Episode 10, Chapter 2:
Quinn got the call when she was on her first walk out of the house in days. She wore her down jacket over a gray Anthropologie Exbury Gardens cardigan and gray and white-patterned Anthropologie Walk With Me dress. [Sylvester Shuffle] She'd been talking to a vendor about what decorations they had to go with theme for the gala. Quinn had to spell out the word 'Dinosaur' a few times before they understood and believed she was serious. She groaned and sat on a bench along Central Park just as her phone rang. It was Sam.
"Hey, Quinn, I'm outside your apartment."
"I'm not there right now. I won't be back for a while. I still have a lot to do today."
"Okay, look. Who's taking you to the dance?"
"I don't know yet. I've been waiting for someone to ask me—"
"Well here it goes, I'm asking."
"Sam—" Quinn regretted that she said that the way she did. She should have added on
"anyone but him". She wanted to see who else was out there.
"Tell me yes. It doesn't have to mean we're back together. We'll go as friends."
"I'm being honest now. I always thought it'd be you back when we were kids. But I've grown up a bit, and even though we are friends right now, I'm still waiting to be asked by someone else—someone new. It's important if I want to move on… I don't want to hurt your feelings so if no one asks me by tomorrow then I'll go with you. Is that fair? As friends, we'd be each other's last resort."
"Okay, yeah, anything you say," Sam ended the call. He could have knocked his head in the wall. That had not gone as he would have liked.
Quinn, meanwhile, felt good about it. She wasn't trying to make him happy anymore.
Spotted: Sam Evans learning: you don't know a good thing till it's gone and found someone else.
Sebastian had no regrets for coming back into town. Since his return he'd made some money and lost some, but his main priority of becoming a figure in the Upper East Side hierarchy was coming along swimmingly. He of all people would be taking Kurt to the Debutantes ball. It would be like hitting two birds with one stone. They used to be friends years back, but after the summer they spent, they were estranged to say the least. He had a plan and a half to make Kurt look like the biggest fairy on his big day.
He'd met Sue in passing. She found him attractive, and he found her rich. When he learned who her grandson was, he concocted a plan so that he was her first call if Kurt ever needed a handsome, respectable date. Sue never told him there was a new boyfriend he had to worry about, but if there was anything Sebastian knew how to work, it was a boyfriend. In a week's time, he'd have crushed Kurt into fairy-dust and gotten away with his booty—pirate's booty that is.
It only took some basic Gossip Girl snooping to find out who the boyfriend he needed to target was. Thankfully, it was actually someone he found attractive, or it would have been a lot harder hit to his pride. He might have been a good liar, but even he couldn't fake attraction that well. Blaine looked like 'sex-on-a-stick,' and unlike Kurt, he didn't have a problem telling him that out loud in front of a crowd.
Sebastian purposely walked into him on the shorter boy's way home from meeting Sue. He'd already been given his orders so after meeting with Blaine covertly, he'd head straight to Kurt's where he knew their reunion would be unforgettable.
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry! I'm such a klutz," Sebastian said planting his feet and helping Blaine to his. He was a lot smaller than he guessed, but that was good to him because it made him feel bigger. Sebastian made sure to adjust his glasses and French-styled scarf, props for his act. No Brooklyn guy could resist the nerd-cool look.
"No, it's fine. I'm fine."
"Are you okay?" He kept his hands on his arms.
"I was in a rush to get home. It was probably my fault."
"Oh, is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I just came from meeting my boyfriend's family and..." he shook his head.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I don't know a lot about meeting the boyfriend's family, but I've heard it can be pretty awful," he smiled, and it caught Blaine's attention.
The green eyes hidden behind the slightly fogging glasses and the Gryffindor scarf put his heart in a whirl. This guy could have just helped him up, apologized and walked away, but now he was talking and striking up a conversation. He was flirting. Blaine knew he was with Kurt, and he wouldn't mess that up, but he had to be honest to himself—never had something like this happened to him before. A guy was actually hitting on him! Knowing that turned his whole day around.
"My name is Seb," he put out his hand. Blaine shook it in a blur. "I know you're in a rush. I've got someplace to be too, but do you want get a cup of coffee? My treat," he added to the end so that every word he said was true and perfect. Blaine went along because he was still too much in awe to refuse.
The boy was actually good company. He had so many stories to tell. Blaine wanted to hear them all in order, but Sebastian just stuck to a few he knew that Blaine would like.
Sebastian knew that if he wanted this to work, he had to be a little honest. His stories were as honest as he could get. He traveled the world. True! He'd been a hundred places. Instead of saying that it was because his parents were diplomats, which was the truth, he told Blaine they were missionaries. Potato, po-tat-o.
The more he talked and saw Blaine's eyes light up, the more he actually liked the guy. He was cute in that wide-eyed chaste way. Of course, he liked to imagine what he would do to him to wipe the virginal-look off his face, but he liked him too.
After they finished their cups, Sebastian got Blaine another one and exchanged numbers. He left with a kiss on the cheek. Blaine's eyes widened and only then did he realize that was not so innocent.
Sebastian had a completely different way to dress for the parents. It involved a green and white Polo Ralph Lauren Custom-Fit striped Rugby shirt. [3x05] Kurt did not hear the name of the boy who would be bringing him to the ball until five minutes before Sebastian walked through the door.
In between fake smiles as Carole and Sue greeted him, Kurt glared with all his might. He needed to get out of this, but there wasn't an easy way. He couldn't tell anyone the truth, especially not his family, but he knew even if he must poison his own food, he was not attending the gala with him.
They all talked together in the living room about where Sebastian was living, what he was doing, and where he was going with his life. All of it, Kurt knew, was lies, but he pretended for the sake of everyone there. When Sue and Carole were finally going to get some air, by going to the spa, they left them alone together trusting they would become fast friends… They couldn't be more wrong.
