Chapter 12

Sebastian was pissed. He had had a lovely evening pissing off Hummel and as he exited the disgusting establishment behind him, he was annoyed to find that his tires had been slashed and his windshield broken. Honestly, who decided to spend their nights trolling around the back roads of Ohio, wrecking cars? Granted his car was parked outside a known gay club, but still. How absolutely boring and mindless was your life that the only excitement you could find was driving 45 minutes out of town and destroying personal property.

It was also frustrating that Thad wasn't answering his phone. Dialing a new number, Sebastian let out a heavy sigh. He didn't want to call Henri, the boy was finally resting after pulling all those all-nighters. He appreciated that his roommate was such a hard worker, but at the same time, he thought it was a little much to be working this hard when they had midterms coming up soon. Then again, he shouldn't be talking since he was at a gay club.

The call connected, and although he didn't hear anything from the other end, he knew Henri was listening. The fact that Henri answered at all brought a smile to his face. "Sorry for waking you," he started.

A soft hum was his response.

"I ran into some trouble."

The silence was very telling.

"I didn't do anything! Honestly, I was the dictionary definition of a good boy tonight."

A small huff answered. He could hear the underlying laughter in that one sound.

"Well, maybe not perfect but I didn't do anything to warrant my car being trashed. Some asshole ruined my tires and broke my windshield. I can't drive this back to campus."

"Are you okay?"

Sebastian smiled again. A warm feeling spread through him at Henri's concern. "I'm fine. I was inside when these idiots decided to drop by. Can you wake Thad for me? I need a ride and I don't trust any cabbie that would be willing to drive this far out," he explained.

He could hear the door opening and then some loud knocking. It was convenient having his captain living across the hall. It also really helped that Thad could probably never say no to Henri.

"Henri what… are you okay?" Thad asked as he opened the door. "Phone? Is someone on the phone for me?"

"Hello?"

"Thad," Sebastian greeted. "I need you to pick me up."

"Why?"

Sebastian sighed heavily. "My car was trashed. I can't drive it in its current state."

"Oh… I guess… yeah… I can get you. Where are you?"

o.O.o

He didn't know how he got dragged into this. He had been sleeping, minding his own business, letting the world just roll on by without his input, when Sebastian had called. He had been worried. He had been out later than he said he would. To find out that his car was attacked hadn't reassured him at all. He was already half way to Thad's room when Sebastian asked him to wake the senior. Despite some of his actions, Sebastian was acting mature in this situation.

Thad then told him that if he had to go pick up his boyfriend's drunk ass, Harry had to go too.

"There a few things I'm unhappy about. One being that Sebastian's car was trashed. I mean what kind of world are we living in? There are gay people everywhere nowadays. Really popular celebrities are coming out of the closet all the time. How can there still be idiots in the world that feel so personally offended by someone else's sexual orientation that they have to go do this shit. It's not like gay guys are going around and rubbing their dick on every flat surface and shooting off fireworks."

Thad was in a very bad mood. As soon as they got in his car, he had been ranting. Harry was pretty sure it was part grumpiness from getting woken up and part one of his friends being the victim of a hate crime.

"If a guy breaks into your home and tries to shove his dick down your throat, then yeah get angry. Be upset! But if he's just minding his own business and keeping to himself, there's no reason to act like this. Sebastian better file a police report. They can try to ignore it but his dad is a lawyer. A lawyer that is right next door, they can't easily brush him off like he lives in some other country."

It seemed that these thoughts had been on his mind for a while. Poor Thad, this is probably how the whole revenge scheme with Sebastian started. He wanted someone to listen to him, and Harry walked away because he didn't care for it. Seeing something out the corner of his eye and wanting to distract Thad, Harry pointed it out to Thad.

"That looks like Blaine, hold on a second…"

Sure enough, walking along the side of the road with a gloomy look was Blaine Anderson. The poor boy was walking with his head down and a sad look on his face, the very picture of morose teenager.

Thad pulled to the side, just in front of the boy and stopped. "Blaine, what are you doing on the side of the road?" Thad asked. Harry opened his window a little to listen.

"Thad!" Blaine happily cried. "What are you doing in these parts?"

