I Don't Want to Be Right

A/N: Super fast update right? Because I love you. Duh.

FF dot net totally deleted one of Kurt's lines from the last chapter when he was saying goodnight to Briana. I guess the system thought the format was spam. I'm going to go in and fix it.

Thank you's at the end of the chapter :)


Chapter 11

Burt Hummel pulled at the brim of his hat and smoothed out his work overalls. It would be yet another long day at work. The previous day had been so busy he ended up working a whole 12 hours with no break. Why just about every car in Lima felt the need to break down this weekend he wasn't sure, but stubborn cars did keep food in his children's mouths and a roof over their heads. Burt walked over to his dresser to look in the mirror and make sure he was presentable. After a quick once over, he picked up a framed photo of Elizabeth and himself and placed a kiss on the face of his late wife. There were no words to describe how much he missed her.

The man left his bedroom and made his way downstairs to prepare breakfast for his son and daughter, for whenever they decided to wake up. Lord knows if he didn't he'd get a call at work from Kate claiming she was dying. It was time that girl had some cooking lessons.

On the way downstairs, Burt stumbled over a pink and black sneaker. He caught himself before falling and turned to pick up the troublesome item. He lost count of how many times he told his daughter to clean up after herself and a sneaker on the steps was just ridiculous. The man placed it down out of the way with intentions to chastise his daughter for her untidiness.

In the kitchen, Burt began preparing breakfast quickly before he had to leave for work. As much as he'd like to trust his employees with the responsibility of holding things down until he got there, that just wasn't a reality. He'd trust his 16 year old son to do a better job managing his shop than one of those dunces employed for him.

Kate sleepily made her way down the steps after the smell of bacon, hash browns, and eggs made its way up to her room. She smiled, making her way over to the kitchen to greet her father with a kiss.

"Good morning, dad. How'd you sleep?" Kate questioned, taking a seat at the table.

"Good morning, beautiful. I slept well. What about you?"

Kate's mind immediately went to the stress of the previous day with Kurt. "Could've been better."

Burt looked at her questioningly but remembered he was supposed to bring up the shoe incident this morning. "I could've broken a leg coming down the steps today you know."

"How?" Kate raised an eyebrow.

"I ask you time and time again to clean up after yourself but I trip over a sneaker coming down the steps. You're a little too old for this, Katelyn."

"What shoe dad? I didn't even go anywhere yesterday…" she turned and saw a pink and black Nike shoe on the floor by the steps. That isn't my sneaker…

"Dad I have no idea where that came from. It isn't even mine!"

It was Burt's turn to raise an eyebrow. "If it's not yours then whose is it? It damn sure isn't Kurt's."

The two looked at each other curiously.

Kate pulled out of her seat at the table and went over to the closet. Once she opened it she noticed a females jacket that wasn't hers either. Something weird was going on here…

"Look Dad. This isn't my coat. Those aren't my shoes. I'm innocent."

Burt finished cooking and made his way to join his daughter in the hall. She was right, this coat was a little too big for her, and after checking the shoe it was a couple sizes bigger than his daughter's size.

"Excuse me," Burt told his daughter, climbing the steps towards his son's room, shoe in hand. Kate wasn't hearing it though, and followed closely behind her dad. When Burt reached Kurt's door, he knocked a couple times before entering and was caught off guard by what he saw.

Kurt was on the floor lying on his back, sprawled out on a bunch of covers dead asleep. Because he slept shirtless, Burt was able to see his heavily bandaged left arm. His heart immediately dropped and his eyes went wide. What was becoming of their relationship that the boy was injured in this way and didn't even bother letting his father know?

On the bed lay a girl, maybe between Kurt and Kate's ages. She looked exhausted as she clutched at a pillow and slept quietly. This must be the culprit. But what the hell was she doing spending the night with his son?

Burt turned to his daughter who was observing the scene as well and gave his youngest a questioning look. Kate only shrugged, having no clue who she was or why she was even there.

Burt entered the room and knelt next to his son. He poked him in the ribs a few times trying to wake him but no such luck. Burt had every intention of being quiet as not to disturb the strange girl – why he wasn't sure… she shouldn't even be there, but he still tried to be respectful. After shaking his son roughly Kurt finally opened his eyes and sleepily looked at his dad with a confused look.

"I need to talk to you downstairs son. Now."

Kurt sighed, running a hand through his chestnut hair. He had never been so tired in his life, he was sure. He nodded to his dad okay and tried sitting up, but a sharp pain shot through his tender arm. Kurt winced and lay back down as Burt looked at him with wide eyes.

"Can you give me a minute, please?" Kurt asked; voice low from being dead asleep so long.

