A/N: After the epic showdown with Kurt, Blaine, and Sebastian at Kurt's club, Kurt asks Sebastian to take him to Dalton Academy.

***So this is the last installment of this particular chapter. The next chapter will take place the following day. Here Kurt reveals some more of his back story to Sebastian, as well as contemplates whether or not continuing this relationship with him is the best idea. I do apologize ahead of time, there is some Blaine wank - nothing like before, but in the vein of Kurt telling Sebastian (vaguely) what happened between them. Mostly he tells Sebastian about his own life back in high school, which is sort of essential to the story. So my apologies :)

They drive away from Kurt's club in silence, heading for Westerville. Sebastian had anticipated a lack of conversation, but he still wishes Kurt would say something. Sebastian doesn't understand a lot of what happened back at the club, though really, what was there to understand? This Blaine guy is Kurt's ex, he's a royal douche, and Kurt is better off without him. Kurt would be better off with a dead seal than with that asshole. Everyone in Kurt's place seems to know it. But aside from the man himself, there were things that Blaine said that Sebastian didn't get. What did Blaine mean by Kurt running back to him? Sebastian doesn't see that happening, but considering how agitated Elliott got, his mention that Kurt doesn't listen to him when Blaine comes around, Sebastian has to assume that that remark has a grain of truth to it, no matter how microscopic.

And what exactly did Blaine mean when he said that despite Kurt's big talk, he liked it on his knees? Kurt isn't a submissive. He doesn't seem like he has a submissive bone in his body. Sebastian gathers that Blaine thought he owned Kurt. Still thinks that from the sound of it. Kurt said that about those marks on his arms – "Once upon a time, a man thought he had total control over me..." Maybe Blaine wanted Kurt to be his submissive? Kurt said no (of course, because, in Sebastian's mind, there's no way) and then…what? Did Blaine try to force him? Manipulate him?

Did he rape him?

If that's the case, then Blaine is on Sebastian's list. He's going to find that bastard and tear him apart, maybe ram his lacrosse stick up the jerk's ass for good measure. Blaine can't be too hard to find. He strikes Sebastian as the kind of man who wants people to be able to find him. With the amount of product he wears in his hair, he has to leave a trail.

Maybe Elliott can help him. Sure, Elliott wants to see Sebastian packed up and on the first train out of town with his nuts ripped off and shoved down his throat, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend. That has to count for something. Sebastian does realize that Google would probably be the quickest and easiest route to take, but he has to do something to get on Elliott's good side. Serving up the head of Blaine Anderson might be just the thing.

Dalton Academy isn't too far from Kurt's club, so Sebastian considers taking a longer route to give Kurt time to think, but while Sebastian ponders his many unanswered questions about Blaine, he drives the whole way on auto-pilot. They pull on to the Dalton campus before Sebastian has time to reconsider, and since they're already there, he pulls into a spot outside of the lacrosse field. His assigned parking spot sits directly outside the dorms. That's too exposed for Sebastian's taste.

Too many opportunities for some asshole to peek out the windows and see them. Not that Sebastian cares who sees them. He just doesn't want to be interrupted.

"Here we are, Master," Sebastian says, cutting the engine. He sinks back in his seat and looks at Kurt, head tilted to the right, staring out the window the entire drive. "Did you want to get out? Take a look around?"

Kurt's eyes don't shift, his head doesn't turn. Sebastian can't help feeling that something in the dark of the Dalton campus has captured Kurt's attention. From where they're parked, they can see the lacrosse field, two of the main buildings, and the dorm. Sebastian doesn't have a clue which one Kurt might be looking at. "Are you plannin' on staying in the car, preppy?"

"Did you want me to, Master?"

This time, Kurt looks at Sebastian, but by way of the tinted glass. "No," he replies, "it's just…I mean, look at what you're wearing." A grin sneaks onto Kurt's face. Sebastian smirks, but Kurt's smile disappears as quickly as it comes. "We didn't bring you a change of clothes. I remember what high school was like. I don't want to kill your rep."