Thad grinned at the enthusiastic greeting. "I was just going to go pick up Sebastian. Did you need a lift? I can drop you off after I get my teammate."

"Oh you don't need to do that… I wanted to clear my head so I thought a walk would be good," Blaine tried to politely reject his offer.

"Blaine, it's too late at night to be wandering alone in the dark. Sebastian's car was vandalized earlier. Those jerks could still be driving around. Please let me drive you home," Thad argued.

The former warbler seemed to hesitate before he slowly nodded. "Alright, it would be nice to catch up. I haven't seen you lately."

"Great, hop in."

Blaine easily slipped in the back and seemed surprised to see Harry there. "Hi Beaumont, how have you been?" He asked as they pulled away from the curb.

Thad laughed. "You know how he is. He just finished his latest collection for the Fashion Show. They are going to be amazing this year. You need to come by for the show," Thad bragged for him.

"That sounds great. You're probably exhausted, I bet. When is the show? I will try to drop by."

"I'll text it to you. So why were you walking home?" Thad asked.

Blaine's mood dropped again. "Well its… I had a fight with Kurt."

Harry perked up. This sounded interesting. If he was going to be dragged out of his bed late at night, then at least he could have some entertainment.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Should I? I know that you don't like Kurt a lot, I don't want to force you to listen to me," Blaine tried to refuse.

"Dude, you are my friend. Friendship is all about helping each other and listening to each other's troubles," Thad explained. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here, if not, just know that if you change your mind, I'm only a phone call away."

Blaine seemed to think about it for a moment. "Artie, the director of my musical he said something to me the other day. He thought that it was hard to connect to my Tony because I didn't understand sex. He told me to sort it out," Blaine started.

"Having sex is a big decision. I hope you aren't thinking about doing it just for the musical," Thad cautiously asked.

"No, no!" Blaine quickly denied. "At first I thought I could just get it out of the way… but I don't think I'm ready. I want to do more than just hold hands and kiss with Kurt, but I'm not ready to go that far yet. When I was trying to talk to Kurt about it, at first he thought I didn't find him sexy or anything and that I didn't want to have sex with him. I told him he was wrong, and now he thinks I'm some great pervert. He says all I talk about is sex and that I'm pressuring him. I would never pressure him!"

Harry wanted to laugh but he knew it would make the situation worse. Blaine was like a gardener. He was sweet, gentle, and patient with all the plants in his care. He took care of them, nurturing them to full maturity. Replace plants with people, and that was Blaine Anderson. The kid could give dentists tooth rot with how sweet he was. Just thinking about him pressuring anyone into doing something they didn't want to do was hilarious.

"What happened tonight? Did you two fight over this?" Thad probed.

"I… I just wanted more!" Blaine let out an explosive sigh. "Tonight was great. I felt relaxed for the first time in a while and I just wanted to kiss my boyfriend. I wanted us to physically enjoy each other's company but he didn't want the same things. He said I was drunk and that he wasn't attracted to me. He accused me of spending the whole night with another guy. He implied that I only want him for sex."

Harry couldn't hold it in anymore. He snorted at that sentence. Thad shot him a bemused look. Taking pity on the duo, Harry attempted to sign what he meant. He should have brought pen and paper with him but he didn't anticipate running into Anderson. He even left his phone back in his room.

"So are you going to tell us what that meant or do we have to wait until we pick up your translator?" Thad asked.

Huffing at the two, Harry turned in his seat to face Hummel. "Hummel is as sexually attractive as dried seaweed in a cardigan." He may be biased considering his roommate but in his opinion, Hummel had nothing going for him. "10 seconds in his presence could turn off most people. His gaudy flamboyant fashion screams high maintenance and a total lack of regard for other people's eyes. The fact that you have managed to date him for such a long time, means either you have gone completely colorblind but are too proud to tell anyone, or your eyes were poor to begin with." He may be a little mean in his thoughts but he was grumpy. "No offense" he tacked onto the end just in case he upset Anderson. He wouldn't be too mean.

Thad laughed loudly at his words. "Don't take his words too harshly Blaine. He's dating Sebastian and well… you know what he's like."