"How's it going, Gayface?"
"It's been fine until you showed up, Craigslist."
"What no love? We had a pretty great summer until you bailed." Kurt balked. Sebastian continued, "Then, I went from liking you to basically hating your guts."
"I don't like you so much either with your meerkat face. I can't believe you're doing this! The moment Sue told you I was her grandson, you knew. So why would you do this? Why would you come back?"
"Don't feel so important, Kurt. I'm not back for you. You're the icing on the cake. The seven-dollar ice cream cake you buy in a Mexican deli," he replied with fake sweetness that was his favorite type of torture. "I'm planning a lot of things on my little trip and some good blackmail and reputation destroying is on the itinerary. So, buckle up, it's going to get bumpy."
"Well now, I'm on to you. You can hurt me all you want. I'll take you down with me."
"That might be true so I got myself a little insurance," he smirked. Kurt called him a meerkat because of that one face he made when he was overly happy with himself.
"It's got to be big or else it won't help your case."
"No, no it's little. You see, I've got your boyfriend," he whispered in his ear. Kurt reached up his hand to smack him, but the devil caught it and tutted.
"No hitting, Kurt, I thought we had better manners."
"If you touch him, I'll end you!" Kurt spoke deadly serious.
"Kurt, I haven't kidnapped him. I'm not crazy," Kurt interrupted him with his 'B***h, please' face, "but the truth is—and you're scared because you know it—I can take him out from under you in a minute. I met him today." The other boy froze up. "He was in a daze for most of it. He even gave me his phone number. You think he can't be mine with a little more work? He'll dump you to be with me because you're nothing," he whispered again letting it sink in. "It turns out I actually like this guy so even after he's broken up with you, I might keep him around for a while. He looks like sex. I can just eat him up."
"You, horrible, disgusting monster, I'll—," Kurt fought him again, but Sebastian had the advantage.
"You'll do what? And if he leaves you, what can you actually say? That he was tricked? Minor fibs. Blaine's a big boy, he makes his own decisions. So, don't play sick tonight. You're going with me to the ball whatever happens—," he let the words sit with Kurt before pushing him to the couch and leaving out the front door.
Kurt wanted to cry. There was nothing he could do.
"Quinn's a very attractive girl. Do you really think she'll choose Sam over other suitors?"
"God, Evan, grow a pear!" Puck joked in his suite throwing him an actual pear from his fruit bowl. "How many other guys could she be interested in?"
"I don't know I'd just hate if she went with someone else. You know how much she means to Sam, Puck. I know he still likes her, now more so," Evan kept his head down playing with a loose thread on his cardigan.
"He still likes her? …I thought that ship sailed and he was just desperate," Puck asked him knowing he could get a lot of things about Sam out of Evan.
"No Puck, like Aristotle said… 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.'"
Puck nodded his head in agreement. He'd been thinking about Quinn a lot, and she hadn't talked to him since she got sick. He looked up quickly, hoping he hadn't given any inner thoughts away. "Evan, I think Sam's phone is ringing. Can you go get him?"
"You hear it? Let me go see where he went," he jumped up and went to the bathroom. A second later he returned as Sam checking his phone. "No missed calls, that's funny?" he said and reclined onto the couch again.
Blaine had a pit in his stomach. How did he let those pretty eyes get the better of him? Kurt's are just as dreamy if not more so and they were blue. Blaine loved blue!
He had some apologizing to do to Kurt if he got the nerve to tell him the truth. This never would have happened if he hadn't let Sue swap him out for some other guy. He should have stood his ground even if it was a death sentence. He could have told Kurt he wasn't comfortable with this new set-up and chances are that Kurt would side with him. She wouldn't have been able to say no to both of them. He didn't know this guy, and as far as he knew, Kurt didn't either.
Blaine would repent in the best way he knew how. He'd rescue his boyfriend from this guy. He probably had nothing in common with his Kurt anyway. He knew how high maintenance Kurt was, but he also knew the secrets to his heart. He could win this battle.
This just in we hear there's a cold war brewing between lonely boy and a certain blue blood. We never thought we'd say this ourselves…But our money's on Brooklyn for the win.
"Hey bud, where are you headed?" Burt! He forgot to let Burt know his plans for the night. Blaine shrank a little because his dad probably wouldn't want to hear it.
"I'm going to the debutantes' ball with Kurt."
"I didn't know you were going to that. It explains the suit. Are you sure you want to go to that? I can't imagine it'll be that fun for you," Burt said. Because he didn't mention Carole's name, who Burt must have known had to do with the planning of the event, Blaine relaxed a bit.
"Someone told me that I shouldn't go because I won't belong. I don't believe that. I go where Kurt goes. I belong with him"
"Well, you better get out there now. Your mom won't be as understanding. I think she went to a music store. She might start up her choir again. I don't know how long she's staying."
Shelby had been the biggest name in Brooklyn for competitive show choir coaching. She had the vocal chops and vision to create something magical. Some of her students had gone on to Julliard and musical careers. When Rachel was younger, she had dreamed of being a part of it, but her mother told her once she was old enough that she would never put the pressure on her of being the daughter of the director. Rachel and Blaine had gotten their voice lessons from other singers from Brooklyn; none were as impressive.
"I'm glad for her. Maybe she'll really be staying then…"
"We can hope," his dad nodded to him. Blaine knew to leave. Burt was right. Shelby would have a harder time accepting where he was going.
~A.N. I know it's not great to ship Seblaine when Klaine is so great, but I can't help it, especially writing a scene like this which incorporates some of my favorite moments from their Lima Bean chats over coffee. He's plotting, but don't worry too much. :)
