Chapter 12: New Kid

Author's Note: This chapter is based on a prompt from KlaineDrarryMerthur. Hope you like it

Blaine parked in front of Kurt's house. He had never been happier to arrive anywhere in his life. Sebastian had not talked a lot during the drive, but enough to make Blaine grind his teeth together, and clench his hands around the steering wheel. Sebastian's family made Blaine's look like paupers. They had money, and political influence which, of course, was why Blaine's dad wanted Smythe senior as a client. Apparently, Sebastian thought that as a Smythe, he was superior to everyone else. Blaine disagreed.

Sebastian had been very obviously unimpressed when he found out that they were attending a party with kids who went to public school, and lived in small town, Lima. His reaction pissed Blaine off. Kurt was Blaine's best friend, had been since the day he snuck into Dalton, hiding behind a pair of sunglasses. Kurt's friends had welcomed Blaine into their circle. They got on his case about being a preppy and a Warbler, but Blaine knew that the teasing meant they considered him one of their own. They couldn't care less that Blaine was gay, and that kind of acceptance was rare in Blaine's life. He certainly didn't get it at home.

Blaine was not exactly well travelled; he hadn't lived in Paris the way Sebastian had, and he, too, lived in a small town. Blaine closed his car door, and started up the walkway to Kurt's front door, Sebastian on his heels. One car ride; and he already couldn't stand this kid. Blaine prayed as he rang the doorbell. Please don't let him be in any of my classes next year.

Finn answered the door. "Hey, Blaine." He motioned them in, and closed the door.

"Finn, this is Sebastian. He's starting at Dalton in September."

Sebastian shook the hand Finn held out, and had to look up to meet the other boy's eyes. Not by much, mind you, only an inch but that inch seriously unsettled Smythe. He had always been the tallest kid in his class. He couldn't even remember the last time he had met another teenager that was taller than he was. This kid was not only taller. He was broader, heavier; just plain bigger, end of story. Sebastian felt like a twig beside this kid, and he didn't like the feeling. "Finn, thanks for inviting me to the party."

Finn shrugged. "That would be my brother, Kurt. It's no big deal, dude; any friend of Blaine's."

Blaine had to press his lips together to stop the words, 'there's no way this schmuck is a friend of mine' from popping out of his mouth. Schmuck is a Yiddish word Blaine had learnt from a classmate and he thought it fit Smythe perfectly. Finn nodded at both boys and disappeared into the living room.

"Hey, hobbit, who's the twink?" Santana smirked at Blaine, while Brittany called out, "Kurtie, the Warbler dolphin's here."

Sebastian snapped at the Latina. "I am not a twink."

Santana looked him over. "Yeah, my mistake, you're not cute enough." She wrapped her arm around Brittany, and drew the blonde with her as she flounced into the living room.

"Who the hell was that?" Sebastian now knew how Alice felt when she fell down the rabbit hole. Who were these people?

Blaine turned his laugh into a cough. "That's Santana and the blonde is Brittany."

"She called you a Warbler dolphin?" Sebastian didn't think he'd heard right.

"Yeah, I'm a member of Dalton's glee club, the Warblers." Blaine continued in
total seriousness. "Dolphins are gay sharks."

"What?" Sebastian knew that didn't make sense.

"Blaine, Hi." Kurt had been in the kitchen with Quinn when Brittany yelled that Blaine had arrived. He walked towards them now, wearing Kurt casual; black skinny jeans, grey long sleeve T-shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbow, black vest unbuttoned to show the silver chain threaded through his belt loops.

"Kurt, this is Sebastian. He's starting at Dalton next week. Sebastian, this is my friend, Kurt."

Kurt extended his hand. "Kurt Hummel."

"Sebastian Smythe." Sebastian took Kurt's hand, and didn't let go. He checked Kurt out, blatantly leering at the McKinley diva's body, before he met the blue/green gaze. "Blaine, you didn't tell me that your friend was stunning." Smythe caressed the back of Kurt's wrist. "Ohio is getting more interesting by the minute."

Blaine gasped. Kurt frowned, and quickly extracted his hand from Sebastian's clasp. "Uh, thank you?" He turned to Blaine. "There's food and drinks set up in the dining room. Help yourselves." Kurt disappeared back into the kitchen.

