Chapter 9- Rock Salt
So I was looking through the reviews for this story and this chapter was inadvertently inspired by something JasonDragon64 said in one of his many reviews! You rock, JasonDragon!
Kurt knew his way around Dalton Academy like he knew the Les Miserables score. Very, very well.
Pushing open the door to the "choir room" of sorts, he smiled at his old Warbler friends as they frowned at him.
"Don't worry, boys. I'm not here to interrupt your doo-wopping behind the lead soloist, I only wish to speak with the arrogant meerkat. He should be around here somewhere. Maybe I should just look for a singing warthog and maybe he'll pop up and sing songs about having no worries."
A few of the more courageous Warblers giggled at Kurt's reference. Thad winked at his friend as Kurt heard the door open.
"Ah, it's Jack Sparrow's outrageously feminine life partner. I'm actually quite hesitant to say boyfriend because nobody's actually too sure of what's down there." Sebastian grinned smugly.
Kurt turned on him fiercely. "Well if it isn't Ohio's most hated citizen. Tell me, how does it feel knowing that all of Craigslist has seen your smirking, pig-headed, lopsided face all over the website headlined under 'Cheap Gigolo'?"
"About as good as it would feel to be constantly trying to find designer eye patches for Blaine, I would imagine."
"You're just so resentful because he rejected you for me. You were so filled with jealousy that you had to try and blind me. Slushies with hard bits in them? Really Smythe?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You know, I think you do and here's why. You came to Dalton thinking that it would be full of desperate gays just begging to sleep with you. They all rejected you because they were sensible and didn't want to risk contamination and plus I'm pretty sure that's classed as the illegal kind of bestiality that nobody likes, ever.
"Having said that, Blaine revisits his friends and meets the new 'Captain' of the Warblers. Thinking nothing of it, and because he's kind to everybody he meets, he sits down and has coffee with you. You express your interest and he says that he has a boyfriend. Still, you try it on with him. He firmly rejects you, again.
"Then you meet me. You think I'm not good enough for Blaine and perhaps you're right, I think that about myself every day. So you scheme and you scheme. You used Scandals as a ploy to get us away from each other so you can convince him to cheat. Guess what, Sebastian? We're still together. And we always will be. Because people like you can't break us. We've been through so much worse than this. You'll never have him, Sebastian and it makes you so very angry and I, Kurt Hummel, have the one thing that you desire that you can't get."
"That's what you think? Hummel, how could I ever be jealous of you?"
"Oh, I was just getting to that. Wow, you're arrogant and impatient. See, Sebastian you thought of Blaine as a challenge. Somebody who was in a committed relationship. You decided to test your abilities by flirting with him. Blaine still to this day turns you down, so you think yourself as a failure. You are doubting your sexual prowess because Blaine chooses to remain with me. And then as you think I look more like a lady than a man, you think this is outrageous. You're angry at Blaine for rejecting you. You're angry at yourself for failing to get him. But you're not angry at me are you, Smythe? No, you're insanely jealous. I know that because I've been where you are. The jealousy really kills you, especially when you think that the person they're with isn't good enough for them.
"You trying to blind me by throwing the slushy was your way of trying to make me less desirable to Blaine so that he would leave me for your snarky ass. But you didn't count on Blaine loving me enough to protect me. So you felt terrible when Blaine got hit because now he's not desirable to you. So you've given up on your chase for Blaine and instead you're planning to ruin New Directions because you don't have Blaine and I can still see. How did I do?"
Sebastian squared up to Kurt, the barely recognisable height difference spurring him on.
"What do you want, Hummel?"
"I want you to confess to me what you did. I won't go to the cops. I'll keep your secret. I just want to know what almost blinded my boyfriend and what was supposed to hit me. For my own piece of mind, you know how it is."
"I don't think so."
"Tell me what you put in that slushy!" Kurt shouts to Sebastian's retreating back.
"Rock salt!" He smugly shouts back, cueing the Warblers to follow him.
After they all exited, Kurt smirks to himself and unbuttons his jeans. Cautiously, he extracts the tape recorder from his junk and smiles, looking at it triumphantly. Dialling a number on his phone, he chuckles to himself.
"Tana? It's done."
"Did you get it? The tape?"
"Yes I did. Rock salt. You were right."
"That son of a bitch. Did you use my suggestion, Hummel?"
"I don't know what you mean." Kurt blushes.
"Oh, you so taped that to your dick."
"Maybe. You have no proof." Kurt grins, channelling everything that Coach Sylvester had ever taught him.
Santana huffed and hung up, leaving Kurt standing in Dalton, replaying Sebastian's confession back to himself.
"Rock salt!" The recorded version of Sebastian shouts over and over again. It wouldn't help Blaine, but it would help him and Santana take Sebastian Smythe down.
