Dear Readers,
Firstly, I would like to thank you for your continued support of my story, whether by reading, following, or reviewing. I grately appreciate it, and it's always nice to know that something you spend time on is being appreciated.
Secondly, I would like to reply to a review posted by Lilu on whether it's a klaine or seblaine fic. I'm afraid that I'm not really going to tell you because I'm not really writing the story in that way. Yes, I'm writing about Sebasitan and Blaine as a couple, but the story isn't about their relationship, exactly... I don't really want to get bogged down in the whole "pairings" thing because it's not something that I give lots of thought to, it just comes with the story. Also, I don't want anyone to be reading this and thinking that they know who's going to end up with who at the end because I like to think that I have some suprises up me sleeve for the all of you. You can call it what you want, but I'm not writing with a ship in mind, I'm writing this because I want to write a story about Kurt's life at Dalton and all the different people he meets there and all of their lives together.
Okay, that was probably a pretty unsatisfactory answer to the question, you have my apologies for that, but that's really the best answer I feel like I can give... Please enjoy this next chapter!
Sopphires.
The Scholarship
Episode 9: Wearing Out
Dalton's a mad school. Last night, after Warblers and I got introduced properly to Wes' gavel - called Gavella (no I am not joking) - by having it thrown at my head, I returned to Franklin with Blaine, Sebastian, Thad and some other Warblers to find that Trinity - Daniel in particular - had convinced Juri to go on a skateboard. He'd wobbled down the hallway and crashed straight into Chris. They both toppled down the stairs and successfully destroyed his new painting - which he'd spent weeks on. Neither of them were hurt because they grabbed brooms, which were just lying around, and began chasing Trinity around whacking them. It soon became a huge game of "attack-the-rest-of-the-school-with-a-broom", and I had to retreat to my room because I didn't have a broom, although everyone else did. It lasted for hours, and all the other boarding students got involved. In the end nearly everyone broke curfew because Mrs Daniels came to do lock down, and everyone scattered. The only problem was we had the wrong people in each house, so we had to bust them out - somehow you can't open the door from in the inside after curfew - and, after Fred had blown up Putnam's front door, we all went to asleep. I'm still not sure how none got hurt, or in trouble, but everyone acted like they did this everyday. It's insane, I'll need to get a broom just in case.
"Kurt." Kurt froze from where he'd been about to walk past the kitchen to go to breakfast with Parker because it was early and he wasn't in the mood for anymore arguments. He turned to see Sebastian seemingly glaring at him until he heard Parker mutter something about going ahead. Kurt intensified his glare at Sebastian, and marched into the kitchen.
"What?" he demanded, rudely, because he wasn't in the mood to speak to Sebastian, and he wanted to talk to Keats because he felt Keats would be more honest with him.
"Good morning to you too." Kurt continued to glare at him, wishing he had something flammable so he set his oily, smarmy, face on fire.
"Why did you make Parker leave?" Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Don't be fooled by any of them, they pull the innocent act well, but they're clever, and very self-preserving." he shook his head. "Anyway, I want to speak to you about choices you have to make." Kurt frowned, and Sebastian handed him a plastic wallet filled with papers.
"What's this?" he demanded, rifling through it briefly.
"Your sports choice." Kurt's mouth fell open.
"Sports choice."
"Yes, well done, Polly." Sebastian smirked at him, and Kurt glared back.
"Why do I need to do an extra curricular sport?"
"Because, right now, you're not doing any, and that's not allowed. Don't look so offended, it's not personal, everyone in Dalton and Crawford does it." Kurt huffed and glared at Sebastian as if he'd made up the rule. Sebastian smirked some more. "Oh, yes, that's right shoot the messenger. Look, Kurt, this is simple. It's arranged into columns which shows when they practise and what clashes with what. The things in italics are clubs like Warblers, Chess, or whatever. The things in bold like dance, cheerleading and synchronised swimming are activities that are shared between Dalton and Crawford, which is why there's a sowing club on there." Kurt blinked.
"You have a swimming pool?" he asked, not having seen one. Sebastian shook his head,
"Crawford have a swimming pool." Kurt nodded. "Synchronised swimming is surprisingly popular, actually, but that has more to do with raging hormones than anything else." Kurt looked up at his head boy with a raised eyebrow, and Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Fit boys in trunks…I did it for a term when I first joined, but then I got addicted to Lacrosse." Kurt nodded, flipping to other pages and seeing that there was just a longer list of activities, and several consent forms.
"Why do you have three Football teams?" he asked, eventually, and Sebastian looked over at the list.
"Oh, yeah, the clubs marked with a "C" are ones that compete, and the other two are just "fun clubs", or whatever." Kurt nodded, again.
"When do I have to hand this in by?" Sebastian frowned.
"Friday."
"It's Thursday." Sebastian shrugged.
"I only got it yesterday, and the audition and broom fight distracted me." Kurt nodded. "Do you have your own broom?" asked Sebastian suddenly, and Kurt shook his head. "Next time, shout, I have one spare, and I'm not allowed out so you might as well take part." Kurt frowned at him.
"You take part in that that kind of thing?" Sebastian shrugged.
"Yeah, everyone does, it's a Dalton tradition." Kurt nodded, and tucked the sheaf of papers away.
"Okay, well, who do I give it to?"
"Oh, me, or Professor Lloyd, or Mrs Daniels, though I advice against the last because she's the one breathing down my neck to get it in for tomorrow because she wants you to start next week." Kurt felt his heart sink.
"Okay, well, thank you, I guess." Sebastian gave him a nod before freezing as Kurt walked out. He opened his mouth to say something before clamping it shut.
Stupid sports. Why the hell do I have to take part in sport, and I didn't get in touch with the others last night…stupid broom fight. Stupid Sebastian. What is his problem? One moment he's making jibes at me, and the next he's offering me his spare broom to use in a fight. I don't understand this-
"Jesus Parker!" Kurt, who had been so busy fuming and thinking angry thoughts about Sebastian, hadn't noticed the Junior who was standing on the lawn, waiting for him. In the end, Kurt was only alerted to his presence when he walked straight into him. Parker grinned at him.
"Sorry."
"Next time, just call my name, or something," Parker frowned at him.
"What's wrong?" Kurt just shrugged, and stormed the final distance to the main building, Parker hurrying at his heels.
"You didn't have to wait for me." he snapped, Sebastian and sport having put him in an utterly foul mood. "I am capable of getting to breakfast on my own."
"I know, but we're friends so I thought that-"
"What happened between you and Blaine and his friends?"
"What?"
"Something big happened, what was it? I know you were involved, Sebastian told me so." Parker snorted.
"You're going to trust Sebastian, someone you don't even like."
"What about Trinity?" Parker fell silent, but Kurt could have sworn that he heard the boy swear, lightly, under his breath. Kurt smirked to himself, satisfied that he would get answers, and marched to the serving bar. Parker hurried after him, but Kurt jerked his tray out of the way before he could have any food he didn't want dumped onto it.
