"Where is Sebastian?" Kurt's shrill voice echoed around the airy room as his eyes darted over the bodies searching for the tall french boy. Amongst the deafening silence the click of a heel resinated over the ashy floorboard drawing everyones attention towards Hunter Clarington now standing in front of the Warblers as if to protect them.
"Kurt Hummel, to what do I owe this pleasure?" A false smile is plastered on the Captain's face as his right hand abruptly thrusted forward to claim Kurt's in a handshake but he was ignored. "He has gone to his room I suppose" he sighed, dropping his hand and brushing some non existent fluff off his blazer.
Within seconds Kurt has exited the room and stormed down the hallways of Dalton Academy ignoring the onlooking stares, freshmen not knowing how a stranger got on campus or the older students recognizing the fiery ex-Warbler and thriving for the exposure of what is about to come. He bounded up the spiral stairs where he first laid eyes on Blaine and carried on weaving in and out aalton solely focused on his anger for Sebastian, until he reached the dormitory wing.
Vast pastel coloured tapestries hung from the walls as Kurt reached the end of the corridor that split of in only two ways, from his time at the school he recalled that his dorm was a room just a couple of doors to the left hand passage, the right hand side however was the dorms that belonged to the wealthier boys. Kurt had never know anyone to reside in the right hand corridor due to there being only eight rooms down there and most of his friends getting into the school on scholarships rather than wealth. Without a second thought Kurt walked to the right knowing that if Sebastian's father was State Attorney there would be no reason for him being in 'economy-class' dorms.
Each door was the same apart from the golden initials engraved in the middle of the wood to indicate ownership of the room:
A.M.
C.T.
M.A.
H.C.
T.M.
D.H.
O.K
H.V
Reaching the dead end of the corridor Kurt was shocked, he carefully walked back examining every door carefully to see if he missed an S.S. but he hadn't. Continuing down the corridor into the next set of rooms seemed the tactical idea, passing room after room until he reached the door that contained the engraving.Kurt took a few second to digest the knowledge that Sebastian Smythe the ridiculously rich meerkat actually shared his room. Also the fact he shared his room with Nick Duval.
Clenching a fist he slammed his paled knuckles into the door in a off beat rhythm, after a moment of silence shuffling was heard from behind the door, before the sound of the latch coming off was heard and the door pulled slightly ajar. "Nick for once just remember your keys" said the hidden voice behind the door which Kurt could only identify as a pissed off Sebastian.
In one swift motion Kurt pushed the door wide open revealing Sebastian standing in the middle of the small room with his back facing Kurt.
Kurt let out a breath of air he didn't realise he was holding until now "...Sebastian"
At the sound of Kurt's voice the taller boy spun around, his eye's red, full of unshed tears and a badly bruised face that looked strangely fresh . "Kurt-?" Whispered the crying boy, confusion written all over his face. "-I mean Hummel. What are yo-"
"He is mine?" Interrupted Kurt in such a small voice, his anger suddenly turning into upset.
Sebastian licked his dried lips as a way to regain himself before defending himself with a smirk "Whose your's Princess?"
Kurt almost felt whiplash with how fast the tables had turned as he felt a drop of water create a cool pathway down his cheek. "Blaine. He is mine and you should leave him alone."
Sebastian frowned "what are you on about Hummel? Blaine, seriously? I haven't seen him in weeks. He got boring."
"Boring?" Blinked Kurt.
"Yeah, he has been constantly texting me since I came back from hospital. Feels like being in a relationship without the sex." The last sentence didn't even come across as if Sebastian even believed it himself.
Kurt's gaze moved past the taller boy "what's that?"
On the floor was a pair of grey Nike jogging bottoms with a large scarlet patch staining the fabric. Sebastian green eyes flickered down to the mess then quickly returning to Kurt's blank face, Sebastian suddenly lost all colour before nervously shrugging. "I-I...I had my ass ripped open. A couple of stitches came undone I guess."
Lie. Kurt had listened to Carol enough times to know that internal stitches were strong enough to hold through bowel movements, so something else had broken them. Realization dawned on Kurt and he gasped "Sebastian you seriously be having sex?!"
"Who said I was having sex?"
"Or using a dildo-"
"-Surprised you know what one is."
"Just shut up!" Kurt screamed falling back against the bare wall. "You are intolerable Sebastian! You just got out of a coma some guy you whored yourself out to put you in and you are already sleeping around again! I am trying to offer you advice and you throw it back at me!You deserve everything you get."
If Sebastian had been pale originally he was practically see through by the time Kurt finished his rant. "Get out" he hissed focusing on the floor, Kurt just stood up and stared back. "I said get out Hummel. Now!"
Nothing could compare to how much Sebastian despised this room, the dull appearance of a $20 a night motel that once had a good reputation but fell drastically back into the fifties. He knows the beige cord phone is broken, the bible in the bedside draw is destroyed with burnt edges and doodles that he had probably caused. The bedsheets are itchy and lying back on the stained mattress staring at the moth bitten light shade causes his mind to drift to Kurt Hummel. He knows that it is a dangerous subject, one he tries not to dwell on too often but he know what Kurt said was true.
The mattress sinks slightly as another body gets onto the bed crawling onto Sebastian, darken eyes scanning over the boy's battered face. The man scowls for a brief period, 'what happened to you, are you okay? I'll just leave you tonight' are the thoughts Sebastian hopes the man is having "You are so good, we can just cuddle tonight".
"Get on your hands and knees faggot, if I see that face I'll lose my erection." The man sourly laughed, shoving Sebastian onto his side causing a whimper of pain to slip out.
He deserved this.