Ownership Disclaimer: Glee – the real programme? Unfortunately, not mine, yet! {but I have s1 to s4 on legit dvd}. I read SebKlaine, beta SebKlaine, breathe and just love SebKlaine. …infiltrations of all this SebKlaine love and Glee love is bound to happen. Ownership and recognition where it's due, and… what's mine is mine too.
A true Gleek will see what words are mine, what aren't and how I've manipulated the four seasons/series around my KurtBastian, with a side order of Blaine.
Song/music inspiration: Perfect, sung by those two hunnies (Chris Colfer and Darren Criss) in one of the eps. I'm Glad You Came, sung by him (Grant Gustin) and them (The Warblers) up on the stage in one of their comps. Again, I hope you can follow the story, if you don't know the tune of the song used.
Warning: Rated M. This is SebKlaine. Sebastian and Kurt are the main pairing. If you can't stomach these two main characters, with Blaine in an AU, then this might not be a collection of stories for you.
Trigger Warning: Tissues for Finn mentions, might be a good idea. We all miss Corey. FxF angst.
Original Inspiration: Deliver Me by smellslikecraigslist from the other yummy fan fic site of Sebklaine. From that story, my whole world changed, once more. {psst, that author is going to finish the other great fic, A Change In The Weather, for cacophonylights.}

SebKlaine ~ Chapter 11.

~ A Warbler Party ~

After getting changed Blaine twiddles with his camera. It has many features and functions. Timed still photos are possible, so he thinks to try some different poses.

Posing for the mirror he tires and just stares at the reflection of his room, the closet behind him.

At times, he had felt that Jaxon wanted their previous relationship kept in the closet. That's one major reason Blaine ended it with him.

It's a great metaphor, turning around he creates a blank canvas in his closet. He pulls all the clothing out. He's left with a white wall, and items on the floor of it, a musical instrument case, a travel bag on wheels and a square booster seat. He tries to remember the way Jaxon was looking at him, the first time Blaine acknowledged how he made him feel inside.

Just trying to remember those feelings, make the butterflies swarm in his stomach. The memory of Jaxon's eyes, captivated Blaine that he was the only person in the world, no one had ever made him feel that way. That Jaxon was the most perfect, adorable and desired person, and Blaine wanted him so badly.

He positions the camera, not wanting to let the moment pass him by, on the whim of inspiration thrown into overdrive and trying to reign in reality.

Camera positioned, timer set, he quickly scoots into the wardrobe, hurries for his own position and the camera shutter clicks. Easier to roll out, he reaches for the camera, in his excitement it falls over. "Oh, damn it!"

Scrambling and then sitting on the end of his bed, he checks the camera, but it won't turn on. Throwing himself back on the bed, he exhales in exasperation. Enjoying the feel of lumpy blankets under his back, he closes his eyes and growls at himself.

His phone starts to ring, too annoyed to answer it, not wanting to speak with anyone just now, he ignores it and goes to shower.

~ soap, lather, rinse, dry, hair gel, deodorant, cologne ~

Assignments started, progressed and some finished. "So I'll pick you up at 7pm, then we'll swing by and pick up Rachel and then on to Thad's?"

"Jeff, I might drive myself and meet you there instead." Knowing that this is really a Warbler function, Kurt isn't feeling super confident, driving himself is one way to take control and regain some.

"Alright, but don't pike out. The guyz really don't want you to leave us." Gathering his books up and putting them into his bag, he stops to look at Kurt. "Is this to do with Blaine, 'cause you know he's gone out of town with his grandparents?"

"Yes, I heard he'd gone away for the week, but no, it has nothing to do with him." He tidies up Jeff's collar on his coat, fixing up his scarf as well. "I'm just a little sad, but I promise I'll be there and I promise to try to enjoy myself, and I promise…"

"Promise you'll reconsider not leaving the Warblers?"

Kurt throws his arms around Jeff in a brotherly bear hug. "I'll think about it." Kissing Jeff's forehead, needing a replacement brother, he turns him around and escorts him to the front door. "I'll see you tonight."

As Jeff goes to say something, his phone beeps an incoming message.

~ check message, get pushed out the door ~

Making his way down and around the corridor to their room, Kurt wonders about what to wear. Now that Blaine is out of the picture, he'll be able to wear what he wants without thinking too much of impressing anyone.

He settles for the skinniest black jeans with a red and black shirt. One that shows off his muscles, one that Sebastian loves him in. If Sebastian can't be there with him, he'll be there in his mind.