He slammed his tray down onto the table. The other four boys jumped, and looked up at him in surprise. They all looked at Parker, who looked marginally stressed and just shrugged, before looking back at him. There was a long, awkward, pause in which Kurt ate and the others stared at Keats, waiting for him to talk to Kurt, or Kurt to speak to him. Eventually, Keats didn't seem able to take it any more.
"Kurt, what's wrong?" Kurt looked right into his grey; calm but filled with worry and concern. Keats' soft hand reached across the table and laid itself across the hand that Kurt didn't have clenched around a spoon.
The effect was instantaneous. Kurt felt soft waves of calm roll over him. The tension just vanished, as Keats gently took his hand in his own, raising it off the table, slightly. Kurt took a deep breath, fighting the lump that was forming in his throat. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but Keats was making him feel better, and that was confusing. He took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of himself. He glanced down at his hand that was cupped in Keats'.
"Keats…" he began, loosing his nerve. He took a deep breath. "Keats…you said you wrote the website and the magazine."
Whoa, what? That wasn't meant to come out.
Keats blinked at him, clearly as confused as Kurt was by the question.
"Yes, yes I do." Kurt glanced down at his hand.
"I think…why did you…that stuff on the page about bullying…" he trailed off, and Keats' mouth fell open in horror.
"Oh." Kurt nodded, looking up at him. Keats swallowed, looking at the table and squeezing his hand a little. "Kurt, I am so sorry."
"Just, why didn't you think of that?" Keats shrugged.
"I just wrote what- it's hard, Kurt, but I just wrote what I wished someone had told me. I just wrote how you're not wrong, you know? I didn't mean to give whatever message I gave you, and I certainly never meant to endanger your life…I just- it was more about people knowing that there was nothing wrong with them. That it was the homophobes that are wrong." Kurt sighed, nodding.
"I guess, I already knew that."
"A lot of people don't." Kurt nodded.
"I know, I know." there was a moment of quiet. "So, you're gay, right?" Keats smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I am…" he trailed off, looking a little sad, but then raised his grey eyes back to Kurt's. "I am so sorry. I should have mentioned it, I guess, but…" he shrugged. "I wasn't really sure how I was meant to go about broaching that kind of topic." Kurt swallowed.
"What- what's going on, Keats?" he asked, carefully. "Because…I heard your conversation with Blaine, yesterday-" Keats looked a little horrified. "-and Trinity spoke to me. They told me to be careful, like I was involved, somehow." Keats frowned, looking down at their joined hands.
"I don't think…you're not- you shouldn't be involved, Kurt. I don't think either Blaine or I want you involved." he shrugged. "If you stay our friend, then maybe…it's not personal." his eyes were honest, and sincere, but Kurt didn't buy it. It didn't add up for him.
"Did you really make people pick sides?" Keats sighed, looking down.
"Blaine has always been a bit of a dramatist. I didn't say what he said I did…" he ran his free hand over his eyes. "I may have insinuated it…and I think people wanted to, certainly those closer to us." Kurt blinked.
"Why?"
"Have you ever had two of your best friends row, Kurt? It's awkward and difficult to be friends with both of them." Kurt couldn't honestly say that he'd been in exactly that kind of situation, but he guessed that he could equate it when the Glee club argued.
"Okay…why did people choose Blaine?" Keats shrugged.
"He was easier to sympathise with, did you hear what kind of a state he was in when he came?" Kurt nodded. "People felt sorry for him. It was like 'poor little Blaine had walked into something he didn't understand, it's not his fault'…" Keats sounded rather bitter for a second, and Kurt swallowed.
"You're not…you're not going to ask me to choose, are you?" there was a very pregnant pause.
"No, Kurt, I like you very much…and I don't want you to put you in a position that makes you feel uncomfortable." Kurt nodded, and extracted his hand from underneath Keats'.
"Thank you." he said, quietly, and Keats raised an eyebrow.
"For what?" Kurt shrugged.
"Being honest with me, I guess." he smiled, picking up his empty bowl, and walking to where he needed to stack his tray.
I guess I half got answers from them. I'm not sure if they were…all inclusive, but that's certainly more than the others seemed prepared to give. I wonder if Blaine did something wrong…they seem less willing to proffer information…I find it hard to believe, but he has a temper, quite a bad one too. This is too complicated. Really too complicated. Then again, who said High School was ever simple?
Vince snorted out loud the moment that he'd left earshot. Andy turned to Keats with a raised eyebrow, and Stuart's wide eyes had somehow got bigger. Parker looked very calm.
"Seriously?" demanded Andy. "Seriously?"
"Poor sucker." muttered Stuart, and Keats glared at him.
"You won't tell." it was meant to be a command, but it came out sounding marginally desperate. The boys all rolled their eyes.
"Of course we won't tell." said Vince, indignantly. "But you need to be careful, Trinity seem to be more on his side than anyone else's, if you screw with him…" Keats rolled his eyes, as he watch Kurt talk to a Freshman who had come up to him by the bins.
"He's right." said Parker softly. "You really can't afford to loose Trinity." Keats rolled his eyes again.
"I won't. They like peace and harmony too much to ditch me."
"I still don't think this'll work." said Vince in a dark undertone as the boy gave Kurt a high five, and they laughed together. Keats glared at him, and then at the boy.
"Who is that?" Vince rolled his eyes this time.
"Dude, he's in our house. That's Tyler, you know, the one who played Gavroche." Keats rolled his eyes.
"How do you know that? Didn't you sleep through it?" Vince shrugged whilst the others' snorted.
"Doesn't mean I can't remember who played who."
"You're not going to- there's no way you're letting this go, right?" Keats' grey eyes glared at Stuart, causing the Putnam boy to push the glasses a little bit further up his nose, as he often did when he was nervous.
"I'm not- I'm not in the wrong!" there were sighs.
"Just don't get worked up." advised Andy, evenly. "We don't need anymore rows between the three of you…your tempers are awful." the others nodded, a smothering silence descending upon the table.
"I'm- I am…I'm trying, okay? But it's not my fault that they're flaunting it in front of my face! They're trying to get me angry so that they can play the victim card!" the others simply rolled their eyes, having heard the tirade too often to care about what he said.
"You should keep talking to him about the whole…thing." said Andy, suddenly. The others looked at him in surprise. Andy shrugged. "If he thinks that they're lying it'll draw him closer to you…he'll think that they did something wrong, and that they're covering for it…probably." Keats blinked.
"Andy, that's brilliant!" Andy shrugged.
"I have my moments." a sad expression washed over his features.
"Aww, you still miss him." Andy glared at Vince, and kicked Stuart - who was sniggering - under the table.
"Shut up!"
