Notes: A lot has happened to Sebastian on the show, and I wanted so much to write about him, and Dave, and all in between, that I started a new story, it goes somewhere in the future in this same storyline, to keep things simple. Whatever, it means I have now two stories to update. I hope I can make it! Sebastian just keeps growing and growing, and I'm really happy that people are looking to see more of him than what the show let's us see.
Thank you to all of you who favourited and alerted and all, even if you didn't review, it's awesome to know someone's reading. Special thanks to here . at . the . end, m'j doom and Disney's Darling, because, well, reviews are a writters fuel, and you always know how to hit the right spot to keep the story going, so thank you.
"A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies."
"You shouldn't have done that, he'll kill you for real this time."
Sebastian just stares blankly at the scared boy beside him and smirks.
"At least I got a decent blowjob."
Laws of property never applied to him. I have nothing, but if it's yours, it's mine too, to do with it as I please.
Of course, charming his bully's girlfriend into giving him a blowjob in a place where everyone could see had nothing to do with stealing the girlfriend.
He sees them walk into school the next day, and the look on their faces when they see the posters is perfection to Sebastian's eyes. She is mortified, and disappears into the bathroom as the first tears start to fall. And him...Sebastian has never seen something so beautiful. The mixture of anger, humiliation, and sheer hate, as he walks towards him and slams him against his locker.
"You fucking fag, I'm going to kill you!" He snarls.
"You're so predictable" Sebastian rolls his eyes, bored "Don't be so pissed. That blowjob wasn't even worth my while, I sure won't be going to her for seconds."
He has never been good at choosing his enemies, but he finds a strange pleasure in hate that he's too addicted too to ignore.
Some say he's too beautiful to be hated. But being hated for something he does is so much better than being loved for something he has no control over.
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Mikael's name pops up in the Skype window, and he just stares at it for what seems like forever.
His hand moves and he lets the pointer linger over the name, but passes by and logs off instead.
What is he going to say, anyway?
I miss you like hell? He doesn't say those things.
He's been in Ohio for almost two months already and nothing has happened. He has done nothing but sing and dance and, though he's beginning to like this Disney movie kind of life, he knows it's not for him. This walls are draining his energy, he can see his life pass by at the other side of the windows and he's trapped in here, like suspended in time. But time is not suspended, it goes by too fast, and one day he'll grow old, and he'll be ugly, and he'll have nothing to do and nothing to show for.
Suddenly, he grows restless. He needs to get out. He needs to fuck someone against a wall, he needs to drink a whole bottle of vodka, he needs to do something careless, something senseless. He needs to jump of that bridge again, just to see if he's still breathing.
He leaves Dalton for the first time in two months, but forgets, again, that this is not Paris. It doesn't matter where he goes, there's nothing to do, only boring people with boring lives, and he starts to wonder if maybe this town is actually suspended in time.
"You seem lost."
He turns around to look at the guy in ragged jeans, with tousled hair and reddened eyes, and sneers.
"This town is too fucking small to get lost."
The guy laughs.
"Then it looks like you're looking for something."
Sebastian takes in his surroundings, the dirty streets, the buildings, half in ruins, the bars with neon lights and awfully done graffitis... He doesn't even know how the hell did he got here. Then again, he always manages to find himself in the worst parts of every place he goes to.
"What do you offer?"
The guy smirks.
"What are you looking for?"
Life. Sebastian smiles
.
"Remember when Blaine first sung a solo?"
"God yes! It was so cool! I got goosebumps and all, I swear."
They al laugh, but Sebastian knows by now that they're not really laughing. This Blaine guy has done something to them. His name somehow always manages to come out at one point or another of every conversation, and thought it always seems like the happiest memory, it's pretty obvious that that's not entirely true.
"Well Sebastian, are you ready for your first almost solo?"
"I'm always ready. Just be gentle." He winks at Nick, who instantly blushes and looks away, flustered.
It's like he's been doing this his whole life. The first notes of Uptown Girl rise in the air and suddenly something in him changes. His guard comes down, he forgets about France, and Ohio, and his parents, it's like, suddenly, all those things that made him angry, or miserable, didn't exist anymore. The Warblers, with their beautiful voices and bright smiles, begin to make him better.
And then he sees him.
He enters the room with his ridiculous bow-tie and excessively gelled hair, and stands in the doorway, staring at them with fascination, and something that could be perfectly described as longing.
He's too small, his head's too down, he looks too out of place. Sebastian expected a god, but the boy he's staring at is just that, a boy.
Then he grabs his hand, urging him to join them, and the boy changes before his eyes.