Blaine walked into the dining room with Sebastian. "Kurt's got a boyfriend, Smythe."

Sebastian grabbed a wine cooler. "No problem. I'm just going to borrow Kurt for a night or two."

Blaine stood staring at the other boy. "You're kidding, right?"

Sebastian smirked. "I am?" He opened the wine cooler and took a sip. "I think I'll go see if Kurt needs help in the kitchen." He started to walk away, and then turned, walking backwards. "I'm just trying to be a good guest."

Blaine wasn't too worried; he knew Kurt would have no problem shutting this guy down. He almost felt sorry for the guy, NOT!

The Warbler crossed the hall, to the living room. Artie and Finn played with sound equipment, moving speakers, and setting up mikes. Brittany sat on Santana's lap. Blaine took a swig of his coke, watching the two girls, yeah, just friends, right!

Artie caught sight of Blaine standing in the doorway. "Blaine, what do you think?"

In the kitchen, Quinn was arranging party sandwiches on a plate. Kurt took Hors D'oeuvres out of the oven, little baby pizzas and small cheese things. Sebastian watched Kurt bend over the open oven door, appreciation in his eyes. "How can I help?"

Kurt put the hot trays on the stove top, and handed a platter to Sebastian. "Transfer these to the plate, and put them on the dining room table. Thanks."

Quinn finished with the sandwich trays. "Dining room?"

"That would be great, Quinn, thanks. Oh, this is Sebastian, a friend of Blaine's. Sebastian, Quinn."

Smythe nodded. Quinn smiled on her way out of the kitchen with the sandwiches. Kurt stood beside the sink, filling a container with ice cubes. Sebastian made sure to slide his body against Kurt's as he put the empty Hors D'oeuvres trays in the sink.

Kurt turned to face Smythe. "I'm seeing someone."

Sebastian smirked. "No problem. I'm certainly not going to tell him."

Kurt picked up the filled container. "I'm not interested." He walked out of the kitchen.

Sebastian picked up the plate of Hors D'oeuvres, and followed him. "Ah, a challenge."

Blaine opened the door to Sam and Mercedes, Mike and Tina. "Hey, guys."

"Blaine, Hi." Sam carried his guitar case. Mike clapped Blaine on the shoulder. "Blaine Warbler, how's it going?"

Blaine grinned at Mike. He hadn't heard that nick name in a while. "Good. How was your summer?"

"Awesome!" Mike filled Blaine in on his summer, as they followed Sam into the living room.

"Got it set up, yet?" Sam called out to Finn and Artie as he opened his guitar case.

Artie wheeled his chair away from a mess of cables. "Yeah, almost done."

Brittany hopped off Santana's lap, and started to dance with Mike. Britt didn't actually need any music; she carried the rhythm within her.

Sam settled the guitar strap over his shoulder, and started to tighten the strings. "Hey, Santana."

Santana waved a hello to Sam, as she watched Brittany dance with Mike. "Hey, Trouty Mouth."

Mercedes and Tina had joined Quinn in the dining room. Tina was telling Quinn about dance camp, when Kurt walked in carrying ice, followed by Sebastian with a platter of food.

"Tina!" Kurt put the ice down next to the drinks, and hugged Tina. "How was dance camp?"

"Awesome!" Tina glanced at Sebastian, and Kurt introduced him. "Tina, Mercedes, meet Sebastian. He's starting at Dalton next week."

Mercedes popped a tiny pizza into her mouth. "You going to try out for the Warblers?"

"I don't know yet." Sebastian answered Mercedes but his eyes never left Kurt as the other boy moved things around on the dining room table, making room for more food.

Mercedes nudged Quinn. The cheerleader nodded quickly. They both watched as Sebastian stared at Kurt, and Kurt ignored him.

Rachel parked behind Puck. "Need any help?"

Puck's guitar case was leaning against the truck, and Puck was trying to dig a cardboard box out of the truck bed. "Yeah, grab my guitar, I'll get this."

Walking beside Puck, Rachel heard bottles clinking. "What did you do, Puck, rob a liquor store?"

Sunglasses in place, Puck grinned down at the baby Streisand. "Contributions from my appreciative costumers, babe."

