Chapter 12:
"Satisfied?"
It was the end of the school day. Sebastian and Kurt had spent all of recess and lunch time kissing. They didn't even have a proper conversation. Every time Kurt tried to begin one, Sebastian would clash their lips together feverishly again.
After their first ever heated kiss by Kurt's locker, many students began to either snicker or wolf whistle their way. Some even tried to yell homophobic comments, but when they were met with a terrifying glare from Sebastian, they immediately cowered and retreated.
Sebastian was currently walking home. He was unbelievably pleased with himself. He knew that he couldn't get Kurt to jump on into bed with him on the very first day but he also knew that he was getting very close thanks to the amazing make out sessions they had shared today. He looked down at the tattoo. It was still intact. He smirked evilly. He liked the challenge, but he also couldn't wait to get those impossible long legs wrapped around his waist.
Him and Kurt had made plans to meet up for coffee the very next day. He was totally lost in the thought, he didn't hear his friend behind him. "Yo Smythe!" Seb turned at the sound of someone yelling his name and was met by Wes. Wes was half-heartedly jogging towards him. "Hmm?" he responded in a noncommittal tone.
"All this gossip I've been hearing, is it true?"
"I don't live inside your fucking head, Wes, I don't know what you've heard."
Wes rolled his eyes. "Everyone's saying you've found yourself a new boy toy."
"Well. Have they now?"
"Yeah." The asian boy confirmed.
"Interesting."
"Sooo...?"
"What?" The chestnut haired boy looked at him blankly.
"Is it true?!" Wes practically screamed in response.
"Woah, man, chill. Wouldn't want your pretty little voice to get ruined for your big Warbler performance now. Would we?" He smirked.
"Wa-Wa- Warblers? I- I don't know what you're talking about..." He hung his head guiltily.
"Sure you don't. Look, you can go sing and dance like a fucking circus clown with that other school of nut jobs if you want to, I don't care. But this whole thing is my business, gavel boy."
And with that, Sebastian and Wes parted ways.
A toy boy? God I wish. Sebastian was plagued with sexual fantasies yet again. Of having Kurt in his bed. Against the wall. Anywhere. He got very excited at the thought and as he neared the doors of his empty house, he got out his phone and dialled another 'friend'.
Glee club rehearsal was finally over with. Kurt practically pranced out of the choir room after a very long lecture from one Rachel Berry about why she should do a solo at Regionals that was coming up soon instead of Mercedes. That short girl sure had an annoying voice. Although, he had to admit, he wasn't listening to anyone or anything one bit. Mr Shuester and Mercedes had both tried to knock him out of his day dreams, but failed miserably. He just sat there with a smile on his face, nodding along or mumbling a response. His thoughts were constantly on the boy he had found today. Blaine. He just couldn't believe that he had found him. On that thought, Kurt wondered why he didn't feel any different... Soul mates are a huge deal, he thought maybe there'd be more fireworks or something. But nothing. Still the same old Kurt.
The hallways were abandoned as he headed to his locker one final time to pick up some things. He thought he should text Blaine to ask him if he felt different. He plunged his hand into his designer jacket pocket but he couldn't find it. No phone. "What? Oh for- Not again!" Kurt said to himself. He tried to remember back to the last time he had it. He knew he left the house with it this morning because he was texting Santana about how she could score a date with Brittany. He had it in English because he was texting Mercedes about going to the mall soon. He had it in US History because he was texting Rachel about how cute Mr Anders was... He didn't have it in science. Damn. 'It must be in Mr Anders' classroom then', he thought as he turned around and headed to said classroom.
Kurt got to Mr Anders' classroom and knocked twice. He heard a flat "Come in," response from the other side and opened the door to see Mr Anders at his desk with his head in his hands, looking quite depressed. "Excuse me, sir?" he asked as he slowly walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. Mr Anders released his head from his hands and looked up. Their gazes met.
A/N: Chapters will get longer soon, I promise, I'm just getting these little connecting bits out of the way right now. Thanks for reading! Please review and shizz, I really appreciate it. :)