Chapter 10

Sebastian was bored. Sure he was currently making out with a good looking guy that was eager to let him shove his tongue down his throat but… it was boring. My god, the whole session was a dull as one of Thad's any passionate speeches about the importance of golf to today's society. He wanted to feel passion, he wanted to have his whole body burning with the need to further explore his willing partner, but… it wasn't like that. The only thing his body was feeling besides boredom was the need to run away.

He knew that some boys his age weren't as experienced as him at this whole sex thing, but by know he thought that they at least kissed once in their life. My god, some of these American families loved kissing each other on the lips all the time, and yet he managed to find the one boy who couldn't kiss worth a damn.

For the last couple of weeks he hadn't had any alone time with Henri. He was in bed before the designer made it back to the room and he was awake and gone before Henri even deigned to grace the halls of Dalton with his semi-awake presence. They didn't share any classes and when he did spy the model, the boy was so distracted by everything but him that he had steadily grown frustrated at the situation.

The carnal need inside was growing more and more urgent every day that he couldn't properly lay his hands on his roommate, and at one point he considered going to Scandals and finding a twink just so he could get some relief. But then the thought of Scandals had killed at growing desire because that place was disgusting and the mere mention of it had him going to the nurses office for an STI check.

The entire thing led to him sneaking behind a building after a lacrosse game to make out with one of the guys from the opposing team. The guy had been making eyes at him all game and let his performance suffer. Normally Sebastian would find the situation hilarious but when it came to lacrosse he preferred his rivals to actually be engaged in the game. He liked winning because his skill and talent was superior to others, not because his opponent couldn't run with an erection.

Considering he was more annoyed with the boy than attracted him before they started kissing, it should have been a sign that engaging in any extracurricular activity was only going to lead to disappointment. The only thing his current partner was doing for him, was giving him a shower with the amount of saliva dripping from the other's slack and unparticipating mouth. Honestly, was it so hard to just move your lips a little so Sebastian didn't have to feel like he was the only one that wanted this? Well, he didn't really want this.

He wanted a hot short French boy whose delicious ass just made him wanted to spend all day squeezing it. Honestly, how may squats did Henri do to achieve such a fine piece of art on his backside? Whenever he saw the boy between classes, he wanted to walk over and grab it and hold on until he was physically removed from Beaumont's presence. Just thinking about it had him yearning to go back to Dalton and just steal the model away.

Finally throwing in the towel, Sebastian pushed away from the boy and stepped back.

"What's wrong?" The boy asked.

Sebastian sneered at him. "What's wrong is that I have the Mississippi River running down my chest because you drool more than a bulldog eyeing a steak. I get that I am hot and you are extremely lucky to be even touching me, but tone it down buddy. If I wanted a shower, I would enjoy the facilities provided to me by your school, and not walk around smelling like the hot dog water pouring out of your mouth. It is such a turn off, that I can feel my penis running away to hide inside my body and giving me a vagina. My nipples are starting to lactate hoping that a sudden attack of breast milk will scare you away so that I don't have to suffer such poor technique. Don't you have a pillow or a bi-curious friend willing to help you learn to kiss? Honestly, kissing a dead fish would be better not only because it would be less wet, but it would probably participate more that you did."

He knew he was being cruel, that was just a part of who he was, but he didn't get any tension relief like he hoped and now he was taking out all his frustration on the idiot in front of him. Knowing he shouldn't say anything more for fear the boy would descend into a fit of suicidal depression, Sebastian took another step back.

"Look, you're hot. You got a nice ass, and I'm sure that if you lift your shirt and show off your abs, you would have a line of guys on their knees ready to suck you off but dude, see a doctor. There has to be a medical reason for all the drool. Get it checked out. Also, fucking move. The other guy doesn't want to do all the work. If we did, we would be kissing girls. Move, explore, do anything but stand there with your mouth open." There, that was his public service for the month. He helped the kid out so hopefully after this whole ordeal, he will go out and find some low self-esteem closet buddy to help him with his technique deficiencies.