"I don't think there's anyone really up at this hour, Master," Sebastian says. "And besides, I don't particularly give a shit if anyone sees me."

Kurt huffs a dry, sarcastic laugh. "Is that an act?" he asks so suddenly, so forcefully, Sebastian flinches. It sounds like an accusation, not a question, and Sebastian doesn't know if answering will make Kurt angry. Admittedly, Sebastian doesn't understand much about Dom/sub relationships, but the one thing he keeps overhearing is that communication between Dom and sub is important. It seems to be the foundation. If Sebastian can't talk to Kurt on the level in a situation like this, in what Sebastian has heard termed the "vanilla" world (at least, he thinks that word would apply here), their relationship will never work.

And Sebastian wants it to work.

"Is what an act, Master?"

"The bravado. Is it for my benefit, or are you really hot shit around here?"

"You did say you thought I had a harem of boys jizzing all over themselves to do whatever I wanted, didn't you, Master?" That comment brings the smile back to Kurt's face – a snarky, oddly proud smile. Sebastian wants to reach out and touch Kurt, put a hand on his hip, create a point of contact. He feels an odd disconnect between them, the way he assumes he would if Kurt was a teacher that Sebastian happened to get naked with. And maybe that's how this is supposed to feel. Kurt is the professor in this universe that Sebastian has landed in, which makes Sebastian the pupil. It's going to be a difficult dynamic to get used to, especially during moments like this that feel intimate but not really, when all Sebastian wants to do is offer Kurt comfort, but he doesn't know if he's allowed. "Well, you're not that far from the truth. And besides, to restate an earlier comment, I don't give a shit if anyone sees me."

"You've got some balls, preppy. I'll give you that."

Sebastian leans forward till his chin brushes Kurt's shoulder, and says in the most suggestive voice he can devise, "You should know, Master."

That gets Kurt laughing, and Sebastian marks it a victory.

"All right, well, let's get a move on." Kurt unbuckles his seat belt and opens his door. "Don't really feel like being here all night. Too many memories…"

Sebastian climbs out of the car, watching Kurt as he heads for the lacrosse field. Too many memories? Of what? Has Kurt been here before? He has to have been. If all that talk from Elliott about Sebastian and Blaine being the same caliber of person is anything to go by, Kurt has probably been to Dalton a number of times.

Oh, God! Were any of the professors at Dalton Kurt's clients? Like Professor Stevenson, the A. P. Physics teacher. Sebastian can definitely picture him in a leather harness and ass-less chaps with a ball gag in his mouth…a little too easily, as a matter of fact, so Sebastian moves on. Or Mr. Carlyle, the freshman Phys Ed teacher. There was always something a little off about him. He's a little too quiet for a P. E. teacher, too withdrawn, with a suspicious obsession with the suspension trainer.

But no. Blaine has something to do with Kurt's memories of Dalton, and as far as Sebastian can remember, he hadn't heard the name Blaine Anderson before he met Kurt.

Or…wait a minute…

Had he?

Then Sebastian stumbles on a thought that hadn't dawned on him before, but really should have smacked him in the face. Back in Kurt's kitchen, when Kurt got upset at Sebastian for not telling him he sang, Kurt asked him if he was a Warbler. How did Kurt know about the Warblers unless…

"You know, usually when you go back to the haunts of your childhood, they seem so much smaller than you remember them," Kurt says, cutting a path through the grass. "But not Dalton. Nope. Dalton never disappoints."

"So, you went to Dalton, Master?" Sebastian asks, but at this point he's certain the answer is yes.

"Yup, when I was a junior, but only for about half a year. I went back to public school after that. Swore to myself I'd never come back here."

"Why is that?"

"I kind of blame Dalton Academy for lying to me."

Sebastian inclines his head at Kurt's back as he tromps toward the bleachers. "How did it lie to you?"

"My father had me transferred here because I was being bullied in public school. A homophobic jock threatened to kill me, but apparently he had a crush on me."

"Wow…"

"Yeah. But I came here because…" Sebastian sees Kurt's shoulders jerk, laughing to himself. "Well to be honest, I came here, in part, because of Blaine." Kurt looks over his shoulder at Sebastian. "Believe it or not, he was a lot more charming back then than he is now."

