7. Sebastian
Sebastian stood behind the cafeteria door, watching the show. Rachel was totally on her nerves, Santana trying to make her stop pouting. "That girl is definitely an ugly crier. Oh my God, somebody please put a bag on that face. Please," he thought. And Brittany was gobbling a whole box of chicken wings because she wanted to fly. Damn whoever told her the meaning of "you'll have what you eat."
And then there was the special guest star. It was obvious that New York's weather is not enviable at all, because he was the palest Porcelain ever. And the loudest too. "You what?!" Kurt yelled at Rachel.
"Let me explain, okay?" Rachel tried to cool things down. "It was just once. And it meant nothing, just…"
Kurt was out of himself. The last thing he was expecting to find in that cafeteria was his missing former BFF. Oh, no, the last last thing he was expecting was to find his former BFF had made out with his boyfriend. His gay boyfriend. No, his gay ex boyfriend. No, his ex gay ex boyfriend. Technically complicated situation.
"Maybe it didn't mean anything the first time. Rachel, do you really think that I'd buy that?! You two have a past together!"
"That's not a past! We kissed twice. And he turned me down."
"So you came back to finish what you started, right? Oh my God, Rachel, I knew this might happen, but not with you." Kurt turned around and headed out.
"Kurt, wait. He wasn't your boyfriend anymore. I didn't do anything wrong."
"Would you like me to hit on Finn?!" Kurt didn't notice, but he was actually making a scene and the whole cafeteria was staring at them.
"Gross," Brittany said.
"Double gross," Santana pointed out.
Rachel stood up and faced Kurt. "You have no right to make me feel guilty because I found someone who…"
Kurt put his finger on Rachel's lips. "Shut up. Don't you dare say that you've found Blaine because I, me, Kurt Hummel, found him. You just take away from me the things I love."
She pushed Kurt's finger away. "I finally found someone who's as hurt as me."
Kurt didn't answer. He stood there, in front of Rachel for almost a minute. "I am the one who got dumped at the gate 21 at Dayton Airport. Maybe I am the one you should have called the day you came back here!"
A tear ran down Rachel's face. "How could I have told you that I was giving up on our dream? I had to put up with my dad telling me 'you're screwing it up' every single day for the rest of this damn summer."
"I was your best friend." Kurt started crying too.
"And I would have disappointed you. And you would have tried to make me come back. You'd have got out… It's better this way." Rachel drew a smile on her face.
"Is it better this way? Is it better that you get stuck here forever?! Rachel, you finally made it!"
"I googled Lady Tibideaux, and it turned out that her father died of some cardiac disease. So I told her that my dad had had a heart attack and I needed to go back home. So she told me to take a gap year to be with my family and that next year there would be a stage waiting for me in NYADA."
"You are the worst." Santana smiled and high-fived Rachel.
Kurt blinked. "So you basically killed your father…"
"No! Everything's planned. He'll find a donor around June or so and I'll come back to New York. It's perfect. Nothing can fail," Rachel interrupted.
"And you didn't think about Finn never showing up? And even if he came running back into your arms, what would you do when you had to part again?" Santana asked.
"We were supposed to get married, find out that we couldn't live without each other and then move to New York, where every single banner would star my face, advertising the best musical. I'm not the one who says it, The Broadway Academy is, in the 71th Tony Awards." She took a deep breath before carrying on with her fantasy. "Hosted by my dear Kurt Hummel and Miss Shelby Corcoran. You see? Perfect." A big pride smile on her face, the usual facial expression when Rachel Berry's mind flew far away to an imaginary (and maybe forthcoming, "wait, what? Maybe? Please...", she thought.) time and place. Then she realized that she was crying two minutes ago. "Where were we?"
Kurt walked away.
"What… Where… Kurt!" Rachel called.
He turned around. "I won't let it all revolve around you anymore, Rachel. I thought you had changed, but will die being the same selfish wannabe-diva that I met four years ago."
"I am not selfish!"
"You let your 'best friend' think…" Kurt's air quotes couldn't have expressed his rage better that his loud tone. "…I don't even know what I thought! Whatever, I don't care. Deal with your embarrassment and with your loneliness the best way you can. I don't give a fuck for you anymore, Rachel."
Kurt stormed out of the cafeteria, almost running down the hallway, where Sebastian joined in his flight. "Hello," he said with that big fake smile on his face.
Hummel couldn't barely believe who was standing next to him the moment he stopped his march. He turned to face Sebastian, but when he was about to tell him that he could go rot in hell, his archenemy started clapping.
"I didn't know that you actually had blood running through those white veins of yours, Mrs. Hummel. You almost… didn't make me sleep standing up."
Kurt resumed his way out.
"Come on, man! Not even a 'hey, hot stuff, how are you doing?' That's very rude of you. I thought that corsets made you ladies be more polite. You know, the whole being refined for your social meetings. You would have had so much fun in the 19th century."
