Hey guys! Here is the Sebastian chapter I've promised you. It's pretty small, but it features a bit more of his life. Also features Klaine, Karofsky, and Warbler!David! Please read&review. And if you havn't already told me, please tell me again: Sebtana or Brittan/&Sebofsky?
Sebastian leaned back in his seat, aimlessly doodling all different kinds of things in the margin of his notebook. When it came to his schooling, Seb had always been a good boy, who paid attention and did well. But when it came to French class, it was an entirely different experience. Unlike the rest of the students who were taking notes, paying attention, and trying to learn what the teacher was saying, Sebastian did the exact opposite. Hardly ever any notes taken down, he spent his time drawing, snoozing, and daydreaming.
Their teacher, Ms. Delacour, disproved of this ethic, but said nothing. After all, he did his homework, got A's on all his test and pop quizzes, and passed the midterm with flying colors time and time again. Some say he was a genius, but the real truth was when you grow up with a French grandmother, you tend to pick up a few words here and there. He had never needed a tutor, though he rather enjoyed the one his father hired while he was saying with him in France over the summer. Jean-Luc was very helpful when it came to oral communication; that Sebastian had studied many, many times.
When the bell had rung for dismissal, Seb tossed his notebook into his backpack, pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, and headed for his dorm. Sure, it was pretty tacky to wear sunglasses indoors, Sebastian could totally pull it off. He walked with the utmost about of pride and swag as he walked through the halls, lifting his glasses only once to wink at one of the cuter freshmen.
Opening the door to his room, Sebastian greeted his roommate with an uninterested "Hey," before going to his side of the room, lying back onto his bed. His roommate and fellow Warbler, David, sat at his desk, typing away at his computer. The young boy waved shortly, but said nothing. "Working on some more fan fiction?" Seb teased, grinning as he looked towards his sealing, where he had placed a giant poster of Ryan Gosling.
"Ha ha. Bite me, Smythe." David replied bleakly, keeping his eyes on the words he was typing.
"I could, but it's gonna cost you." Seb told him, his tone lame and tired.
"Don't you have anyone else to annoy before Warbler rehearsal?"
"Of course there is, but Thad is out sick and you know you're my favorite." David rolled his eyes, letting out a small sigh as he clicked save on his document and closed his laptop. "Awe, what's wrong, David? Come talk to Uncle Sebbie." Sebastian cooed mockingly at his friend.
Standing to his feet, David grabbed his jacket and pulled his carrying case out from under his bed. Placing the computer inside, he snapped it shut. "I'll be at the library, see you at rehearsal." After receiving a small wave from Seb, David took his leave.
Smiling triumphantly, Seb pulled out his phone and scrolled through the names. Finding the one he wanted, he pressed send and held the phone closely to his ear. It rang twice before being picked up. "Dave Karofsky speaking."
"Ooh, how formal." Seb whispered into the phone.
"Who's this?"
"What? Don't recognize my voice, BC? Maybe if you stopped pushing me away and danced with me you'd want more of it."
"Sebastian?" Dave shouted automatically on the other end. "How the hell did you get my number?"
"I have ways." Sebastian told him. "Doing anything tonight?"
"What's it to you?"
"Because, Karofsky, I'm bored. And what better than to get un-board with someone I like? What do you say? Dinner? We can share desert in the back of my car, if you catch my drift."
"Sounds tempting, Smythe, but I'm gonna have to pass. I got shit to do."
"How about just coffee then? I know a great place. You and I could get together, maybe talk a bit."
"You don't seem like the talking type, Sebastian." Dave told him bluntly.
"I'm all kinds of types," Sebastian flirted. "What's yours? Wait! Don't tell me. Lemme guess. Short, sweet with a bit of sass, and a major in Gagaism."
"Wrong. Now it's my turn. Anything with a penis and a pulse?"
"Correct. Meet me at the Lima Bean in an hour to collect your prize."
"I said I'm busy."
"Not enough to keep you from me. I'll see you then."
"Sebastian I-" Seb hung up the phone before Dave could finish. Placing it on his mattress, Sebastian groaned softly as he came to his feet. Walking to the mirror he hung upon the wall, Seb looked at his reflection, smiling greatly as ran his fingers through his hair. He'd get Dave to come around sooner or later. They all do.
