Happy festive season! Whether you have finals or extra hours at work or you're just sleeping a lot like me, I hope you're having a happy December.
I have pretty great plans (imo) for this story from here on out.
Thank you to everyone who gives this story a chance and, as always, I really hope you enjoy this. Criticisms and compliments are welcomed, it makes my day to hear from you. A very special thank you to my wonderful beta and darling friend for putting up with my endless concerns about this and for taking the time to read it even after I haven't written for weeks on end. Ilu.
Sebastian had arrived slightly early to English that afternoon, in high spirits after what he considered a successful try out, obviously. He was athletic and trained at Dalton for lacrosse four times a week. Not that he cared about anything this school had to offer.
Kurt appeared to be in a better mood than the previous day, acknowledging Sebastian with an eye roll and walking with his head held high in response to the smirk he'd given him until he reached his seat. Of course, 'better mood' meant back to his bitchy, over dramatic self.
Kurt took his seat next to Sebastian and got out his books in silence, as usual, but then hesitated, turning to Sebastian make a comment on his hairstyle or his teeth or his clothes Sebastian didn't really know – all he could think was how much he didn't realise he'd missed this Kurt. He half-laughed in relief that Kurt was actually emotionally stable this time.
Sebastian debated for around half an hour whether or not to bring up what he had seen this past lunch hour. Or perhaps a more accurate way to put it was that he had spent half the lesson replaying the imagery in his head therefore rendering him unable to form coherent, offensive sentences, listen to whatever the presentation the girl was giving at the front of class, or look Kurt in the eyes.
He wasn't even sure what he thought about what he had seen. He felt confused – not because Kurt was a Cheerio but because he liked that Kurt was a Cheerio. He still felt sort of turned on, a feeling he was ungracefully made aware of pretty much as soon as Kurt walked through the door. He was kind of grateful that he'd arrived first today. He felt more than anything an intense curiosity to watch Kurt rehearsing and practicing those dance moves over and over again until they were perfect. Or to feel the polyester of that uniform which rested on his hips.
He felt annoyed and something else, disappointed maybe, when Kurt had rounded the corner to the classroom dressed flawlessly in a presumably in-season designer dark grey jumper and the skinniest of skinny black jeans, with his hair immaculately coiffed and his eyes brighter than ever, but most definitely not in his Cheerios uniform.
Then he was just annoyed at himself. And then he directed his annoyance at Kurt – because this was all obviously his fault. And then he noticed Kurt eying him sideways with a look of concern and anticipation because oh right he'd been here for thirty three minutes and hadn't yet insulted Kurt for that clip on fox tail that was attached to the belt loop in his jeans. Seriously, it was as if Kurt's aim was to be a walking fashion no-no.
His face must really have been something to look at because half a minute later Kurt was now full on staring at him with his mouth hanging open - just enough so that Sebastian could appreciate the softness of his lips - and a look of mild offence painting his features. It was then that he realised he'd just blurted out "where's your uniform, babe?" in what he hoped was a low, teasing tone with traces of mocking but had the feeling sounded a little too interested and desperately soft.
Kurt was starting to blush across the tops of his cheekbones, it was a really pretty shade of pink. He broke the eye contact and looked down at his papers as if they were the most interesting thing he'd ever laid his eyes on, feigning a disinterested "what?" in reply to him.
He decided it was too late to back out now without offering a plausible explanation and pulled himself back to the present, adopting his best slightly-flirty, slightly-judging smirk and said "oh you know, the Cheerio's uniform – the one you were wearing not two hours ago." He slowly looked Kurt up and down but whether to tease himself or Kurt he didn't know, and made sure to put extra emphasis on the word 'Cheerio' to regain the upper hand in this conversation. Kurt was clearly getting worked up over the topic.
Kurt's eyes had shot up at Sebastian's tone but just as quickly he scoffed at Sebastian and turned to face forward again. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about it – he was actually really proud of being a Cheerio. There is nothing to be ashamed of. It gave him some form of popularity and whilst he didn't consider himself the type to care about that, it was incredibly nice not to be shoved into lockers or slushied three times a week because he was that bit less of a loser. It kept him active and gave him his much deserved solos that were plentiful around competition season because though she would never admit it, Coach Sue practically worshipped him from the point he won her a sixth consecutive nationals title with his fourteen minute homage to Celine Dion sung entirely in French. He knew as well as she did that if she wanted to secure a seventh, she needed to keep him around.
