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Chapter 8

The school week had passed by and before Sebastian knew it, it was another Saturday morning. He had made no further progress with Kurt and was no closer to winning the bet he had made with Jesse. Back when they'd made the bet, the agreement had been that Sebastian would have a month to make Kurt fall in love with him, take his virginity and then break his heart. One week had already been wasted and Sebastian only had three weeks left to succeed. It was starting to seem impossible, but Sebastian Smythe refused to give up.

As usual, Sebastian made his way to Blaine's dorm room to watch movies with him and Jesse. This week, it was Jesse's turn to select the movie. Lying stomach down beside Jesse on the bed, Sebastian stared blankly at the television screen for no more than ten minutes before getting up and quietly exiting the room, ignoring his two friends calling after him asking what was wrong.

Walking briskly through the school corridors, Sebastian made his way to the door that he was fairly confident led to Kurt's bedroom. He rapped his knuckles on the wood but there was no answer. Reaching his hand out, he yanked on the door knob and gave a shove but the door had been locked. Making a clucking noise with his tongue, he sized up the door, seriously considering trying to kick it down before shaking his head and walking away.

He was three steps away from his own room before he whirled around and paced back to Kurt's dorm and enlisted the aid of a younger student that was passing by and had him help pick the lock. Rewarding the younger boy with a quick little kiss (no tongue, he was only just thirteen) Sebastian sent him on his way before entering Kurt's dorm room, effectively invading the boy's privacy.

In some ways, Kurt's dorm room was just what Sebastian would have suspected. In other ways, it simply wasn't. The layout of the room was much the same as his own and every other dorm room at Dalton. The walls were painted the same shade of magnolia and earl grey and the wardrobe and desk were of the same mahogany. The bed was the same size as every other bed at the Academy with the same navy coloured bed sheets.

Before entering, Sebastian had prepared himself for something sparkly and bright blinding colours. He imagined the room to be littered with girly gossip magazines and numerous hair and skin products strewn all over the floor and piles of designer clothing.

However, there wasn't a sign of anything bright and sparkly on display and the room was perfectly tidy. Sebastian assumed Kurt's clothes were all neatly placed away in the wardrobe as the only item of clothing in sight was the silk pyjamas folded carefully on the edge of Kurt's bed. At a quick glance around, Sebastian discovered that his suspicious of hair and skin products were correct, but all the bottles of product were neatly arranged on Kurt's desk, a small stack of neatly placed magazines right beside it.

Stepping further into the room and taking the time to explore, Sebastian found a selection of photo frames arranged on the windowsill. Picking them up individually, Sebastian studied the images. The first picture was a group photo. Scanning his eyes over the picture, Sebastian quickly found Kurt with his hand on his hip, a pout on his lips and a feather in his hat. Next to him was the girl Sebastian recognised as Mercedes and he spotted a widely beaming Rachel standing at the front hand-in-hand with a much taller boy. Seeing that the photo was taken by a piano, Sebastian guessed the people in the photo were members of Kurt's old Glee Club. He took the time to appreciate that the blonde boy and the boy with the mohawk were both very good-looking before setting the picture back in its place.

Next, Sebastian picked up a photo that depicted Kurt with large rough looking man dressed in flannel and a baseball cap. The two men had an arm wrapped around one another, their eyes meeting each other as they seemed to share a laugh over something. At first glance, Kurt and the older man couldn't have looked more different, but the longer Sebastian stared at the photo, the more he began to see a likeness between them. They had the same eyes and there was something strikingly similar about their smiles. Taking notice of the scenery behind Kurt, Sebastian realised the photo was taken in a garage; he could even see a sign bearing the words 'Hummel's Tyres and Lube'. As odd as it initially seemed, the man in the photo had to be Kurt's father.

Moving on to the third framed photo, Sebastian found the familiar face of Kurt dressed in a smart suit standing beside his father, also in a suit. Beside them was a kind-faced woman in a wedding dress and the tall boy from Kurt's old Glee Club.

The wedding was clearly recent and seeing no similarities between Kurt and the woman in the white dress, Sebastian concluded that she was not Kurt's birthmother. Looking to the last photo, Sebastian found himself staring down at the image of a pretty woman with ivory skin and the same shaped nose as Kurt.