It's still a bit disconcerting when people I don't know come up and talk to me, but it's certainly not unwelcome. Tyler's nice, and, despite finding him annoying in the play, I enjoyed his company. He took my mind of the others because I knew I couldn't ask him. We ended up talking about how it felt to be new in Dalton…he said most of the people he met had friends there, or siblings or their fathers were alumni, so they knew all about everything and that it drove him barmy. Now that's definitely something I can empathise with.
"Hey, Juri." Kurt leant across to his friend's desk as they carefully read through the essays that Professor Lloyd had handed back to them. The Russian boy nodded his dark head once to show that he'd heard him. "What sport do you do?" Juri blinked, glanced at Professor Lloyd, and then inclined himself towards Kurt.
"I svim." Kurt's eyebrows shot upwards.
"You swim? Juri, is it even legal to let someone as clumsy as you in a swimming pool?" Juri stared at him, plainly confused by his second question. Kurt shook his head. "Ignore what I just said, but seriously, you swim?" Juri stopped frowning all of a sudden,
"I am not clumsy." he muttered, and Kurt raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "I am not!" he raised his voice, slightly, and a couple of people looked around curiously. Kurt quickly shushed him.
"Keep quiet." he hissed. "What do you mean you're "not clumsy", you fall over everything." Juri sighed.
"I do not pay attention stuff zere." he gestured with hands around him, and Kurt sent him a confused look. Juri sighed, heavily. "I only pay attention to straight ahead. I am good at svimming." Kurt stared at him for a second, before clocking it. Juri had, like, actual tunnel vision. He only paid to attention to what he could directly see before him, which explained why he tripped over things - he hadn't noticed they were there.
"Oh." muttered Kurt. "I see." Juri snorted, slightly, and Kurt smiled slightly. "Is that, like, an eye problem?" Juri shook his head.
"I lack attention." Kurt nodded.
"Why did you get on the skateboard last night?" Juri paused.
"It vas a dare. I am sorry to have damaged Chris' picture." Kurt gave him another smile, seeing the sadness in his electric blue eyes.
It was odd, but Kurt found himself comparing the eyes of the different people he'd met. Keats' were calming and soft whilst Juri's were piercing and intent. Sebastian's were indifferent whilst Blaine's were warm. Trinity's eyes sparkled, but also, like Thad's, there was something guarded about them. They didn't show emotion, but Thad's were dull whilst Trinity's were bright. Nick and Jeff's were always ready to laugh whilst Flint's were tired and heavy, and David's…David had honest eyes. Kurt could look into them and feel trust.
Of his friends he found that Keats' and Blaine's fascinated him the most. Blaine had hazel eyes that were always open. They showed into him. They could be dark and, frankly, scary, but, at the same time, they could be warm and loving. Kurt loved looking into them, not because they made him feel safe - though they could do that - but because they were captivating. They held his attention, unlike Keats' which demanded his attention. The grey eyes were so…so…it was hard for Kurt to put it into word. They were calming, and his gaze, alone, could soothe Kurt. He found it surprising the way they did that, actually, because it was…it wasn't what he got from Blaine, but it was…nice.
He groaned to himself, and Juri looked at him, an eyebrow raised. His eyes locked with Kurt's, and Kurt gave him a forced smile. Juri smiled back.
"Sport is not so bad." he assured in an undertone. Kurt grinned at him, pretending that that was what he had been thinking about.
"Thanks, but I don't think I'll be taking swimming." Juri shrugged.
"Vat did you do at your old-"
"Juri, Kurt have quite finished?" the two boys winced as they realised that the rest of the class was facing front, waiting for Professor Lloyd to start talking.
"Sorry, Professor." they said, grimacing at one another.
I wonder how Keats got my attention like that because I am really not liking the amount of time I spend thinking about him. It's beginning to rival the amount spent on Blaine…I wonder whether all this stuff is getting to me. Maybe I should just…maybe I just need to forget it. Nothing's happening, per se, so Trinity could just be overreacting. I think, in the end, I'd rather focus on my school work than on some feud that doesn't really involve me. I could just…I don't know, it's hard to hang around with them both…I'll have to come up with a system…oh great, I'll have to talk to Trinity again…
I have successfully made it through the morning without any unnecessary tension. I swear, though, that people are going out of their way to try and create some. Vince came up to me, part way through a conversation I was having with Nick, and just started talking to me about Maths! I had no idea what he was talking about for a second, until I realised he was saying that he was never helping me again. He left the two of us in stunned silence, but I'm pretty sure that Nick glared at him, though he must have stopped when he saw me looking at him…wonder what they don't want me to know.
"Hey Kurt!" Kurt looked round and saw Drew walking over to him. The boy, whose sandy hair was completely messed up, and bore a split lip and some bandaged fingers, grinned at him as he joined him in the queue.
"Err, hey Drew." Drew smiled at him as Stacey, Kurt recognised her now, tutted a the state of his face, and helped dish out some chicken soup for him. Drew smiled at Kurt as they moved down the line.
"Could you grab some bread? I'm trying to rest the fingers." Kurt nodded, picking up a roll for him.
"Here."
"Thanks." Kurt fell into a mildly confused, and awkward silence as Kurt selected an apple for desert and then snatched up the banana for Drew.
Okay, why the hell is he talking to me? I mean, we're not not friends, but at the same time…I don't know… this just seems weird.
"Sorry to surprise you." said Drew as they sat down at a table that was currently unoccupied because the others - Nick, Flint, Jeff, David and Thad - were being yelled at by Mrs Daniels, Juri had gone to a practise room and the rumour was that Chris was hiding in the art room until he'd redone his picture. "I think Fred's in medical, again…and Sebastian asked me to talk to you." Kurt blinked at that.
"Pardon?" Drew nodded, blowing on the soup before carefully putting it in his mouth, hissing as it touched the tender pat of his lip.
"Yeah," he said once he'd swallowed. "he said that you were unhappy about the whole sport thing." Kurt couldn't argue with that. "He just wondered if I - because I'm really big on the sports, it's like music is to Juri-" Kurt nodded again. "-could help you pick something to do."
"Oh." said Kurt. "Did Sebastian really say that?" Drew nodded, tearing at the roll in a rather uncivilised manner.
"Yeah, totally shocked me too. We all reckon it's Blaine, he's making him nice." Kurt nodded, looking down, and wondering where Blaine was. "Sorry," said Drew, wincing. "shouldn't mention that, forgot." Kurt looked up at him, frowning. Drew rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows you like Blaine, except Blaine himself of course…Nick suggested we not mention Blaine and Sebastian's relationship around you because, well, it might upset you." Kurt was shocked into silence, again, by this thoughtful suggestion.
"Oh, well, thanks, but it's kind of hard to not hear about it." Drew nodded, sympathetically.