Possibly the biggest benefit he'd found came with the job was how it drove Blaine absolutely insane.
"I'm a part-time Cheerio. I struck a deal with Coach Sylvester when I realised I was missing out on way too many opportunities to explore and showcase my impeccable fashion style." And also my boyfriend literally couldn't keep his hands off me at all hours of the day and it got to the point where both our grades and attendance were noticeably suffering because of it, he didn't add. He was smiling perhaps a bit too wide and talking a bit too animatedly at the fond memory of winning a small yet important battle against Sue when he remembered he was talking to Sebastian.
No, Kurt wasn't at all blushing about being a Cheerio. Perhaps it was that Sebastian Smythe of all people found this a point of interest, or more likely, maybe it was because he knew how lost he had gotten in that Beyoncé number. The routine had been a complete blur, with Kurt's mind ten miles away from McKinley and tightly wrapped up in memories the nights before when Blaine had come round to help him 'practice' the dance moves in time to the final chorus of 'Crazy In Love'.
A totally empty house and Blaine's endless desire for Kurt in that uniform had led to entirely different hip movements and vocal runs being tested.
"Every moment is an opportunity for fashion, Sebastian. I have faith that even you could learn that lesson." Kurt shrugged, trying to deflect the conversation back onto Sebastian and his utter lack of fashion sense.
Kurt knew he face must be beet red, now really was not the time to be bringing up those thoughts again, not during school hours when Blaine is on the opposite side of the building and especially not in the close proximity of Sebastian.
Regrettably for Kurt, Sebastian had picked up on this. He had just settled for awkwardly chuckling because he didn't want to talk about this anymore for fear of letting just how not-hot and bothered he was about the whole thing, and he got the feeling Kurt would rather change the subject too. And then he noticed Kurt's face becoming ten types of red rapidly and decided to fuel this fire. With sarcasm.
"That's a great shame for America, Kurt." He paused, purring on Kurt's name. "It's maybe the only time I've seen you look halfway decent-" Kurt opened his mouth to protest but Sebastian carried on. "Actually no not halfway, ridiculously decent. Attractive even. No, more than that. Absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Totally fuckable. It's actually really inconsiderate when you think about it, putting me through that. God your ass though, that's a whole category of its own isn't it? Like, wow, Kurt. And seriously where did you learn to move your hips like that? You kept that one pretty quiet."
Sebastian was unaware that he was in fact saying all of this out loud, to Kurt, about Kurt, in a crowded classroom full of judging, homophobic, unapproachable peers. He was unaware of the twisted horror presenting itself on Kurt's face. He was unaware of how his tone had become more honest and desperate with want as his failed to stop this confession.
Kurt hadn't interpreted it like that, however. He became wounded and agitated with each new way Sebastian found to describe what he thought. Petty banter and skin deep insults were all fair game, but being objectified and mocked so openly and vulgarly by someone he knew thought he had a hideous gay-lady-face was something he just couldn't brush off.
Despite the bitchy, confident exterior and his adorably dorky, loving and complimenting boyfriend, Kurt was still about as insecure as they came. Particularly in the department of sex appeal, he felt like a baby penguin even now when compared to Sebastian.
Kurt was still gazing in Sebastian's direction when he came back to reality; both boys had been lost in what had just happened. Thankfully Sebastian had finally stopped talking. Kurt's eyes were glazed over and slightly watery and his mouth kept quivering as if he was trying to find some response, any response to that.
There were still eight minutes of the lesson left and it was glaringly awkward. The tension between the two boys was almost physically manifest in the small space between their desks. Neither boy chanced looking at the other.
Sebastian swallowed hard but remained still when he heard Kurt shift slightly in his seat. He twisted the pen in his hands around and around and around until it flew half way across his desk, startling him out of his reverie. He glanced sideways at Kurt, who was running his fingers through the fibres of his scarf repeatedly, worrying his bottom lip until it almost bled.
The deafening tone of the bell rang then, startling Kurt. He gathered his things and ran out of the room without even placing them in his bag first. A move he was sure to regret as soon as the hallways started filling rapidly. Neither boy really had time to process what had just happened.