"Look, it's not you. I'm just a bastard to everyone," he reassured the boy.

Walking away, Sebastian pulled a towel from his duffel bag and tried to wipe up the worst of the drool lake trying to stain his shirt. The whole thing was pointless and left him upset. He knew that a part of the reason he was so bored over the whole thing was because he had grown… fond… of Henri. The other boy was constantly on his mind and while he wouldn't want to label what they have, he knew he should at least admit that he liked the model more than just a friend.

Finding a seat on the bus, Sebastian was surprised to see Thad ignoring him. Normally the captain was a chatty little bugger after a game, going over all the good and bad. He liked to talk more to hear his voice than to actually provide any helpful commentary. He waited ten minutes before he grew impatient. "Okay, what did I do to piss you off?"

Thad cast him a side look. "Nothing," he said flatly.

"Clearly I did something or you wouldn't be pulling the silent treatment like some basic bitch. Tell me." He could have said it nicely but he didn't care. He didn't have the patience for anything right now.

"Nothing. You did nothing."

"Uh huh… then stop acting like a dog that didn't get the treat and talk to me."

"Fine. I don't like it that you are cheating on Beaumont. He's my friend and he deserves better than that. I thought you actually liked him but clearly I was wrong," Thad explained in that same flat tone.

"Cheating? I'm not cheating on Henri." Thad was being a little bitch because Sebastian was kissing another guy.

"So I didn't catch you trying to eat another guys face after the game? It sure looked like you," Thad threw back.

He knew that the Captain thought that Sebastian and Henri were engaged in some epic romance that they would surely write novels about in the future, only to turn them in horribly directed 90 minute disasters that would perform mediocre at the box offices, but it wasn't true. "I'm not dating Henri. I don't date people."

"IS Henri aware of this? Or did you not mention that you two aren't exclusive in whatever it is you're doing?"

"I informed Henri from the start that we weren't boyfriends. He's well aware of the situation between us," he said truthfully. He might of have said it while ravishing the other boy, but it was still said.

"So you wouldn't mind if you went back to your room to find Henri in bed with another guy?"

"No." He said it confidently but inside he was squirming. He didn't want to share Henri. Yes he said they weren't exclusive but he hoped that Henri wasn't having secret rendezvous' with others. He was greedy. He wanted Henri for himself.

"Really? Because one of the guys in my math class asked me to get Henri's number for him," Thad taunted.

Sebastian snorted. "What would he do with it? Henri doesn't talk and he barely texts as well. He's too busy using his hands for others things to waste time and effort to respond to some idiot who doesn't have the courage to talk to him himself. I bet he's some thick headed moron who can't even find his way to the Sophomore hallway without getting lost three times and walking into five walls, like some dumb blind cat."

"Yeah... you don't sound like a jealous lover at all," Thad pointed out.

"I'm not."

"Good, because I am giving Jason, Henri's number then."

"Don't you think you should at least talk to Henri before you give his number out like candy? He may not appreciate it. You claim to be his friend yet you are opening the door and inviting herds of Neanderthals into his life."

"I'll just ask Henri then. I'm sure he won't have a problem, especially since you two aren't dating."

Sebastian didn't feel like participating in the conversation anymore. He wasn't upset with Thad. The Captain was just trying to look out for Henri and ensure that the two of them were happy. Unfortunately on his misguided path of good intentions, he was treading dangerous territory. Sebastian didn't care if other guys wanted to talk to Henri. He only cared if they touched him. The minute that Jason laid one single perverted hand on his model, Sebastian was going to find a way to break his fingers without getting caught.

o.O.o

"I said I was sorry like 50 times now Kurt," Blaine said as he trailed after his boyfriend. It had been a month since the whole Warblergate, as the New Directions were calling it, happened. They all got to hear the scandal from Kurt himself as he couldn't keep his mouth shut that his boyfriend ditched him to hang out with his old friends. The whole thing didn't endear Blaine in the hearts of the New Directions any more than he already was. He was already struggling to fit in with them and this whole thing just pushed him even further to the outside.