"Anyway, sports." Kurt groaned, and Drew just grinned, mischievously, at him. "I know, that was my reaction to the idea of seeing the musical; that concussion was definitely one of the most useful I've had in my life…and I've had a lot of very useful concussions." Kurt frowned at him. "I didn't have to see the matinee because I didn't know where I was." he laughed to himself, and Kurt just looked scandalised. "It's nothing, I just took a foot to the head in football." Kurt frowned at him.
"Why weren't you wearing a helmet?" Drew stared at him, before smiling.
"Oh, right, yeah, I mean soccer, but it's really called football and most of us call it that." Kurt nodded.
"How did that happen?" Drew stared at him blankly. "The foot to the head."
"Oh," he said, nodding in understanding. "well, I don't really remember, but from what I've heard I mistimed my tackle completely, they jumped, and well, you can imagine the rest." Kurt winced.
"Ouch," he said wrinkling his face at the thought of the pain and shook his head, brandishing his middle finger at the sandy haired boy. "that is why I don't do sport." Drew just continued to grin at him.
"Come on, you must have done some kind of sport?" Kurt groaned, thinking about his brief stint on the football team, or, worse, his cheerio days and the hell that Coach Sylvester had put him through.
"Well…I was the kicker on the Football team at one point." Drew raised his eyebrows, eyed him up and down, and then nodded.
"Yeah, I can see that. Unfortunately, the kicker spots are taken…what else?" Kurt groaned, getting the feeling that Drew could tell he'd been on another team.
"I was a cheerleader." Drew looked like he might spit out his water. Kurt glared at him. "Hey, don't laugh. I won Nationals…by singing a fourteen and a half minute Celine Dion medley, in French." Drew couldn't help it. He spat out his drink across the table, and burst into laughter. Kurt turned red, as people looked there way, and Hammonds gave him a satisfied nod. Kurt blinked, mildly taken aback by the gestured - surprised that he wasn't getting told off - but realised the teacher was just glad he was making friends. Kurt tried to glare at Drew, who was still guffawing, but found himself giggling too.
"I'm sorry!" exclaimed Drew when he'd recovered. "But, I just- I can really see you as that. I can so see you as-" he broke off and began to laugh again. "You should become a cheerleader!" Kurt glared at him.
"No way. I only joined the cheerleaders to sing." Drew raised an eyebrow.
"Well, that's a logical choice." Kurt waved it away, the back story being far too long and complicated to bother explaining, and he got the feeling Drew didn't care either way.
"That's not the point. The point is I went to cheerleading Hell." he shuddered. "Never again." Drew grinned at him, and Kurt rolled his eyes. "I should have kept my mouth shut."
"I would've guessed eventually." assured the bigger boy. "Anyway, this is the perfect opportunity to overcome your irrational fear of cheerleading." Kurt glared at him.
"I don't have an irrational fear of- oh, never mind!"
"You know, I think she'll like singing cheerleaders…that'd be so cool! You can perform at our matches! Yes, this is perfect! Elise - she played Cosette - is head cheerleader, you'd be awesome together." Kurt paused, the idea looking quite tempting now. The offer of solos was something of a weakness for Kurt, as it was for any diva, and he'd seen that Elise was a good singer. He sighed.
"Alright, but I know I'll regret this." Drew just grinned at him.
"I'll take you to their practise after school today."
"Today!" exploded Kurt. Drew shrugged.
"No time like the present…Coach Met would love to have a male cheerleader. She's been driving Cunningham mad about the whole thing. There was a point in which we all thought that she was going to blackmail him into giving her the strongest players on the Football team." Kurt blinked.
"Blackmail?" Drew nodded.
"Yeah, 'cause he's having the affair…" Kurt "ohhed" in understanding, and Drew continued to wince and eat. Kurt bit into his apple.
"You know," he said, conversationally, "when I came here I assumed there'd be less drama than at McKinley, but the longer I stay here the more convoluted everything seems to get." Drew snorted at that.
"That's probably an apt description of Dalton. It's a very simple sounding school, but hell is it crazy and complicated."
I really enjoyed lunch with Drew. Trinity came to torment us later, but we just had a laugh as I explained all the torture that Coach Sylvester put me through, and what I did as a cheerleader. I figure that, though everything gets more complicated, the longer I stay, the more confident I feel. I have to admit, though, I'm really confused by Sebastian. Just this one day he's been all…prickly and scathing, but at the same time he's sending someone to talk to me because I'm confused…it's like he's trying to help me whilst staying as far away from me as possible. Hang on, what did Drew say; everybody knows, except Blaine…oh god, I really hope that everybody doesn't include Sebastian…ah, that's awkward, and not good…really not good.
"Blaine, why can't we eat in the cafeteria?" Blaine looked at his boyfriend - he didn't think he was going get tired of hearing, saying, or thinking that soon - with an annoyed expression.
"I made us lunch."
"Oh god!" exclaimed Sebastian. "I thought you couldn't cook." Blaine rolled his eyes.
"You can't cook, I just can't be unsupervised."
"You got someone to supervise you?" he asked, looking increasingly apprehensive, and just a little shocked. Blaine rolled his eyes again.
"Yes, Thad was very obliging." Sebastian groaned, loudly, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"Oh great, Thad was your chaperone. I do not feel good about the situation." Blaine turned around and glared at Sebastian, who just raised his eyebrows at him. "You know, whilst it's good that you're not fleeing my presence, I think I preferred you when you were insecure, you were a lot less work." Blaine put his hands on his hips.
"I'm beginning to understand why you don't do long term." he said, in an exasperated tone of voice. "I am about to teach you about Romance." Sebastian's hand flew up to cover his face, an even longer, louder, groan escaping his lips
"Kill me now." he begged to his palm. "Please, Lord, strike me down where I stand." Blaine kicked his shin, and Sebastian yelped. "Blaine, that hurts!"
"Well, you were hurting my feelings." Sebastian sighed, and walked into Franklin.
"Look, Blaine, I really want us to work, but I don't do romance…I'm not sure what I do do, but it's not romance." Blaine turned to look at him imploringly.
"Oh, please, Bastian, didn't you say you were trying, for me!" Sebastian groaned as Blaine towed him up into his own bedroom which had been decorated with flowers and drapes and had a picnic laid in the middle, though he didn't take it in as he was too busy ranting;
"That is the last time I'm ever honest about how I feel. If I'd known how much people would use it against me…" he trailed off and shook his head. "I love you, Blaine, but seriously…I'm being tortured." Blaine had frozen, though, and dropped Sebastian's hand.
"You love me?" he questioned, and Sebastian just stared at him, clearly thinking that that wasn't the most important part of the sentence.
"Erm, yeah, that's what I just said." Blaine sighed.
"Do you mean it in the way that Nick and Jeff mean it when Thad gives them chocolate, or in the way Wes means it when he says it to Jenny?" Sebastian frowned at him.
"I mean I love you in a non-brotherly-platonic-friendy way…is that what you're asking for?" Blaine sighed at the confused, and a little frustrated, tone to Sebastian's voice.
