This one was frustrating to write… Again, it's July and it's hard to write these things with no examples… But its long so hope you enjoy!
"Go on Seb, take it." Austin looked at Sebastian with a too innocent of a face on. "You have time to throw one. I promise."
Sebastian stared at the perfect snowball that Austin was offering to him. Austin knew something. That was the only reason he would try so hard to make him do something.
It was one of the last days of school and the only exam left was the English exam which meant reading one paragraph and circling one noun, verb, and adjective and then picking out who the main character was and how they felt.
This was the only way McKinley wasn't shut down because of their lack of qualified staff. Mr. Schuester knew less Spanish than the French teachers and the math teacher didn't correct a student when they said that 2+2=5.
So the rest of his 'friends' had been outside throwing snowballs at some of the Glee club members. That meant he had to hurry and run to Finn's car, who would then take him to Dalton again to drop off some of Kurt's old French notes for his exams, which were a lot harder. He also had to bring a bag of cookie cutters for a project…
Unfortunately, Finn was in the mob being attacked with snowballs and there was no way he could get into Dalton because they checked your license and everything.
"Finn! Ms. Thomas needs to talk to us about our final history project."
The quarterback looked relieved and hurried over.
"Come on Seb! We were having fun with him," called Fred and George.
Seb gave a hopefully sympathetic look. "Sorry guys."
Austin stared at Sebastian. "What history paper?"
"It was from like a month ago, but then Hudson lost it and then we had to turn it in like yesterday and I really need this grade otherwise I'm off the team for not having enough credits or something."
"Throw one snowball."
"What?"
Austin personally scooped up a handful and presented it to Sebastian.
And that's where they were. Somehow the snowball had found its way into his hand.
Sebastian glared at it, but if he didn't do it, then his cover would be mostly blown. He glanced at the glee club members. All of them stared back at them. Then Tina stepped forward.
"If Sebastian hits me, can I go home? I have a piano lesson and if I don't have enough time to change out of my clothes, then you're all dead because Mr. Monroe is my teacher."
There was a sharp intake of breath from everyone. Mr. Monroe was the only music teacher in Lima and everyone here had taken a lesson from him at one point in their lives because of their parents. He was also the police chief of Lima.
Austin smirked. "He and my dad are like best friends. But sure, by all means."
Sebastian thought. He couldn't throw it at her. Tina was really nice, and she was a girl. "All right. But everyone else back up because I can't throw to save my life, you guys know that."
Peter laughed. "Yeah, remember when he tried out for baseball and knocked out the coach."
Everyone smiled and Sebastian frowned. Today was not his day. "Thanks Pete." He raised his eyebrows at Tina. She winked at him while everyone else was reminiscing about their own baseball tryouts.
He quickly tossed it, but at her shoulder instead of her face like everyone else had done. The way he threw it made it spin and explode gently on contact and threw a light dusting over her face so that it looked like he had thrown it in her face. 'Sorry' he mouthed.
She just shrugged and ran off before she was bombarded again.
"Bye guys. Hudson, we need to go before we get a G."
"Can you really get that?"
Sebastian sighed and waited until they were inside the building before saying no.
The truth was, that there was no history paper and Sebastian was actually really good at baseball. He just messed up on purpose because there wasn't enough time and no one else at McKinley was really good at baseball so every year, they just cut everyone and got rid of the team.
He jumped into the car and jammed his hands by the vent to warm his red fingers. Finn glanced over.
"Sebastian, why did you throw the snowball at Tina?"
The passenger frowned. "I didn't want to. If you want me to keep being Sirius Black, I have to do some of those things sometimes."
"Okay."
In fact. He should probably go ahead and apologize. Now for anyone out there who thought that Sebastian was a cold hearted person, he was. Just not as extreme as some nerds thought he was. He would participate in the occasional dumpster tossing or snowball, but he had never thrown a slushy. And if he every did anything too bad, he usually left a chocolate bar in their locker or something.
Completely anonymous though.
Hey Cho Chang, sorry about earlier
A reply came a few seconds later. Well, you saved me from getting hit in the face by the Weasley twins so its all good :)
I'll make it up to you though. Want a giant chocolate bar and some cookies?
Oh was that you? Can I have a cherry pie instead? Mr. Monroe's making me do scales and I don't think I can live much longer
Sure, I'll get Kurt to make it though, that way it's actually edible
Thanks Padfoot! You're the best!
:)
"Hey Seb."
He looked up and yawned. 2 hours pass by really quickly once you try to study in a car. "Yeah?"
"Can you wait here? I need to go buy some Christmas presents and I won't run into anyone at the mall here."
"Um sure." Sebastian brushed out the majority of his hair and put on a pair of glasses instead of wearing glasses.
"Seb? Why do you look normal?"
