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Warnings: Masturbation, Slight Angst? Jealous/guilty Blaine, Scheming Sebastian, and contemplative Kurt

Disclaimer: Glee is not something that is owned by me. This plot isn't even really owned by me, but I'm trying to do fun things with it

Chapter 7: The strength to Carry On

Blaine stared angrily at the monitor as he watched Sebastian flirt with his Kurt, and he smiled a little when the look on Kurt's face was anything but impressed. He wished that he had thought to include microphones, but they were a little harder to hide than the surveillance cameras were, and he liked to think that he allowed Kurt a small amount of privacy. He was already calculating Kurt's route home so that he could make sure to "save" him, and remind him of his current relationship- Blaine felt like he had just been hit by a freight train. Kurt wasn't his. He might want him to be, but he wasn't. And if he continued to try to reach him this way, he never would be. Blaine struggled to fight the ever-rising panic attack at the thought. He just had to make the angel understand that not only did Blaine want him, but he loved him.

Resolving to follow this new course of action, he rose to flick the monitor off, glancing at Kurt's beautiful face one last time. Only to find that the beautiful face in question looked like someone had just run over it with a freight train. He watched as the blood drained out of Kurt's face, leaving the already pale porcelain skin a stark white. He felt a sweep of violent emotion rising in his chest. He had to protect him, to get to him, something. He looked in disbelief at Sebastian, someone who, while they had never been friends, had never looked so…sinister before. He watched as Sebastian walked calmly out of the store and into his limo, and watched as Kurt walked mechanically to the back room to grab his belongings before rushing down the street to his apartment. Blaine wanted nothing more that to fly right to where he was at the speed of light, but he had just promised himself not two minutes ago that he would give Kurt some privacy, and let the boy come to him. So, he shut off the monitor and went to work with Nick and Jeff on stealth skills, as much as it killed him inside.

Kurt walked home on unsteady feet, already feeling the weight of this decision heavily on his shoulders. He had always thought that he knew the difference between right and wrong, had always believed himself to be a moral person. He remembered his belief in high school that no matter the price, no one could buy his morals. And yet here was the first offer he had had of something "less than legal" by a man that made his skin crawl, and yet he was considering it to give his father the transplant. But was he really being immoral? His father needed that heart to live, couldn't he do the man that raised him the favor of saving his life?

And then on the other hand, there was the Warbler. The hero who's name he didn't even know, who was not as heroic as he seemed. Surely that was a classic example of blurred lines. The hero did good things, he rescued people and made sure that no one was victimized. And yet, he had used that good thing to do a bad thing, with his unorthodox pursuit of Kurt. So if Kurt had to do a bad thing, and sell himself to the biggest play boy on the planet, to do a good thing, and save his father's life, which was he more of? Good, or bad? After he entered his apartment, he glanced at his window, debating forever about the result of the action, before finally going over and spreading the door fully open. Maybe the enigmatic man would fly by and see his silent plea for guidance.

Sebastian had sent his minions to Kurt's apartment while he had told he boy his options, wanting a first row seat to Kurt's moral downfall. When the men got back to report, however, they said that it had taken them longer than usual, because they had to be very careful while planting the spyware, to hide it from anyone searching for the equipment. Because, you see, Dalton Tower already had the place bugged. Sebastian held out his hand expectantly, knowing that Dave was too good at his job not to have used a remote router to get the footage from the camera's source. And he was not disappointed. Forgoing the original plan to look at Kurt's moral dilemma, he opted instead for seeing the reason Dalton Tower was so invested in the boy.

What he saw on the footage surprised him, and also turned him on immensely. It looked like Blainers was even less innocent than he had originally thought, and he watched as Blaine coached Kurt at oral, and then anal sex. He could feel himself growing hard in his pants at the night of debauchery, and pulled himself out so he could fully enjoy the show. When he got to the scene in the kitchen, the camera had a fortunate side view of the very delectable boys starring in the event. His strokes became more harsh and tight as he watched the look of rapture on Kurt's face as he came, coming as he watched the boy fall apart.

And, as a convenient plus, he now knew exactly what Kurt Hummel's first mission would be. He had wanted it to be something he could check, and now he knew it would be. Kurt's first assignment would be to find the true identity of The Warbler.

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AN: Yeah, I know. This is really short. But that was the natural break in the plot. I'm sorry, I love all of you, and to make up for it I shall update tomorrow without fail. But for tonight, adieu! And remember the Golden Rule and hit that review button!