Sebastian chose not to keep up with Kurt's pace, so he turned the corner and went to the auditorium. "Always nice to see you, honey. You gotta tweet me the make-up you use, I want to put on a drag queen's show for Sectionals."
Blaine was practicing his dance moves. He wanted to do his best. He needed to do his best. New Directions had trusted him to be their leader; he had to live up to his position.
"Thank God that he-Chang is gone and now those feet of yours have the best moves of the whole choir," Sebastian complimented Blaine as he walked into the April Rhodes Civic Pavilion.
Blaine stopped and came down the stage. He felt exhausted. "Sebastian, I can't put up with you anymore. You have five minutes to stalk me and then you can go."
"I'm here to rehearse."
Blaine raised his eyebrows and burst into laughter. Sebastian climbed upon the stage, took a stool and sat on it.
"What a way to rehearse," Blaine said.
"I owe you an apology."
The little Warbler started feeling cramps in his eyebrows. "You what? Do you need help? It's an ictus. It definitely looks like an ictus."
Sebastian chuckled. "This is like Halley's comet, it will happen once and never again in the next 75 years. So sit down, shut up and let me talk without your lovely yet annoying and smooth sarcasm, okay?"
Blaine sat on the first raw. He felt like watching the best play ever played on that stage, even better than his West Side Story. "Fine, talk."
"Which one do you want? The long and humiliating version or the short and straight-to-the-point one?" Sebastian asked.
The other boy rolled his eyes. "You choose, I don't care. I won't buy any." He chuckled.
"You know me. I like them short." He teased Blaine. "And surprisingly straight too."
Both of them laughed. Blaine let his walls down. The laughs, the good mood, being about to perform in front of the whole student body… it all made him be less defensive. He felt… comfortable?
"As I was saying, I owe you an apology. I have no right to sexually harass you. Actually I don't want to either, it's just… I'm not used to rejection." Sebastian made a pause and took a deep breath, trying to recall everything he wanted to say. "The day I met the legendary Blaine Anderson I thought 'he's gotta be mine'." A big smile shone on Sebastian's face. "I spent the following week asking everyone about you. What you like, what you don't like, your history… Everything. It's not a secret that I have a little crush on you."
"Little?" Blaine interrupted smiling too.
"To-be-measured crush. But that's not my point. My point is that it's not right for me to force you to like me. So… I'm sorry and I'll try my best to… keep a healthy friendly environment between us." Sebastian noticed Blaine's disbeliever face and had to extend his coverage. "And between your friends/ex boyfriends/girls you do." He climbed off the stage and held his hand out as a peace offering.
Blaine shook Sebastian's hand. He couldn't deny his reluctance, but he definitely could hide it. It was better for him, and for everybody, that things between them were smooth and… "yeah, why not friendly?" he thought.
"Come on, there's a high school that needs to meet my talent." Sebastian walked away, ready for their performance.
The courtyard was filled with people. Most of them were too busy minding their own business/meals, but New Directions was less hated than previous years. They couldn't say that they were the new American Idols, but the slushie rate had brought down noticeably.
The boys were dressed in leather pants and jackets, following Rachel's "sexistrategy". And the music started to play.
[Don't stop me now – Queen]
Sebastian:
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time,
I feel alive.
And the world I'll turn it inside out.
Yeah!
I'm floating around in ecstasy. So…
Sebastian with New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Don't stop me 'cause I'm having a good time.
Having a good time.
Sam:
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky,
like a tiger defying the laws of gravity.
Joe:
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva.
I'm gonna go go go.
There's no stopping me!
Blaine:
I'm burning through the sky. Yeah!
Two hundred degrees,
that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit.
I'm travelling at the speed of light.
Blaine with New Directions' boys:
I wanna make a supersonic man of you.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Rory:
I'm having such a good time.
I'm having a ball.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Artie:
If you wanna have a good time,
just give me a call.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Artie:
'Cause I'm having a good time.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Rory:
Yes, I'm having a good time.
Artie and Rory:
I don't want to stop at all
Sam:
I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
on a collision course.
I am a satellite. I'm out of control.
Joe and Sam:
I am a sex machine ready to reload,
like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode.
Blaine and Sebastian:
I'm burning through the sky. Yeah!
Two hundred degrees,
that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit.
I'm travelling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me. Don't stop me. Don't stop me.
Blaine:
Hey hey hey!
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me don't stop me.
Uh uh uh.
Blaine:
I like it.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me. Don't stop me.
Blaine:
Have a good time. Good time.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me. Don't stop me.
Oh yeah!
Blaine and Sebastian:
Oh I'm burning through the sky. Yeah!
Two hundred degrees,
that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit.
I'm travelling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Rory:
I'm having such a good time.
I'm having a ball.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Artie:
If you wanna have a good time,
just give me a call!
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Blaine:
'Cause I'm having a good time.
New Directions' boys:
Don't stop me now.
Sebastian:
Yes I'm having a good time.
Blaine and Sebastian with New Directions' boys:
I don't wanna stop at all!