Kurt experienced a multitude of emotions in the two minute walk from his English classroom to the auditorium. He left the room on the edge of tears, though he didn't understand why. He was so much stronger than this, he knew better than to let people's words bother him and could easily spit more cutting insults back at them. Besides, he'd heard so much worse from the Neanderthals that march around the hallways every day.
Yet Sebastian's comments were digging deeper under his skin each time he repeated them in his head. A distorted sob escaped his throat and he took a detour to the restroom to calm himself down before facing Blaine and the rest of the New Directions. Blaine tended to over worry about the silliest things and giving him a reason to be in the same room as Sebastian was not something Kurt wanted to do.
Kurt stared at his own reflection with a stern expression, willing the few tears that had fallen already to end. He muttered at the reflection to "pull himself together", wiped the corners of his eyes with the edges of his sleeves and left.
What Sebastian didn't know was that Kurt had in fact had a lengthy debate with himself outside of his locker the day of the second slushie incident. He was holding a relatively plain button down shirt which featured a small pattern on the left side of the neck – one of his less flamboyant outfits really – trying to decide whether to drop it in Sebastian's locker to save him the grief and humiliation of wearing that hideously inappropriate under shirt all day.
Then he remembered that it was Sebastian Smythe and he placed the shirt back in his own locker, on top of the other near half a dozen various pieces of clothing he kept, just in case of an emergency. People's status on the high school food chain could change as frequently as their "significant others".
In his current state of near-tears-but-late-for-Glee-club, he was 100% certain that was the right decision.
On his way out of school Sebastian usually walked past the auditorium. More often than not it had the wailing tones of Rachel Berry belting out some power ballad feat. the harmonized background vocals of the rest of the talented-yet-under-appreciated diversity club who dance enthusiastically around her pretending not to care that she's the obvious favourite. Admittedly, Sebastian knew she was more talented than all of them combined – except maybe Blaine (and maybe Kurt but he'd make out with twenty two girls before ever admitted that to anyone) but still, it was unjust.
Everyone deserves their shot in the spotlight, which is precisely why he took complete control over the Warblers faster than a middle eastern dictator, making all artistic choices and giving himself all the solos – because he was the best.
This time though, as he walked by, a piano started up and Sebastian recognised the notes instantly – and instead of rolling his eyes at how committed and serious they all were for a two year old Glee club that often had more drama within it than the rest of the Lima school district combined, he stopped. His love for the song overtook him and sparked his curiosity. He tried to avoid hearing any singing whilst in this building at all costs, but he needed to see this.
He stopped walking and headed towards the doors that led to the back of the auditorium. He took two half steps into the room, the auditorium was bathed in darkness, there was only a single area of the stage offered light and there was no movement. The only sound was that piano.
A short brunette figure walked into the light, her no doubt vegan shoes clicking perfectly in time to the beat. She stopped, her head still facing downwards and began to sing. She hadn't even opened her mouth yet and it was already incredibly dramatic.
Bird flying high, you know how I feel,
Rachel slowly lifted her head, putting as much of herself and her feelings into it as she could, and it was only the first line.
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel.
Reeds drifting on by, you know how I feel,
It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me.
She paused, looking to her left and then to her right as the other members of the New Directions took their places on stage, still shadowed by darkness. A smile grew on her lips as she locked eyes with Kurt. Sebastian moved further into the room - thankfully he was still within the shadows - and took a seat on the very back row.
And I'm feeling good.
Rachel dragged out the last word, building the power until the band chimed in with a powerful bass line. At that moment the auditorium lit up in shades of yellow with tones of red coming from the back of the stage, the girls wearing matching hues of yellow and oranges on beautiful dresses, each styled to suit them and the boys wearing off white suits with a rich, deep orange shirt complete with bowties and ties alike. The music was accompanied by an ensemble of chasses to the left, then back, then to the right and back.
It was a sea of perfectly choreographed warm colours.
As the next lines approached, they separated into pairs, dancing together around Santana as she took the lead.
Fish in the sea, you know how I feel,
River running free, you know how I feel.
Sebastian hated to admit it, but he really did enjoying watched Santana sing. They switched dance partners, the boys eloquently spinning the girls into the in one swift, perfect movement that reminded Sebastian a lot of how the Warbler's used to perform before he arrived and gave them more 'energy'. Every move had accentuated arms and graceful moves that were perfectly in sync. Blaine sang.