"Elizabeth," Sebastian guessed carefully setting down the photo of Kurt's mother. Although he didn't know for sure, Sebastian sensed that Kurt's mother was dead.

Turning away from the windowsill, Sebastian occupied himself by looking through Kurt's wardrobe. There was a ridiculous amount of shoes and clothing in there and Sebastian was sure the boy probably had even more stored in his bedroom at home. He even tried on a few of Kurt's hats before coming across a football jersey with a number 3 on it along with what was clearly Kurt's old cheerleading outfit. He was a little confused as to why Kurt had bought an old cheerleading uniform to Dalton with him but he was hardly going to interrogate the boy about it later.

Shutting the wardrobe door shut, Sebastian looked through Kurt's collection of books, films and before sitting in the desk chair. He picked up random bottles of product before selecting a lemon-scented shower gel and stowing it away in his pocket. Opening a drawer, his hands found a black journal that was clearly a diary. He fingered the spiral edge, sorely tempted to open the pages and read every single word. Instead, Sebastian tucked the journal back into the drawer and quietly left the room.

Stopping back at his own dorm, Sebastian placed the stolen shower gel on his desk before grabbing his wallet, keys and cell phone. He then made his way outside, slipped into his car and drove around aimlessly for half an hour before finding himself parked outside the Lima Bean. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel for a few moments before stepping out of the car.

He intended to head straight into the Lima Bean to order himself a cup of coffee when an irritating but familiar voice invaded his ears. Turning round to investigate where the noise had come from and identify who it was, Sebastian caught sight of that Rachel girl. She was clutching the hand of a pretty blonde girl, the two of them crying and pleading with three large jocks to stop.

Sebastian was about to turn and walk away when he heard Kurt's voice make a bitchy retort. He could hear Kurt but he couldn't see them and could only assume that he was surrounded by the three large jocks, and they did not seem to appreciate the genius of Kurt's scathing insult.

The second he heard Kurt's voice, Sebastian's feet had already begun moving him towards the scene but he wasn't there in time to prevent the first punch or the first kick. He wasn't even there in time to prevent the second blow, or third, or fourth. But he got there as quick as he could, throwing himself into the fray.

He would have liked to have kicked the shit out of the three jocks and then swooped Kurt into his arms like a superhero. But instead he found himself standing protectively in front of Kurt, forcing him out of the way and taking the beating in his place. Pain shot through his kneecaps as he was kicked to the floor and his jaw ached as a jock's fist introduced itself to it. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth and as much as he wanted to be a man and fight back, his body simply curled itself into a protective ball, his hands blocking his face as he was repeatedly punched and kicked.

Luckily, it only lasted for thirty or forty seconds and no real damage was done, but Sebastian still ended up a shaking mess on the floor, his pride very much wounded. He was ashamed to realise that a few tears had been shed and he quickly wiped them away, dearly hoping that nobody had seen. A distant jeer of 'faggot' met his ears and the word made him flinch but he knew the jocks were heading in the opposite direction now.

"Is he dead?" The blonde girl asked prodding her fingers at him.

"Of course not, Brittany," Kurt reassured before crouched down to Sebastian's level and quickly checked over his injuries, "are you ok?"

"Do I look ok?" Sebastian snapped, wincing as more pain shot through his jaw. "Fuck," he swore wiping at his mouth and chin with his sleeve, finding blood on his jacket when he pulled his arm back.

"We should get him checked out at the hospital," Rachel suggested frantically as she knelt at his other side, placing his fingers at his neck to check his pulse, "and we ought to report this homophobic attack to the police."

"No," Sebastian objected shooting her a glare as best as he could since one of his eyes was swelling up and no doubt bruised already, "I don't need the hospital and we're not going to the police."

"Well then at least let me contact your parents," Rachel said taking out her cell phone as though preparing to tap in their number, "I'll explain to them what happened and then they can come and make sure you're alright. They'll be so concerned when they hear. What's their number?"

"Oh, it's 0800 fuck off and don't bother calling again later," Sebastian retorted sarcastically before forcing himself to his feet, shaking Brittany and Kurt off as they tried to help him stand, "I'm fine," he insisted even though his body was still aching. He kept his head down, avoiding eye-contact with the three of them, too embarrassed about being beaten up to look at them properly.

"Rachel's right," Kurt said gently, "your parents should now about what's happened."

