Seeing Blaine wandering around the Mall with his new boyfriend had knocked the wind out of Kurt's lungs and made his heart ache. He wasn't stupid – he had hardly thought Blaine would stay single forever – God, who wouldn't want him? – but he had thought it might be longer than the summer before he coupled up. Mercedes had quickly tried to drag him away when she had spotted Blaine, but her sudden and unexpected insistence to leave their favourite store had immediately aroused his suspicions. Kurt had looked around, wondering what had startled her so much, and found himself looking right at the clasped hands of Blaine and a boy who wasn't him.

He had stared for a few more seconds, until suddenly Blaine's hazel eyes had met his own, and it looked like the dark haired boy was going to make his way over to him. Kurt sprung into action. "Go!" he hissed at Mercedes, and the two of them practically ran out of the store.

Once they were out in the parking lot Mercedes turned to say something to Kurt but decided not to upon seeing his face. Kurt was so determined not to cry, and he had become rather good at not letting the tears fall. But it didn't stop his face from going red with the effort and he could feel the uncomfortable lump in his throat that threatened to betray how he was feeling if he attempted to speak.

Once in the car Mercedes quickly started the engine, and they drove off, Kurt slightly unsure where she was going but also not caring. Twenty minutes later, and Kurt almost felt brave enough to say something when Mercedes finally broke the silence with, "Kurt, are you alright?"

That was it – he broke down.

"What am I going to do?" Kurt sobbed, the tears stinging his cool cheeks, "How am I going to spend the next year sharing a room with him?"

What had once been a blessing, a place for the two of them to be alone and together, was now seeming like a prison cell, and the thought of spending his final year of High School in the same room as Blaine was torture. He couldn't imagine sleeping alone in his bed, or not climbing into Blaine's when he slept restlessly. He couldn't imagine waking up without a good morning kiss or going to sleep without arms wrapped tightly around his waist. And most of all, he couldn't imagine not hearing Blaine say he loved him, whispered, sung, spoken every time they were together.

Kurt pulled a tissue from the glove box, as he sniffed his tears back. He hadn't really expected an answer from Mercedes but she suddenly spoke, "You call up Dalton tomorrow and request a room change."

Kurt had never been that much of a phone person – he preferred sending emails or texts any day, and so the next morning, when his heart only ached a little, he sat down on his bed to write an email to the Headmaster of Dalton Academy.

Dear Professor Grahame,

I am writing to formally request a room change this coming semester and for the entirety of Senior Year. Unfortunately, due to a change in circumstances I believe it would not be in my best interest for Blaine Anderson and myself to share a room any more. I hope this request can be met and I apologise for any inconvenience it causes.

Best wishes,

Kurt Hummel

Kurt sent the email, unsure if they would be able to grant his request or even willing to do so. He knew Dalton Academy had never been keen on the two of them sharing a room once they learnt they were dating but also couldn't have done much about it. He hoped they would do something now.

It was two weeks later when Kurt heard back from school, the week before he was due to return. He was lying on his bed, as Rachel demonstrated one of her latest attempts at original song writing, flicking through his phone when the email pinged through.

Dear Mr Hummel,

Dalton Academy does not usually grant room swap requests for any reason.

Kurt's heart sank, his mind immediately conjuring images of an awkward year spent avoiding looking his roommate in the eye.

However, as we have had the same request from another student this year, who's request we have been trying to grant since receiving it, on this occasion it will be permitted. When you return next week you shall instead be residing in Room 138, in Meon Wing. You shall be sharing with another student. We look forward to your return next week,

Sincerely,

Professor Grahame

Kurt let out a small squeal of delight, that was drowned out by Rachel's singing, but it didn't matter. Suddenly going back to Dalton seemed tolerable and not the daunting terror that he had been expecting.

It would just so happen that Kurt and his family arrived to move in at the same time as Blaine and his family did. Blaine's parents had never been particularly fond of him anyway, and so without so much as a nod in his direction quickly hurried up the stairs with bags in hand. Burt raised his eyebrows at Kurt and shook his head gently, muttering, "Come on kid, let's get moving."

Before they could reach out a hand for his bags however, they heard Blaine's voice.