His father nodded and rose back up to his feet, making way to exit his elder child's room. Kurt caught his sister's expression before Burt pushed her away; a mix of confusion, concern, and fear. It broke him that those feelings inflicted her because of him.

The boy took another deep breath before putting all his weight on his right arm and sitting up on the floor. He looked over to his bed and saw Christie fast asleep and smiled. He had a dream during the few hours of sleep he got… more like a flashback, and remembered where he knew the girl from. If the day went normal he could take her there after dropping Wes off for his flight.

Kurt stood up and went over to his dresser, grabbing a black t-shirt and throwing it on. The act caused him to realize just how bad his arm was painfully throbbing and he held back a slew of expletives for the sleeping girl's sake. The bad boy exited his room and headed downstairs for some pain relievers. He said good morning to Burt and Katelyn, grabbed a couple pills and a glass of water, and threw the medicine back. Burt glanced over to his son from his seat in the living room and shook his head at how the boy held his arm. Guilt began to crash down on him.

Kurt walked over to join his family in the living room. He took a seat on the arm of the couch closest to his dad's recliner where of course Burt was seated, and to the right of his sister Kate who sat on the sofa. Kurt waited patiently for his father to say something. He couldn't really define the look on Burt's face right then, but it wasn't one that he liked.

Burt exhaled into both his hands and rubbed them along his face. "I don't even know where to start, Kurt."

He didn't. Apparently something happened to his son to cause him the pain he was in, there was a random girl in his room when Burt had rules against things like this, and worst of all the man was out of the loop on everything.

Kurt decided he'd just explain everything to his father. It'd be the last time. He was done with causing the man pain. He was done with causing everyone he cared about pain.

"I…" he sighed, this wouldn't be easy. "I went out with some friends last night. Dave Karofsky showed up with a knife and pretty much attacked me. That's why I am bandaged up like this."

Burt looked at his son with angry eyes. "Where is Dave?"

"I don't know. We left him there." Kurt responded.

Burt sat back in his recliner determined to get the details. He was tired of being left in the dark in his son's life and this stopped now. "Who is 'we', Kurt?"

Kurt hesitated. He didn't want to mention Wes or Blaine because Burt would run right to Alice. And it wasn't even their fault at all. As usual, it was his. "Puck and I… just us."

Burt nodded. "So he stabs you and you two get away just like that?"

Kurt shook his head. He wasn't stabbed, more like cut deeply. And the story was not that simple.

"No, dad, … we got into a fight with Dave and his friends and he slashed me in the process. … We managed to fight back and get away before the cops came."

Burt shook his head and once again placed it in his hands. Kurt could see a tear falling down his father's face and he realized once again how much of a loser he was, and how much everyone was right. Briana's words from a few days ago rang in his head:

You on the other hand will end up alone after you push everybody who gives a fuck away.

The heifer was spot on.

"Kate, can you give dad and I a minute?"

Katelyn didn't even look at her brother. She only nodded and went up the steps. Kurt turned to Burt who wiped at his eyes and stared straight ahead. The door to Kate's bedroom closed and Burt began to speak. "I'm going to lose you, aren't I? And it's going to be my entire fault. Because I failed as a father-"

"No, dad… you won't. I'm finished with all of that I won't do anything like it again I swear –"

"You're out there and I have no clue where you are or what you're doing or with whom you do it with… in fights constantly, and don't think I don't know about the smoking or the drinking. I smell it all over you most nights when you come in here. You're running from the cops… you have random girls in my house. God, Kurt… I know I've disappointed you and Kate –"

Kurt felt like complete and utter shit. "No dad, don't blame yourself… It's my own fault… I know how stupid I was and am… but I've learned from my mistakes."

Burt almost couldn't believe his son's words. Any other time he'd approach Kurt about something like this the boy would shrug and smirk, grab his car keys and be gone for the day. Now he was showing repentance.

"You aren't still messing around with Xavier are you, son?"

Kurt hesitantly shook his head but decided to be honest. "No… I did see him yesterday but it wasn't with the intention of getting involved with him again –"

Burt looked at his son seriously. "I don't want you near him."

"I know dad. I know."

Burt stood up and went into the kitchen, pouring himself some coffee. Kurt followed behind him sadly hoping his dad would believe him. It was a long shot with the boy's track record but he was determined to prove himself.

Burt adjusted his hat on his head as he faced his son. "What's up with the girl upstairs? You know I have rules."

Kurt stared at his dad blankly. "Dad, I'm gay."

"I still have rules, son. Those rules do not change because you aren't involved with that person. I just don't want any one in my house overnight, especially when I am unaware…"

Kurt nodded but gave an explanation. "Yes dad. Her name is Christie- she helped me out with this," he motioned towards his left arm, "and she's experiencing a hard time. But it won't happen again. We'll be out of here soon. I was just watching out for her, you know?"