"Like they'll give a fuck," Sebastian muttered, missing the look on Kurt's face when he heard what he said. "Brittany is it?" He asked through gritted teeth and Brittany nodded, her eyes sadly looking over at all the bruises and cuts that were visible on Sebastian's face. "Pleasure to meet you," he forced himself to say before turning to Rachel, "and Rachel, it's been too long," he said sarcastically, "Kurt, I'll see you back at school."

"Wait," Kurt called as Sebastian began to hobble back towards his car, "I… I'm so sorry."

"Why? You didn't hit me," Sebastian pointed out as he continued to limp.

"But it was my fault," Kurt replied guiltily, "you stepped in to protect me."

"Yeah, don't know what I was thinking," Sebastian drawled as he staggered on.

"Sebastian I… I… you…" Kurt trailed off clearly unsure what to say. "How about that coffee?" Kurt managed to offer, "As a thank you, my treat."

Sebastian's aching jaw fell open and his eyes widened in shock. His previous attempts to get anywhere with Kurt Hummel had failed abysmally, including his decision to dedicate a song to him. Now, he hadn't even tried to get closer to Kurt in anyway and the boy was offering him the chance to do so. Maybe this bet thing wasn't so impossible after all. He didn't need to sing or be flirtatious to impress Kurt; he just needed to get beaten up by some jocks in front of him.

"Sure," Sebastian nodded dumbly, "I'd like that."

Kurt smiled, only a little awkwardly before tentatively holding out his hand to Sebastian so he could help him walk along. The two girls walked behind them and the four of them queued up together waiting to make their coffee orders, Brittany talking about somebody named Lord Tubbington.

"Lord Tubbington?" Sebastian asked. "I'm taking advanced history and I've never heard of such a man."

"He isn't a man," Kurt explained. "He's Brittany's cat."

"Oh, because that makes so much more sense," Sebastian commented to himself.

After placing their coffee orders, Brittany and Rachel sat at a table together and Sebastian followed Kurt to a table for two tucked out of the way granting them a little more privacy. Sitting down gingerly, Sebastian caught sight of his reflection in the window and discovered he looked rather small and pathetic. He had hoped he would look brave or perhaps a little dangerous but no. He simply looked like a teenage boy who had been beaten up by three larger and stronger boys.

Sitting opposite one another, Sebastian and Kurt quietly sipped at their coffees unsure what to say to each other.

"I could have taken those jocks, you know," Sebastian finally said, "I could have put them in hospital for weeks if I wanted to. I just didn't want to scare the girls with such extreme violence, they seemed very distressed already."

Kurt smiled weakly, clearly not believing the lie.

"You were very brave," Kurt told him, "and I know we're not really friends but… it means a lot to me that you stepped in to help. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Sebastian replied. He considered sending Kurt a charming smile but he wasn't sure he could produce one when his jaw was still throbbing.

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt questioned hesitantly and intrigued, Sebastian gave a nod. "Why did you come and save me? You could have just walked away, most people would have done, but instead you took a beating for me. You don't even like me."

"I couldn't just stand there and let those jerks hurt you," Sebastian shrugged. "And I do like you, princess. I just like irritating you a whole lot more." He allowed himself a small snigger and a gulp of coffee before catching sight of the way Kurt was looking at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, his tone automatically turning flirtatious.

"I've always been a judgemental person," Kurt commented, "most of the time my instincts about an individual are correct. Very few people surprise me but I have to admit that you're one of them. Sebastian Smythe, you're a puzzle wrapped up in a mystery."

"And I'm hot right?" Sebastian asked with a wink and he was sure he caught a flicker of amusement cross Kurt's features.

"Well I suppose you're not entirely repulsive," Kurt answered with a smile and even though it hurt his jaw, Sebastian smiled back.

"They look cute," Brittany sighed from where she sat across the room with Rachel. "They should totally date and make adorable gay babies."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Brittany," Rachel responded. "While I am grateful for Sebastian stepping in to help Kurt today, I don't think he is appropriate boyfriend material for my best gay."

"He reminds me of Santana," Brittany said dreamily continuing to watch the two Dalton boys, "except he has a real penis instead of a strap-on or a dildo."

"Eww," Rachel remarked.

"He just needs to be loved," Brittany said decisively, "they both do."

To Be Continued

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