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Chapter 19

"Cheer up, Hummel, nobody likes a cry baby," a familiar voice said and Kurt whirled around to look upon an infamous McKinley High Cheerio outfit.

"Becky?" Kurt asked looking around the otherwise deserted choir room in complete shock. "What are you doing here at Dalton?"

"We're on a mission," she informed him. "And Coach Sue says that Porcelain needs to smile because brooding is no longer sexy."

"Wait, Sue Sylvester's here?" Kurt asked as his insides filled with dread, the weight crushing his stomach like thick cement. "Oh dear Gaga, this cannot be good," he said in a slightly panicked voice beginning to make his way out.

"You're too late, Hummel," Becky said and Kurt paused before turning back to face her. "Your boyfriends already right where Coach Sue wants him."

"This is ridiculous," Kurt seethed. "My relationships and who I choose to date is my business. People don't have any right whatsoever to interfere. Where are they Becky?"

"It doesn't matter," Becky replied looking amused. "The hot gossip is already making its way round. Coach Sue has Jacob under strict instructions to make sure every Dalton boy is handed a copy."

"A copy?" Kurt asked. "What copy?"

"Of the special newspaper article we wrote, duh," Becky told him in a condescending tone.

"Becky, tell me, what is this article about?" Kurt asked her frantically.

"Ask around and find out for yourself," she suggested before walking out of the choir room.

Kurt waited several seconds before following after her. He wasn't entirely sure but she seemed to be heading towards the library and he suspected that Sebastian was in there suffering unimaginable things at the hands of Sue Sylvester.

Although Kurt intended to follow Becky, he soon found himself rather distracted. All of the Dalton boys around him were staring at him with expressions of sympathy, all with a newspaper article in their hand.

"Kurt," Wes sighed stepping up to him and resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You have my most humble apologies. I would like to award you with a solo in light of this heartbreaking news."

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Trent said appearing behind Kurt.

"You can do so much better, man," said an older boy whose name Kurt didn't know.

"He's always been trouble," Nick said joining them. "It's best that you just move on."

"I think you should talk to him," Jeff argued. "He behaved differently around you."

"Kurt," David called hurrying over wearing a similar pitying expression to Wes. "I just read the article. I'm so sorry. I really hope you're ok."

"Will everybody just shut up please," Kurt snapped shying away from all the comforting pats on the back he was receiving. "I don't know what's going on or what any of you are talking about. And I don't know what it says in that stupid newspaper article but it is not true."

"Wait, Kurt, you haven't read this?" Thad asked extending his arm out to hand the article over to Kurt.

"No, don't!" Blaine yelled from the other end of the corridor. "Ignore it, Kurt, just ignore it!" He started rushing towards Kurt, desperate to snatch the article away before he could begin reading. But he tripped and fell to the floor hurting his knees as well as his left ankle. By the time he returned to his feet, the look on Kurt's face clearly indicated that he'd started reading.

"Oh damn, he's already reading it," Jesse realised striding through the corridor and hurrying towards Kurt alongside Blaine. "Forget about it, China Doll, it's just a stupid article. School newspapers are never factual, they all run on rumours."

"A bet?" Kurt asked in a very small voice.

"Kurt, please, we can explain," Blaine said desperately.

"Explain," Kurt repeated, the pained croak in his voice exploding into anger by the second syllable. "Explain what exactly? How you've pretended to be my friend, how you've lied to my face and made fun of me behind my back?"

"Kurt, no, it wasn't like that," Blaine told him. "I didn't want anything to do with this stupid bet, I tried to talk Sebastian out of it I promise but I just couldn't get through to him. And I swear, I really wanted to tell you the truth but I promised that I wouldn't."

"Oh well that makes everything ok then," Kurt replied with bitter sarcasm.

"Please, Kurt, we're really sorry," Jesse apologised. "We've behaved like award winning jerks and you have every right to be angry but… Sebastian really does care about you."

"Of course he does," Kurt snorted derisively. "Is this another part of your sick twisted little game? Are you going to tell me that it started out as a cruel joke but Sebastian really fell in love with me when he got to know me?"

"He did, he has," Blaine insisted. "He's just too scared to admit it."

"Whatever," Kurt tutted shaking his head. "Sebastian doesn't love me. Real life isn't like the chick-flicks, Blaine."

"Kurt, wait," Jesse tried to say more but Kurt waved him off.

"Just leave me alone," Kurt said hollowly.

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Back in the library, Sebastian was staring silently at the newspaper article unable to speak. Santana and Brittany were still flanked either side of him and Sue was still surveying him with a devilish smirk. The scene was disturbed by the large library doors swinging open before the sound of pattering feet that introduced the appearance of Becky.