"Burt! Carole! Finn! Kurt!" Blaine called out, and he began making his way towards them. This time there was nowhere Kurt could run too and he braced himself to speak to Blaine for the first time since they had broken up. He was horrified when Blaine, upon reaching them, immediately hugged Kurt. He was even more horrified when he felt his heart flutter a little at the familiar sensation of Blaine's stubbly cheek against his own, and the deep smell of the shorter boy's cologne.

"Hello, Blaine," Carole said, not wanting to be rude, "How've you been?"

The other three stood in silence, though Kurt could feel Finn and Burt tensing behind him. They had been horrified when Blaine had broken up with Kurt, but more so with how he had done so.

"I've been pretty great, thanks Carole," Blaine said, smiling his stupid puppy dog smile. It made Kurt want to punch him. "How about you?"

"Oh, I've been alright," she replied, eyes flickering to her three boys who stood stoically next to her.

"And you, Kurt?" Blaine said, trying to meet his eyes, "How's your summer been? I thought I saw you at the Mall a few weeks back but you mustn't have seen me as you hurried off pretty fast."

"I saw you," Kurt said, before he could stop himself. There was a moment of hurt in Blaine's eyes and Kurt had to stop himself from feeling bad by remembering all the hurt he had felt this summer. Still, he couldn't help adding, "Mercedes and I were in quite a hurry, actually."

Blaine was about to say something else when Burt said, "Look, we best get moving your stuff in Kurt. I wanna grab a bite to eat before we drive back and it's getting on a bit." He turned back towards the trunk and grabbed two suitcases, gesturing to Finn to do the same.

"I'll see you all around then," Blaine said, still sounding eager.

"Doubt it," Finn said, in probably his most cutting comment of his lifetime.

As the four of them began walking with Kurt's stuff up to his room, Kurt was so happy that his slightly unusual little family were so close.

It was late by the time Kurt got back to his dormitory, having suitably stuffed his face at Breadsticks with his family. He was in a good mood, almost skipping along the corridor, and humming to himself. He hadn't really even thought about his new roommate – when they'd been unpacking there had been no sign of him. As he walked along the corridor he could hear someone singing, a beautiful strong sound that echoed down to Kurt. Stopping outside his door he realised the singing was coming from inside – maybe it was a Warbler?

He pushed the door open, and found himself face to face with Sebastian Smythe.

"Hello, Hummel," Sebastian smirked, "And what are you doing here?"

A month had passed since Kurt had returned to Dalton and Kurt had found himself in a sort of routine. Every day he would wake up, ignoring comments from Sebastian about whether he had enough time to make him into the beautiful princess he was. He would go down to breakfast and avoid Blaine who would always try and corner him. The days lessons would involve being intensely aware of Blaine staring at him, before Warblers practice where, whenever Blaine was permitted to sing for the group he would sing some directed song that would leave Kurt mortified. He would go up to his room, do some homework at his desk and then go to bed, usually to be woken by the sound of Sebastian coming back in after midnight. Kurt didn't know where Sebastian went in the evenings – probably off to sleep with some older man from Scandals – but he also didn't really care.

It was a Tuesday morning, at the beginning of October and Kurt was in a bad mood. Sebastian hadn't come in the night before until 3am, and when he had he had been nearly blackout drunk, tripping over and cursing. This had led to Kurt getting very little sleep, which had started him out on a bad note. He had been approached by Blaine's friends Nick and Jeff at breakfast, hoping to persuade him to talk to Blaine, causing him to storm out before he had really eaten, making him hungry and even grumpier. The lessons had been especially boring that day and all he wanted to do was go back to his room, eat a load of junk food and then go to sleep. After lunch, however, he had been told there was an emergency Warblers meeting that was mandatory for him to attend.

At this 'emergency meeting', which, it transpired, had been called by Blaine, Blaine sang a medley of pitiful songs Kurt had suddenly snapped.

"Shut up!" he screeched, causing Trent to jump. "Shut up! You're the one who broke up with me Blaine Anderson, so I don't know why you think you're justified in going around like a dejected puppy, trying to gain sympathy! Until this stupidity stops I'm not coming back to the Warblers."

Kurt stormed out, as a few of them called after him and the room broke into chatter. He could hear the sound of Wes' gavel as he hurried along the corridor, trying to bring order back to the group, to no avail.

