The Smirky Meerkat, The Closeted Warthog, and the Brave Little Lion Part 4
Title: The Smirky Meerkat, The Closeted Warthog and the Brave Little Lion
Author: ducttapeofdoom
Pairing,Character(s): Kurtofsky, Seblaine, Niff, Warblers
Rating: M
Word Count: 33,389
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: After unexpectedly returning from France, Sebastian Smythe views his cousin Kurt Hummel's life and decides to fix what he sees has gone wrong: Kurt's childhood friendship with Dave Karofsky.
A/N: I've included links to Youtube for the songs within the story. For a couple of them, it would be recommended for you to listen to them either before or as you're reading the performances.
Part Four
Sebastian was amusing himself with browsing the New Direction’s YouTube channel, playing Kurt’s performance of “Le Jazz Hot” over and over again. He couldn’t believe that the countertenor hadn’t sent this to him. Sebastian planned on eventually getting the original of this video from Lauren and sending it to all of the top performance college programs, including Julliard, Tisch, and NYADA. He thought about UCLA as well, but considering the douche Jesse St. James had gotten into that school, he figured that Kurt didn’t deserve to put up with the former Vocal Adrenaline member.
“That’s so hot,” breathed a male voice from next to Sebastian, causing the brunet to jump in his seat, looking over at David Karofsky with wide eyes.
“Jesus Dave! Make some noise when you walk, will you?” He scowled at the belly laugh that was erupting from his friend. “I thought you were going to text me when you were done at practice.”
Dave shrugged and leaned back in the seat, putting his feet up on the back of the chair before him. “Didn’t feel like it. I forgot how jumpy you get when you’re focusing on something. Where’s Kurt?” he asked, looking around the empty auditorium as if the guy would just pop out of the woodwork.
Sebastian saved the video to his favorites before exiting the site and putting the phone away. “Dunno. I think he was going out with Artie after Glee was over. You have to drive me, Kurt and I took his car here.”
Dave nodded and stood. “I need some coffee,” he said. “Coach Beiste had us here at the asscrack of dawn for practice. I swear that woman is a mutant or something; I can’t see how she coaches three sports, two of them running at the same time. I just don’t see why the hockey team gets the morning and basketball gets the afternoon,” he grumbled as they passed the gym, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor echoing through the space.
Sebastian just smirked as he listened to his friend’s comments. He’d never admit it, but he had really missed his childhood friend over the last few years. Being a pawn in his parent’s constant struggle to one-up each other meant that he barely had time to visit Kurt over the last two summers, much less actually find out before yesterday that Kurt and Dave weren’t friends any longer. Once they got in Dave’s car, he managed to talk Dave out of going to the nearest Starbucks and instead got him to drive to the Lima Bean. Sebastian would never admit it, but he was kind of hoping to see Blaine there again and actually get to talk to him this time.
As they were ordering their coffee, Sebastian’s phone buzzed and he looked down to see a new entry that he had no memory of entering pop up. Jeff. His eyebrow rose and he decided to answer it. “Hey man, not to be rude, but how the hell did your number get in my phone?” he asked, waving away Dave’s curious gaze and plopping down a twenty to pay for the coffee while he took the call.
He could hear laughter echoing on the other side from Nick and he figured that the phone must be on speaker. “Nick swiped it during your song with Kurt and put both our numbers in it. You may get a couple harassing calls from Wes as well, just to warn you. He saw it and demanded your number from us after the meeting was over. But that’s not why we decided to call. Nick and I were wondering if you might like…a visit to my house this weekend,” he offered with a suggestive tone. “My parents will be away and Nicky has decided to come over to keep me company. We’d like to extend an invitation to you.”
Sebastian could remember what Kurt had told him the day before: Oh, the adorable blond and the guy that’s attached to him by the lips are my closest friends other than Blaine and if they proposition you and you break either of their hearts, I will remove your testicles myself. He had thought Kurt was being funny, but it seemed like his cousin had been telling the truth. He realized that he hadn’t answered when he heard Nick call his name. “What kind of guy, and gay, would I be to say no to such an intriguing offer? Text me the address and I will be there with bells on.”
“Kinky,” snickered Jeff before saying good-bye and hanging up.
Dave noticed the grin on Sebastian’s face and he turned to his friend after he got off the phone. “Who was that?”
Sebastian smirked. “My date for the weekend: two absolutely delicious twinks from Dalton.”
Dave’s eyebrow rose. “So you’re going to Dalton then?”