"Sounds fake, but okay, Master," Sebastian half mumbles, but Kurt hears him and winks.

"I was in a rival show choir," Kurt continues, not slowing his stride, determined to make it to the bleachers as if they're running behind on some arbitrary time limit. "We were called…" Kurt raises his hands, blocking off a portion of the sky to simulate a marquee with a name written in lights "…The New Directions." He says it dramatically, then laughs, as ridiculous to him as it sounds to Sebastian. "I was sent here to spy on The Warblers. You know, scope out the competition, see what we were up against. But I wasn't a very good spy. The Warblers knew me – Blaine knew me - from the moment I walked through the door. They knew I didn't belong here." Kurt reaches the bleachers and climbs up a few steps, but doesn't sit. "He and a few of his friends invited me for coffee. I thought for sure these three rich boys in blazers were going to beat me up. We got to talking, and I told them what was going on with the jock and the bullying, how no one seemed to notice, or care..." When Sebastian reaches the bleachers, Kurt motions for him to sit on the lowest bench at his feet. Sebastian obeys, but Kurt remains standing. "Blaine told me that Dalton had a zero tolerance policy against bullying. Plus, the show choir here is actually cool, whereas at my school, we were treated more like wooden ducks that the rest of the student body used for target practice." Kurt's eyes scan the field, like he's searching for something, but he doesn't look at Sebastian. "I thought this school was the answer to my prayers. I remember the day I transferred, sitting in the Dean's office, listening to him tell me how coming here was going to change my life. Dalton promised to protect me. It promised to keep me safe. It promised to help me succeed. And since Blaine was here, I thought I might actually…" Kurt blows out a breath, rethinking the end of that sentence. "The Dean was right. Going to Dalton changed my life, but not entirely in a good way."

"May I ask what happened, Master?" Sebastian leaves his question purposefully vague. There's just so much that he doesn't know or understand. Fuck, he's only known Kurt a few days. They've spent most of that time naked and fucking. But this is more intimate than fucking. This is Kurt vulnerable; this is the difficult stuff.

The stuff that Sebastian usually doesn't care enough to get to know about the guys he sleeps with…except for his first real boyfriend, Jamie. But Jamie is pretty much the reason why Sebastian stopped caring altogether.

But Sebastian cares about what happened to Kurt.

Yes, Sebastian wants to know what Blaine did, but really, he wants to know everything that happened, from the beginning, at the public high school Kurt went to, thru his time at Dalton, and ending with tonight.

"I…" Kurt struggles with what he wants to say next. Sebastian waits, eager for the story to unfold. Kurt's eyes unfocus, staring towards the dorm – at one particular window, Sebastian realizes. But Kurt shakes his head. "I would really rather not get into it right now." He fishes out a pack of cloves from his pocket and takes a seat. "I'm sorry, it's just…they say high school is supposed to be one of the best times of your life, but anyone who says that has never been to high school. I wasn't the person I am now back then, preppy. I didn't act the same, didn't talk the same, I sure as hell didn't look the same. I spent so much time fighting just to be me, running to places I thought would keep me safe, latching on to people I thought would understand me. And when I found them, I thought they were so genuine and true that I held on to them tight. But for every one person who was a real friend, there were so many people, preppy, always so many people who wanted to tie me up in chains. Blaine was the biggest one of those. But keeping me locked up, that wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to…spread the love around, so to speak. Show it off. Show off what he'd made." Kurt sighs, fiddling with the pack of cigarettes, smacking it against his palm repeatedly, making a rhythm out of the dull slap, but not taking one out. "You know, in my world, the one I live in now, everyone runs their relationship, defines their dynamic, their own way. One thing doesn't work for everyone, so they bend, compromise, and power to the people who can make it work. But that's why I prefer what I do. I don't have to invest my time in any one person…" Kurt looks at Sebastian. He grabs a handful of his sub's hair and tugs it fondly "…usually. Some Dominants like to tout their superiority over others, and treat their submissives solely like objects. Mindless playthings. Some make their relationship one of equals. That's what I wanted. I wanted us to be equals. But Blaine, he needed to be in charge, in everything. He needed to be the captain, the soloist, the leading man. He needed to be my one and only, take the place of every other friend I had. I didn't want it, but I gave it a shot for him, even though that was never who I was. But, as it turned out, he didn't want me for me. He wanted me for who he could make me." Kurt looks from Sebastian's eyes to the sky above. There are some things that are just too hard to admit to someone's face. "I want to be over him so bad, preppy. It's been fucking long enough, Goddammit. But I guess…every time I think I am, he shows the fuck back up, I turn 16 all over again. And he's the captain of the Warblers."