"Becky," Sue said. "I'm going to ask you to take my cell phone out of my tracksuit pocket," Becky did as she was asked. "Now, I want you to snap a photo of Sebastian Smythe's current expression of total devastation. That way I can cherish this triumphant moment until I get bored and buy myself a more up to date cell phone."

Sebastian didn't even blink as Becky took a picture. He just continued to stare down at the printed words in the newspaper article detailing everything about the stupid bet he had made.

"What's wrong teen-slut?" Santana asked. "Meerkat got your tongue?"

"Quiet, Sandbags," Sue snapped at her. "I do the insults here. So, what's wrong manwhore? Meerkat got your tongue? Oh that's so much funnier when I say it."

"What do you want from me?" Sebastian asked in a barely audible volume.

"Oh please, there isn't anything I could possibly want from you," Sue retorted.

"Then what are you doing?" Sebastian asked making sure to speak up this time. "This is blackmail," he said brandishing the newspaper article. "You're obviously threatening to publish it unless I meet some kind of demands. Therefore you must want something."

"No, meerkat, no," Sue replied shaking her head. "This isn't blackmail. We've already ensured that copies of this have been handed out amongst your peers. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if sweet Porcelain has already read this himself. Now this," Sue said snapping her fingers which Jacob took as his cue to emerge from the bookshelves with a brown envelope. "This is blackmail," Sue informed him setting the brown envelope on the desk. "Ladies, Jewfro, get out and guard the doors. Don't let anybody in under any circumstances and be sure to tell any fatties that they are severely disgusting creatures and I don't want to have to look at them. Go!"

Santana and Brittany lead the way out with Becky and Jacob following behind them. They then stood guard on the other side of the doors as instructed, somehow going unnoticed by the Dalton staff faculty.

So it was that Sebastian was left alone in the company of Sue Sylvester with a foreboding brown envelope resting between them.

"Well go on, kid, open it," Sue ordered and with trembling fingers Sebastian opened the envelope and tipped an official newspaper cutting out of it. "That Jacob kid really does his research, don't you agree?"

Sebastian didn't answer. He just fought the urge to be sick as he stared down at the newspaper cutting.

"You wouldn't hand out copies of this," Sebastian said shakily. "You're not that mean."

"You're right, I'm not quite that evil," Sue admitted. "And I'm not going to blackmail you, Sebastian. You're a kid, destroying you would be way too easy. I'll have much more fun interfering in the otherwise boring life of one Will Schuester. But make no mistake, buddy, I won't have anybody else bully or humiliate Lady Hummel. I failed to protect him once and I won't stand to fail him again. So I took it upon myself to have a team of highly talented spies obtain information on you and they overheard you talking about a little bet."

"Whatever, I didn't do it," Sebastian told her. "And I broke up with Kur-… I broke up with Hummel anyway. So congratulations, you've thwarted my plans. Now there really isn't any reason for you to be here."

"Oh we're not done yet," Sue said. "You and I are going to have a little talk about that newspaper cutting in your hand."

"What happened with my parents is none of your business," Sebastian spat at her defensively.

"Well I'm making it my business," Sue responded. "Sit down," she ordered when the Warbler made to stand up and leave. "Now listen up, buddy, I'm obviously an incredibly attractive and elegant woman with great bone structure, but I'm also someone who can make life very difficult for you. I don't want to do that. I would actually like to help but for that to happen you have to meet me halfway."

"And why would you want to help me?" Sebastian asked her. "And why should I even trust you. You've already ruined things for me by handing out that newspaper article about that stupid bet and now you're tormenting me with this," he gestured to the newspaper cutting in his hand.

"You've obviously had a damaged childhood," Sue said. "I can relate to that. I grew up taking care of my handicapable sister while my parents were off hunting Nazis. That was hard. Clearly you have childhood issues that are affecting your teenage life now. If you don't get some help you're just going to carry that into your adult life."

"And why should you care?" Sebastian scowled at her.

"Oh I don't really care," Sue shrugged. "But that sweet Porcelain probably does. Now I don't like you so much, Casanova, and personally I think Porcelain can do so much better than a kid who wears a blazer, but sweet little Brittany thinks differently. Now anyone can tell that Brittany isn't the smartest of Cheerio's when it comes to math or science or even the English language. But that doesn't mean she isn't smart. She learns all those dance routines and the Cheerio's choreography faster and better than anybody. I think she also has a higher emotional intelligence than a lot of other people, including myself. She really believes you and Kurt could be happy together."

"This doesn't make any sense," Sebastian frowned. "Everything you've done so far will just make Kurt hate me. You're not helping at all."