Shaking her head, Rachel rang the doorbell.

Tina opened the door wide, and waved them in. "Come on in, guys."

In the living room, Santana directed Mike, Sam, and Finn as they reconfigured the furniture, creating an empty space in front of the sound equipment. Blaine and Artie were plugging in amps, and testing the sound. Rachel, Puck and Tina walked into the chaos.

"Hey" Finn hugged Rachel. Sam took the box of liquor from Puck. "Where do you want this?"

"Rachel, grab a mike. I want to make sure this works." Artie motioned Blaine to take the second mike.

Puck looked around the room. "Let's set up a bar in the corner." He dragged an end table over to the back of the room, and Sam put the box down. "Where's the princess? We need glasses and shit."

Artie flicked a switch, Blaine and Rachel each took a mike and started a Streisand song. Santana, Britt, and Tina went into one of their choreographed routines from regionals. Mike tried to drag Finn in to the dance. "No way, dude. I've got to conserve my energy for Glee Club."

Mike laughed. "You think you're going to get better by not dancing?"

Finn grimaced. "I couldn't get any worse." He watched as Mike tossed first Tina and then Brittany over his hip. Santana used Mike's thigh as a spring board, and sailed into a back flip.

"Princess, we need…" Puck and Sam walked into the kitchen to see Kurt glaring at a tall skinny kid. The kid raised his hands and backed away from Kurt. Puck almost laughed. Kurt gave serious death glares, Puck should know, he'd been on the receiving end often enough. "ice, glasses, coke, 7-up, maybe some orange juice."

Kurt frowned at Puck. "It's all on the dining room table, Puck."

Puck put his arm around Kurt's shoulder and drew him out of the kitchen. "The dining room's not going to work, dude. We need it in here." Puck stopped at the doorway to the living room and pointed to the box of booze. "I'm setting up a bar in the corner."

Kurt didn't even protest. "Of course, you are." He started back to the kitchen.

Hands in his pockets, Puck strolled beside the countertenor. "Who's the skinny kid?"

Kurt groaned. "Long story, Blaine's baby-sitting him for the weekend."

"He's in to you."

The Glee diva snorted. "Yeah, not happening."

Puck laughed at Kurt's disgusted face. "This should be fun."

Kurt elbowed the Mohawk kid in the side, as they entered the kitchen. "Sebastian, this is Puck." Kurt opened the pantry and took out sleeves of plastic cups. "Puck, Sebastian. He's starting at Dalton next week." Kurt gave Sam the plastic cups. "You guys already introduced yourselves, right?" Sam and Sebastian nodded. "Puck, you can take that cooler of soft drinks into the living room. Sam, there's a bag of ice in the freezer. Sebastian, get one of the plastic mixing bowls behind you for the ice." Kurt looked at Puck. "That everything?"

Puck grabbed the cooler of drinks, and kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Yeah, thanks, Princess." He grinned at Sebastian as he left the room, Sam behind him with the cups and ice.

"Old boyfriend?" Sebastian leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Nope."

"Princess?" Sebastian smirked at Kurt.

Kurt had to look up at Sebastian but that didn't lessen the authority in his voice. "He can call me Princess. You can't."

The doorbell rang, and Kurt turned on his heel and left Sebastian standing in the kitchen, surprise on his face. Woah, this kid was seriously hot!

Quinn and Mercedes stood in the foyer, talking to Kurt's boyfriend. "Nigel!" Kurt snuggled into Nigel, wrapping his arms around the other man. "I thought you'd never get here."

Nigel pried Kurt's head away from his neck, so that he could see his face. "Something wrong?"

Mercedes grinned. "Kurt has a stalker."

"What?"

Quinn patted Kurt's back in sympathy. "Poor baby!" She smiled at Nigel. "There's a new kid here, he took one look at Kurt, and zing!" Quinn laughed.

Kurt groaned, hiding his face against Nigel's chest. "Don't say that!"

Nigel laughed and kissed Kurt. "Whoever this kid is, I can't argue with his taste."

Kurt pressed closer to his boyfriend, wrapped his arms around the OSU student's neck, and deepened the kiss. Quinn grinned at Mercedes. They joined the other kids in the living room, giving the boys some privacy.