"I don't look normal with gel and contacts?"
"You do! But you seem nicer with glasses and flat hair…"
Sebastian just rolled his eyes. "It's winter and my hair gets messed up if it gets wet and my eyes are killing me because of the stupid math exam. Two hours good enough for you?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
He grabbed his bag and jumped into a deep pile of snow. He looked around at all the students streaming in and out, throwing snowballs, studying in warm rooms heated with fireplaces, and having the best days of their lives.
"Hey it's Kurt's brother!"
Sebastian looked up to see the tall blond and his friend approaching him. "Um hi?"
"Sorry for being rude the other night. It's just that we don't want Kurt to be hurt here. I'm Nick and this is my boyfriend Jeff." The dark haired boy gestured towards his fri—boyfriend.
Sebastian blinked. So this was where Kurt was getting ideas of Blaine as a significant other. "Great to meet you. I'm Seb. Do you know where I can find Kurt? He needed French notes and cookie cutters…"
Jeff's eyes widened. "He has cookie cutters! Nick, Kurt can finally bake those cookies that he and Blaine have been talking about!"
Nick raised his eyebrows. "I think Kurt's more worried about the French notes. Madame Lorraine's exams are really hard."
"But Kurt's fluent. It's not fair." Jeff glanced at Sebastian. "Oh, sorry. We'll take you to his and Blaine's room. It's awfully cozy."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow and hurried to hide the jealousy in his chest. "Thanks."
"So you're Kurt's brother… Younger or older?"
"Younger. Unfortunately."
Nick looked surprised at that. "But you seem like the older type. Anyways, this is their room, 119. Ironically the day they met. We'll just mess with them first before you come in."
Sebastian stood back while the two boys did whatever they were going to do.
"Blaine, Kurt! Open up, but only if you're decent."
Kurt whipped the door open, his hair not picture perfect for once. "Jeff, you know I have a very important exam tomorrow and no one else seems to care about French since they're already failing so let me study and Blaine's not even in here."
"Wait what?" Sebastian leaned his head between Nick and Jeff.
"Oh. Seb, do you have the stuff?"
He opened his bag with a flourish. "I have your French notes from the past 2 years and you're special cookie cutters. Oh and you have to bake a pie for Cho Chang, a cherry one."
"I'll make her one when I get back. Thanks a bunch." He looked up to see all three still awkwardly hanging around. "Bye?"
Sebastian walked into the room. "Finn has to buy a bunch of Christmas presents so I'm stuck here for a couple hours."
"And you two?"
"Come on Kurt, no exams for the two of us because we took an extra physics class instead of a foreign language so we just took two exams today, which means none for tomorrow!"
Kurt frowned. "Why don't you three go join Blaine, Wes, and David? They're having some random snowball fight down on Pressley Field."
Grabbing Sebastian and ignoring his complaints, Nick turned to Kurt. "Pressley? But Mr. Billings has his office right next to it."
"Then make sure you don't throw a rock at the principal's window!" Kurt shouted as he slammed the door.
"Where's the field?" Sebastian wrapped a borrowed Dalton scarf tighter around his neck.
Jeff pointed at a wide expanse of snow, already filled with a crowd of boys. "Well, that's Campbell Field, then there's Askew Field, Field Olympiad, and Sweet potato field."
"Sweet potatoes?"
"Yeah, apparently it used to have sweet potatoes before the lacrosse team took over it like twenty years ago."
"Lacrosse?"
"Of course. The best private school team in the nation. We're not doing all that great because some of our best players left… Oh and Pressley is the private field behind the headmaster's office. No one goes there except for school reps and insane kids like us who want to be killed," Jeff finished happily.
"Um. Okay."
They walked through a small patch of undergrowth with no sign of a path. It was still snowing and Sebastian tipped his head back to catch some snowflakes. He felt like he was at home. Somewhere where nothing he did mattered. A place where he could just be normal. That was before he ran into a snow covered branch, slipped on some ice, and fell with a yell.
"Wow Seb, that was really attracti—" Nick got cut off when a volley of snowballs were launched at his head. "We're under attack!" he shouted through a mouthful of snow. It sounded more like "wegd uwad appap!"
"Come on Nick, there's snow everywhere. Use your lovely Dalton brain."
The two boys returned fire and raced down onto a pure white field that was untouched except for the two boys throwing snow and building a snowman. A large house with a back porch overlooked the scene.
Sebastian was content to just sit and watch when a snowball was thrown at the side of his head. "Ow?" He turned to see a familiar face.
"Seb? That was you? Oh sorry about that. I thought you were Kurt for a second." Blaine was grinning and his arms were full of even more snowballs.
"Um yeah. I had to bring some stuff to Kurt and I'm stuck here while Finn goes to the mall and tries to decide which girl to buy a present for."