They received their drinks from the barista before moving over to the table that Sebastian had joined Kurt at the other day. “You know Dad won’t send me to public school. And since Kurt’s there, it’s not like I want to go anywhere else.” He shrugged. He was going to say something more when, lo and behold, his wish was answered when Blaine Anderson stepped through the door.
Dave could immediately tell that Sebastian’s attention was caught by something pretty by the look in his eyes. Dave looked over his shoulder to see who it was and he immediately scowled. “Seriously, what is it with your family? He’s not that good looking,” Dave grumbled.
Sebastian’s eyebrow raised and he reluctantly turned from watching Blaine’s ass back to Dave. “So you finally admit what I always knew and others only guessed?”
Dave blushed as he realized that he had practically admitted what he had tried so hard to keep a secret. Though he suspected that Sebastian had caught his slip in the auditorium and just hadn’t said anything. “Maybe,” he mumbled.
“Does Kurt know? I assume he does because you’ve met Blaine.”
Dave stared at the cup in his hand. “I kissed him,” he whispered.
“Who, Blaine?” Sebastian asked, curious about this new development.
Dave looked at Sebastian like he was crazy. “No! Why the fuck would you ask that? No, I kissed Kurt,” he reluctantly admitted. Obviously Kurt hadn’t told Sebastian about this because Sebastian wasn’t that good of an actor to be able to fake the shock on his face. “I was pushing him around back in November and he followed me into the boy’s locker room. We argued. He always knew how to push my buttons,” he mused. “He told me to hit him and something about me being ‘extraordinarily ordinary’. I just snapped and kissed him.”
“Not the first kiss I would have expected between the two of you,” Sebastian admitted. “I always imagined it to be under a full moon or some romantic thing like that which would drive Kurt crazy.”
Dave stared at Sebastian. “You spend way too much time imagining the love life of your cousin.”
Suddenly the high, clear laugh of one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel rang throughout the coffee shop, drawing the attention of three teenage boys, who all immediately looked towards the boy. Dave scowled when he noticed the way Blaine’s face seemed to light up at the sight of Kurt. Sebastian sighed loudly when Blaine didn’t join Kurt at his table and instead hid himself in a corner.
“What’s up Seb?” Dave asked, sipping his coffee. “You’re not looking too happy with hairgel there.”
Sebastian snorted at Dave’s nickname for Blaine before just barely managing to tear his eyes from Blaine. “Don’t get me wrong, I would love to walk over there and bend him over the table and fuck his brains out right now. But he’s being a childish, babyish jerk to Kurt right now.” He looked over at Dave and debated for half a second on whether he should tell Dave about the party or not. “He got drunk at Rachel Berry’s party over the weekend and made out with the hostess. He then, made a date with her. And when Kurt got upset about what was essentially Blaine shoving himself back into the closet, Blaine got pissed and is ignoring Kurt right now.” As it so happened, Blaine managed to feel the lack of Sebastian’s gaze on him and his eyes found Sebastian and Dave sitting there. He glared at Sebastian and Dave in turn before pointedly turning away, even if that meant facing the wall.
“The fuck was that about?” Dave asked confused. “I thought he was dating Kurt? Why the hell would he kiss Rachel Berry? And what was with the glare? I know I’m probably not his favorite person right now, but why the glare at you?”
Sebastian snorted at Blaine’s antics before answering. “According to Kurt, he’s just going through a ‘phase’ and will eventually realize he is as gay as the Fourth of July. And no, they’re not dating. Not for lack of wanting on Kurt’s part, apparently. But Blaine just sees him as a friend. As for the glare of Mr. Diva there, Kurt and I took over the Warbler meeting yesterday and Blaine ‘I-get-all-the-solos’ Anderson did not take it so well. So now he’s doubly pissed at Kurt and all huffy with me. Normally, I’d find that hot and try to get him into bed. But I’m not happy with his treatment of Kurt right now so I’ll be my usual charming self with Blaine. And I plan on amusing myself with Nick and Jeff this weekend. So, tell me how it felt to win the football championship…”
XxXxX
That following Monday, Kurt walked into Dalton while staring at his phone. His cousin was a big boy and could take care of himself, but Sebastian hadn’t left him alone for this long since returning to Ohio. It still didn’t stop him from obsessively checking his phone.
Wes walked up to join Kurt in waiting by the doors. “There’s a Warbler meeting during first period,” he told the countertenor. “It’s mostly to divide up the time we will spend practicing for Regionals and for Aida.”