Once Kurt reached his room he threw open the door, and then threw himself down on his bed, burying his face in the pillow and screaming. He lay like this for five minutes, until he was almost certain he was about to suffocate. Just as he was about to roll onto his back he heard the door to his room open – if Blaine was standing there then he was about to get a lamp thrown at him.

But it was Sebastian Smythe. Kurt groaned. "What are you doing here?" Kurt mumbled, throwing his head back into his pillow.

"Apart from this being my room too, Princess?" Sebastian smirked, "Wes sent me to check you were okay and not crying your eyes out up here. And, if I'm honest, I didn't want to be at rehearsal anyway so I was happy to oblige."

"Well, I'm not crying, so sorry to disappoint you."

"You damn well shouldn't be crying anyway, Princess," Sebastian said, "If anything Blaine should be crying about what a pathetic twat he's looked the last month. No, you should be angry instead."

"I'm tired of being angry," Kurt replied, head still buried, "It's not really doing a lot for me."

"Okay, then sack it off," Sebastian said, and Kurt heard the sound of him sitting down on his own bed across the room. "If you're done being angry then it's time for the next step."

"What is this, Sebastian Smythe's 12 step programme for getting over being dumped?" Kurt said sarcastically, "If you don't mind, I don't think you're exactly the best person to ask for dating advice. Particularly as you used to want to date Blaine.

"I never wanted to date Blaine, I wanted to shag Blaine," Sebastian laughed, "There's a big difference. And this isn't dating advice – this is having fun advice. This is how to say 'fuck it' and get back on the horse advice. What you need is to stop caring so much about everything and if there's one thing I know about it's the art of not giving a crap."

"Go on then," Kurt said, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling, "What is step one in your not caring programme?"

"Get drunk," Sebastian said, "Go to a bar, get fucked, and then get fucked."

"Gross," Kurt responded, shuddering at the thought of being surrounded by the same burly middle aged men as the last time he had been to Scandals. "I think I'm good."

"Don't be such a prude, Princess," Sebastian said, "Or haven't you ever been touched? I always presumed that as you and Blaine shared a room you were like little bunnies in there, always humping and-"

"Of course I've had sex," Kurt said, but his ears flushed as he even said it, "I just don't fancy being beneath some sweaty, hairy man with a large gut. Sorry for having standards."

Sebastian laughed again. "You do know Scandals isn't the only gay bar out there, right? Not every bar is where the gay guys who worked it out too late go. There's a place not far from here where guys more our age go, and it's a lot cooler than Scandals. I'm going tonight if you want to go?"

"It's a school night," Kurt deadpanned, "And why would I want to hang out with you anyway?"

"Well, for a start you wouldn't really be hanging out with me – we'd arrive together, sure, but it doesn't take me long to find someone to hang out with, and I doubt it would for you either. As long as you don't do that sexy face thing you do. And we don't have proper school tomorrow anyway, it's whole school assembly, and I wasn't planning to go either way."

"Some of us don't skip school-"

"Some of us don't know how to have fun-"

"I know how to have fun!"

"Then prove it. Come tonight, drink something a bit stronger than a Shirley Temple and let your hair down a bit. You might actually enjoy yourself, and if not at least you'll forget about the Hobbit for a night."

Kurt wasn't quite sure how or why he had actually agreed to go out clubbing with Sebastian Smythe but it was 11pm, and they were sneaking around the back of the school, to the small road where taxis could pick you up. Kurt had spent a couple of hours getting reading – coiffing his hair, choosing his clothes and mentally preparing – but as they were heading out the door Sebastian had refused to let him leave until he removed his neck scarf.

The taxi ride was a quiet affair, and Kurt could feel the nerves growing in the pit of his stomach. Sebastian however seemed to have none of the same concerns, as he sat with his leg crossed over the other, arm across the back of the seats and a small smile playing on his mouth. Before he knew it they had arrived, and Sebastian thrust some bills into the drivers hand, telling him to keep the change. It was a cool night, and being outside the car made Kurt shiver. Suddenly a warm hand was in his, and he looked down to find Sebastian pulling him towards the club.

Kurt hated to admit it but Sebastian was right – this place was cool. His eyes darted around taking into the décor but also the people, of all kinds, who watched them walk through. He was sure he heard someone say 'fresh meat' as he passed by.

