A/N: Tiny bit of a filler chapter, partially because I wanted a build up before the Sebastian and Blaine conflict. And partially because I felt the need to bring Niff and Puck back for a while. No Kurbastian interaction here, and I apologize for that. But there's a reason. (And believe me when I say this, I never thought I would EVER use this plot device in any of my fanfics, and it's slightly vague for a reason.)

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Tuesday came, and Kurt was fairly certain that Sebastian was hiding something from him.

Something that involved one Trouty mouthed Sam Evans, who could never really hide anything from Kurt, no matter how much he tried.

"Sam, is there some reason why you fidgeted when I asked you if you had talked to Sebastian?"

Kurt watched Sam swallow nervously before he answered, "No."

"Don't make me 'Bitch, please' you. I know he's doing something with Jeff and Nick tonight. He already told me that much. What I don't understand is why you and Noah seem to be involved now. How did Noah get involved?" Kurt crossed his arms in front of him and glared.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Kurt," Sam shoved some potato chips into his mouth and he stared vaguely at the television.

"I doubt that very much, Trouty."

Sam looked over at him, and he tried for the innocent expression that had once made Kurt weak in the knees. At the moment, all Kurt wanted to do was smack the information out of his pretty little head.

"Puck and I are hanging out tonight. That's all. I have no idea what your boyfriend has planned," Sam turned away to look at the television again.

"You are a sorry excuse for a liar, Sam. Why do you even try?"

"I'm offended by that, Kurt. I lie just fine," Sam rolled his head toward Kurt and grinned.

"So you admit that you're lying then?"

"Fuck," Sam wiped his hand on his pants.

Kurt preened at the confirmation that he was, yet again, right. "That's what I thought. Now spill."

"I'm not spilling anything, because I don't know anything," Sam denied with a slight grin.

"Finn!" Kurt yelled at his step-brother, who was in the kitchen going back for seconds on his snacks.

"What?"

"What's Sam hiding from me?" Kurt shouted.

"How the hell should I know? Neither one of you tell me shit," Finn yelled back.

"He's right you know. That was a pretty lame attempt at investigation. Who's going to trust Finn with anything important?" Sam mocked him.

"It seems I'm getting rusty on my interrogation skills. A year ago, I'd have had you flat on your back and singing like a canary," Kurt grinned.

"I'm so going to tell Sebastian you were thinking about getting me flat on my back," Sam laughed as Kurt stalked out of the room.

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"Okay, so now you know the plan," Sebastian smirked at Nick and Jeff, who were sitting on Jeff's bed in their shared dorm room.

"Kurt is going to kill you if you go through with this," Jeff responded as he stood and crossed the room to pick up his book.

"That's why he's not going to know about it. I've been texting him and talking to him on the phone, and that's what I'll keep doing for a few days. Kurt's best friend Sam is coming, and Sam asked another friend, Puck, to come. He's got insider knowledge. And you know what the rules state," Sebastian replied.

"Yeah, I know the rules. I was there when they were written. But still. Kurt hates the whole idea, and you know it. What will this accomplish other than pissing him off?" Nick leaned back against his headboard.

"Do you know what he said to Kurt? About why I'm with him?" Sebastian felt another flare of anger at Blaine when he remembered the last comment at the Lima Bean.

"What?" Jeff sat down and looked up at him.

"He told Kurt that the only reason I'm "screwing" him is because I can't have Blaine."

"What the fuck?" Nick sat up.

"Damn. I knew he had a complex, but that's just fucked up," Jeff replied.

"I don't even know what else he might have said, because they talked alone, and Kurt wouldn't tell me anything but that last comment. Because it's what set Kurt off. And he's obsessed with keeping me from doing anything that will get me in trouble with my father," Sebastian sat down on Jeff's bed and sighed.

"Well, that's good right?" Nick replied. "That he wants you and your dad to get along better?"

"Yes, it's good. But it's frustrating that he won't let me do anything to defend him," Sebastian lay down across the foot of Nick's bed.

"You've got it bad for him, don't you?" Nick asked quietly, with no trace of sarcasm or scorn.

"Shut up," Sebastian replied.

Jeff laughed, "Well if that's not a confession, then I don't know what is."

"Nick, shut your boyfriend up," Sebastian added and he rolled his head to the side to glare at Nick.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll get right on that," Nick kicked out at Sebastian's leg.

"Please. Like he could tell me what to do. I have him wrapped around my little finger," Jeff smirked, and Sebastian watched as Nick stared longingly at Jeff, not even bothering to disagree with Jeff's assertion.

"You are so fucking whipped," Sebastian laughed at Nick.

"You should talk. You're planning something you know Kurt is going to kill you for, and you're hiding it from him because you know the moment Kurt says no to your plan, you'll cave and do exactly what he wants again," Jeff rounded on him.