"I know you did but it doesn't change what happened," Kurt responded.

"I explained that they had my phone. If I could have got a hold of you I would have. I thought of you the entire time and I did call as soon as they returned my phone that night," he tried defending himself.

"I don't know what you want from me Blaine," Kurt answered.

"I want you to forgive me. I want us to be able to talk to each other without fighting; I want us to go to that textile convention that you want to see, even though I don't think you know what it actually is."

He missed his boyfriend and he wanted to be able to talk to Kurt again. He knew he shouldn't have gone with the Warbler's, and that he should have gone to Kurt's house rather than the paintball place, he wasn't going to say that out loud. Admitting that he could have done the right thing but didn't because he needed a break from his boyfriend was surely only to break them up for good. Kurt was a lot to take in most of the time but Blaine still loved him.

"I want that too but how can I trust that you won't ditch me again to go spend time with the Warblers? I mean, I know you already reserved an entire block of tickets for them for the musical. You're already planning to see them again. Once again you only care about them."

Blaine sighed and stopped himself from banging his head on a locker. Kurt kept bringing up the Warbler's and it was starting to annoy him. Kurt seemed to have something against them and he didn't know why. It was stupid really because they were his friends and he wanted to spend time with them. Before Kurt started fighting with Rachel over the election, he spent a lot of time with her. Even now she was spending more time with Mercedes than with him. Why was it okay for Kurt to do that, but Blaine wasn't allowed to see his own friends. Kurt wanted him to be best friends with the New Directions, but he wasn't and he didn't ever see himself being best buds with them. They opposed everything eh said, they ignored him, and lately they start insulting him to make Kurt happy. There was only so much he could beat on the punching bag before he snapped at them.

"They are my friends and I want them there. My parents are out of town all of next week and I want people there supporting me on opening night." Why was his boyfriend so against him talking to the Warblers? They were a lot more welcoming to Kurt than the New Directions were to him. "It's not like I'm asking you to play nice with them. I want them there and it also helps that we will have actual people who want to be there in the seats. I know Mr. Shue has been going around and handing out tickets for free just so we won't be performing for an empty auditorium."

"I rather there be strangers than a bunch of snobs who only want wish ill will towards me," Kurt spat.

"They don't wish you ill will. They only want to get to know you more. They always ask why you don't join me when I go see them," he tried to explain. It was true that the Warblers had asked before why Kurt wasn't joining the… but that was before he transferred schools. After, they just tended to avoid the conversation of Kurt. Blaine felt it was because they were still a little upset that Blaine left them to join Kurt at a new school, but he knew that none of them wished him harm in any way.

"Look I don't want another fight. I'm going to Dalton right now to invite the Warbler's, accept my apology or don't, text me later if we're still dating," Blaine said quickly. He was tired of fighting and begging for Kurt's attention. The ball was now in Kurt's court and he could decide their fate. Blaine turned and walked away from the situation.

The ride over to Dalton gave him enough time to cool off and clam his thoughts. He didn't want to be upset when he saw his friends. They would worry and he didn't want that to ruin his time with them. As he drove through the gates, he felt a sudden attack of nostalgia hit. He missed this place. He missed the people, the atmosphere, the classes, and especially the Warblers.

Walking to the Senior Commons room, he could hear the faint melody of a musical number floating through the door. Bobbing his head, he stood in the doorway and smiled. The Warbler's were sitting on the couches as Nick, Jeff, and David were center stage performing a trio number to 'Uptown girl'. Nick had really improved over the summer. He was more confident in his vocals and had a large smile on his face. He didn't get a lot of chances to shine last year, but he was finally getting his moment in the spot light.