Once they reached the bar Sebastian ordered and then paid before Kurt could get his wallet out. Before he knew it he had drunk three of whatever the strong cocktail was, and his head was swimming. There were hands on his body, running across his hips, down his chest, round his waist, and someone was whispering in his ear. He couldn't work out who it was but he didn't care – he was lost in the moment.

Suddenly he was pulled away from those wanton hands, and he found himself facing Sebastian, who hissed, "Be careful! Stay awake, Princess."

"I'm fine," Kurt slurred. The guy he'd been dancing with pulled him back in again, and he quickly forgot about Sebastian. He could feel hands roaming everywhere and lips against his neck and jawline. The lips were inches from his mouth when he was pulled away again.

The guy was pissed this time, "I'm not here to play cat and mouse." Kurt tried to get him to stay but his words weren't coming out properly and he walked off before he had the chance.

Kurt rounded on Sebastian, "You dick! You said I should come here and find someone to fuck and that's what I was doing. Thanks a fucking bunch. Now I won't even kiss someone tonight and it's all your-"

Sebastian's lips were suddenly on Kurt's and Kurt shouted angrily into his mouth. But the anger subsided as his lips moved, gently at first and then more firmly and insistently. Minutes passed as this continued but it could have been days for all Kurt knew. Before he knew it the lights were flashing, indicating closing time was half an hour away, and Kurt, still wrapped tightly in Sebastian's arms, was pulled back out into the cold and then bundled straight into a taxi. For a brief second the interruption of getting in the car broke their momentum and Kurt felt a slight awkwardness. But then Sebastian turned to face him and suddenly there they were again, hungry and panting against one another.

"I didn't tell you earlier," Sebastian said between kisses.

"Tell me what?" Kurt asked.

"I didn't just want to fuck Blaine last year. I wanted to fuck you too. I wanted to fuck you more."

They arrived back at Dalton, and Sebastian dragged Kurt up through all the passages, avoiding places he knew they could get caught. It was nearly three and Kurt was tired but he also felt alive and weightless. Finally, they were back into their room, and Kurt stumbled backwards as he entered, as Sebastian pushed him towards his bed. They fell down onto it, their bodies immediately intertwining as they began to grind against each other.

"All these fucking layers," Sebastian groaned, into Kurt's ear, and Kurt took pity on him, and began undoing buttons too.

Soon both were in their boxers only, bodies writhing and sliding over one another. Kurt could feel Sebastian warm and hard against him, and before he could fathom what he was doing he had plunged his hand down the other boy's boxer shorts, grasping his cock firmly in his hand. Sebastian let out a guttural moan as Kurt rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum gathered there around. Suddenly there was a hand on Kurt's own cock, and before he knew it there was a mouth too.

Kurt tried to wiggle his underwear off, but it was impossible to do so when the sensations travelling through his body were paralysing him.

"Sebastian! Sebastian!" he moaned, unsure what he was trying to say.

Sebastian seemed to know though, as he began gently nipping at Kurt's thighs and a wet finger slipped up to circle his hole. Sebastian didn't ask, like Kurt knew Blaine would have, to push his finger inside – he just did, gently yet surely, until it was all the way in. Another finger followed, then another, and Kurt knew he was going to cum any second if Sebastian didn't stop.

"Sebastian!" he moaned again, "Please."

"Say it, Princess," Sebastian said, and Kurt knew he was smirking even if it was too dark to really see, "Say it and I will."

"Fuck me, Sebastian," Kurt breathed, and soon there was a slight pain as Sebastian pushed himself into Kurt, not stopping as he filled him up. He didn't pause once he was completely in either, immediately pulling back out, and thrusting back in. Kurt was holding his breath, unintentionally, and felt for a moment like he might pass out. He hadn't had sex like this before. He had made love before but this was fucking, raw and passionate fucking.

Kurt came before Sebastian, covering himself and Sebastian partially in his sticky white seed. Sebastian thrust against him, as Kurt writhed beneath him and followed suit a while after. As Sebastian pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty and strange, Kurt thought it was over. Until Sebastian leant down, meeting Kurt's eyes briefly on the way, and began to clean Kurt up with his tongue.