Blossom in the trees, you know how I feel,
It's a new dawn, it's a new day it's a new life for me.
The girls twisted out again, and everyone stopped still, arms straight, singing together.
And I'm feeling good.
Sebastian couldn't deny his feelings or shock when Kurt stepped forward to sing the next lines.
Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know,
The New Directions began moving again.
Butterflies all out havin' fun, you know what I mean.
Sleep in peace when day is done,
Finn and Rachel walked around the group to the centre of the stage, singing in harmony.
And this old world, is a new world, and a bold world.
For me.
The power of Rachel's voice on the last line was undoubtedly breath-taking. Love her or hate her, boy that girl could sing. She clutched her chest and gave it her all as if she was performing for a stadium full of people.
Sebastian wasn't in awe or their performance, per se. He knew that the Warbler's performance at Regionals had been a quality example of epic showmanship and synchronicity, but there was something about this group. Something he thought, if only for a fleeting second, would be what allowed them to win a National championship.
Everything about them right down to their very core was simultaneously incredibly different yet so incredibly in sync. Their outfits, for example, were themed and usually only ever the exact same during a competition of course. But even they, in a way represented how they liked different things, suited different styles, but united in what they loved – performing.
Each and every member (except that rich girl – he'd heard her "warming up" before Regionals) brought a unique voice to the group: Rachel and Finn were the leaders, Mercedes was the last note powerhouse, Santana was the feisty, confident one, the guy in the wheelchair apparently only liked white rapping – terribly. Blaine was the dreamy showman with the perfect ass, and Kurt was the versatile, underappreciated emotional heart. Even with such a range of talent they still managed to work in perfect tandem.
What the She-Queer-a's blonde and the Asian guy lacked for in vocal power they definitely made up for in moves. Sebastian was pretty jealous that the Warbler's didn't have anyone like that who he could take advantage of. Maybe then they'd have beat the New Directions at Regionals. They kind of knew what to showcase when it came down to it.
He didn't understand how or why, but the more time Sebastian observed Kurt, properly at home in the setting with a group of people who adored and encouraged him to be who he was, the more he was honestly and truly fascinated by him. Kurt was never like that around Sebastian, probably because Sebastian was a complete asshole whenever Kurt was near; no that was definitely the reason.
It wasn't really until that very moment that Sebastian felt a strong need to get to know that Kurt, the one he was still watching now, even though he was at the very back of the stage, dancing with Mercedes.
The song drew to a close, and the sharp echoing sound of Mr Schue's claps filled the otherwise empty space.
"Amazing, guys." He bowed his head.
Most of the club began to gather their things and leave the building by the stage exit, but Rachel and KurtandBlaine remained. Presumably to practice another song where Rachel would steal the lead and the final 'jaw dropping' note, and Blaine would harmonize with her, leaving Kurt to provide back up. Because their voices were louder, not stronger.
As the beat sounded up, Sebastian found himself growing agitated on Kurt's behalf with that fact that he was right in every way. It was also then that he realised how much he'd actually enjoyed hearing Kurt's voice solo. It was powerful and breath-taking and ridiculously versatile. It was easily the only one in the club to even match or surpass Rachel's. He had so much more potential than anyone except Coach Sue (of all people) seemed to give him credit for.
Kurt didn't look agitated though, as he gazed lovingly into the eyes of the former lead Warbler as if nothing in the world was more precious. It was sickening. The trio all had their hands joined, singing in harmony yet another song which expressed how truly happy they were to be going to Nationals – again – so they can lose in spectacular style - again.
Sebastian's inner monologue sounded pretty warped and bitter. It was justified bitterness though. He had made so much effort to play nice after everything that happened – and it was totally genuine. For perhaps the first time in his life, Sebastian had felt guilt for the role he played in pushing that Karofsky kid that much further over the edge.
He had even managed to push whatever negative feelings he'd felt about causing Blaine so much pain to the extent of surgery. It was his own fault, he shouldn't have got in the way, it was meant for Kurt and he threw it in the direction of Kurt and that was that. Blaine was simply collateral damage.
And it wasn't as if he hadn't actually stopped and actively tried to change his ways. He meant what he said in the Lima Bean that day: "it's all fun and games, until it's not". That was Sebastian's mantra, so to speak. Live life, enjoy life and ignore the consequences.