"Yes, I think so…but, we've just got together, isn't it a bit soon to be saying that?" Sebastian frowned at him.
"Blaine, we've liked each other for two years…I don't think our relationship is new." Blaine stared at him, features frozen in a horrified manner.
"What are you saying?"
"That I don't understand why our relationship has to change! We were dating, Blaine, come on we were. We just didn't call each other "boyfriend" that's, like, the only difference." Blaine looked at him, confused and sad. Sebastian threw the flowers off his bed, and sat down, looking quietly angry.
"I'm sorry." muttered Blaine, quietly. "I guess…" he sighed, tears in his eyes. "I guess I just watch too many romantic movies." he closed his eyes, looking quietly sad, and Sebastian sighed, loudly.
"Okay, no." Blaine looked up at him, confused. "You don't have to be sorry…I'm not sure that I really get what is going on here, but I know it's not your fault…" he swallowed. "Blaine, we both know what I do…I do one-night stands. I don't do talking, I don't feelings…I do pleasure…" he broke off, sighing. "But I'm not doing that with you…" he seemed to struggle for words. "I've never been anybodies boyfriend, okay?"
"Neither have I," said Blaine with a tiny grin on his face that made Sebastian roll his eyes just a little.
"I know…so, you talk to someone - not Nick, and I'll talk to Wes, and we'll figure this thing out. It can't be that hard, my parents managed it."
"Bastian, your dad is state attorney, I don't think he's stupid." Sebastian smirked at him.
"You see you don't think, but I do know." Blaine frowned at him, torn between laughing and rolling his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure that that was bad grammar." Sebastian shrugged.
"You're in my room, I'm king." Blaine rolled his eyes, again. They fell into silence before Sebastian got off his bed and sat on the floor, inspecting the food. "Blaine, this romance stuff…it matters to you, doesn't it?" Blaine wanted to shake his head, but he ended up nodding. Sebastian sighed, looking pensive, and Blaine began to feel his spirits pick up a little bit.
"I'm going to really regret saying this, and it'll probably result in me wanting to kill myself-" Blaine's ears really shouldn't have perked up in the way they did when he said that. "-but, why don't you tell me - show me - what you want." Blaine beamed at him, eyes lighting up, and Sebastian rolled his own. Blaine sat down next to him, looking like a little kid on Christmas, and it made Sebastian smile, for some reason (okay, he knew why, but he wasn't having that conversation with Blaine, again).
"Okay, this isn't going to be so bad, I promise."
"Never start a sentence like that." Blaine laughed.
"Right, first tip, less sarcastic comments."
"But, Blaine-"
"No insults."
"Oh god."
"And no mickey taking."
"Yep, suicide immanent." Blaine continued to laugh, bright smile painted across his face, and, after a little while, Sebastian rolled his eyes, gave him a small smile, and leapt off the bed as his stomach growled. "Okay, so, are we eating or not?" Blaine bounced off the bed and right into Sebastian's arms, knocking the two onto the floor with a loud crash.
"Oww!" moaned Sebastian, but it was hidden under Blaine's continued laughter.
I think I need to be quite worried about what I've gotten myself into. A lot of people kept grinning at me in a most unnerving manner - I'm presuming this is because Drew told them I was going to be a cheerleader - and a couple of boys patted me on the back in a sympathetic manner. I might just have to start praying to god that this is some sort hazing technique and not because I'm about to meet Coach Sylvester's double. Drew certainly looks very cheerful for someone on crutches.
"What happened?" Drew shrugged as best he could whilst using the crutches to hop forward.
"I dunno, I opened a door and a tonne of equipment fell on me. I think the weights landed on my ankle." Kurt shook his head.
"You, Fred and Juri should start a club." he muttered, and Drew chuckled.
"Yeah, that's been said before." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Where is Crawford?" he asked, suddenly, as he realised he had no idea where he was going. Drew grinned at him.
"You know the hall?" Kurt nodded. "Did you see the big hedge on the other side?" Kurt half shrugged. "Well, Crawford's on the other side of that." Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Your sister school is on the other side of a hedge?" he asked, just a tad incredulous, and Drew nodded.
"It use to be one big campus, but then they decided that having hormonal teenagers of both sexes living a couple a meters from each other wasn't a good idea…so they split." Kurt rolled his eyes, wondering why they hadn't thought of that to start with.
"I see." Drew grinned.
"Yeah, we still act like one school most of the time…we do the play and the Carol Service, together, and the cheerleaders come to all of our many sports matches, and, as you know, some of our clubs are even mixed." he shrugged. "They're nice, even if they're a little crazy sometimes." Kurt nodded.
"Yeah, Blaine seemed to be running from most of them." Drew burst out laughing.
"It's true…they're in love with him. It's hilarious! You'll probably get someone crushing on you." Kurt rolled his eyes, thinking back to when Mercedes had had a crush on him. His car had born the brunt of that, and if any Crawford girl busted his window, he'd bust their skull.
They didn't leave through the gates, but, instead, walked round to the very edge, next to the wall that kept the outside world away, and Kurt noticed a much smaller door there. Drew punched in a code, and it opened into a small, old fashioned look, outhouse. The woman seated by the desk, looked up, casually flipping the page of her magazine.
"Hello Drew." she said in a bored voice, her eyes sliding to Kurt. "Who are you?" Kurt swallowed.
"Kurt Hummel."
"He's here for cheerleading." explained Drew, and Kurt got eyed up and down in a manner that mildly unnerved him.
"Sign in." she said, in a bored tone. Kurt let out a breath he hadn't realised that he'd been holding, any hope of getting turned away dashed. Drew scrawled his name in a barely legible manner, and Kurt, copying his lead, wrote his first and last name, and house, before following him out of the door.
"You get use to Emma." he said, conversationally. "She hates her job." Kurt raised an eyebrow, and Drew shrugged. "She was unemployed, and she lost her flat so she came back to Crawford and they gave her that job." he shrugged again. "She's nice, really." Kurt nodded, and broke into a run after Drew.
Crawford was made up of several large Victorian buildings, one of which had a glass roof and he presumed was the swimming pool. There were lots of girls walking around in blue and white tartan skirts that sat just above the knee, sleeveless navy jumpers with the school crest over their left breast - like on the Dalton blazers - white blouses and ties with the same pattern as the skirt. Most of them waved at Drew, and Drew grinned and waved back, as best as he could whilst keeping his balance.
Drew led Kurt over the river, that seemed to wind around the hedge, and towards the well mown sports field. There were lots of girls already there, all in navy cheerleading uniform. The edge of their short, pleated, skirts was a lighter blue with a tiny strip of white, and their tops - again sleeveless - were crisscrossed with the lighter blue and white stripe so that it went over their shoulders, and back down the other side of their back. In the centre, where the two lines intersected, was the emblem of their school - what looked like a red circle on a white background with a red outline - and over their left breast was sown another, differnt, crest.