Sebastian swallows, so hard he almost swallows what he's about to say. "I'm sorry, Master."

"Nothing for you to be sorry about, preppy," Kurt says, dismissing his past and his relationship with Blaine as if parts of his life didn't revolve around it. As if he hadn't built his hopes on it. "Like I said, the stupidity was mine, and the sins were someone else's."

"But, still…" Sebastian presses because he doesn't think that Kurt really hears him. If that disregard is a side effect of Sebastian's being a sub, or of Kurt just not seeing what he should be seeing, Sebastian doesn't know, but he's going to make him see if he can. "You don't deserve that."

Kurt's head jerks as if he's stifling a laugh, but there's no humor on his face. Sebastian sees that being a default reaction. Kurt doesn't strike Sebastian as the kind of person who takes compliments, or sympathy, very well. "And what do you think I deserve?"

"Whatever you want, Master," Sebastian says. "Whatever you want out of life, you should have it."

Kurt smirks at his obedient boy, dressed in a Boy Scout uniform that's way too small, but he's still here, isn't he? He's still with Kurt, waiting for Kurt to tell him what to do. Of course, this is there first weekend together, and Sebastian far from knows what all of this lifestyle entails, but the one thing that Kurt doesn't see when he looks in Sebastian's eyes that he has seen from other submissives at this point is trepidation. Fear. Sebastian has none of that.

Kurt wonders how deep that goes. What would it take to put fear in Sebastian's eyes? That's one challenge that Kurt would love to take on.

But he's not going to find out tonight.

"So, you think that I should have what I want, huh?"

"Yes, Master," Sebastian says, realizing that he's almost begging to get his point across. "Whatever you want."

"I want you to suck me off, preppy. Can you do that for me?" Kurt could have made it a command. Sebastian would have obeyed. The fact that it came out a request breaks Sebastian's heart. But Sebastian nods, dropping to his knees on the cold, ribbed metal between Kurt's legs. Sebastian undoes the buttons to Kurt's fly while Kurt opens his pack of cloves and plucks out a single cigarette and his lighter. He brings the clove to his lips and lights it as Sebastian frees his cock from his jeans and sinks his mouth over it. Kurt blows a thin stream of smoke from between his lips.

"You're a good boy, preppy," Kurt says, fingers twirling Sebastian's hair, urging him down farther every other bob, letting this private rapture carry him away from this place he swore he'd never come back to.

One of the places. Unfortunately, Kurt has a list.

"You're…you're such a…good boy…preppy…just…mmm…a good boy…"

This time, Kurt lets Sebastian lead, sucking and swallowing at his own speed without any thrusting up. Kurt reclines against the hard edge of the bench behind him, propping his left leg up to give Sebastian room. With his eyes skyward, Kurt pulls off the end of his cigarette and thoughtfully puffs smoke rings into the air. He doesn't moan, doesn't grunt, just quietly hums, recalling how many times he's done this late at night – not here, but at McKinley. He and Blaine didn't get all that physical here, but at McKinley after hours, the two of them went at it like rabbits. On the bleachers, under the bleachers, in the locker room, in the choir room, and more times in Kurt's SUV in the parking lot than he can count. But it wasn't like this – relaxed and slow and solely for relaxation. Everything they did back when Kurt was a teenager was urgent and theatrical, jagged peaks and steep declines, like a rollercoaster, so extraordinarily intense he thought his heart would explode.