Blaine's eyes went wide for a second before he started to blush and look guilty. "Oh… I didn't know Sebastian was dating someone…"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're also too nice. A man could strip down, lay on your bed with his legs spread wide with a sign telling you to enter him, and instead of jumping like you should, you would first offer him a hot beverage and ask how his day is going. Hummel is an idiot if he thinks you or anyone want him just for sex."

They were saved from anymore conversation as Thad turned into a parking lot. Sebastian was waiting for them as he scowled at his car. The poor thing looked so broken as it rested on its rims. Thad pulled to a stop and Sebastian waved at them as he approached.

"Thad, Anderson, Darling. Nice to see you all," he greeted them.

Thad shook his head, Anderson gave a shy smile and wave and Harry just ignored him. He wouldn't give the jerk the satisfaction of his attention.

Sebastian slipped into the backseat and they were off.

Thad couldn't keep his mouth shut though.

"So Blaine has been blushing like a schoolgirl at the mention of your name. What did you two do at the club?" He asked.

Harry watched in the rearview mirror as Sebastian smirked. "I just showed Blaine a good time."

That comment was too much for the former Warbler. "Sebastian! It wasn't like that at all. All we did was dance, I swear!"

"No need to justify yourself. It's not like Hummel is here to be jealous," Sebastian pointed out.

"But your boyfriend is!" Blaine was starting to sound a bit high pitched. Harry hoped that he turned that down. He didn't want to lose his hearing.

"Henri…" Harry sent the boy a look but didn't maintain it. As soon as he stepped into the car he could smell the cheap cologne that didn't belong to Sebastian all over him. He got up to something in that bar. "Henri, didn't we agree to be exclusive? I didn't do anything you would disapprove of."

He already did. He didn't like that Sebastian wanted to go and piss off Hummel by going to a gay club. He didn't like that Sebastian clearly hung off of Anderson all night. He didn't like that he had to pick him up late of night smelling like someone else. He didn't like all the games and manipulations.

Sebastian sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

He wanted him to tell Blaine everything. The junior shouldn't have to be toyed with. He deserved to know what they were doing. "Tell him."

o.O.o

Kurt was in a bad mood. It was happening a lot lately. Since he been to the disgusting club with Blaine and the Pelvic thruster, he had been having troubles with his boyfriend. He didn't understand what Blaine was doing. First, he tried molesting Kurt in the parking lot, drenched in bad beer, sweat, and whatever filthy fluids Sebastian carried. Then, the next morning when he expected Blaine to turn up with apologies and presents, his boyfriend never came. When he called later, Blaine gave him excuses like 'hangovers', 'family obligations', and 'homework'.

He was getting tired of constantly having to reign in his boyfriend. Why did Blaine find it so difficult to love and adore him, and him only? Kurt needed to correct Blaine's wandering eye, and his apparent lack of respect. Kurt should have woken up to Blaine bringing him breakfast and a look of remorse.

Third, Blaine was more distant of late. Maybe he was trying to fix his deplorable behavior from before when he was too handsy. Maybe he was trying to demonstrate to Kurt that he was giving him space so that he could control how fast their physical relationship would progress.

The problem with Blaine being so sweet was that they barely touched anymore. He would allow Blaine to hold his hand in the past, or during glee club they would sit close so that occasionally their legs would brush. After school when they retired to Kurt's house they would exchange a few chaste kisses, but now none of that happened. Nowadays Blaine would go to rehearsal, and then go home. He said it was because he needed to do homework and with all the work he was putting into musical he was falling behind. Kurt didn't entirely believe him. After all, he was also in West Side Story and his schoolwork was perfectly manageable. His dodgy boyfriend was putting him in a bad mood and it needed to stop.

A faint chime knocked Kurt from his thoughts as he pulled his cell out. There was one bright side to going to Scandals. Meeting Dave there had started something, unique. All night long Dave lavished him with attention. He compliments he bestowed on Kurt were amazing. He knew Dave had liked him before, but the details he remembered about Kurt were amazing. Dave even remembered that Kurt looked best in blue. All shades brought out his stunning eyes and Dave mentioned that a few times.

They had taken to texting each other often.