The rest of the Warblers stood up and suddenly it was a group number. They were good. They definitely learned some new dance moves and they were flawless. They were well rehearsed and in sync. He saw a few new voices, but that was expected. HE was studying the new faces when he locked eyes with a very tall and very handsome man. The new face had striking eyes that were nailing him in place and he found he couldn't look away.

Suddenly the eyes were closer and he was being pulled into the crowd. It was like second nature for him to kick kick dip step and spin. He followed along easily and happily took a back seat as his friends show cased their voices. Thad wasn't a lead but the Captain still nailed his little solo. He found that Eyes was also really good at singing. Nick's end note was strong yet delicate at the same time. The whole number was amazing and Baine was impressed. When the song ended he found himself swarmed with blue blazers and happy faces.

"You guys were amazing," he announced when he finally got room to breathe.

"We would be better if you came back," Trent said with a smile. He knew the boy said it in a joking manner but he knew it was half serious. "If this your triumphant return?"

Blaine grinned. "No, I came to invite you to opening night of 'West Side Story'. I got you all tickets, well as long as you're still 15 in number," he said with a laugh.

"Of course we are. We will all be there to support you," Thad reassured him.

"Yeah, once a Warbler, always a Warbler," Eyes said. Blaine was focused on him again and felt himself take a small step back from the very overwhelming presence the boy gave off.

"Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe, nice to meet you," Eyes, now Sebastian, said.

"Are you a freshman?" Blaine asked. He felt like smacking himself. He knew Sebastian wasn't a freshman. Thad talked about him alto and he knew more about Sebastian than what would be considered normal. He felt a little creepy knowing that Sebastian was a Sophomore, he was on the lacrosse team, he liked the color green and that the boy had like seven different brands of boxer briefs that he cycled through every week and a special pair for game day. Who knew that stuff? Not people you never met before but somehow Blaine knew.

"Do I look like a freshman?" Blaine was astounded that someone could make such a simple sentence sound sexy.

"N-no…" he stuttered out. What was he thinking? He shouldn't be thinking that Sebastian sounded sexy and that it suited him so well. He has a boyfriend!

"I would love to meet you properly Blaine. The Warblers talk about you often and I feel like I know you already. I would like the pleasure to get know you personally, rather than though the gossiping birds in the club."

Blaine knew he should say another time or something but he could only nod and follow Sebastian around. The boy just seemed to grab his attention and refuse to let go. Even as he followed him to a café on campus he could see the numerous looks the taller boy got. It was insane because he knew for a fact that some of those guys were 100% straight and yet they even stopped and looked. He had only seen one other person pull such a reaction and that was Beaumont, a professional model. Of course, most of the time he got looks because of the way he dressed, but he still go them.

"What will you have?" The question brought him back to the present, and Blaine noted that they arrived at the coffee stand and that Sebastian already placed his order.

"Oh… just a vanilla latte…" he trailed off.

Sebastian gave him a small smile and then ordered for him. Soon he was sitting down and Sebastian was giving him such an intense gaze, it was like he was being smothered in warm velvety soft caramel. "I've heard a lot about you. Thad practically worships that ground you walk on and when they found out you weren't returning, the campus was flooded by Warbler tears."

"It was not," he uselessly denied. He felt himself blushing at the compliments.

"They were. All I've heard is how you're sex on a stick and sing like a dream. Now I know they weren't lying."

God, Blaine didn't think he had ever blushed this much in his life. He chuckled with embarrassment since he didn't know what else to do or say. "You've never heard me sing…" he tried to deny.

"Did you know that Thad has a video of every one of your performances? I got so sick of hearing 'Teenage Dream' I threatened cover Thad with candy and throw him in a rat infested factory if he didn't shut it off. You are really good. It was a big blow the Warblers when you left, not just because they lost such a great singer, be also because they lost such a great friend."