But this is soothing, meditative.

And again, dangerous. This Kurt could lose himself to – this boy and his mouth, his heat and his wet, his hooded dark eyes when he listens to Kurt talk, that snarky little smile when he gets what he wants.

Kurt had that once, fell in love with it once, and losing it just about broke him.

Kurt knows that if he takes what Sebastian is offering, he's going to lose it again. It's inevitable, a fact. If he jumped online and looked at the Dalton school calendar, he could even put a date to it, an exact time of departure.

Does he really need to put himself through that again?

Like in the shower at Kurt's house, Kurt doesn't make a show of orgasming. Control seems important to him - control over himself and over others, and Sebastian is beginning to understand better. The theme of Kurt's life seems to have been people trying to assert control over him – bullies, boyfriends, and just plain life, with Kurt fighting at each juncture to take it back.

Now, to Sebastian, Kurt's lifestyle makes sense.

Sebastian barely knows that Kurt is about to cum other than Kurt's fingers curling in his hair and his actual statement, "I'm cumming, preppy," followed by the hot spurt of cum that floods Sebastian's mouth. It's not as monumental as it had been when Sebastian blew Kurt under his kitchen table, but it's still enough for Sebastian to struggle with. Sebastian tries to swallow, but he hiccups in the middle and ends up gagging with a grotesque rough horking noise that makes Kurt crack up.

"Okay, preppy. That's enough," he says, clapping Sebastian hard on the back. "I don't need you suffocating. Don't want to have to tell the school nurse why we're waking her up at this hour."

"Good…call…Master…" Sebastian chokes around a laugh, hacking up thick strings of white-tinged saliva through the bleacher slats to the wet grass below. "Would you…" Sebastian's throat tightens. He breathes in through his nose, and coughs out through his mouth one last time, almost upending his stomach. "Would you…like me to take you back home now, Master?"

Kurt thinks it over as Sebastian finishes clearing his lungs. He crushes out his cigarette on the metal bench, leaving a satisfying burn. "You know, you don't have to come back with me if you don't want to. I mean, we're not that far from Columbus. You're the one who drove up. You can stay here. I'll call a cab…" Kurt stands. Sebastian takes Kurt's hand. He kneels on the metal bench at Kurt's feet. He doesn't look up, but rests Kurt's hand on his head. He doesn't know where this is coming from. He doesn't know whether he saw it at the club or not. He doesn't know what he's doing, or if this gesture is acceptable. All he knows is that it feels right in this moment, and he hopes that, for whatever it's worth, Kurt will accept it.

"Can I drive you home now, Master?" Sebastian repeats, gazing down at Kurt's feet. "Because, if I get to make this decision, I would really rather return with you, if you don't mind."

Kurt deliberates. He's beginning to feel that the best thing for both of them would be to stop this now before it gets out of hand. Contrary to what Elliott believes, Kurt has been listening to him, has read every one of his lengthy text messages, taken every word he's said in opposition to this relationship to heart.

Elliott is Kurt's best friend. It's hard not to listen when the man speaks, not that Elliott would ever let himself be ignored.

And Blaine's an asshole, but some of what he said made sense enough to stick. Sebastian is an intelligent, handsome, young man with his entire life ahead of him. Getting attached to him, especially during his senior year of high school, is just an express elevator to hurt feelings. Even if Sebastian gets attached just as much, which it seems obvious he's well on his way to doing, it'll be on Kurt to force him away. Kurt can already tell from the reeling of his heart as he watches this boy kneel that that's not going to be an easy feat. If Kurt was half as smart as he thinks he is, he would turn Sebastian down, cut ties here, send him to his dorm room and tell him that this is over, to never show up at his club or his house again.

But Kurt never was good at listening to the parts of his brain that made any sense.

"Sure, preppy." Kurt grabs a handful of Sebastian's hair and tugs him to his feet, rolling his eyes at the smirk on Sebastian's face – the one that couldn't look humble if his life were at stake. Well, maybe now his ass will be. "Take me home."