Burt placed his coffee mug down and nodded at his son understandingly. He truly did have his mother's heart. "Okay, Kurt. I have to leave for work. Where will you be today?"

"At Finn's." Kurt responded while trying to read his father's face. He wasn't getting much.

"Please stay out of trouble."

Kurt nodded.

"There's food so you and Katie get something and your friend too. I'll see you-"

Kurt grabbed his father in a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of the man's shoulder. Burt wasted no time reciprocating, his eyes becoming wet with tears again.

"I'm so sorry, dad."

Burt kissed his son's head and whispered to him, "I love you, Kurt… more than anything. We're going to be alright."

….

Blaine hadn't gotten any sleep after the gang arrived home. His mind flew everywhere; mainly stuck on whatever the hell had happened in front of his house with Kurt. It was so wrong with him being involved with somebody, but the more he tried to push it away the harder it came back.

Kurt.

Everything was Kurt. And it wasn't fair at all. Everything was those blue eyes locked on his lips and his hand placed in his own. It wasn't fair.

Blaine turned his attention to Wes who was still fast asleep in his sleeping bag, a little drool creeping down his chin. Blaine laughed and shook his head. He would have to make sure to make their remaining time special because he was going to miss his friend terribly.

It had been an hour and then some since they got home and it was a little after five in the morning. Blaine knew he needed to take a nap because he didn't want to look like shit when his boyfriend came. That wasn't ideal. Sebastian always looked hot as hell. But his mind didn't want to stop travelling. A noise scared the hell out of him, but he relaxed when he realized it was only his phone.

Go to sleep. –Kurt

Blaine raised an eyebrow as he typed out a reply.

How do you even know I'm awake? You stalker. –Blaine

I know you. Plus it was one hell of a night. It'd be pretty hard to sleep after that. –Kurt

Blaine nodded and licked his lips. He sent a reply and waited for his friend to answer.

I hated last night. I've never been so scared in my life, Kurt. –Blaine

I'm sorry. –Kurt

I know you are. I could see it in your eyes. Just please, please stop. Okay? –Blaine

Blaine placed his phone on his chest and closed his eyes. Kurt was sorry, but would sorry make him want to do better? That was the question.

I'll try my best. That's a promise. –Kurt

Are you excited for later? –Kurt

Kurt sent the text so fast Blaine wasn't able to reply to the previous one. He somehow knew Kurt would bring up the date with Sebastian if it could even be called that. Honestly they would just be longing around watching a movie, right? But Kurt needed his own relationship because he was a little too invested in Blaine's. The freshman laughed at the thought. He knew damn well he didn't want that to happen. But it wasn't up to him.

I'm excited, but worried too. –Blaine

About? – Kurt

Well I've never had a boyfriend so I feel a little awkward. Sebastian is a lot more experienced. –Blaine

Blaine lay back waiting for a reply. He heard his sister walking through the house and thought about going to bother her but decided he was too lazy.

Okay. You're smart. Take your time. I doubt he's the type of guy that'll make you feel uncomfortable. –Kurt

Blaine agreed. They spoke about that on his birthday during that phone conversation, agreeing to slow their roll.

Plus any idiot can see that he likes you. He's not going to mess that up. He's not me. So relax. –Kurt

That was kind of sweet but the underlying message made the curly haired freshman a little sad.

No he isn't. That's what hurts the most to be honest.-Blaine

He waited to see if Kurt would respond but realized the response would probably make him even more torn. He typed another text.

So you like him now? – Blaine

Ha. I don't know how true that is. But I do like that he makes my dork happy. Right? –Kurt

So far he has, yes. –Blaine

Exactly. When that changes he'll have to hear from me. –Kurt

Blaine smiled.

I appreciate it but I can handle myself. –Blaine

It was more than a few minutes and still no reply from the bad boy. Blaine thought maybe he went to sleep. He began to get up with the intent of finding his iPod; maybe it could help him get some rest too. But his phone buzzed again.

About that incident out front, I'm sorry. Got lost in the moment. We're good right? –Kurt

It's okay. –Blaine

Is it? –Kurt

We should put it behind us and move forward. –Blaine

True. –Kurt

Blaine sat on his bed wondering how to shift the conversation to something lighter. He wondered about his friend, knowing she probably freaked the hell out after seeing her hurt brother.

How's Kate? –Blaine

A few seconds late Kurt replied.

She's fast asleep. I'll talk to her later. –Kurt

Okay. –Blaine

Get some sleep. I'm going to do the same. Have a good day and maybe I'll stop by tonight. Goodnight, B. –Kurt

See you. Goodnight. –Blaine

.