While waiting for his dinner to cook, he looks through his emails, there's one from the Cat Society. It has some photos of classes that he missed that week. The photos are really good, taken by a visiting photography student, whose name is suppressed. There are articles alongside the photos. Hopefully, Kurt and Miss Belv will be there next week, and hopefully the student will photograph them too.

After his shower, he decides on a different outfit. Going to his wardrobe, he smiles with delight finding his white skinny jeans, white shirt with the silky black bow tie and fave off white fluffy jumper. It'll feel like he's stepped out of the Madonna era, but it's a collection of him, dressing as cute as he can. Standing in front of the hallway mirror, he admires how young he looks in this getup, but something is out of place. He turns around a few times, checking from one angle and another. Shoes, he needs the right shoes. The correct pair for this outfit he finds at the bottom of the shoe box. Pulling them out they're scuffed and out of shape, he can fix that by putting them in front of the heater and over stuffing with some socks.

He goes to their room and pulls out a few pairs of socks, some for the shoes and a pair for him. Fixing them in place, he looks for the white shoe polish. After another half hour, he is finally ready. Looking again in the mirror, something is still not right? Checking his guy liner is applied correctly, something Jeff and him started doing recently, wearing makeup to parties. His fringe isn't as low as he remembers when he last wore this getup. His hair! Kurt takes his jumper and shirt off, goes to the bathroom and rewashes it, styling it back into a boy child look. He uses more styling products to hold it down, than he remembers he used to.

Finally! Finally, he's ready. Another check in the mirror, a wink to himself, a splash of Sebastian's favourite cologne, of him. And if Sebastian should happen to turn up, after all, well he's certain to raise that jealousy card higher.

~ x x x ~

toKurt: Have a good time Babe!

toSebastian: Will do. Call when you're finished. {attached photo looking down at Kurt in his adorable whiteness, wink and pursed lips}

toKurt: Shit, you look so hot!

toSebastian: I feel real hot too! {attached timed photo of Kurt hands on hips, leg kicked in the air, smiling oh so cute at the camera}

toKurt: Oh F…..!

Kurt's chest swells, as does his…! Hand over his mouth, he laughs knowing full well Sebastian will be thinking of him during his meeting. Pocketing his phone, picking up his keys, the landline phone rings, he ignores it, sighs and leaves.

Turning on the car stereo, adjusting his seat belt and turning the key, a favourite song comes on. He adjusts the volume to loud, alters the balances of bass, front and back. As he pulls out of the drive, the moon catches his eye just above their house.

He just sits, listening to the song and pondering.

The sun goes down, … the stars come out, … and all that counts is here and now, … my universe - will never be the same, … I'm glad you came.

Checking out a few stars he thinks a silent prayer, that all will go well tonight. He doesn't want to get drunk but he wants to relax. He doesn't want to be the centre of attention, but he doesn't want to be ignored.

You cast a spell on me, … you hit me like the sky fell on me, … and I decided you look well on me, .. so let's go somewhere where no one else can see, … you and me.

The last party he'd been to, in this outfit, without Sebastian, Finn had been there. And now Finn isn't here, he's nowhere.

Turn the lights out now, … I'll take you by the hand, … and do another drink, … can you spend a little time, … time is slipping away, … away from us, so stay, stay with me, … I can make you glad you came.

He smashes the music off!

Kurt's heart wants to return inside the house. Incoming phone call vibrates his back pocket. Pulling the brake he pulls out the phone and sees it's Rachel.

"Hi Rachel, how are you?"

"I'm fine Kurt, I, … I just wanted to make sure you're still coming tonight?"

"Yes, I'm just about to leave. I should be there in about half an hour."

"Great, … and Kurt?"

"Yes Rachel."

"I need a hug when I see you." She sniffles.

Kurt sniffles too, "I need one too."

~ tissues ~

Feeling a little foolish, Sebastian walks into the art hall. It smells of turpentine, oil paints and old lady's perfume.

Some participants have set themselves up at the easels, some are by the drink cart. One participant sits on a couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, slippers on and what looks like a glass of white wine in his hands. He drinks as if it's juice, so maybe it isn't wine after all but Sebastian is certain that the look in the guyz eyes are a little drunk looking, he knows that look very well.

"Hi there." Squeaks a shorter-than-he young blonde woman. "Welcome, what's your name?" She has a clipboard and pen in hand, must be the roll.

"Hi, Sebastian Smythe." She's pretty, he smiles at her. "And you are?"

"I'm Katia, I'm your Art Instructor." She ticks his name off, offers her hand, flutters her eye lashes as she involuntarily blushes. "What are you hoping to do, with this class?"