"I… I'm still their friend."

"Yes… you are. But they can't just see you anytime they want anymore. You made them really happy today when you stopped by."

His cheeks were burning again but this time he was more happy than embarrassed. It was good to know that some people out there were actually glad to see him. All the hostile faces at McKinley were getting him. Seeing a sea of happy faces was a nice soothing balm to his hurting soul. "I hope they ca all come to the show."

Sebastian grinned. "They wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm sure Thad has already organized a carpool chart as Plan B fi he can't secure the Dalton bus to drive us there."

Blaine laughed at that one. "You think?"

"I bet if I check my phone right now, I will be told which car number I'm in."

Blaine raised a challenging eyebrow. "A bet? What do I get when I win?"

The taller boys smirk grew wider as he leaned forward. A warm hand landed on top his and Sebastian's thumb started stroking his skin. "I would say anything you want…" Sebastian whispered huskily. "But I'm not willing to risk that you ask for a car so let's say a coffee." Suddenly the thumb and hand attached to it was gone and Sebastian was sitting back looking like nothing happened.

He blinked twice as he came out of his small haze. Sebastian really was overwhelming. "Alright… coffee…" he strangled out.

Slowly, Sebastian pulled his phone out and smiled. "Well well… a text from Thad," he announced slowly. "It says that right now I am in Jeff's car to McKinley but it's subject to change if he can get ahold of a car rental company to see about vans." Sebastian scoffed. "I am not going anywhere in a soccer mom's minivan."

Blaine surprised himself by laughing again. He knew that Thad was a tad dramatic but honestly, everything he said about the boy across form him was true. He was snarky and a tad dramatic. It was a fun combination and Blaine found himself enjoying Sebastian's company.

I won the bet, but I will have to take you up on my free coffee later. Hand me your phone."

Blaine blinked at the command. "Pardon?"

"Your phone. I'm going to put my number in so you can contact me later. We can coordinate a time to get that coffee but right now I need to head to lacrosse practice," Sebastian explained.

"Right… I knew you were on the lacrosse team…" Blaine fumbled for his phone but eventually managed to hand it over. He felt like an idiot. He was dropping things, stuttering, and probably came across as a giant idiot. He didn't even know why he was acting like this. Yes Sebastian was hot, but Blaine was dating Kurt. He had no reason to be acting like some blushing virgin around the other boy. Well he was a virgin, and he was blushing, but that didn't matter because he had Kurt. He needed to stop whatever this attraction towards Sebastian was because it was unwanted.

"Right, I put my number in. I should have time tomorrow if that's good for you, or it will have to wait until after your musical. I wouldn't want to bother you too much during your tech week."

"Oh… okay… well I should be okay tomorrow but I will text you," Blaine said as he stared at his new contact.

"I'll talk to you later then Killer," Sebastian said he stood up. As he was walking passed he put a hand on Blaine's shoulder and squeezed, leaving lingering warmth once it was gone.

The whole thing left Blaine a befuddled blinking ball of blushing bemusement. No amount of warning could have ever properly prepared him for that essence that was Sebastian Smythe.

A small song chorus distracted him as his phone vibrated in his hand. Looking he found a new text from Kurt. 'Come over, I want to watch a movie'

He frowned at the message. It probably meant that Kurt still wanted them to date and had forgiven him. He should be happy but… looking over his shoulder he was disappointed to find that Sebastian had completely disappeared.

o.O.o

Returning quickly to his room, Sebastian was surprised to see Henri there. The designer was barely in their room as of late, so busy sewing the outfits for the fashion show or studying in some quiet nook to finish his homework. The model was currently on the phone and speaking rapidly in French, he was pacing back and forth and his one free arm was flailing about in anger.