"Coach Met!" the only adult in the vicinity turned to face Drew and Kurt.
Kurt's first thought was that she was very different from Coach Sylvester. She was tall, too, but she had dark brown that was pulled back into a long plait. She looked much younger, she couldn't be much older than 26, and her eyes didn't have the deadly glare that Coach Sylvester's had. They were brown, and calculating. She was dressed in navy trousers with the lighter blue and white stripe running up the side. It split into a "Y" shape at her hip, and the top was the same except it had white sleeves.
"Drew." she strode over to them, and Drew smiled up at her. "What can I do for you?"
"This is Kurt Hummel." he introduced Kurt, and her face split into a grin.
"Kurt Hummel?" she said in disbelief, eyeing him up and down. "It is you!" Kurt swallowed, glancing at Drew nervously. "We all saw your Nationals performance." Kurt's mouth fell open.
Oh god, I hadn't been planning on telling them about that. If they think that I'm going to do anything like that again, they have another thing coming.
The other cheerleaders were coming over, and quite a few of them looked a little too excited to see him. He recognised the girl who had played Cosette - Elise - and some of them looked familiar, they might have been in the chorus, or Blaine's fan club, but most of them he didn't recognise.
"I have to go." said Drew. "Football." Kurt turned to glare at the boy who was hastily retreating on his crutches, and it took him half a minute to realise that Drew was running away from something because he couldn't play. Kurt growled under his breath, making a mental note to get him back for this later, before turning back to the cheerleaders.
"Well, I don't think we need any trials…we need the upper hand against McKinley after all." Kurt froze.
What? That better not mean what I think it means.
"You…you compete against McKinley?" he asked, incredulously.
"Yes, we have them for Regionals." Kurt groaned. After a year of being in Glee Club with Sue Sylvester as their number one enemy, Kurt knew there was no way of beating her.
"I know it's horrible." said Elise, shrugging. "Your old Coach plays really dirty." Kurt groaned again, thinking of all the malicious, harmful, schemes that Coach Sylvester could use against them.
"I know, she hated the New Directions."
"Well, then, we have a common enemy. Elise, get Kurt his uniform, and set him up with a warm-up." Elise beckoned to Kurt, and Kurt followed her to small store cupboard.
"Okay…" said the blonde, flipping her hair. "What house are you in, again?" Kurt blinked, not sure why this was relevant, before answering.
"Franklin." she "hmmed" in response and climbed onto a table, looking in the shelves. "It'll be here somewhere." she said, more to herself than Kurt, and Kurt sighed, taking a seat and watching her fish around. "Aha!" she exclaimed, a few minutes later. She withdrew a red box from one of the shelves and handed it to Kurt. Kurt opened it and saw that his kit was exactly the same as what Coach Met had been wearing, accepted he had the Dalton emblem in the middle of the chest, and a different crest on the left.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the sown on red-shield with two diagonally crossing red lines, with the outline of a blue circle at the intersect.
"That's your house crest." Elise, brightly, as she began looking for something else. She got to her feet, and showed him the crest on her uniform. It was red, again, and had a single, vertical, gold line with a light blue circle in the middle of it. "See, I'm in Mather…the house sort of pair up; Mather and Franklin, Alcott and Harriot and Adams and Putnam." Kurt nodded.
"I've never seen it before."
"That's because we only wear them on formal occasions, or competitions, or house events…you won't have got yours yet." Kurt frowned. "You get the shield presented to you before you participate in one of those things for the first time. In fact, it's sort of meant to be a surprise, so forget I just told you anything." Kurt smiled at her, and found a pair of white plimsolls in the bottom. "Just tell me if they don't fit…I'll go stand outside." Kurt nodded, and she left the shed, closing the door behind her.
Kurt was surprised to find that the uniform fitted well. The shoes were a little too wide for his feet, but they weren't about to come off, or give him blisters. The top was tight-fitting, but he remembered the one from McKinley, and reasoned they must all be like that. The trousers were comfortable, and he kicked around a little - without knocking something off the shelves - and was glad to find he could move well.
"Hey." he came out of the shed, and saw Elise eye him up and down. "How do I look?" he asked, hoping his hair hadn't been too ruffled.
"Good." she said, giving him another once over. "You look good. Just what we need…'cause we're up against Garfield Academy next Friday, and if we beat them, which never happens, something big happens…I haven't worked out what." Kurt gaped at her.
"You want me to perform in a week?" Elise looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, why not? I saw your performance at Nationals…you're a natural. I mean, sure, you'll have to do some work, but we'll be starting a new routine now, so you're basically on an even footing. Come on," she added, beginning to run towards the other cheerleaders. "you need to get warmed up." Kurt watched her run off, legs barely able to copy her, with a sinking feeling in his chest.
Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? Yes, I performed in less time with Coach Sylvester, but then I wasn't juggling a dozen other things. I still have a mountain of school work, and Warblers, and just generally being confused…I'm think I'm beginning to understand the point of the broom fights…they need stress relief. Do they ever get any down time?
I think I'm going to drop dead from exhaustion. That cheerio practise lasted two and a half hours. I haven't done that much physical activity since…since I can't even remember! The worst thing, was that none of the others looked any where near as dead as I did, and I got the distinct impression that Coach Met would have kept on going if the soccer team hadn't turned up and demanded the pitch. I just got handed a schedule which requires me to train on Friday evening, after Warblers, and on Saturday and Sunday…looks like I won't be going home for a long time. I'm beginning to remember why I quit in the first place, and, also, why are Quinn, Santana and Brittney so obsessed with being cheerleaders? I think I'd take the slushees over that kind of daily torture!
Kurt was ready to collapse when he stumbled back into Franklin, still dressed in his cheerleading uniform. Those people that were in the common room winced as one as he stumbled towards a chair and flopped down into it. Kurt shut his eyes, ready to fall asleep, when he was poked. He grumbled, and swatted the hand away, but the poking became ever more persistent.
"What?" he snapped, forcing his eyes open. The sight of Daniel crouched before him, did not make him feel any better. "Daniel…I'm giving you three seconds to leave me alone; three, two-" Daniel's hand went over his mouth to stop him saying "one" and Kurt glared at him. Daniel swallowed.
"Shh." he said, and Kurt raised an eyebrow. He withdrew his hand from Kurt's mouth, eyes telling him to keep quiet. "I need to ask you something." he said in a low voice. Kurt raised an eyebrow, noting that was a distinct lack twinkle in his green eyes.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked, sitting up and feeling unnerved by his solemn expression. Daniel opened his mouth, about to say something, when Blaine came out of nowhere, sitting on the arm of Kurt's chair.
"Hey Kurt! Hey Feel!" Daniel snapped his mouth shut, eyes darting between the two boys, and Kurt didn't think he'd ever be this unhappy to see Blaine. He forced a smile onto his face.
"Hey, Blaine." Blaine looked him up and down, and Kurt could feel that unwanted blush creep across his features.