"Point taken," Sebastian nodded.

He wasn't even going to argue about it, because he knew it was exactly what he'd done at the Lima Bean. The moment Kurt used that fucking voice on him, he'd known he was a goner, and he'd have done anything Kurt said at that moment.

And that shit was just fucking annoying as hell.

"Oh my god, you are fucking whipped Sebastian!" Nick sat up and actually hooted with glee. "How the fuck did that happen?"

Sebastian glared at him. "I dislike you immensely. Have I ever shared that with you?"

"Fuck that. You adore both of us, and you know it," Jeff smirked down at him.

"I tolerate your presence. There is a difference you know," Sebastian smirked. "Although if you'd reconsider that threesome, I might be able to learn to like you."

"Yeah, like Kurt's going to let that happen," Nick smirked.

"Fuck. I can have a threesome if I want to," Sebastian replied, but he really didn't feel the confidence that should have probably come with that decision.

"But you don't want to anymore?" Nick asked with feigned sweetness.

"Shut up," Sebastian replied, closing his eyes. "You're getting on my nerves."

Jeff threw his head back and laughed, "Oh god. This is just too good for words. Alex is going to fucking flip over this."

"Alex is going to mind his own business, because you aren't telling Alex shit," Sebastian leaned his head up from his position on Nick's bed and fixed a glare on Jeff.

"I won't have to tell him shit. Because eventually Kurt will want to meet him, and then Alex will know, and you will never live this down," Jeff crowed.

"Why do I even come in here?" Sebastian lay back down, eyes closed, and directed the question towards the ceiling.

"Because we actually like you?" Nick replied.

"Another good point," Sebastian admitted.

The rest of the Warblers were still freezing him out over the slushie incident, and Thad and Trent were thoroughly 'Team Blaine' when it came to Kurt. He would be in even hotter water with the Warblers after tonight, he was sure.

A buzzing sound alerted him to a text.

From Clone: We're here. Visitor's parking lot.

From Sebastian: On my way to get you. Hang on.

"Sam and Puck are here. I'll be back in a few minutes."

It took a while to find them in the visitor's parking area, and when he did, they were standing there with some security officers.

Puck looked pissed, and Sam seemed to be trying to charm his way out of some kind of trouble. Sebastian grinned as he walked up, and he slapped Derek on the back as he approached.

"These boys with you, Seb?" Derek shook his hand.

"Yeah, these two are here to see me," Sebastian smiled. "Guys, this is Derek. He is the shit around here."

Derek smirked and looked over Sam and Puck. "Really Seb?"

Sebastian grinned, "Yes, really."

"Interesting," Derek let them through security.

Puck stalked past, "How the hell did Kurt sneak in to this fucking place?"

"Seriously. This place is like Fort Knox," Sam agreed.

"Kurt snuck in here? When?" Sebastian winked as he slipped Derek a tip, and he jogged to catch up with Sam and Puck.

"Last year. Before he transferred here. He snuck in and met Blaine on the stairs, or some shit like that." Sam replied.

"Because of me," Puck growled.

"What?"

"I'm the one that told him to spy on the fucking Garglers. If he hadn't, he'd never have met the Hobbit," Puck replied harshly.

"Ah. Okay. But how the hell did he do it? The security here is insane. I can pretty much do what I want because Derek's got my back. Without him, I'd have had to sign you in."

"Cause he's Kurt. He's like a fucking ninja or something," Puck replied with a shrug. "So you have that security guy on the take huh? Smooth."

"Why was he looking at us like that?" Sam asked as they walked toward the building housing Sebastian's dorm.

"Because he thinks I'm sneaking you in for a threesome," Sebastian paused for effect, hoping to hear the typical outraged straight guy defensiveness.

Puck looked strangely interested in the idea. Sebastian watched as he slid a glance over to Sam, and Sam grinned back at him. Their eyes met, and they started laughing.

"You two are straight, right?" Sebastian asked, looking back and forth between them. Puck shrugged, placing himself in the undetermined category, and Sam just nodded.

"So Smythe, how many balls can you fit in your mouth?" Puck nudged Sam as he asked.

Sebastian decided to just consider this his daily reminder that Kurt's friends were just fucking weird.

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"Jeff. Nick," Sebastian nodded to his friends as he walked back into their dorm room. "These guys are Sam and Puck, Kurt's friends."

Sam stepped forward and shook Nick's hand, and he nodded toward Jeff. "I'm Sam. Kurt liked you guys when he went here. He talks about you two."

"How is he?" Jeff asked quietly.

"He's good," Sam replied. "He's pissed at me, because he knows I know something, and I won't tell him."

"For once, I'm totally innocent," Puck smirked. "That feels good."

"You are never innocent. And Kurt knows you're involved, so don't get so cocky. You'll have to answer to him too," Sam shot him down with a glare.