Sebastian had informed Blaine that he had the house to himself and his parent's wouldn't be home until that night. They decided against hanging out at Blaine's because he didn't want to disturb his mother who had just got in from work not too long ago and chose to instead spend the day at Sebastian's place. Wes didn't care either way. He just wanted to meet this guy.

The ride over in the sophomore's Range Rover was quiet at first, at least on Wes's behalf. He just wanted to see how the two interacted and it was different. Different from Blaine and Kurt because just like the boy said, they were always with each other, so they were more comfortable around one another. But Sebastian and Blaine weren't uncomfortable with one another, they just weren't as close. And that wasn't even in the physical sense.

The Asian freshman sat in the back seat texting his girlfriend and listening to the two talk in a hushed tone. Maybe Sebastian didn't want Wes to hear this, but his listening ears were turned all the way up.

"I heard Karofsky and the other guys were taken into custody for questioning and what not." Sebastian said to Blaine.

"Wow. I didn't know that." Blaine replied.

"Yeah." Sebastian replied. He was quiet for a few moments before continuing. "I don't know if you should hang out with those BBR guys, Blaine. Kurt's only going to get you into trouble."

Wes rolled his eyes.

"He's my friend though, Sebastian. All of them are. And he needs support, not neglect."

Explaining this to Sebastian was probably going to do nothing for Blaine. The sophomore didn't understand everything going on so he would just think Kurt was being a jerk because he wanted to. But there were reasons he behaved so foolishly. Kurt just needed help in understanding he wouldn't gain anything by pushing people away, but he'd lose even more. And he was finally starting to see this.

Sebastian scoffed at his boyfriend's words. "I'm sure he has tons of people that'll support him. Why is it that –"

"I'm one of those people, Sebastian. If that's a problem we should talk about this now. I'm not leaving him out to dry." Blaine stated clearly, looking over to the running back. Sebastian nodded in an annoyed fashion.

"Okay. I just don't want you hurt because of him, babe."

Blaine absentmindedly played with his bracelet. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about that."

Wes stared out the window, steadily listening in.

"So how was your Saturday?" Blaine asked curiously. They hadn't spoken that much except a few text messages.

"It was nice. I was in Westerville, saw a few friends." Sebastian said plainly, turning his car into a residential area.

"Sounds good. It's cool that you're still close with everyone." Blaine responded with a smile. Sebastian nodded. "Yeah."

Wes looked up between the couple curiously. "What's in Westerville?"

Sebastian was almost startled by the voice from behind him, lost in conversation and finally being able to spend time with his boyfriend. "My old school, Dalton Academy. It's a couple of hours away from Lima."

"Sounds expensive." Wes stated, turning his attention back to the window.

Sebastian laughed lightly. "That it was."

The ride was quiet the next few minutes. Blaine realized he had never been in the part of Lima they were. It looked to be a pretty well off section. Sebastian began whistling a tune… Uptown Girl was what it sounded like, but Wes interrupted again with another question.

"Why did you leave Dalton Academy if you don't mind me asking?"

Sebastian stopped whistling as he turned the car onto his block. "I don't mind at all. I got tired of it. Bored. It wasn't interesting enough for me, you know?"

Blaine listened as Wes questioned his boyfriend again. He wondered what his best friend was getting at.

"So does McKinley hold your interest?"

"It holds Blaine." Sebastian responded, "That's enough for me."

Blaine shook his head with a smile at the corniness. Sebastian was always such a mush over the freshman. It was cute.

"And if Blaine gets tired or boring will you leave him too?" Wes asked seriously.

Wait what the hell? Blaine thought.

"Wes!"

Blaine turned his body to his best friend who had an innocent look on his face. He shrugged as if he said nothing at all.

Sebastian looked caught off guard by the bluntness but composed himself and responded. "That's a fair question. I don't see that ever happening so it's not an issue, Wes."

"Okay."

They pulled into the driveway of a huge house. Blaine and Wes's mouths both dropped at the size of it. This guy must be loaded…

"Nice." Wes said as he climbed out of the vehicle. "Big place."

Sebastian locked the car doors as they approached his home. "Yeah. Parents are pretty wealthy."

"You don't say?" Blaine responded sarcastically, a smile playing at his lips.

Sebastian laughed quietly, opening the door to his house.

The group headed directly to Sebastian's basement where he often hung out for entertainment. Huge screen TV, surround sounds system, everything a teenager could want was in that room. Blaine looked around surprised; he had no clue Sebastian was living so lavishly. It reminded him of his place back in Laurens with his dad and how much he wanted to get away from all of that. But he was a big boy and could differentiate between the two.

Wes took a seat on a bean bag chair close to the screen while his best friend walked around the basement. He looked at the foosball table and smirked. That was one of his favorite things to play when he was younger.

