AN: Okay, so I don't normally do this, because I feel like it's whiney, and sad, and really, who wants to be that kid. But I see that there are SEVENTY FIVE (like how did that happen) story alerts, and TWENTY FIVE favorite stories. So why only 19 reviews? If I like something, I make requests, or commentary, or encouragement. We're all writers here, we all love it when other people tell us that they like our stuff. So pretty please keep that in mind? Thanks! Enjoy!

WARNINGS: The inner-workings of Sebastian's mind, no smut. Not really any Klaine. (it really deserves it's own warning.) the introduction of an actual plot.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee

Chapter 6: Say I shouldn't kill you yet

Sebastian was nothing if not prepared. His lair in the caves of Westerville was completely under Dalton Tower's radar, and they had yet to figure out that The Meerkat was actually Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson's business associate. He smirked about how all of them didn't think he knew who The Warbler was. He had really decided to target New York once he got to the states to lay low, but for one thing, Spiderman made security pretty tight, and there weren't any records on hand that he could send his minions to crack in to to extract the identity, like Dalton had so generously provided for Blaine. But for another thing, one picture of the adorable Warbler's ass made Sebastian decide to play his favorite game: How fast can we corrupt the innocent thing. He had been playing it since the day he was born, and was really just a super villain because he was rotten to the core.

Sebastian would have been happy slowly turning the Warbler, if he hadn't discovered which was the act and which was real life. He had assumed that Blaine just acted the asshole to protect his identity, but he now realized that he just acted the nice guy to keep up the persona that the people at Dalton fed him. Blaine didn't need to be corrupted, he was already there. And alas, in all of their fighting, the Warbler had not once looked at him with any desire at all. Which, though thoroughly vexing, just proved to Sebastian that you can't win them all. The stint he had pulled in Uptown Lima would have been a farewell to the Warbler, to seek fun from a different venue, with a slightly more innocent hero, if he had not seen Kurt Hummel in the boutique that day.

After arriving swiftly back at his lair after some fun evading the trained guards at the Tower, he had done a back ground check. The boy's name was Kurt Hummel, age 20, and he was taking a break from college at NYADA in New York to take care of his dad, who had expensive heart surgery and needed someone to take care of him, being a 48 year old widower who owned a mechanics shop. Kurt would be here for the summer and winter terms and be back at NYADA for the spring semester. That meant that Sebastian had roughly five months to slowly corrupt the angel in the shop into an accomplice, hopefully one that he could fuck regularly. Now, to find something the boy needed that could serve as a catalyst.

Kurt was trying to dissuade Rachel from buying another cat sweater over the phone when none other than Sebastian Smythe, one of the leading businessmen in Ohio, and 15th richest man on the planet under 25, walked into the boutique.

"Uhm, hello, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Kurt asked, quickly closing the phone and already mourning the addition of another cat sweater in their apartment once he returned to New York. When Sebastian's answer was to stalk up to him predatorily, Kurt's brow furrowed in confusion. "Anything I can help you find?"

"Well," Sebastian drawled with a smirk, "Since I was looking for you, no, there really isn't anything you can help me with. But I have a business deal for you." He gave Kurt one of his winning smiles, certain that this boy would fall in line just like all the rest.

"I'm sorry," came the frosty reply. "But I really don't think that I would be interested in any deals with you. But I can help you pick out a nice cashmere scarf." He finished, brightly and sarcastically.

"But I was really looking forward to going over this deal with you at dinner at La Petit Dame at eight tonight." Sebastian exclaimed, with his smirk still intact, while inwardly fuming that Ohio seemed the one place that it was proving impossible to get some ass.

Kurt inwardly sighed at the disappearance of the dream to ever go to that amazing French restaurant, because there was no way he was going with Sebastian Smythe. "Look, sir, I'm very…flattered…by your suggestion to go out to dinner, but I really must decline." Kurt accompanied this with a dismissive wave towards the door, hoping the smarmy man would get out of his face soon.

Sebastian had really been hoping to drop this particular bomb later, but since Kurt seemed so unmoved by his undeniable charm, he cut straight to the deal. "Look, Hummel. You do me a few favors and I can move your dad to the top of that transplant list, lickety split. It may not be strictly legal, but from what I understand, the chances of him getting his heart in time to save him are pretty slim."

Kurt gasped. If there was one wound that he hoped no one would see, it was that he was almost sure that his father wasn't going to make it. His father had downsized to living in the one room above his shop, electing to sell his house to make sure that Kurt could pay for NYADA and still have plenty of money for emergencies and rent. Ever since Kurt had been gone, Burt had been slipping into unhealthy habits, and when Kurt got the call that his father was in need of care, Kurt went to the student office and asked them to un-enroll him in his summer classes, and hold his spot until the following spring. Then he had rented out a one room near Hummel's Tires and Lube and gotten a day job, while making sure his father took all his medication and followed the health guide lines.

But Kurt knew more than anyone that his father was not near the top of the transplant list, and that his heart might stop working before a heart became available. He would do anything to get what Sebastian was offering. But- he couldn't become a whore. What the Warbler was doing wasn't exactly right, but it didn't make him feel dirty and used like Sebastian's offer did.

"It's just a business dinner at eight, Hummel. Come for the food, if nothing else, and I'll tell you the details then. See you at eight, babe." Sebastian smirked as he left, knowing that he had gotten Kurt, hook, line, and sinker. Now he just had to see how long it would take Kurt to stop being so…moral. It was annoying.

AN: Don't worry guys, Blaine will be back next chapter and kurt will never be attracted to Seb…in this fic…because I keep kind of shipping them for no reason…oops….love you all! Don't forget what I said at the beginning!