Like now for example. Dave was wishing him luck for opening night. Smiling slightly, Kurt texted him back a naughty little number. He complained about his costume and then asked if Dave would like to help him remove it later…

Dave replied instantly asking to tell him the time and place and Kurt couldn't help but laugh. Dave was just so eager and willing to please. Blaine had been like that at the start, willing to do anything Kurt wanted. If he had asked him to quit the warblers for him, he would have. Then Beaumont happened. That damned French twig had done this to his Blaine. He made Blaine wary of him and his intentions. If he could implant Dave's attitude into Blaine's perfect body, then Kurt would have the perfect boyfriend!

"Kurt, Artie wants everyone to gather before we raise the curtain," Rachel pompously told him. He couldn't wait for this to be over. She was sitting much too high on her horse since getting the lead.

Rolling his eyes, Kurt put his phone away and went to join the rest of the cast.

Arties speech was… boring. Rachel's speech was boring, all of it was very boring. Everyone was nervous and excited and Kurt just wished for it all the end. The curtain was raised, he watched from the wings, but all he really wanted was to text Dave back.

Peeking through the side curtains, Kurt was annoyed to see Sebastian sitting in the audience. He was sitting with his little gang of lint free blazers and it pissed him off even more. Giving up any pretense of caring, Kurt fled back to the dressing area and grabbed his phone.

"I don't think I can keep the police uniform, but I have other clothes to I need assistance with. Tonight in the McKinley boys locker room?"

Kurt smiled as he sent the text. It was funny that he would invite Dave back to the place he first kissed him.

"Kurt!" Tina cried as she came rounding the corner. "You're on in 30 seconds, what are you doing back here?"

Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes again. The whole glee club was acting like this musical mattered. No one cared about it. The only people who did was the cast themselves, and some of the parents. "I'm coming!" he shot back. Well if his plan went smoothly, he would be coming in more ways than one.

o.O.o

Sebastian smiled fondly as he watched Henri scurrying about. The designer was so cute as he fussed with all the outfits. It was a couple minutes to show time, and Sebastian couldn't wait. He was looking forward to strutting his stuff down the runway. He was also proud to model Henri's hard work.

Catching Henri's arm as he attempted to fuss over Thad again, Sebastian pulled him close and wrapped his arms around his… exclusive friend. "Calm down, darling. Everything will be okay." He tried to reassure him. Henri sent him a nervous look and Sebastian couldn't help but kiss him. He was adorable when he was anxious. He could finally feel Henri relaxing in his arms.

"I've been thinking…" he started. Henri leaned back a little and gave him a dubious look. "I think a lot you know," he pointed out.

Henri raised an eyebrow. "Yes, plotting does count as thinking." Henri huffed but cuddled back into him. It was a warm feeling that spread through him at such an action.

"I agree that we should tell Blaine what is going on. Manipulating him will only ruin his friendship with the Warblers, and as much as I hate to admit it, he's too nice to hurt." He had put a lot of thought into it. Henri wanted him included and I was the best plan of action He was tired of going through weekly reports of boring gossip related to Hummel. But one tidbit he received lately did make things more interesting and was what really prompted to finally tell Blaine.

His little spy did more than just play background music for the glee club. He was also a member of the orchestra during West Side Story. Apparently, his spy had been in school late that evening, doing whatever he was doing, when he spied Hummel meeting a boy in the locker room. Dave Karofsky was the person who drove Hummel from McKinley, and now they were meeting in the locker room. The picture his spy sent him was…It honestly disgusted him that Hummel was willing to cheat on Blaine with such a baboon looking man.

He couldn't even fathom making out with someone other than Henri when they decided to be exclusive. Even before their agreement, Sebastian found it hard to appreciate another with Henri nearby.

"Thad and I will both tell Blaine the truth. I have a plan and with his help, I firmly believe it will work."

Henri leaned up and placed a light kiss on his chin before he was pulling away from Sebastian completely. That was as much of an encouragement he would get from Henri on the matter. With barely a blink of an eye, Henri was back to fretting and had cornered Thad in a corner and was slapping the older boy's hands away from his crown.

He would be upset that he lost Henri's attention, but his exclusive friend was just so adorable when he was manhandling others.

o.O.o