She walks him to her desk, indicates a chair for him and sits down herself. He holds his art supplies on his lap, looks at the chaos on her desk, and tries to think. "Well, I have a certain photo that I want to make a painting of. That's my main aim."

"Ooh, do tell me?" Hands clapped under her chin, looking very interested and excited. Eyebrows raised, or are they drawn on, he wonders?

He pulls out the print out of him and Kurt in bed. Kurt sleeping in his arms, his own knees clearly evident through the blanket, on either side of a sated Kurt. Although Sebastian remembers he was rested and down from his personal high, currently he blushes thinking it looks a little too intimate to share with her.

He hesitates, "I, … ummm, it's kind of very personal."

"Then it's probably ideal,…" she grabs for the photo like a child wanting a balloon from a bunch of them. "Gimme, gimme then."

He hands it over, hand shaking a little as she snaps it from him. He can't help from hiding his face behind his hand, and peeks through the fingers at her.

She smiles and turns the photo to different angles. She goes to speak but stops, putting her fingers to her lips, looks back at the photo and blushes herself. "Umm!" Is so far all she can manage.

She puts the photo down on her messy desk, opens a drawer, pulls out a business card and hands it to him. "This is my step brother's business card. If we can't make you magically create this on to canvass, then he has the printing equipment to transfer and make something similar possible."

He takes the card and the photo. "Wow, thank you."

Fanning herself, "Thank you, phew!" She stands, "OKAY CLASS! Let's get started."

While Kurt drives to meet up with Jeff and Rachel at the party, Blaine waits for Jaxon to pick him up, Thad and the other Warblers are setting up party music equipment and meeting guests. It seems that their sister school of Crawford Country Day glee club, the Canaries, have also heard about the party and are arriving with their boyfriends and girlfriends.

What is supposed to be a small party is quickly turning into a much larger one. Thankful that his parents aren't home, Thad orders more pizza and party food.

Sebastian appreciates having had an earlier dinner, the clock is showing that he's been there for just on two hours, but it feels like less time. They still have half an hour to go and he really doesn't want to stop.

Katia comes up on his right side, she admires what he's done so far. "This is really good, I'm sure you're going to do that painting."

Taken aback, "You really think this is good?"

"Yes, I do." He looks at her puzzled. "Sebastian, I don't say things if I don't believe them." He looks back at what he's managed. "Why do you question yourself, Sebastian?"

Wiping his hands on his pants, "Well, this other teacher thought my strokes were no good, and it's still not that great, that I can see."

"Okay, get up and come with me." She drags him up and back with her, a few steps back from the painting. She claps her hands loudly for the class, "Class, everyone get up and step this far back from your easel."

They do as instructed. "I want you all to turn your backs to your picture, breathe in,…" she does the same, and many are automatically following her as opposed to listening first, "and then stretch up, and breathe out." Some cough, compose themselves and try to catch up to her.

"Now, close your eyes and when you're ready turn back to what you've done and look at what picture you first see."

They do as she says, and many gasps are heard. "Wow, I did that?" "Good grief, that's like amazing."

"Oh, that's such crap!" She rushes to this participant. "What's wrong with it?" Her hands on either side of her shoulders, looking with her.

"It's too black. It doesn't look anything like I wanted it to."

"Excellent, excellent." Standing in the middle of the room. "For some of you, this is your first class. You can't expect a master piece straight away. It is going to take some time…"

Sebastian zones out on what she's saying, he's looking at his own picture, and what he sees, he really, really likes.

They clean up, pack up while their work dries some more. Carrying their easels to a side room he gets a glimpse of the too black picture. It isn't as bad as what he expected. It is black, but Sebastian's first thought was how violent it was.

"Do you mind me asking what it is of?" He asks of the new fellow artist.

"It is supposed to be my girlfriend from a few years back. We'd just broken up, and that's how I thought I remembered her."

"What had happened just before she looked like this?"

"She'd just thrown my mobile phone at the wall….." Sebastian looks at the painting as she explains that the girlfriend had found another text message from an old flame of hers. She hadn't shared she was getting these messages, or even that she was ignoring them. The fellow artist couldn't have given a flying f… about the messages. But her girlfriend at the time, was livid and so jealous. "She was snooping, found them, and literally smashed my phone when it hit the wall."

Sebastian sighs deeply, "This really, really captures that feeling." Arms crossed on his chest, looking to her, "This is really good."

They share a comforting smile. She looks at her work differently now, after explaining her muse to him, looking at her painting, yes this definitely captures that moment.

Coming up: "I bet you …?" Shocked and annoyed, Kurt eye-balls Blaine, "We don't …!"