"Oh, well then. Nothing beats a good old Dalton snowball fight. Want to help? Wes and David are making me launch a 'counterattack' on Niff."
"I thought their names were Nick and Jeff. Oh. Niff. That's cute," concluded Sebastian. He looked at the two boys who were launching a fierce attack on Wes and David.
"So, are you going to help?" He held out a snowball.
"Whoever came up with conjugating –ir verbs better be dead or else I'm going to have to kill them," muttered Kurt. He had been interrupted about five times in the past ten minutes because he had promised the entire dorm his homemade cookies if they left him alone while he was studying for the history exam. Apparently, it didn't extend to his French exam as well.
He sighed and closed out of the million websites on his computer that were quizzing him on various verbs and their proper forms. Flopping on a bed, he ran through a list of things he had to do before he realized who's bed it was. Blaine's. His own was cluttered with various cookie cutters and notes.
Blaine had the softest bed. It smelled like him and a little bit like hair gel, but he was being weaned off of it by Kurt. He smiled. They had scheduled a Harry Potter movie marathon after their exams were over. Kurt sat up. Sebastian was here and the group had gone to see Blaine.
No! Kurt was not jealous or seeing his younger brother as a threat. But then again… Seb at their house, he was already acting a little too domestic with Blaine. And when he had walked in on their duet. His face had been a little too forced. Also, right when Kurt had met his eyes, he saw something that he had never seen on his brother's face. It was only there for a second before a mask went up, hiding Sebastian behind years of practice.
"You're never going to get any studying done," he muttered to himself. He grabbed the scarf Blaine had gotten him the other day, a blue/gray/green one that had a warbler embroidered on the end. Apparently, it matched his eyes.
He saw Blaine offering Sebastian a snowball and Sebastian taking it with a grin. He recognized the look on Sebastian's face because it was the one Nick and Jeff gave each other and the one he had found on his own face when he was watching Blaine. Sebastian liked Blaine…
"Can I have one?"
Both boys turned. Blaine's smile grew while Sebastian's dimmed a little. "Hey Kurt! I thought you weren't coming! Oh and I like that scarf."
"Eh, everyone was begging for cookies so I just left. Oh this? A friend got it for me. I think it's pretty awesome." He walked closer and took a lump of snow from Blaine's pile. "So what's the plan?"
The oldest and shortest boy in the group stood up and gently lowered his ammunition. "I'm going to go down there and start doing stuff and then when I give you the signal, you guys come attack!" With that, he galloped off and onto the battlefield.
Both boys stared at him running and caught the other staring as well.
"So."
"So."
Shouts were heard from below as Blaine was quickly under fire from four snowballs.
"Do you think that's the signal?" Kurt raised his eyebrows at the vicious attack.
"I guess." Sebastian flashed his bewildered brother a quick smile and whooped as he flew down the hill.
That was how it ended up being the Hummels and Blaine vs. everyone else. The other four had crept on the three and chided Blaine for trying to get too many guys for himself.
After a while, everyone just relaxed and started making snow angels in the deep banks.
Wes and David were building another gavel, their sixth one, while 'Niff' were making plans to destroy them.
Sebastian lay on his back and wished he could sink into the snow and stay hidden in this paradise forever and never return to McKinley with it's social order. Speaking of which... it had been 1 hour and 58 minutes since he had been dropped off. "I have to go now. Bye guys!" he called over to the other four who were busy making various sculptures.
He glanced at Kurt and Blaine who had been talking about the upcoming French exam.
Blaine looked over. "I'll walk you to the front gates if you want. It's a little confusing with all the buildings. It's the only way they make sure we can't escape."
"Thanks. I'll see you later Kurt!" He looked over at Kurt, who's expression had turned a little stony.
Kurt tried smiled back at his younger brother. "Tell dad, Carole, and Finn hi for me Seb! Oh and Blaine, hurry back and I'll bake you some cookies for our study session."
"Sounds great Kurt! Meet you back there in ten?"
Kurt just nodded and stared at the two retreating figures.
Their headmaster came out on the back deck. "Wesley, David! Are you bringing more people to mess up my backyard? I said yes to a couple nice snowmen with Dalton ties… why are there 8 gavels by the petunias?"
"Sir, do you have hot chocolate?"
"Wesley!"
Kurt ignored the others and kept watching the two boys growing smaller as they disappeared past a hill.
Game on little brother. He thought with a sly, and slightly worried smile.
A/N: So this one was kinda longer... and i couldn't resist Niff because no matter how much Riker and Curt try, Dom's always in the background and doing little motions...
And you guys review more when its kinda Seblaineish... What happened to all the Klainers? cause i love Klaine just as much as seblaine!
anyone catch the deja vu in this one?
thoughts? feedback? reviews? ;)
chocolate-notes :)