But he'd had a brush with real human emotion and sure it brought him back down to earth and made him rethink his mantra but then they lost regionals and he was seven types of embarrassed. He had to face the wrath of the Warblers for failing for yet another year not to beat the New Directions, he was pissed that he destroyed the Finn photos and couldn't follow through on his threat, he was gutted that he wasn't going to Nationals because he really thought they could do it. His parents just thought it was hilarious that he actually seemed to care so much about something.
He hadn't felt as humiliated in a long while standing on that stage watching KurtandBlaine prance around happily whilst the Warblers had to maintain their gracious show faces and accept the second place trophy. But he did still try. For around two weeks.
And then it got boring, and boredom was the principle thing that drove Sebastian to do reckless things in life.
But then things just began to get worse and worse. The Warbler's resorted to nursing home shows and other charity events, plus Sebastian's favourite hook-up decided "it wasn't what he was looking for any more".
Sebastian found himself spending double the time in Scandals after that, to escape how mundane his life had become. Thus resulting in his father finding him two weeks later sprawled head first through his bedroom window, legs half in, half out. Practically passed out from the sheer energy it takes to climb up the deceptively strong vine leading to his balcony. Plus alcohol. Which finalised his transfer within the week.
So screw being the honest, caring person who tried (relatively) hard for around three weeks and put other people's happiness first. It got him nowhere. In fact, it got him to the one place he really didn't want to be.
Sebastian realised thirty seconds too late that their song had finished, and that the trio were now making their way up the side staircase toward the back of the auditorium. Or in other words, right towards him. Kurt and Blaine had their hands joined as Rachel giggled alongside, leaning slightly into the taller boys side as he complemented her performance. He could pinpoint the exact moment they noticed him, face cast half in shadow on the back row of the auditorium from the lack of sound that followed.
Blaine was the first to speak. "Sebastian?"
Sebastian cleared his throat and shifted slightly.
"Sebastian hey! How long have you been here?" Blaine asked. His innocent, genuine smile would have warmed his heart (or his crotch) four months back. But not now. His eyes flitted to him briefly.
Blaine's smile faltered a little when it became clear that he wasn't going to get a reply. And he thought he saw Kurt tug on their hands a little in response. Ugh. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Long enough to see you butcher one of my all-time favourite songs. Really pitchy hobbit. I'm quite distraught." He smirked at Rachel. More like pitch perfect. Though it was way too easy to wind Rachel up, she became flustered and over emotional at the drop of a hat. He took great pleasure in watching her straighten her back and push her nose up at him, sweeping a stray piece of fringe behind her ear.
She opened her mouth to reply but Kurt beat her to it.
"Remind me again which one of us if going to Chicago this year to compete at Nationals for the second time?" Kurt blinked, tilting his head slightly to the left.
"Oh please. That was a total fluke and you only won because we let you." Sebastian replied.
"You let us win?" Kurt deadpanned.
"Rachel shouldn't have competed if we were going by the original plan." He shifted his weight. "So really it's thanks to my kindness that your little star here got to shine."
"That was an unacceptable act of show choir terrorism!" Rachel stepped forward, pointing at Sebastian as if to emphasize her point.
"Are you serious right now?" Kurt placed his hand on Rachel's shoulder to calm her, and she laid her hand over his in return. "You did one barely moral thing, in a plan that meant you would've cheated to win anyway. Either way, we were still better. You lost your charm and any class you had when you lost Blaine."
Blaine swooned slightly at the mention of his name, trying to contain a smile.
"Anyway, Blaine spoke to you after the show. You publically congratulated us on our win on stage. I don't understand what changed; I thought you'd had some kind of 'life epiphany'." Kurt added.
"People change. It got boring." He shrugged.
Kurt tilted his head to the left again, but this time it wasn't in a psychopathic rage, it was in curiosity. The conversation was bordering on interrogation and Sebastian felt trapped. But he couldn't think of a witty response, his mind was totally blank.
"Is that why you've been avoiding my texts?" Blaine asked. He sounded hurt and a little disheartened.
"You've been texting him again- Blaine." Kurt pinched his fingers to his nose and breathed out heavily. "I thought we'd been through this-"
"I was just helping him try to fit in." Blaine replied, throwing his arms up in defence. "He looked lonely." He shrugged.
Sebastian scoffed.