An hour and twenty minutes later, Sebastian sat waiting at the Lima Bean. He tapped his fingers peevishly against the table, looking down at his watch every now and then, checking the time. He didn't like to wait around for people, but it was obvious he had been stood up. This did not suit him well. Sebastian Smythe does not get stood up. If anything, he's the one doing the standing up, not the other way around. Not wanting to stay any longer and deal with the shock and awkwardness of what's happen, Sebastian stood from his seat, ready to take his leave.
He already had his foot out the door when he noticed two very familiar young men sitting alone in the corner, drinking their coffee, and talking away. Checking his watch, he realized he still have forty minutes to kill until practice started. With a small curl of the lips, Seb made a B-line for them, hoping to have a little fun.
"Well, isn't it my favorite little couple." Sebastian said, breaking into Kurt and Blaine's conversation. "This seat taken?" He asked, not even bothering to wait for an answer before pulling up a chair. Turning his head, Sebastian checked Blaine up and down slowly. "Looking good, Blaine. Did anyone ever tell you that you totally have the looks to be an Abercrombie & Fitch model?"
Blaine sat straight in his seat, looking down at his hands to avoid any eye contact. "No, actually. I can't say that they have." He muttered quietly.
Sebastian looked across to Kurt, who cleared his throat loudly, attracting attention like always. "You look good too, Kurt. Love the sweater. Did your grandmother knit that herself?"
Kurt chuckled softly, obviously taking Sebastian's sarcasm in stride. "It's a Vera Wang actually." He stated.
"Female clothes." Sebastian nodded understandingly. "I'm not shocked, I must admit."
"Fashion has no gender, Smythe. You would know that if you wore anything other than your school uniform and those stupid stripped collar shirts that only a chain-smoking actor in a Saturday morning children's special would wear."
Sebastian leaned back, cocking a brow. "That seems a little crude, doesn't it?" He questioned, folding his arms across his chest.
"You're one to talk." Kurt spat back.
"Kurt," Blaine spoke softly. "Remember what Santana said." He warned.
Kurt sighed, giving Blaine a look, initiating they shared a secret; one in which Sebastian was absent from knowing. "Fine." He breathed. "Sebastian, it was a pleasure seeing you, but we have to run now." Standing to their feet, the two prepared to leave.
Sebastian thought about what Blaine had said and the mention of Santana's name brought him back to what she said the last time he was at the café. Sebastian sat straight, smirking greatly as he stared daggers into Kurt's head.
"That was some ruse you created, by the way."
"What are you talking about?" Kurt said impatiently.
"Don't play dumb. I know you set it up. Got your little Latina friend to contact me and tell me some crack of bull sob story about how I got her pregnant. And here I thought you were more clever than that, Hummel."
"It's not some sob story, Sebastian. Santana is pregnant and with your child." Kurt told him sternly.
"Yeah, and Blaine here is the Easter bunny. Guess that makes you the tooth fairy, Kurt."
"They're telling the truth, Sebastian." Blaine piped in. "Why would they lie about something like that?"
"The same reason everyone lies, Anderson. For attention and worth. Now, I hate to break it to you, Kurt, but I don't sleep with girls, so its impossible for me to have impregnated Santana. The way I see it is that it's either a cover up to hide who the real father is or some ploy you two made up to poke fun and try to start drama."
"And the way I see it, Sebastian, is that the night of the party, you were highly intoxicated and seeing as there was no willing men for you do sleep with, Santana was an open exception to your 'no girls' rule. She's forgot to take her birth control pill and you were too buzzed to remember the condom. So you did the deed and woke up afterwards, totally forgetting about the sex even happening. And now almost two months later, she's coming back to you, and instead of being a man and taking on your responsibility, you slapped the invisible door in her face and pretend to have nothing to do with it."
Pulling his bag over his shoulder, Kurt took Blaine's hand in his, beginning to take their leave. "But that's just a theory. Have a nice life, Sebastian. I hope it's exactly was you want it. Dark, lonely, and depressing. Because that's exactly what you deserve you snot nosed, pompous little ass."
Sebastian said nothing as he watched the two young men walk out of the café. It was the second time someone had talked with such meaning and anger, and strangely enough, all because of the same topic. He tried not to let Kurt's words or so-called-theory get to him as he headed back to Dalton. When it came to Warbler practice, no thoughts except the lyrics to the song and the dance moves to the routine were allowed. This was their year to make it to the gold, and Sebastian wasn't going to let some stupid pregnancy conspiracy get in his way of that. This was his year; he could feel it.