Sebastian smiled at Blaine as he walked over to join him. "We have to play one day. And make the stakes pretty high…" he sent his boyfriend a wink.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh really? Like what?"

"We'll discuss that later." He walked over to the TV and Blu-Ray player and put in the loudest action movie he could think of... something that would distract Wes from him and Blaine.

Wes's eyes went wide with excitement when he noticed what movie was on. Sebastian smirked, turning the lights off in the dark basement. Blaine went to take a seat on the couch with a wide grin. Ryan Gosling… sweet.

"Nice! Driver… I wanted to see this movie! Ryan Gosling is so bad ass!" Wes all but shouted as he scooted closer to the screen and slouched on the bean bag chair.

"I know." Sebastian grinned, going to join Blaine on the couch. He pulled the freshman closer to him and placed an arm around him. Blaine leaned against him but kept his eyes glued on the screen.

They sat there pretty quiet, both freshmen practically attached to the movie. Sebastian was sure that he could scream 'FIRE' and neither of them would give a damn. He sat up slightly to whisper into Blaine's ear.

"I missed you yesterday, baby." Sebastian said as he nosed at the boy's earlobe.

Blaine smirked but ignored his advances. "I missed you too, hun. Now shh… this is good."

Sebastian laughed but ignored Blaine as well. He placed a soft kiss against Blaine's jaw. "I really mean it."

Blaine turned to face Sebastian and responded with a kiss to his lips. Sebastian was about to try and make it deeper when the hazel eyed boy pulled away. "I mean it too. If you wanted to make out you should've put on a boring movie, but you put on an amazing one. So please shut up so I can watch it."

"Quiet back there! This movie is awesome." Wes shouted; eyes still glued to the television.

Sebastian smiled and sat back, watching the film as well. He didn't fail to steal a few kisses from his distracted boyfriend from time to time.

….

"I think I came."

Sebastian and Blaine laugh at Wes's words. The movie had just ended and there was no denying Ryan Gosling was bad ass. Blaine thought he was drop dead gorgeous as well but that didn't need to be said out loud.

"I'm going to run to the rest room, hun." Blaine said getting up.

"It's upstairs and three doors on the left." Sebastian responded, watching Blaine as he made his way up the steps.

Wes pulled out his cell phone and responded to a text.

"So when do you leave?" Sebastian questioned him.

"Ouch." Wes answered with a smile.

"No, no," Sebastian recanted quickly with a laugh, "I just want to get you two back in time so you can make your flight."

"Kurt said he'd pick me up at 4. It's only 2:30 now so we have some time."

"Cool."

Awkward silence ensues…

Wes got an idea. "Well I could tell Kurt to pick me up from here since it's on the way to the airport. This way you and Blaine can have a little alone time."

Sebastian considered it. He couldn't figure Wes out. Did he like him or not? "Sounds good. Thanks for that."

"No problem."

Awkward silence ensues…

"So," Wes started. "I hear you play football."

Sebastian nodded. "Yes I do. Starting running back. Can I get you something to drink?" he headed to the mini fridge.

"I'm fine, thank you. How long have you been playing?"

Sebastian grabbed a beverage and walked back over to the couch. "Since the peewee days. I love the game."

Wes smiled with a nod. "Awesome."

"Do you play any sports?" Sebastian asked politely to make conversation.

"Baseball – third baseman. Basketball – Shooting guard. Mom says I'm too frail for football but I've always wanted to play."

Sebastian laughs. "There are guys on my team smaller than you."

"Exactly." Wes responds with a shrug.

Blaine comes back into the basement and took a seat next to Sebastian. "What you guys up to?"

"Just shooting the breeze…" Wes responds as he pulls out his cell phone. The couple began a conversation while he texted Kurt.

You think you can stop at Blaine's for my bag and pick me up from Sebastian's instead? –Wes

What happened? –Kurt

Nothing bad it's just that I want to give them some time alone without me here. –Wes

Well aren't you a little angel. –Kurt

Ha. No. I just don't want to be the third wheel. This is awkward. –Wes

I'll be there bro. Everything else okay besides that? –Kurt

Lol. It's like you want me to tell you something horrible. –Wes

Something fantastic is more like it. –Kurt

No, Sebastian didn't die. Sorry. –Wes

Damn it. Well I'll see you 4'sih bro. –Kurt

Haha. See you then bro. –Wes

"Who you talking to?" Blaine asked curiously. He and Sebastian had been arguing about Sebastian carrying his books the next day and what amount of PDA was acceptable for them. Blaine didn't think that was necessary. His arms worked perfectly. And yes people here were okay with him being gay, that didn't mean he felt the need to gay it up in their faces. But Sebastian wanted it to be known that he was with Blaine and other people should fall back. Other people.

"I was telling Kurt to come pick me up from here." Wes responded with a slight smile.