"Oh that's not true, I haven't made Kurt hate you," Sue denied. "All I've done is revealed the truth about that little bet you had going. He'll be angry and upset but he shouldn't hate you. And Sue Sylvester hasn't fully made her mind up yet but I think there is a possibility that you really do care about Porcelain."

"You're wrong, I don't care," Sebastian told her. "He doesn't mean anything to me. That's why I broke up with him. Now this is my school and you have no business being here. I want you to leave and stay the hell out of my affairs and if you tell Kurt or anyone about my parents I swear I will make you pay."

"Please, I make kids like you cry all the time," Sue scoffed. "You couldn't get revenge on me if your life depended on it. And I was never going to tell Kurt about your parents," she said taking hold of the newspaper cutting. "I wasn't going to tell anybody. But I really think you should tell Kurt or at least consult a therapist. This stuff with your parents, it has a lot to do with why you're a scared little boy who sleeps around but doesn't stay in case he feels something real. And I have to remember not to get involved on other people's business because this whole thing has actually turned out to be really boring."

She passed the newspaper cutting back to Sebastian and stood up out of her seat.

"If I told Kurt about my parents," Sebastian said, "do you think he'd forgive me about the bet?"

"Oh I don't care about that anymore," Sue replied. "I'm gonna go do something else." She stalked out of the library leaving Sebastian all alone delicately holding the newspaper cutting in his nimble fingers.

XXX

Kurt proceeded to make his way to the library, still shaking off people's sympathy and apologies along the way. He then came across Brittany and Santana standing guard at the library doors along with Becky and Jacob Ben Israel. Storming towards them, he shoved the newspaper article under their noses angrily demanding to know why they had done it.

"It was nobody's business, you should have stayed out of it," Kurt told them furiously.

"Calm down, princess," Santana replied. "We were doing this for your own good ok. We didn't wanna see you get missed around by that scheming jerk."

"Coach Sylvester had me do some investigating," Jacob explained. "And I overheard conversations indicating that Sebastian Smythe was dating you as a bet."

"So you just wrote an article about it and handed it out to everyone?" Kurt asked angrily. "Do you have any idea how humiliating that is? Brittany, you're my friend, why couldn't you have just told me privately?"

"Oh, don't cry little unicorn," Brittany pouted as Kurt's eyes started to water. "I didn't want to see you sad. I just want you and Sebastian to be happy together."

"Brittany, be quiet, sweetie," Santana told her. "Kurt, look, the guy is a jerk. He was playing you. We've just exposed him for the pathetic lying asshole he really is. You should be thanking us."

The library doors opened and Sue Sylvester emerged in her trademark tracksuit. She fixed a paid of dark sunglasses to her face before offering Kurt a smile.

"Hey kid, how's private education treating you?" Sue asked.

Kurt just let out a tutting sound and shook his head not bothering to give her a proper reply. He pushed past her and entered the library knowing that Sebastian must still be in there somewhere.

"One day you're gonna thank me for this!" Sue called after him before gathering Jacob and her Cheerio's and leading them out of Dalton Academy, only stopping to insult Blaine's hair on the way.

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Making his way through the library, Kurt called out Sebastian's name in a less than friendly tone. He found him in a dark corner near the back and slowly walked towards him.

"Care to explain this?" Kurt asked fiercely setting the newspaper article down on the table Sebastian was seated at.

Discreetly, Sebastian tucked the newspaper cutting about his parents away into his trouser pocket. He then cast his eyes down on the newspaper article Kurt had just placed on the table.

"I didn't want you to find out like this," Sebastian sighed.

"Of course not," Kurt responded bitterly. "You didn't want me to find out at all. You just wanted to trick me into loving you so that I'd sleep with you. Then you were going to break up with me and brag to Jesse and Blaine how you managed to break the new kid's heart. So, how much was the bet for? Just how much was my heart and my body worth to you?"

"It wasn't like that," Sebastian said pitifully.

"Liar," Kurt fired back accusingly and Sebastian hung his head and then took a breath before lifting his head up to look Kurt in the eye. "It was exactly like that."

"Ok," Sebastian admitted. "I was a jerk and I made a stupid bet. I just… you enrolled here and you were just so… so… just so damn perfect and it infuriated me ok. Every summer I stay in France with my aunt and yet somehow you speak French more fluently than I do. You're so much more talented at singing and dancing than I am. You're the most talented guy in the Warblers, even more than Jesse and Blaine. You can do things with your voice and body that they couldn't even attempt let alone pull off. You're even good at soccer, do you realise how ridiculous that is? You waltzed into Dalton and you were better than me at everything and everybody seemed to instantly adore you and I couldn't stand it I was… I guess I was jealous."

"That's it," Kurt said not sounding at all impressed. "You made a bet because you were jealous of me?"