"To be honest he does have a point." Rachel spoke up, hand on her hip. "I've never seen you eat in the cafeteria with anyone except during that first week when you followed around that strange looking swimmer, and beyond that you never talk to anyone in class and you haven't joined any clubs-"
Sebastian looked to the floor, growing agitated by how much they'd noticed.
"We're just concerned for you." Blaine cut in.
"Still?" Kurt asked with heavy tones of disbelief in his voice.
"I thought he'd changed!" Blaine replied, eliciting a small breathy laugh from Kurt.
"They're right though. Blaine offered for you to sit with us, hell we even agreed that you could join Glee club when we saw how hard it was for you." Kurt said in a tone which was either genuine concern or petty sarcasm.
"I'm fine. I've got plenty of friends here" the word felt strange coming out of his mouth, "the baseball team have lorded me as a visionary seen as I can actually hit the damn ball." The last part was true, the state of the team was appalling, Sebastian could hardly believe that any of them had made the team – though he supposed there wasn't much of a choice.
This time it was Kurt who scoffed. "I think you're definition of 'friend' may be a little off."
Sebastian wanted to be offended but Kurt was right, he felt an aching pang in his chest – it had been so long since he had a proper friend that he had forgotten its meaning. He really missed his brother right now; he made him feel less broken.
"Yeah, well, I don't need 'friends', I'm fine the way I am. Fewer feelings, fewer consequences. It's a great life, you should try it."
"It's okay to admit you're lonely here, Sebastian. We all know you don't want to be here." Blaine uttered.
"God, will you get off my back already!" Sebastian exclaimed, he was growing tired of Blaine's constantly, never wavering nicey-nicey bashful school boy persona. It was exhausting.
Blaine took half a step back, shocked by the outburst.
"Sebastian, you've been slushied at least twice since you arrived here. That's not a trait of someone who sits on the top of the heap." Kurt pointed out.
"Well I don't need you or your stupid loser glee club to take pity on me and rescue me from my poor unfortunate life." He retorted.
"Then why were you watching us rehearse?" Kurt asked, stopping Sebastian cold. Because he didn't actually have an answer. Sure, because it was one of his favourite songs, but he should have ran in the opposite direction if he wanted his ears to remain unscarred from their horrific cover.
"I told you, I really love that Muse cover. I wanted to see if justice could be done, but obviously not I mean have you heard them? Have you heard yourselves?" He laughed.
"If it was that bad then why did you stay through the whole song? And then why did you stay and watch our song?" Kurt gestured between the three of them.
Sebastian opened his mouth but closed it just as quickly. He'd stayed to watch Kurt, to figure him out some more. This hot, cheerleading, strong, sarcastic boy with the face of an angel. But he'd jump in front of a moving bus before ever admitting that to anyone. Especially not the man himself. Though it might wind his boyfriend up pretty good, he thought.
"Another personal favourite." I wanted to hear your voice. He shrugged. Kurt raised his eyebrows but didn't question it any further.
Rachel nudged Kurt. "Can we go now?" She asked.
Kurt looked down towards her and nodded.
"Have fun at your convention for overrated talentless annoying Jewish girls with beak noses and superiority complexes in that hobbit hole deep, deep underground where your kind belongs." Sebastian smiled, face pointed towards the stage and his expression unfocused.
Rachel pushed past Sebastian with as much force as her small frame could muster, evidently trying to generate some kind of storm out. Blaine quickly followed whilst Kurt's eyes lingered a little on Sebastian's. He stared, searching but unsmiling for a few moments too long, his eyes striking against the backlit auditorium.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kurt asked.
The moment felt crystallized and Sebastian felt like a small insect under a child's observation glass. It was unnerving given that Sebastian was usually the one instigating the uncomfortable staring. Yet right now, he felt like the very presence of Kurt made him vulnerable and that his every thought was instantly readable.
Sebastian didn't like that. But he couldn't say anything, he could barely move. He was only half aware of what he'd said but he knew it was cutting. It was like a reflex, he had to have the last word, always.
Almost as soon as the moment had started, Kurt broke the eye contact and walked briskly past him with more grace than he thought humanly possible. And Sebastian totally did not feel a powerful jolt of electricity course from the back of his hand right through his spine to the tips of his toes when Kurt flew by, brushing him by a millimetre. Not at all.
"Fuck." He whispered.