Two hours later, two bottles of donated liquor gone, everyone was either dancing or singing or both. Kurt bowed to scattered applause, and handed the mike to Rachel. He weaved his way between dancing Glee kids, to reach Nigel. Sebastian's eyes followed Kurt, as the countertenor sat in his boyfriend's lap and stole a sip from Nigel's drink.

Standing behind his ad-hoc bar, Puck added ice to a glass, and poured something lethal. It was his own concoction; smooth and deceptively mild. Puck thought he might have found a new career. Blaine leaned against the wall, beside the bar. He sipped at his drink, while staring at Sebastian.

Puck leaned closer to the Warbler. "Not your favourite guy?"

Blaine took his eyes off Smythe for long enough to answer Puck. "I can't stand him. He's a conceited, arrogant snob."

Puck snorts. "That's the pot calling the kettle black."

Blaine's mouth dropped open in surprise. "You think I'm a conceited snob?"

"Little bit, yeah."

"Yeah, well, he's worse."

"Want me to smack him around for you?"

Blaine choked on his drink. "I wish! But my father will kill me if anything happens to this kid." He held his glass out to Puck. "More."

Mercedes took the mike, the music changed to a soft throb, as she moaned out a ballad. Sam stood beside the fireplace. He never took his eyes off Mercedes, as she sang to him. Britt and Santana wrapped their arms around each other, and swayed slowly. Finn and Rachel danced together; her head barely reached his chest. Their eyes were closed, Finn's head resting on top of Rachel's. Obviously, the height difference didn't bother them too much. Quinn smiled at Artie, and slipped on to his lap. He moved his chair from side to side, and she dropped her head to his shoulder. Tina and Mike were the only ones in the room doing real old-school dancing. Thanks to dance camp, and Mike's talent, they could dance to anything.

Kurt put Nigel's drink on the floor, and pulled his boyfriend out of the chair. Nigel hesitated. "Kurt, I told you, I really can't dance."

"Uh-huh." Kurt put one arm around Nigel's waist, and drew him flush against his body. His ran his other hand up Nigel's back, and sent his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "So, don't dance. Just hold me."

Nigel smiled, and pressed himself even closer to Kurt. "I can do that."

Sebastian sipped the concoction Puck had given him. He watched Nigel and Kurt. He saw the feeling between them, and he didn't care. In Sebastian's world love was just another four letter word. He liked three letter words better; like SEX. Love was an illusion enabling the ignorant masses to endure their boring lives. Smythe didn't believe in it, and didn't want it. He wanted Kurt.

"Blaine, show us what a Warbler can do." Mercedes held the mike out to Blaine.

The lead singer for the Warbler's handed his glass to Puck. He smoothed his hair back, as he took the mike from Mercedes. "Watch and learn, New Directions." Blaine removed Artie's iPod from the dock, and plugged his own in. He scrolled, hit play, and "Uptown Girl" erupted into the room. As he sang, Blaine did the Warbler's dance steps and slides. He grinned at his friends, challenging them.

Mercedes snapped her fingers. "That's no big thing, prep-boy!" She glanced at Quinn, and Santana, and moved onto the impromptu dance floor.

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand. "There ain't nothing you can do, hobbit, that we can't do better."

The Glee kids took the floor. Puck emerged from behind the bar, and dragged Finn with him. They had no problem following Blaine's lead, they had seen the moves at competition often enough. They formed two lines, girls in front of boys. They smiled at each other, and laughed, dancing like the Warblers, singing the chorus with Blaine.

Nigel watched Kurt dance with the other guys. Mike and Sam were actually better dancers, but Kurt had something more. Kurt's personality came through the choreography; he wasn't just another cog in the wheel. You noticed Kurt, well, Nigel noticed him. He couldn't help but notice Kurt.

And he wasn't the only one. Sebastian watched the other kids dance, but he only saw one. Nigel saw the hungry look in the other kid's eyes, and he didn't like it

The song ended, the New Directions hugged and slapped each other on the back, and turned to Blaine. "Not bad, could use some work on…" Blaine laughed as Sam and Puck dragged him away from the mike.

"What would you like?" Puck spread his hand out towards the various liquor bottles.

