Please see chapter one for all warnings etc…

Make My Heart Start Beating

06

Not all the students at Dalton get to go home in summer, that's the great thing about a boarding school, you can have children and then you can get rid of them for months, if not years, at a time. Then one day this adult will appear, go to college and then have their own life with the minimum of fuss to you.

People really confuse me, why have kids if that's all you're going to do? What's the point?

Each summer I've taken to coming over to help give them new experiences, like the funfair. Opening up the school bus door I stand there as they stream out tired and full of far too much sugar.

Blaine is laughing with one of them, the boy is a Warbler and he's gazing at Blaine with hero-worshipping adoration.

I notice no one does that to me.

I put the time and effort in and they take me for granted.

Herding them up to the main door, and the waiting staff, each of them is signed in and they scamper off into the depths of the building to sit far away from the summer sun and log on to social networking sites everywhere.

Oh to be young again.

Trailing through the mostly empty halls I remember being happy, and young, and foolish here. Walking into the deserted Warbler common room I smile to myself as I can still see the ghosts of my past tiptoe past me.

What was that song Mr Schue sang at the end of our first year in glee? Oh now I know and I start to sing about somewhere over a rainbow way up high. I'm rusty, I'll have to start doing vocal practices, it's been years since I last sang. Running the music through my head I dance slowly around the room and come to a halt at the end letting myself fall into a handy couch.

Someone claps and I startle. Why am I not surprised to see Sebastian there? He smiles at me and saunters in to sit on the other sofa, he lounges with ease his t-shirt riding up a little to hint that a tiny movement more would display his stomach.

Not that I'm interested.

And the thought of seeing him shirtless makes my own stomach roll, but in a good way.

"I'd ask what you're doing here but I'm sure the answer is you work here," Sebastian says teasingly.

"Well then you'd be wrong," I correct him haughtily, "I volunteer here."

"Oh you volunteer…" He's smirking again.

Flushing under his mocking that isn't really mocking I ask him, "So now you know what I'm doing here, what are you doing here?"

"So glad you're taking an interest in me Tiger," I stiffen and mentally kick myself, "Since you asked, I'm here to…"

"Sebastian," It's Blaine with Harry, another Warbler, one tipped to be on the council next year.

"Blaine," Sebastian greets him coldly, "Still addicted to bowties I see," and Blaine has always been addicted to bowties, "Did you get lost or something?" Sebastian drawls, "I'm sure you left here long ago, or were you throwing another impromptu choir practice for your fawning Warbler fans?"

Glaring at his fellow ex-Warbler Blaine gestures to me, "Come on Kurt, everything's wrapped up here, and Harry you must have heard Sebastian singing just now, he used to solo occasionally back in the days when he stole the power from the council."

Now Sebastian's glaring daggers at Blaine while poor Harry swallows nervously, "You mean he's THE Sebastian Smythe."

Strangely that mollifies Sebastian as I add, "Oh there really is only one Sebastian Smythe."

Winking at me Sebastian shows off almost flipping to his feet and sauntering over to me, "Tiger it seems I did make a lasting impression on you," he holds his hand out to help me up.

Gracefully getting to my own feet I disregard his hand, "Sebastian, who could anyone possibly forget you without extreme therapy?"

His grin gets wider and more predatory as he steps closer, "If you want I could help you with that," his hand lands on my shoulder, I hide the gasp I was going to make and act bored, "I've heard music helps sooth many things, sing with me, dance with me…"

"Oh let me guess," I break in, "You'll rock my world?" Harry gasps and I slide away from Sebastian, "Sorry Sebastian a little too busy respecting myself."

Leaving him in the common room I walk Harry to that staircase with Blaine, and as the boy runs up the stairs he stops halfway, "Mr Hummel, are you going to be okay?"

"I'm going to be fine Harry, why do you ask?" It's sweet but confusing.

"Because he was rude to you and he hit on you," The complete astonishment at someone hitting on me is hard to take.

"I'm sure I'll be fine, thank you," I force a smile.

"Good, because you can do so much better than someone like him Mr Hummel, you deserve a prince of a man," and then Harry's scampering off as I smile sadly, I stopped believing in princes long ago, after my one left me for being a frog.

"He's right you know," Blaine says and touches my hand tugging on it so I twirl and duck under our arms imitating dancing, "You deserve a man worthy of you. Don't fall for Sebastian's charms, I know it's been a while for you, but he'll be on and off in minutes," my ex frowns, "I really regret that night, I'm just glad you never had him sniffing around you when he was a teen."

"Are you saying I couldn't handle him?" I'm a little miffed and push the memory of Sebastian kissing me in the hotel right out of my mind.

"No, of course not," and Blaine's instantly patting my hand, "It's just you're so sweet and nice, he's nothing but a scoundrel, he wouldn't understand you need more gentle handling, that you're delicate, sheltered."

"I'm not a girl Blaine," I bite back.

"Yes but you believe there's nothing sexier than the touch of fingertips, you believe in love Kurt, you adore romance, and you've been locked up in that ivory tower of yours for years," Blaine pulls me into a hug. "Don't be mad at me, Kurt, I do care for you."

"I care about you too Blaine," I hug him back.

"And the nerve of Sebastian singing to you, he must know you've not sung in years, he really doesn't know how to be pleasant to anyone," Blaine's hand rubs my back, "I hope it didn't hurt too much when he did that to you. My poor little Kurt, lets get you home and you can tuck yourself up with a set of your Disney movies, you can see true love conquer all."

He steps back and thankfully he misses me wrinkling my nose, "Am I really that predictable?"

"You've always been that predictable Kurt, you were always so easy to please when we dated, I'll be forever grateful to have been loved by you," his voice throbs with sincerity and I roll my eyes.

Only to see Sebastian leaning against a doorway out of sight of Blaine and grinning at me, he blows a kiss to me, turning my back on him I march out of Dalton talking to Blaine and planning to ditch the Disney movies for anything else, even the dreaded video games.

Kurt Hummel can't be that predictable, he's a free spirit, he can be daring and spontaneous and fun.

My resolve lasts until I get home and then my family and friends all gang up on me and I'm stuck watching the damn Disney film while they coo lovingly over me.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.

Thank you so much for all the lovely alerts and reviews, I am happily gloating over them, but I feel kinda bad too. This fiction is somewhat based on really bad romance novels, there won't be a huge amount of plot, and there will be parts that don't make a huge amount of sense and some of Kurt's actions will be a bit far fetched (hey it's bad romance).

I may also need to point out that Kurt never told anyone about his night with Sebastian, they just think he got drunk, went to the hotel, slept it off, came home and then did his normal Kurt thing of pushing people away and claming up. His family and friends dropped the ball big time on this, Kurt really needed someone and they weren't there for him believing he'd bounce back and then come up fighting, instead he kind of went to sleep and so Lima has had the joy of a very quiet, calm, gentle, sweet Kurt Hummel for about 5 years. He just needs something to kick-start him into waking up…