"Cheerleading." he said, surprised. "Are you going to be at the match next Friday?" Kurt sighed.
"That's what I've been told." Blaine grinned.
"I hope you are, we might just win this year…if we can actually play Drew this time." Kurt blinked, looking up at the other boy.
"Are you on the Football team?" Blaine nodded.
"Yeah, I'm the kicker, and sometimes punter, depending on who's available." Kurt glared at him.
"I wanted to be the kicker, I kicked for McKinley…I won the game for them in Sophomore year." Blaine grinned down at him.
"Sorry, that spot's been mine since I lost my temper in football - soccer - practise and smashed the ball so hard it went over the main building." Kurt's mouth dropped open, and Blaine chuckled and nodded.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah…I mean, I'm centre forward on the football team so I'm basically good at kicking at a target." Kurt smiled at him, feeling a little bit more alive, and noticed that Daniel's eyes were continuing to flicker between the two of them. "You okay their Feel?" Daniel nodded, slowly.
"You're happy." he said, bluntly, staring at Blaine. Blaine frowned before nodding.
"Yeah…I managed to convince Sebastian to let me teach him about romance." Kurt raised his eyebrows. "I'm trying to convert him to becoming a romantic." Daniel frowned at him whilst Kurt laughed at the idea of Sebastian delivering Blaine flowers and writing love poetry.
"What?" Blaine had noticed Daniel's prolonged stare, and Kurt felt that awkward tension creep up again.
"Doesn't it- aren't you- Blaine, be careful!" Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Daniel it's okay. We got this covered." Daniel continued to frown, and Kurt felt his smile become rigid again.
"Blaine you weren't there." he said, and the thing that made Kurt the most anxious was the serious tone to Daniel's voice. He found their constant giggling annoying - who didn't - but he'd quickly grown to associate it with them. To think that their cheerful demeanour was just as much a part of them as their incredible ability to be completely in sync with each other.
Oh hell, now I'm doing it. I'm thinking of Trinity as one person instead of three individuals…if I don't watch out I'll be calling them by their nicknames soon.
Blaine seemed equally unsettled by Daniel's grave face, if his frown as anything to go by, and he sighed, loudly and heavily.
"Look, I spoke to Wes-" Kurt frowned in confusion at that, not sure what they were talking about anymore. "-and he said, well, he said that he thought it was genuine." there was a long pause. Then Daniel grinned.
"Does this mean you're making up?" Blaine sighed and then shook his head.
"I'm going to wait…I'll see what he says, but I'm not sure…I'm not sure I can…sorry, Daniel." The boy shook his head, dismissing the apology, and running a hand over his fine brown hair.
"It's okay." he assured him. Blaine gave him a half smile, and Kurt had opened his mouth to demand an explanation when several boys came running over to Blaine. They all began to speak at once, but Kurt caught the words "Sebastian" "come" and "flowers", and Blaine allowed himself to be pulled from the sofa and towed, by them, up the stairs. Kurt turned back to Daniel, a frown of annoyance on his face.
"Was that about Keats?" he asked. Daniel nodded, leaping to his feet and performing an arabesque. "Was it about me?" Daniel stopped his twirling for not longer than half a second, but it was long enough to give Kurt his answer. Kurt frowned as Daniel began spinning again. He thought for a second, carefully; there didn't seem anyone better to ask than one of Trinity.
"Daniel, does Keats-" he never got a chance to finish his question because there was a loud crash, and several boys dressed in PE kit ran in. They grabbed Daniel and carried him from the room, shouting an apology to Kurt, and promising to return him, as they went. Kurt flopped back into his seat, thoroughly annoyed with them.
It's like the world is conspiring against me, or something…It seems I'm just destined to never have my questions answered, and it's really important that I do…I'm not sure I'm entirely comfortable with the idea I have, and I'd quite like to discard as soon as possible…Ah well, I might as well go and tell dad that I won't be making it back for Friday night dinner, or the weekend…stupid cheerleading practise. When am I going to find time to do all those exercises?
Blaine didn't know whether to be amused or not by the sight before him. On the plus side, Sebastian seemed to have been listening to him, on the downside…he clearly hadn't paid attention to detail. Blaine slammed the door shut, sneezing heavily. His eyes were pricking painfully, and he stumbled down the hall to Sebastian's room. He knocked on the door, and then walked inside. Sebastian looked up at him, and then frowned.
"Blaine…why are you crying?" Blaine walked over and slapped his arm. "Ouch! What did I do? I gave you flowers!" Blaine sneezed and glowered at him.
"I told you not to give me lilies." Sebastian frowned, putting down his pen.
"Really? Oh, sorry, wasn't listening that carefully." Blaine sighed, and Sebastian shrugged. "Shouldn't you just be impressed that I managed to get lilies delivered to the school in such a short amount of time." Blaine stared at him, and Sebastian shrugged. "Look, I tried and then I screwed up, what the hell? Doesn't matter." Blaine sighed, and then nodded.
"Yeah, just make a note or something…" Sebastian nodded.
"Okay, well… you know…" Blaine smiled at him, taking pleasure in having rendering the boy speechless - an occurrence that was so infrequent Blaine often wondered whether it was possible.
"You're right, I should just be impressed that you tried, and did it so quickly." Sebastian smirked.
"See, I'm always right." Blaine glared at him, and then he sighed. Sebastian glanced at his face, and folding his arms, began to leave the room. Blaine followed him. "I'm not going to be able to talk to him, I think it's time you tried." Blaine shook his head.
"I tried, remember…don't want to end up in Hammonds' office, again." Sebastian sighed as they moved along the hallway together.
"See, the thing is, I don't believe him." Blaine frowned.
"But Wes-"
"Doesn't know him as well as me…it's too quick." Blaine frowned.
"If he's not being honest than what is he doing?" Sebastian shrugged.
"I don't know, I said Wes didn't know him as well as I did; I didn't say I knew him well." Blaine sighed, and stopped before his door, unwilling to go back in and be assaulted by flowers.
"Do you think he's going to get hurt?" Sebastian bestowed his best "you-really-are-an-idiot-why-do-I-associate-myself-with-you?" look upon his boyfriend.
"Remember what happened to Fred and Andy when they decided that they were going to continue being the geeks that they are together?" Blaine sighed at that particularly unpleasant memory.
"Okay, should we tell him?"
"Should you tell him, is what you mean." Blaine frowned, not understanding the point that was being made by Sebastian. Sebastian sighed with the air of one gathering all their patience. "Kurt doesn't like me, he won't believe what I tell him. However, if you talk about it…" Sebastian trailed off pointedly, and Blaine looked uncomfortable.
"Why doesn't he like you?" Sebastian rolled his eyes, giving Blaine the aforementioned look again.
"You know, for someone who has experienced as much as you, you are woefully dim-witted." With that final insult, Sebastian walked into Blaine's room, leaving it's resident standing outside, blinking in confusion and attempting to discern what message had been left for him in the remark.