"Why?" Blaine asked.

This time Sebastian spoke. "So I don't have to take you home so early and we can spend some time together." He leant over and placed a chaste kiss to Blaine's lips and he smiled. Wes smirked too. How friggin' cute.

"Awesome," Blaine said. "So what are we going to do now?"

"Well," Wes cut in before Sebastian could answer. "I have a few questions for Mr. Smythe. Best friend duties."

Blaine looked at him cautiously trying to warn him not to go too far but Wes never looked back. Sebastian raised an eyebrow but smirked. "Shoot."

Wes turned his body so that he was facing the couple. "Why do you like Blaine?"

The curly haired freshman mentally face palmed. This was going to be awkward to sit through.

Sebastian only smiled. "Simple enough. His smile, his eyes, his personality. He's smart and very spontaneous. And even though he should be down in the dumps he walks with his head held high."

Wes nodded and kept his initial thought to himself. He finally caught Blaine's eyes that were giving a warning glance but the boy ignored him. "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

"Florida." Sebastian stated plainly. "I want to go to Florida A&M. My father's alma mater. The scouts are already making noise about me and I'm a sophomore, so there's no doubt I'm a shoe in."

Wes nodded. "What if there's no football for you? Hypothetically speaking."

Sebastian looked taken aback by the question. There would always be football. Football was everything. Blaine waited patiently for a reply, interested himself.

"If that wasn't an option I guess I'd have to make my way to Cali. I've always been into the arts growing up but it took a backseat to sports. Acting is something that I love to do and that would be my plan B."

Wow, Wes thought, this guy shoots for the fucking stars.

"You couldn't do both?" Blaine asked him curiously.

"I suppose I could have." Sebastian replied, placing his hand in his boyfriend's. "But I'm the type of guy that likes to apply all of myself to one area."

Wes listened carefully. Apparently this guy put all of his chips into things that it was ridiculous to bet on and got bored easily. He wanted to get as far away from Ohio as possible and loved the spotlight. Interesting.

"Okay, last question." Wes started. "No football. No Hollywood. What happens?"

Sebastian scoffs. "There is nothing else. I have the resources to make it happen."

Daddy's money, Wes thinks. He pesters on anyway.

"Okay. So you lose a leg. There goes football and there aren't many roles for one legged actors. What do you do?"

Blaine's eyebrows shot up. "Wes, I think that's enough."

Sebastian didn't answer. He only looked at his boyfriend's best friend strangely. What the hell is up with this guy? He asked himself.

"Sorry. I was curious."

"Well what is it that you want to do?" Sebastian asked trying to subside the fire on himself.

"Engineering."

Sebastian nodded. "That's great. You seem smart."

Wes smiled at the boy's sly comment. "I'm smarter than people realize, Sebastian."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The sophomore asked with a smirk.

"It means I'm smart enough to see through people's bullshit."

"You have something against me man?" Sebastian asked, smirk still painted on his face.

"Not at all. Why would you think that?" Wes asked innocently.

Blaine spoke up, antsy to put an end to the back and forth. "Wes… what's going on with you?"

His best friend didn't reply; he only turned his body away again, his not sprained hand running through his hair. Sebastian stood up and went back over to his Blu-Ray's. "I'm just going to put another movie on."

"Cool." Blaine responded, still eyeing his friend.

Sebastian put on some other movie that wasn't nearly as good as the first. Wes lost interest after the first few minutes and pulled out his phone to play Tetris.

Blaine was still on edge because he wasn't too thrilled with his boyfriend's answers either to be honest. But they were things that the two could discuss. He didn't understand why Wes had to be such a jerk about it. "You okay?" he asked Sebastian who was staring at the floor, his arm back around Blaine's shoulders.

"I'm fine. I'd be better if you kissed me…" Sebastian smiled, turning his attention to the beautiful boy across from him. Blaine rolled his eyes but kissed Sebastian on the cheek, eliciting a 'C'mon babe' from his jock boyfriend. He laughed and told him to wait until later on for anything more. Sebastian bit his lip and nodded. It better be worth the wait.

Did he die yet? –Kurt

Wes laughed as he shot out a reply.

No he didn't. But I am not feeling this guy at all. –Wes

I'd kick his ass but I promised Blaine I'd stop being bad. –Kurt

You sound like an 8 yr old. –Wes

Ha. I acted like one too. Go figure. I'm about to leave Finn's though so I'll see you in about half an hour. –Kurt

Aight. –Wes

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Blaine and Wes stood near the passenger side of Kurt's Pontiac exchanging a long goodbye hug. It was so hard to do because who knew when they'd see each other again? One thing was true though- they'd miss each other greatly.