He starts to sing, he moves with the Warblers as if they were one, he holds his head high and his smile brightens by the second. Sebatian has never seen something like this. The boy grows, he rises, he changes, he becomes more beautiful with every note that leaves his lips, and finally, he's confronted with the god he was expecting.
"I'm Blaine Anderson."
His smile is so pure, so bright.
You betrayed them.
"Sebastian Smythe."
They adored you, and you betrayed them.
He hates him already.
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"Hate is the most pure of feelings" Thierry explained one day, while they smoked on the grass "People that hate you won't ask for anything in return, when someone loves you, at the end, they always want you to love them back."
"But love..." Sebastian begins, but forgets what he was going to say and bursts out laughing instead.
"No, no" Thierry shakes his head and takes a long drag from the joint "Love ends. You can love someone today but hate them tomorrow, but hate...you can't really love someone you hate. Love makes you weak, it makes you settle, hate makes you want to be better, to show everyone just how much better you are than them, how far you can go."
Sebastian doesn't hate, but he's great at making people hate him.
"Your enemies are the ones that will make you stronger."
"Or they will kill you." Sebastian adds, raising an eyebrow.
Thierry laughs, passing a hand through his mane of dark blond hair, and focuses his reddened eyes on Sebastian.
"They can't kill you, Seb, you're the strongest person I know." He raises a hand, and signals an invisible mark above them "You're up here. You've risen. And they..." He lets his hand fall to the ground carelessly "They are all stuck on the ground."
Thierry has the most messed up morals, but he's always the best person he can be, and that, Sebastian thinks, makes all the difference.
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"Your boyfriend doesn't seem to like me very much."
Blaine laughs nervously and shrugs.
"Does it really surprise you?"
"I wouldn't mind a threesome, if he's feeling left aside."
Blaine is adorable when he blushes. He's adorable when he smiles, too, and his eyes, oh, his eyes seem to sparkle every time he laughs. But Sebastian has noticed the change. It's subtle, most people wouldn't even see it, but it's so obvious to him that it's sad.
Blaine Anderson becomes a god when he steps into Dalton, but outside those stone walls, he's just a boy, like all the other boys who's hearts Sebastian has broken. It would be so easy to just lean a little and kiss those lips. Just a brush, and he'll be his to as he pleases. But making a boy love him has no merit, it happens almost every day. He wants a god. He wants Blaine Warbler-not Anderson- to fall madly in love with him, and then, he wants to break his heart.
You don't deserve their love.
"You know, Blaine, between you and me, I think you could do so much better. Just look at you, you could have so much fun if you wanted."
Blaine blushes and looks away, mumbling something about boyfriends and love and loyalty and all those things Sebastian has little to no appreciation for.
It infuriates him. He doesn't understand how someone who was once on top of the world can settle for being...this. Such a waste of talent. Such a waste of life.
Kurt arrives then, as always, sitting next to Blaine and staring at Sebastian with a look he knows all too well; Hate. Pure, unadulterated hate. The kind of hate that doesn't care that you're beautiful, or lonely, or damaged, that kind of hate that always tells the truth.
Sebastian knows is going to be a lot more difficult to break Kurt than Blaine, but the satisfaction of breaking someone who hates you is infinitely bigger than breaking someone who doesn't.
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"You've been asking questions."
Sebastian places his glass back on the dirty bar and turns his head to the side to stare at the guy who has just sat on the barstool beside him.
"Why would you know?"
"You've been asking for me."
His smirk is swoon worthy, he'll give him that. He looks a little...unkept, but the dark bangs that fall over his eyes look amazingly soft, his eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue, and that black tank top makes him look all kinds of dangerous and sexy and...oh, okay, fuck. That's one hell of a man that's sitting beside him.
"I'm glad you came, then. You should buy me a drink as an apology for making me wait."
The guy chuckles.
"You have no idea what you're getting into, posh boy. Drop the "take a walk on the wild side" attitude and go home."
"Is that a warning?" The guy's voice is beginning to make him hard, and he's not sure how well his hiding it.
"A suggestion" The guy raises an eyebrow and eyes Sebatian up and down for the first time since they started talking "You'd know how far you're willing to go."
Sebastian leans in slightly and runs his tongue over his lips.
"As far as I can."
The guys seems taken aback for a moment, but his eyes are clouded by desire and he bites hard on his lower lip, trying to keep his cool.
"One mistake, kid, and you're dead."
An involuntary shiver runs down Sebastian's spine. He's heard that before, but this is the first time that he knows it's true.
"You better make it worth it, then."
He knows this is the point of no return.
But he doesn't really care.