Blaine shrugged, shaking his head, and turned to go back to Sebastian's room until it was safe to enter his own. He did not notice, however, the figure stood, frozen, on the top of the stairs. Their mouth was slightly agape, and a frown gracing their brow, having overheard the entire exchange. Blaine closed the door with a little more force than was necessary, causing the figure to jump. Kurt Hummel jerked out of his shocked stupor.
I didn't get a chance to talk to Blaine last night. I didn't get a chance to talk to anyone. I was going to mention it to Juri, but he was back late and he looked really upset so I didn't want to bring anything up. The thing is, though, I'm beginning to get the impression that people - Fred and Andy for one - were hurt, physically hurt. I'm not sure whether it's just my mind jumping to conclusions, but it seems to take something pretty serious to end up in Hammonds' office…I don't know, and it's half five in the morning. I have to get this stupid cheerleading training underway. There's so much to do…
"Kurt, what the hell are you doing?" the main light to the common room flickered on, and Kurt froze, rope falling onto his head as he turned to see Sebastian standing there, gazing at him in complete confusion.
"Err…" all powers of speech betrayed him in that moment as he stood, dressed in a t-shirt and loose pants, colouring red with embarrassment. "Coach…Coach Met…" he said by way of explanation, and Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Okay I won't ask because it's some cheerleading thing." he said as he moved to the kitchen in a sluggish manner, his hair gel-less and flat against his forehead, the fringe swept to the left.
"What are you doing up?" he asked, curiously. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Blaine." he mumbled, and Kurt presumed this was about his was part of his "educate-Sebastian-in-the-way-of-a-romantic" thing.
"Oh." Sebastian set about making coffee whilst Kurt just stood there.
"Do you want coffee, or are you going to go back to pretending you're a nine year-old with incredibly pull-able plaits." Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" Sebastian shrugged as the kettle came down from the boil.
"What can I say, I've been making girls cry my whole life. When I was little because I pulled the scrunches out, and now because I break their hearts." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, let's not say that I'm not good looking, and it does break their heart when I say I'm gay, and - as of recently - taken." Kurt rolled his eyes some more.
"If you're so attractive, why don't you have a Crawford fan-club?" Sebastian smirked at him, devilishly.
"Oh, and therein lies the beauty of being able to make a girl cry. Blaine has this innocence about him. He's dapper and charming, and let's not pretend that that's half of what makes him so desirable, and it makes them think that he's just playing hard to get, but me… I look into their eyes, see their soul and tear it shreds. Cruel, but necessary." Kurt raised an eyebrow, and Sebastian just shrugged. "It's useful. It means I can walk around Crawford unscathed and see my friends."
"Friends?" he asked, not bothering to hide his disbelieving tone. Sebastian shrugged again.
"Social networking, Kurt, gotta start sometime. You should get Facebook." Kurt felt his features darken, slightly. He shook his head.
"I had it, once, but it was too easy for people to bully me." Sebastian's smirk vanished. He nodded.
"Right." Kurt blinked in shock at the change in his persona. Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Kurt I'm not a nice person, really. I can be cruel, dismissive, arrogant…but I don't like it when people are bullied because they're gay because I've realised that that could have been me. You know, I am very lucky to - a - have rich parents, and - b - have parents that don't care about me." Kurt frowned.
"How?" Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"They don't care about me so they sent me to Dalton. I'm completely out of the way, and I'm safe; win, win. Private schools can either be havens or death traps, because you can stuck with people who can make your life a living hell and you can't do anything because they pull the "my-parents-can-ruin-your-life" card on teachers." he shrugged, and Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"People like you, then." Sebastian rolled his eyes, giving Kurt a scathing look.
"Yes, like I do with Luc." Kurt set down the rope.
"What do your parents do?" he asked, cautiously. Sebastian heaved a huge sigh.
"My dad is state attorney." he explained. "So, you know, piss me off and I can have you thrown in jail." Kurt smirked.
"No you can't." Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, what makes you so certain?" Kurt continued to smirk, walking forward a bit.
"If that was the case, Keats wouldn't be at Dalton." Sebastian's expression flickered. He set down his coffee.
"Kurt, tell me, do you know Keats' last name?" Kurt thought before shaking his head. "Powers." he said, and Kurt looked at him, uncertain whether he knew it or not. "His father is Senator for South Carolina." Kurt's mouth fell open.
"The-"
"Yep, the one who has Nazi like views about gays." Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I'm not joking, it's in between the lines, but it's there. He doesn't pull the religion card, people would think he's a fanatic, but he pulls the "it's-a-defunct-in-the-genome" one instead. He talks about it like "yes, they have no choice, but the fact they cannot reproduce shows us that they were wrong, and it's nature, natural selection, showing us that they want this species to die." Kurt gaped at him. "You've not heard any of this?" Kurt shook his head.
"No, I think my dad tries to, you know, protect me." Sebastian nodded.
"Fair enough. He reckons it's like, I dunno, your child having Down Syndrome. It's not anybody's fault, the child just has an extra chromosome, but it's not right, it's not what's meant to be." Sebastian rubbed a hand over his mouth, and Kurt could see an unusual fire burning in his eyes. "He's clever, he talks well, and, of course, no one knows he has homosexual son, but it's all bull. If it was some screw up then they'd be able to examine our DNA and find proof, but so far I've not heard of anybody finding a "gay-gene", or anything of the sort. Besides it's not impossible to pass your genes on if you're gay. There's surrogacy. Imagine if you had a lesbian couple and a gay couple, they decide to have child, and you get a kid that could, potentially, have two "gay-genes", or whatever shit he's made up." Kurt stared at him, stunned into silence.
"You know a lot about this." he said, slowly. Sebastian nodded.
"When I was a Sophomore, I met him and we got into this kind of discussion and I couldn't win, I didn't know enough…now, though…" he broke off smirking. "I can't wait to meet him again. I've spent my holidays looking up his views, other people's views, and finding a way to discard it. I started reading Plato and Xenophon and their writings about Socrates, I was so passionate about it, about being able to convince people I'm right. There in, again, lies the beauty of having parents that don't care. They didn't know what I was doing - which is good because they would have hated it if they did - but I could be having sex with pigs, and they wouldn't care - unless it got in the tabloids." Kurt blinked at him some more.
Well, I may not like him, but I have to admit he's the kind of person that the gay community needs, especially in this part of Ohio. He speaks with such passion, that it's kind of…unnerving, but you almost can't disagree with him. He's a good speaker, and I think I might just be starting to respect him. Oh god, it's six in the morning, my brain can't handle that kind of revelation…he better have left some of that coffee for me…
Next Time- Going Down: The upcoming match against Garfield Academy promises tears of some sort, and the concert is creeping up on the Warblers as Kurt finds himself in a situation that he never would have dreamed of being in again…