dad so stop grossing my… my b-boyfriend out!"
Blaine, who thought Sebastian was just playing along, simply nodded.
Now that things seemed to have some order to them, Wes' gavel finally reached its podium. "Order, Warblers, order! I hope now that everyone has learnt that it never pays well to listen to rumors, we're all going to listen to, and rehearse, a number from Fleetwood Mac's Rumors album. From the top, Warblers!"
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"I have something to tell you!"
Blaine and Kurt couldn't help but laugh at each other—they had only said exactly the same thing to each other at exactly the same time.
"You go first!"
More laughter. "Oops, we—did it a-gain!" Blaine sang jokingly. "No really, you go first."
"Okay," Kurt gave in, still smiling, "I sort of told Sebastian I was going out with your Dad."
"So that explains Warblers practice…" Blaine muttered, "Okay my turn. I sorta told the Warblers I was going out with Sebastian."
Kurt actually giggled. A cute giggle in which he covered his mouth with the palm of his hand and looked so sexy Blaine felt his pants grow a little tighter. "Let me guess," Kurt continued, "They heard rumors that we were an item?"
Blaine nodded, "Unfortunately. Which means—I'm going to have to keep up this façade that I'm with Sebastian for a while. Or at least for the three months that you're still teaching at Dalton."
Kurt sighed, "Well then, I might as well date your father."
"Hey!" Blaine protested, "Don't even go there!"
Kurt pouted, "Oh I went there! You get to pretend date Sebastian and I don't get to pretend date anyone? You play a hard game, Mr. Anderson but you'll soon learn that I don't play fair."
Blaine smiled, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's, "Speaking of hard…"
Kurt's apartment was immaculate; he had no need to worry about tidying up for Blaine before he had got here as the place had been spotless. Sure, there were definitely things to tidy up now considering they had knocked down several items, including a potted plant, to get to where they were, comfortable on the sofa, their mouths practically glued together since their first feverish bout of kissing several moments ago.
Kurt very much liked that Blaine was on top of him right now. Despite not having discussed it, they knew that Kurt was more experienced, especially given the circumstances in which they had met. With Blaine on top of Kurt, it gave the younger boy control and Kurt was more than happy to let him take over. Blaine's Dalton tie was lost somewhere on the floor now, his shirt lazily tucked out of his school pants and his belt just begging to be thrown away. Kurt played with the buckle teasingly but Blaine just grinned as he grinded into Kurt causing the boy underneath him to throw his head back exposing the skin of his neck that Blaine liked to play with so much.
"You were saying something about not playing fair?" Blaine reminded him questioningly, "Well you'll soon learn that I don't play by the rules either."
He leaned closer, appearing as if he wanted to kiss Kurt again, but just as the space between their lips was about to be closed, Blaine moved his mouth to Kurt's neck and began sucking hard, biting very lightly, and sucking and licking Kurt's delicate skin. Kurt was making nonsensical sounds beneath him that sounded like a small kitten. "B-Blaine!" he managed to say at last, but Blaine hushed him covering his mouth with his hand as he continued to suck Kurt's neck.
"I remember the first time I danced with you," Blaine whispered practically growling into Kurt's ear. "You were so goddamn sexy; I wanted to fuck you right on the dance floor. No guy had ever turned me on so much as you did which you got a good sense of when my cock was pressed up against your ass."
Kurt let out a moan, an irresistible senseless sexy sigh and for a split second Blaine lost the control he seemed to have and Kurt used that to his advantage as he gained it; he didn't wait, he started sucking on Blaine's fingers. Blaine was speechless as he watched the hungry way Kurt worked his tongue all over five of them. He quickly swallowed, losing control over the pitch of his voice. "D-did you want to t-take this somewhere more c-comfortable?" he suggested, too deep in pleasure to even open his eyes as he said it.
Once again, Kurt didn't hesitate. "My. Room. Now."
Blaine didn't need telling twice. He practically jumped off Kurt removing his socks and throwing off his shirt as he raced for his room. As Kurt got up, rather unsteadily, to join him, he felt his cell vibrate in his pocket. He whipped it out quickly to read the text.
"Hope you like your room. I did a little… redecorating."
"SHIT!" Kurt cursed out loud, "Blaine! Don't go in my—"
"What the fuck-?" He heard Blaine say loudly enough for Kurt to hear and Kurt swore again. He ran over to where Blaine was and literally threw open the door to his room.
He gasped.
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