He quietly snuck in and started to undress to change for practice. He kept an ear out, only getting a few words since Henri was talking so quickly. He heard that someone how entered Henri into something, England and Scotland were mentioned a couple times and finally Henri was promising to never forgive someone. When Henri ended the call he was visibly upset and shaking.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

Henri looked up as if seeing him for the first time and looked shocked. He shook himself out of it before he sat on his bed. "It's… some noisy old man."

Sebastian abandoned changing and grabbed a notebook. It was apparent that Henri was finding it hard to speak at the moment. "If you want to tell me just write it down. I can wait."

The model just held the notebook for a minute before he started to write.

I'm adopted. My mother took me in and raised me for years without a problem. Now an old man wants to revoke her rights and take me away to his boarding school in Scotland.

"If your mother did things legally that he has no right. Unless he had some prior claim to you and she hindered his attempts to adopt you, I'm sure the courts will find her a suitable guardian and leave you in her care. I have no doubt that you mother did things by the book, and with her army of lawyers, it should be fine," Sebastian tried to reassure the boy.

Henri blinked at him and smiled.

Thank you.

"Nothing to be thanked over. My father is a lawyer and he has had to look into adoption law a few times. Of course France and the USA are different but I don't imagine their laws to be too different." Sebastian grinned then. "But if you properly want to thank me…"

Henri rolled his eyes and he knew the model was saying something sarcastic in his mind. He didn't care thought because soon Henri was leaning forward and he was getting kissed. It was so much better then Slobber McGee and so satisfying to actually feel something. He was growling slight addicted to Henri, and he didn't think any 12 step program would cure him.

He pushed the model down, laying on top of him as he took control of the kiss and poured all the pent up frustration he had. He moaned as Henri gave back just as much as him, the model's hands already roaming everywhere. Sebastian was glad he never got to putting a shirt on, it would have only been an unwanted obstacle.

Ails scratching down his back caused him to shudder. He detached himself from Henri's lips and breathed in deeply as his body reacted strongly to the sensation. He was about to dive back in when a thought struck him. Pushing up to rest on his elbows he looked down at his bed partner. "Did some Jason guy contact you?"

Henri gave him a 'Are you fucking kidding me' look before throwing his hands up in exasperation to rest above his head on the bed.

"I know that I am cock blocking myself right now, but before I completely lose myself in what we're doing, I want to be sure that Jason isn't waiting to pick up for a date."

Henri rolled his eyes and sent him a glare.

"What? I know we're not dating but that doesn't mean I want to share you with some baboon. I have standards and therefore you much match me standards."

An eyebrow rose.

"That was one time and I was desperate. I'm like a puppy you know. I need constant affection and you weren't around."

The eyebrow dropped.

"I'm not blaming you. I'm defending myself from you accusations."

Henri let out one loud breathe from his nose.

"Fine then how about we don't see any one else. I won't pick up randoms from my games and you won't answer strange text messages from people who I have on good authority likes Nickleback."

Henri smiled.

"Yes, that means we are exclusive with whatever this is between us… but we are not boyfriends." He needed to stress that. He may be willing to only kiss and sleep with Henri, but that didn't mean he was tied down with a ball and chain now.

Henri wrinkled his nose.

"I agree. Labels make things complicated."

Henri didn't answer back this time. Instead he leaned up and kissed him for a second time that day. Clearly the conversation was over and they had reached an agreement on the matter. Sebastian decided to enjoy the small moment they had together because they finally got a moment alone to-

"Smythe, you better get out here now because I will not have a repeat of last practice. We can't afford for you to miss three shots again. How your aim has decreased I will never know but you will get to the field this instant and work on it!" Thad screamed from the other side of his door.

He heard that Lithuanian dumpsters were great ways to dispose of bodies. He wasn't sure if it was true or why they had to be Lithuanian, but he knew one thing. He had a great opportunity to find out.

A/N: I have been told that I am not being too mean and to keep going. Well I trust you guys, so I will just keep going like this. But Yay! Sebastian/Blaine meeting I thought it would never get here but it finally has.