"No, maybe, I don't know why I did it," Sebastian answered. "I was just watching some of those stupid movies where the guy acts like a jerk and makes a bet to sleep with some innocent girl. I thought they were boring and I never watched to the end. I just watched the beginnings where the bets were made and it gave me the idea to make a bet over you. And just so you know, Blaine wanted nothing to do with it but I made him promise not to say anything. And Jesse didn't agree with it either he just finds it impossible to resist a bet. But the more they got to know you the more they liked you and the more they tried to warn me off and stop me from going through with it."

They were silent for a while, Kurt glaring at Sebastian and Sebastian holding his gaze and trying not to squirm in his seat.

"The other night," Kurt said, "when we were in your bed together about to… about to… if Blaine and Jesse hadn't interrupted would you have gone through with it? Would you have slept with me and then broken up with me."

"I don't know," Sebastian answered. "Probably."

"Do you really hate me that much?" Kurt asked fighting off a sob.

"I don't… I don't hate you," Sebastian told him earnestly.

"Do you love me?" Kurt interrogated and Sebastian shook his head violently.

"I can't, I don't believe in love," Sebastian insisted. "You should just stay away from me," he advised before standing to leave.

"Don't you dare," Kurt hissed standing up and snatching hold of Sebastian's wrist. "Don't you dare walk away from me. You still owe me… I don't know… the truth, a further explanation, an apology, or something. You owe me, Sebastian."

"Look, I'm no good for you, ok!" Sebastian yelled at him wrenching his wrist free from Kurt's grip and kicking out at a book shelf. "I don't care about you. I never cared about you. I don't care about anyone. You were just a game to me, a joke. I just wanted to hurt you and then laugh about it with my friends, and all for the sum of $5. So just do yourself a favour and stay away from me."

"Five dollars?" Kurt repeated with a wounded expression on his face. "That's it, five dollars, that's all I'm worth to you?"

"Actually I think five dollars is overpriced," Sebastian said snidely and Kurt lashed out and punched him. "Ouch, you little fucker," Sebastian swore rubbing his aching jaw and then roughly shoving Kurt in the chest.

Kurt shoved him back and the two were soon grappling with each other before tumbling to the floor. Sebastian started off on top but Kurt bucked him off and reversed their positions, pinning Sebastian's wrists down with a bitingly painful grip.

"Get off me, Hummel," Sebastian growled writhing around beneath him, desperate to get free.

He managed to scramble out and yanked at a fistful of Kurt's hair making the boy yelp before pinning him down. Kurt wriggled out from under him within a few seconds and aimed a kick at Sebastian's shin. Using the bookshelves, Kurt pulled himself back to a standing position and Sebastian ran at him, pushing him hard into the stack of books behind him. Kurt shoved back and they continued to shove and grapple with one another before they ended up back by the table they'd started at.

Sebastian forced Kurt onto the table and the countertenor then locked his legs around Sebastian's waist, trapping him to him. They were spitting vicious insults at one another before Sebastian took a slightly rough hold on the back of Kurt's neck and crashed their lips together.

At first, Kurt tried to push Sebastian away, but after a single sweep of Sebastian's tongue along his lower lip Kurt was pulling him in closer. He kissed back clumsily and passionately gripping Sebastian's biceps with a hold that was sure to leave bruises. Sebastian nipped at Kurt's lower lip, drawing a hint of blood, and that was how Jesse and Blaine found the two of them.

Panting heavily, Kurt finally forced Sebastian away from him and sent a glare towards Blaine and Jesse.

"You're right," Kurt said, "I should stay away from you."

"Kurt, wait," Jesse and Blaine called together as Kurt left. Sebastian said nothing. He just straightened his clothing and pulled the newspaper cutting back out of his trouser pocket. "Bas, baby, why don't you go after him?" Jesse asked.

"No reason to," Sebastian answered. "We shouldn't be together."

"Maybe not," Blaine acknowledged. "But you want to be with him. Don't you?"

Sebastian lifted his hand to his mouth and traced his lips with his finger.

"Yes," Sebastian finally admitted in a breathy whisper. "I want to be with Kurt so bad."

Jesse moved in to give him a comforting hug, noticing the newspaper cutting in his friend's hand and instantly realising what it was.

"Are you going to tell him about what happened with your parents?" Jesse asked.

"Do you think I should?" Sebastian asked.

"I think you need to," Jesse answered. "It might be the only way to make him understand. And if you guys are going to be together then you need to be honest with each other. Kurt needs to know about the bad things as well as the good."

"Ok," Sebastian said petting Blaine's gelled hair as he joined in the hug. "I'll tell him."

"Now there's a G.B," Jesse smiled. "Good boy," he clarified.

To Be Continued

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