Kurt sat on the hood of his car waiting for the two to finish so he could drop his new friend to the airport. He didn't want to watch because they needed their privacy. Also… it hurt seeing Blaine sad. As bitch made as it sounded, he didn't want to see him sad. Damn Hummel, you've lost it. He thought as he shook his head.

"I'll call you as soon as I get in. Love you boy." Wes said as he mused his best friend's hair playfully.

Blaine smiled, pushing him away. "Love you too, kid."

Kurt looked up and caught eyes with Sebastian who was watching everything from his doorway. The jock smiled at the bad boy, motioned to Blaine, and winked. Kurt felt himself getting angry but decided to play along instead. That's just what the ass didn't expect him to do anyway. He motioned to Blaine as well, and then pointed to himself, made sure Sebastian was watching carefully, and made an obscene gesture with his hand to his mouth. Sebastian started fuming and Kurt smiled, hopping off of his car and going to get inside. The boy said 'see you tonight' to Blaine and then hopped in his car. Blaine who was unaware of what was going on waved back to Kurt happily and then once more to his best friend before rejoining his boyfriend at the door. Sebastian looked angry and Blaine didn't understand why exactly.

"What's wrong, Bas?" Blaine asked concerned.

"Come inside." He told him. Blaine listened, stepping inside the house and turning around. Sebastian locked the door and walked over to his living room couch.

"Okay…" the freshman says. He was expecting the boy to automatically say what was bothering him, not to go and pout on his sofa.

"Are you still messing around with that guy?" Sebastian asked.

Blaine raises both eyebrows in shock at what he was just asked. "No, I'm not! Why would you even ask that?"

Sebastian didn't answer but he was still fuming, foot tapping rapidly against the hardwood floors.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

"He's out there signing messages to me about you two… I hate the fact that he has anything to do with you."

Blaine shook his head walking towards his boyfriend. How many times would they go over this in one day? And there hadn't even been a whole week in their relationship. "Well he does and you already knew that… far before you even asked me to be your boyfriend. If Kurt is going to be this much of a problem for you just let me know now."

Sebastian stared up at Blaine and responded honestly, "I do not understand why you have to be his friend."

"Because I want to be. There isn't anything more to understand, Sebastian." He paused and looked around the house upset with the whole situation. "Can you just… can you take me home please?"

Sebastian threw his hands across his face and exhaled. This wasn't his plan for what would happen after Wes finally left, not in the slightest. Kurt was such a dick. "No… baby, don't leave… come here."

He grabbed his boyfriend's hand and pulled him close so that he couldn't protest. Blaine stumbled onto Sebastian's lap as they sat on the couch; the freshman now straddling the sophomore. Sebastian peppered kisses all along Blaine's neck as he spoke in between kisses.

"I don't like him. That's all." He said honestly.

Blaine laughed as he brought his hands up around the boy's body holding him close. "He doesn't like you either babe. Who cares?"

Sebastian smiled. "Kiss me."

Blaine stares into the boy's eyes and does just that, leaning in and connecting lips with the running back. Sebastian automatically takes advantage of it, enjoying the taste and feel of Blaine's lips pressed against his. He took both hands and placed them on either side of Blaine's hips trying to pull him flush against him while his tongue ran against the freshman's lower lip. Blaine smiled; his tongue peeking out as well as they began kissing more seductively and more passionately.

Sebastian bit back a moan as his hands began to roam, one palming Blaine's ass and the other running along the boy's thigh. Blaine placed a hand at the nape of his boyfriend's neck and pulled back. "Babe, we said we'd take it slow remember."

Sebastian nodded, reattaching their lips but not stopping his hands from roaming. The one stroking Blaine's thigh got higher and higher and Blaine pulled back again. "Bas. I'm serious. I don't want to rush this."

Sebastian smiled. "Damn. I'm sorry baby. You're so hot."

Blaine rolled his eyes, about to go in for another kiss when the sophomore's phone began to ring.

"Ignore that." he said, pulling Blaine's face close to his and reconnecting their lips. Their tongues danced together perfectly as the phone finally stopped. Blaine moved even closer to Sebastian and began to run his hands through the older boy's hair.

A moan escaped Sebastian's lips followed by a groan when his phone began to ring again. Blaine reluctantly pulled away with a smile. "Just take it."

Sebastian nodded, pulling out the phone. Romeo was the name that appeared on the caller ID. Blaine's eyes narrowed as he remembered who Romeo is. He looked over to his boyfriend who was sort of frozen still. Blaine crawled off of him so that he'd be able to go answer.

"I'll be just a minute." Sebastian said lowly as he went into the hall to answer it. Blaine sat back and let out a heavy breath. What the hell is that about?

….

"What was so bad about him, exactly?" Kurt asked with a smile. Wes was huffing and puffing about not being pleased for a whole five minutes. Kurt couldn't help but be happy. Now he wasn't the only one that felt Sebastian was a tool. He had someone on his team! Yay!