"Fuck. He's going to cut me off again, isn't he?" Puck frowned.

"Cut you off?" Nick stared at him, bewildered.

Sebastian raised his hand to interrupt this particular train of thought. "It's not how it sounds. Believe me. You don't want to know what he means."

"I'm not ashamed, Smythe," Puck tilted his head in challenge.

"Then by all means, confess away," Sebastian smirked and gestured towards Nick and Jeff.

"Kurt lets me cuddle with him, but not when I make him mad," Puck shrugged and glared at the other two Warblers.

Jeff was suddenly very interested in the ceiling of their dorm room. The rest of the guys in the room stared at him.

"Please, like you don't all know that Kurt cuddles with you if you're upset about something," Jeff said defensively. "His cuddles cure shit. It's a proven fact."

"When did you cuddle with him?" Nick turned to Jeff.

"That night we had that big fight," Jeff said quietly, and Nick nodded slowly.

"It's true though," Sam nodded and sat down at the desk. "Kurt is an awesome cuddler."

"And this is now officially the gayest conversation I've ever been in," Puck snorted.

"I'm sorry, what did you say Sam?" Sebastian turned to Sam.

This one he was starting to get worried about. He could handle a cuddling history with Puck, and Jeff, and even the one with Blaine. But now Sam was admitting to insider knowledge about Kurt and his cuddling. That was unacceptable for a guy who had a big gay crush on Kurt. On his Firebird.

Sam grinned up at him. "I'm just stating a fact. That's all. I cuddle with Kurt all the time. So does Finn. Puck is a cuddling slut," Sam gestured to the Mohawked friend.

Puck nodded, clearly comfortable with his new title. "This is very true."

"I've cuddled with him, too," Nick admitted quietly and Jeff looked at him in concern.

"What the hell? Was he involved in some kind of Warbler cuddling orgy or something?" Sebastian replied.

"I'm unaware of any Kurt orgies, but when Kurt feels the need to cuddle you, it means shit is bad. And he goes out of his way to make you feel better. Even if he has to cancel plans or something," Sam responded.

Like throwing Sebastian out of his room when Puck needed him.

"Haven't you cuddled with him yet? Is that why you're pissed all the time?" Jeff smirked at him.

"Oh, he's done more than cuddle," Sam snorted.

"Clone!" Sebastian glared at Sam.

"I'm sorry!" Sam held his hands up in defeat. "I figured they already knew."

"Dude, that's kinda soon don't you think?" Puck glared at him, immediately defensive of Kurt.

"Puck, shut up," Sam replied. "It's none of our business."

Yeah, now Clone speaks up about sticking noses in other people's business. After he'd suggested that Sebastian and Kurt had slept together to everybody in the room.

"But that's not like Kurt," Puck argued. "Didn't he wait like forever before he slept with Hobbit?"

"How would you even know?" Sebastian glared.

This conversation was clearly getting out of control. He'd associated himself with biggest ragtag bunch of irreverent human beings ever to grace the earth.

"Really, Sebastian?" Jeff replied. "You and Kurt already?"

"I'm not discussing this with anybody in this fucking room!" Sebastian shouted.

"But you always tell us about your sex life," Nick replied with a pout.

"Not anymore I don't," Sebastian replied furiously.

"See, I told you, Sam," Puck grinned and slapped Sebastian on the shoulder. "He's fucking whipped."

Sebastian placed a hand to his forehead and sighed.

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They stood outside the door of the basement location of Dalton's Fight Club.

Kurt would kill Sebastian when he found out that he was challenging Blaine this way. But this was the only method he could think of that wouldn't involve police involvement, in order to respect Kurt's wishes that he not do anything to get into trouble.

Sebastian had joined the Club not long after he'd transferred, and it did provide a good release for tension occasionally. He wasn't a hard core attendee, not like Nick was. But Nick was determined to strengthen himself both mentally and physically.

Sebastian just liked to hit stuff every now and then.

He knew that Blaine, as a founding member of the Club, would be very skilled, so he was hoping to goad him into getting too angry to actually fight well. Sebastian didn't care enough to become skilled, and he, like Kurt, usually preferred words to get his anger out. But that wouldn't work in this situation. Not with Blaine.

He wasn't stupid enough to think he had enough fighting experience to completely trounce Blaine, even if the Hobbit was much smaller. That's why Sam was there, as his second pair of eyes.

Dealing with Warblers was like entering a lions' den, and Sebastian in no way considered himself saintly enough to survive that experience.

No, Sebastian was very much a sinner, and sinners took fucking back-up.

"Okay, how is this working now? And don't fucking tell me that you can't say shit about it outside of the basement," Jeff said.

"Chill dude. I am a founder, at another location of course. Founders get guest access to other clubs. It's an unwritten rule, but I've pulled the card frequently. That should get me in here," Puck replied.

