A/N: *Runs and hides* I am so so so sorry I haven't updated this in almost... forever. I had my mock exams and I've just started my second and final year of real GCSEs so I'm kind of freaking right now. However, I do have a chapter for you today... Hope you like? Thank you so much for putting up with me and sticking with this for so long. x

Chapter 11:

"It's Me"

As the bell rang, signalling that it was finally time for recess, Seb shot out of his chair and ran out of the room. "Where's the fire?" his teacher called after him, but her voice faded out as he launched himself further into the corridors of rushing students. When he broke free from the crowd of loud teenagers that were flooding the halls, he headed straight for Kurt's locker. "Plan, step one, is officially a go," he thought to himself as he stopped a quite few lockers down to wait for the sex god. A short while later, sure enough, Kurt sauntered down the hallways. His hips were swaying in a tantalising fashion and his image - pure perfection. Sebastian couldn't take his eyes off of his petit, yet impressive physique. His endless legs were once again being hugged by black skinny jeans that had been practically painted on. Sebastian quickly checked his temporary tattoo. It was still intact and quite realistic. Good. Here we go.

Kurt strolled down the hallway towards his locker after the bell had rung. Luckily for him, he hadn't been slushied today. Hopefully that would stay that way. He forgot to pack an extra shirt just in case and he was currently wearing a light blue one... Yeah. He was most probably screwed. As he neared the locker, he recognised a meerkat-like face. The one of the creepy boy who had 'hit on' him a few days ago. Urgh. Fucking great. Kurt just decided to ignore the freaky guy and just get his books, then get out... Easier said than done. Holding his head held high, continuing to walk proudly to his locker. He noticed the boy staring him up and down, examining him carefully. That kind of creeped him out even further. He loved people admiring his outfits but something about the way this Edward Cullen lookalike was doing it made him want to cover up and run. The boy's eyes were practically popping out of his sockets for crying out loud. He opened the locker, opened his bag, took some books out and placed them into his locker.

Sebastian slowly meandered over towards the sex kitten with his signature smirk and started going over what he was going to say in his head. He sort of had this all planned out. Well, enough to make this Kurt his for a night - or many - at least. All he had to do was drop a name, and it was all peachy! He stopped two lockers away and leaned against it casually, his back covered by a thin white shirt connecting with the cool metal door. He cleared his throat and got the attention of the boy. "Why hello," Sebastian greeted as soon as he met those diamond eyes.
"You again." the blue-eyed boy retorted, his focus now going back to his locker. He shifted his weight to his right leg, bending his left slightly which made Sebastian's gaze once again head straight towards his perfect ass. "How charming. From what I hear, you're supposed to be one of the kindest people here. Is there a reason why you're being so cold towards little old me, sweetie?" he feigned innocence.
"What do you want?" inquired Kurt after a forced sigh of annoyance.
"You my love. I remembered that I didn't properly introduce myself last time we had an... encounter." he plastered a smile onto his scheming face. "I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson." He revealed his "tattooed" wrists to the younger boy.

Kurt's brain went dead. Sure this guy was a jerk and he hadn't made a good - or even acceptable - first impression, but still... He was Blaine. His, his, name was written on Blaine's wrists. It had to be him. Kurt looked down at his jacket which was currently covering his own inked wrists, then into the eyes of his 'soulmate'.

Blaine left his classroom to head to another one that was on the opposite end of the school. He had to cover for Mr Hughes, yet again. It was no secret that Mr Hughes was an alcoholic and regularly took days off to nurse his killer hangovers. Mumbling to himself as he locked his classroom door behind him, he quickly flicked through the notes he was carrying which gave him details of what the class he was covering was actually learning. It was an English lesson. Oh fantastic. Why couldn't they have just asked another freakin' English teacher? Blaine thought as he headed to the corridor. He looked up so he could find a clear path through the students that were currently loitering in the hallways but he was greeted by something shocking. Suddenly the students seemed to part like the red sea and at the end of the path was Kurt... kissing another boy. Quite happily. Something stirred inside of Blaine. He knew it was inappropriate, but he had a huge impulse to storm over there, grab Kurt, push him against the lockers and kiss him silly (and maybe leave a few marks in the process) to claim him as his and to show the other kid who's boss. Who the hell is that guy, anyway?! Jealousy, rage and desire completely took Blaine over and he was frozen in his tracks. Briskly, he turned around and stormed back to his classroom.