"Whatever you're making." Nigel didn't care what he drank, as long as it helped him forget that look in Sebastian's eyes.

Puck handed Nigel a glass. "The new kid's got a thing for your boy."

"Yeah, I can see that." Nigel looked at Puck. "But I don't think Kurt's interested."

"That's what he said." Puck smirked at Nigel. "His exact words were, 'not happening'."

Nigel laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like Kurt."

Puck studied Nigel's face. He wasn't the best student, but he knew people. "You're not worried that the princess will cheat on you? You know he's just not wired that way, right?"

Nigel nodded. "I know that, you know that, hell I'm sure even Sebastian knows that. But he's trying for Kurt anyway, and it pisses me off." Nigel took a sip of his drink, and watched Blaine and Kurt dance with Brittany as Mercedes and Santana sang. "How is Blaine friends with that guy?"

Puck snorted. "The hobbit can't stand that kid." Nigel's head snapped to Puck, surprise written on his face. "Blaine's dad is sucking up to Smythe's father; he dumped the kid on Blaine for the weekend."

Nigel grimaced. "Nice."

"Yeah, Blaine's father's a real sweetheart." Puck sympathized; he knew about bad fathers.

Kurt stepped away from Brittany, and waved at Nigel to join him. The OSU student polished off his drink. "I'm being paged."

"Better get there before Sebastian does."

Nigel gave Puck the finger as he walked away.

Puck's concoctions packed quite a punch. After downing three, Nigel felt a little fuzzy as he left the washroom. He put his hand on the wall by the living room door to steady himself, as he searched the room for his boyfriend.

The music was soft and slow; Mike and Tina, Santana and Brittany, and Mercedes and Sam were dancing. Artie and Quinn had their heads together, talking quietly. Blaine and Puck were standing at the bar. Nigel smiled as he caught sight of Kurt, standing by the fire place, talking to Rachel and Finn. He stopped smiling when he saw Sebastian step behind Kurt, slip his arm around the countertenor's waist, and try to pull him onto the dance floor.

Nigel couldn't breathe. The whole room narrowed down to Sebastian's hand on Kurt's waist. The OSU student felt the anger pound in his chest and move up through his shoulders, and neck. His face flushed, and he felt like the top of his head was going to come off. Who the hell does this kid think he is, touching Kurt like that? Nigel jerked forward, intent on ripping the douche-bag away from his boyfriend. He stopped mid-step, as Kurt gave the tall skinny kid one of his trademark Ice Princess sneers. Kurt removed Sebastian's hand, holding it away from him with just two of his fingers, not wanting to touch more of the other boy than he had to. He looked at Sebastian as if he was slime, and walked back to his step-brother.

The shock on Sebastian's face was priceless. Nigel looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the little skirmish. Puck grinned at Nigel, and clinked glasses with Blaine. The OSU student grinned back at them and joined his boyfriend. Kurt slipped his arm around Nigel's waist. Nigel knew it was childish, but he just couldn't resist turning around and smirking at Sebastian.

Nigel followed Sebastian in to the dining room. He walked around the table, took a paper plate, and plopped some food on it. He had no idea what it was, and he didn't care. He wasn't here to eat. He was here to tell the douche-bag to stay the fuck away from his boyfriend. "Kurt doesn't like being manhandled."

Sebastian looked up, a tiny pizza in his hand, surprise on his face. He had not expected Nigel to confront him like this. "Maybe Kurt doesn't know what he likes. Maybe he needs something new."

Nigel laughed. "Oh, Kurt always knows exactly what he wants."

Sebastian sneered at the OSU student. "And that would be you?"

"Yes." Nigel put his plate down. "My sole purpose in life is to make sure that Kurt gets whatever he wants, even if what he wants is you." Nigel stepped directly in front of Sebastian. "But he doesn't want you, does he?"

Sebastian smirked at Nigel. "Not yet, he doesn't." As far as he could tell, Nigel was average to the nth degree, and he wore geeky glasses. He just couldn't believe that Kurt would prefer this guy over him. Smythe abandoned his plate of food, and walked out of the dining room.

Nigel leaned over the bar. Puck took one look at his face and moved closer. The OSU student spoke quietly, even though he was sure that no one would hear him over the music. "I need your help."