"I just… everything. He's nice yeah and I think he likes Blaine for Blaine. But I can tell he won't be able to commit. That's my honest feeling about the guy."

"What?" Kurt asked incredulously. "Are you kidding? That guy is a saint!"

"Maybe. But that guy's dreams are so far away from here he'll end up leaving Blaine in the dust to get them." Wes responded with folded arms.

Kurt raised his eyebrow in curiosity. What would make the boy feel that way? "Oh yeah?"

Wes was quiet for a while before he continued "My fear is that he'll leave Blaine wide open. He'll make him fall in love with his charm and how perfect he is, and then he'll graduate and leave the kid here devastated."

Kurt didn't like the idea of that at all. He'd never hurt him. Well never again. He didn't reply to Wes though. He simply stayed lost in his thoughts. A question from the southerner snapped him out of them.

"Why do you like Blaine?"

Kurt smiled. That was easy. It's what plagues his mind most of the damn day anyway. "Everything. I've never felt so connected to a person since I lost my mother. He understands me. He listens. He's not afraid to tell me when I'm wrong. He's showing me that I can change from this and he's the one giving me reason too." He paused, fighting the urge to drive right back to that dummy's house and claim what was his. That wouldn't end too well though. He continued, "I hugged my dad today. I can barely remember the last time we had a meaningful conversation before this morning. And I saw him smile at me like he used to. I wonder what I'd be doing right now if that dork hadn't come into my life. You know?"

Wes nodded. Now that was a motherfucking answer. "I know Blaine is a great guy and all but you're kind of taking up two lanes right now."

Kurt laughed and apologized. "Do you know how hard it is to drive with one arm? I've been using my right hand to reach over the steering wheel and signal. This is horribly awkward and dangerous."

Wes burst out laughing feeling bad for the older boy. He couldn't feel too bad. It had woke him up from his stupidity, so that was a plus.

"You graduate next year, right? What's next for you?"

Kurt shrugged. "I can't say I have a definite answer for that but I do have a general idea. For the most part I'll be heavily invested in BBR. You really need to hear us play. We make The Jezebels sound like The Wiggles." Wes laughed while he shook his head. "Besides that, I want to use my spare money to open another shop for my father. I may manage that when I'm not on the road."

Wes looked over to his friend. "You guys travel?"

Kurt smiled. "By then we should be. Sam told us some good news today, in between trying to get with Christie. I would tell you what it is but… no disrespect, I don't want to jinx it."

Wes smirked. "No. You just want to tell Blainers first."

Kurt shook his head. "Shit, am I that obvious?"

"Yupp." Wes answered with a smile.

….

"Everything okay?" Blaine asked as Sebastian reentered the room and took a seat beside him.

"Yeah." Sebastian answered, pocketing his phone.

"You do know I'm going to ask right?" Blaine stated plainly.

Sebastian sighed hoping this wouldn't be a big deal. "I saw him yesterday at Dalton. He asked if we could go back to being friends. I said okay. That's all."

Blaine nodded. "Alright."

Sebastian turned to face the curly haired teen. "You don't believe me?"

"I do, Sebastian." Blaine responded. "I trust you."

Sebastian nodded.

"So…" Blaine started. "Do you like my best friend?" He smiled widely, obviously aware that was probably a no.

"He's… protective. And I get the feeling that he and Kurt are kind of close."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, they sort of clicked from the jump." He smiled at Sebastian's annoyed face.

"Isn't that wonderful."

Blaine laughed. "You have nothing to worry about hun. I like you and that's all that matters."

Sebastian smiled and leant over to catch his boyfriend's lips. "I know baby. I know."

Blaine returned the kiss happily. "Good. Just out of curiosity… do you have anything else with Ryan Gosling in it?"


A/N: So who here still ships Seblaine and who here ships Klaine? I'm curious...

Response to the lovely pukaroxliza: Thank you for the review! Don't ever feel like you're offending me! I want to know what people are thinking, I say it time and time again and I'm serious. As for Christie, I brought her in to enhance Kurt's story. I don't intend for her to take over. But if it does seem that way in the future don't be afraid to let me know! Thank you for reading.

Mary, you're definitely spoiled. Lol.

Jessica, just thank you. I think you reviewed like every chapter and I appreciate it.

ToniCrosby, you came out the blue and reviewed both this and We Found Love religiously. You rock.

Mimi77 - Sophomore Year. Soon. Promise.

And to everyone else, thank you all tremendously. I'll try and update as much as possible, but school and work are plaguing me. Yucky. But like I said, continue to leave your thoughts. Most of your ideas go into this fic!

Until next time.

-nellie