"Sam gets in because he's my guest. Guests have to participate, no questions asked. So Sam will be there as a back-up for me," Sebastian responded quietly.

"This is why I would never let you join, Jeff," Nick wrapped his arm around Jeff's waist. "I don't want you getting hurt." Nick kissed Jeff on the mouth quickly.

"That's stupid. I'm just as strong as you are," Jeff argued.

"And you're important to me," Nick replied quietly. "So you need to stay out of there. You've never gone, and I don't want you going tonight, because you'll have to participate. I'm not going to stand there and let you get hurt."

"But you said you could step in for me, right?" Jeff asked. "So what's the problem?"

"Ideally, yes. But we need to make sure that Sebastian draws Blaine out first. If you're chosen, then we'll have to worry about you."

"If you don't let me go, I'm going to text Kurt after you go in, and I'll tell him everything you're doing," Jeff replied in a sing-song voice.

"Dammit, Jeff."

"Dammit, Nick. I can fight just as well as you can."

"This is serious, Jeff."

"I fucking know that, Nick."

"Shut up, you two. Can you not fight for like fifteen fucking minutes?" Sebastian glared at them. "You argue like a fucking married couple."

Sam snorted. "You have no business telling them that. Because how they argue," Sam pointed to Jeff and Nick, "is exactly how you argue with Kurt."

Sebastian glared at Sam, and then he extended the glare to include Jeff and Nick, who were now snickering beside the Clone. Puck was smirking again, and Sebastian felt a very bad headache forming behind his eyes.

Sebastian stretched his neck from side to side, and he felt a satisfying popping sensation. These people were going to make him crazy someday. "How do we know Blaine came tonight anyway?"

"I texted Thad, and he of course, did exactly what we wanted. He convinced Blaine to come watch him fight, and he nearly peed himself at the possibility that Blaine would come see him get all sweaty and bruised up," Nick smirked.

"Okay, let's go then," Sebastian knocked and was let in immediately.

He gestured for Sam to follow. Nick stayed back, but he and Jeff entered not too long after, and Puck came striding in as if he owned the place, which was probably how Puck walked into any situation.

It felt nice to know that there were people here who had his back. He'd done some stupid things, but he was getting pretty fucking tired of always being the bad guy. No matter how much he'd changed, some people at Dalton never saw him as anybody but the guy who'd sent Blaine to the hospital.

He scanned the room, and he didn't have to look very far. Blaine was on the other side, in the middle of a crowd of Warblers, and they were fawning over him again. Puck and Sebastian glanced at each other briefly, and Puck nodded. Sebastian turned to Sam, who gestured for Sebastian to lead them. Nick and Jeff hovered behind him, and Sebastian was pretty sure Nick was reaching levels of paranoia over Jeff's upcoming fight.

Nick wouldn't be able to step in for Jeff unless Jeff agreed to it, and Sebastian doubted he would. Nick had pissed him off too much during the argument. Sebastian had a feeling Jeff was going to willingly fight just to prove something to Nick.

Kurt would do the very same thing if Sebastian had suggested that he wasn't capable of taking care of himself. Well, he might not fight, but he'd definitely do something simply if Sebastian told him he couldn't. That was just a very Kurt-like thing for him to do.

Blaine caught sight of them, and he walked over to Sebastian, the Blaineford Wives followed him, proving they were solidly on his side.

"What the hell are they doing here?" Blaine nodded towards Puck and Sam.

"I could ask you the same. You don't go to Dalton anymore."

"I'm a founder, so I can return at any time," Blaine replied.

"Such a big shot. I'm sure the Warblers are happy to see you."

"That's not answering my question, Sebastian."

He was quite a sight with the back-up of all the other Warblers. It was like a scene out of the ridiculous garage dance off, when he'd shown up in all black, ready to fight over a fucking Michael Jackson song.

But now, when it was important, Sebastian would see how Blaine really felt. Was Kurt as important to Blaine as he was to Sebastian?

"It's simple. I'm here to challenge you, since you're so dead set on proving to the rest of the Warblers that you're such a big shot. And if you don't accept my challenge, then we have Sam Evans over here, who is a newcomer tonight, and who will have to fight anyway. So he has chosen you as his challenge if you are too scared to fight me. And then there's my friend Puckerman over here. Who, as a founder himself, gets free rein to choose his own challenge. So we're giving you plenty of options. You choose. But either way, this is getting settled tonight."

Blaine glanced back and forth between the three of them. Sebastian knew without a doubt that Blaine would choose him. That was the very reason Sam and Puck were there. Puck was much larger, in muscle mass and overall body weight, and he had just as much training as Blaine. Sam was taller, and he was much heavier than Sebastian.

Compared to the two of them, Blaine would not see Sebastian as a challenge at all.

And that's exactly the mistake Sebastian wanted him to make.