Kurt smiled at Wes and rested his head on the older teen’s shoulder sleepily. “I just wish Sebastian would get here so we could grab some coffee before first period starts.”
“He didn’t come with you?”
“Nope. He said he was invited somewhere for the weekend, but declined to tell me where he was staying.”
Before Wes could say anything more, Jeff’s Jeep pulled into his parking spot right before where Kurt and Wes were standing. Both young men’s eyebrows rose when they noticed three bodies in Jeff’s car. Jeff got out of the driver’s seat, Nick out of the passenger seat and Sebastian climbed out of the back seat. All three looked slightly rumpled and extremely satisfied with themselves.
“Well that’s where he was,” Kurt said deadpan. “Jeff and Nick work fast.”
The cousins stared at each other, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Sebastian was staring at Kurt’s head on Wes’ shoulder and Kurt was studying Sebastian’s appearance. It was Sebastian’s first day at Dalton and his uniform was already sloppy. Kurt rolled his eyes and walked over to his cousin. “You’re ridiculous,” he huffed, pulling at Sebastian’s uniform and straightening it; including tucking the shirt in. “You couldn’t wait an entire week before seducing?”
Jeff snickered at the exasperated fond look on Sebastian’s face as Kurt fixed the uniform. “To be fair, it was Nick and I that extended the invitation.”
David walked up to his best friend and his eyebrow rose at the sight of Kurt fixing Sebastian’s clothes. “Is there a reason why Kurt has his hands down his cousin’s pants?” he asked in a stage whisper to Wes.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “I can hear you David,” he said flatly. “I am fixing Sebastian’s clothes because his uniform was sloppy and that wasn’t going to be accepted by the teachers on his first day.”
David could see the shit-eating grins on the faces of Sebastian, Jeff, and Nick and could guess what had happened over the weekend to cause such looks. He decided discretion was the better part of valor and just left it alone. “Warbler meeting during first period. We’ve all been signed out of our classes, including you Sebastian. Wes, Thad, and I took the song you sang with Kurt last week as your audition, because we technically couldn’t accept another member without an audition.”
Sebastian looked confused. “Who got in without an audition?” The other Warblers looked at Kurt, who blushed slightly. “Really?”
Kurt nodded. “Apparently Blaine vouched for me or something like that, because I wasn’t asked to audition. I don’t think any of them heard me sing until the try out for a solo at Sectionals.”
Wes and David exchanged glances, remembering Blaine’s excited chatter about the countertenor, and the fifty videos on the New Direction’s YouTube channel that their friend had forced them to watch. They decided to not mention that since the Kurt they knew would not be happy to know that Blaine had spent three weeks babbling about him and showing his videos, including his Cheerio ones, to nearly the entire Dalton student body.
The two council members didn’t see that Nick had caught that look and he was also remembering Blaine’s near obsession with Kurt before the junior transferred. Jeff, however, didn’t notice a thing and happily spoke up. “Blaine is really good at spotting talent, even when the person doesn’t know they have it. It’s what happened with me, Trent, and a couple other Warblers. He picked us out and made us audition.”
The bell rang before anyone else could speak. Kurt finished with his tidying up of Sebastian’s uniform and grabbed Jeff’s arm, walking into the school with the other four following them.
XxXxX
Blaine felt discombobulated as he watched the boy who was undoubtedly his best friend walk into the Warbler common room on the arm of Jeff Riker. He missed Kurt so much that it ached. However, he also knew that he had an anger problem and it would take longer than he wished for him to stop being angry at Kurt. Seeing Kurt sitting so comfortably with Artie the week before had driven home the fact that while Kurt was his best friend, he wasn’t Kurt’s. That honor belonged to Artie and Mercedes. As well as a boy from Kurt’s past that he refused to talk about but Blaine only knew existed because of the picture of three kids in Power Rangers costumes. Kurt kept a framed picture of six kids in the costumes in his locker, but the picture of the three he carried with him at all times in his wallet.
Blaine had asked once who the other two were, having recognized Kurt instantly. Kurt had only pointed out Sebastian and had avoided telling Blaine who the boy in the Green Ranger costume was. Blaine knew he had seen the boy before, he just couldn’t place him.
When Sebastian followed Kurt into the common room, Blaine couldn’t keep his eyes away from the sexy teen. Sebastian fascinated Blaine in a way that he wished Kurt did. Blaine had a feeling that Kurt would be less likely to break his heart than Sebastian, but Blaine just didn’t feel like that for Kurt. Blaine could feel his face flush brightly when Sebastian sent a sexy smirk in his direction. He could also feel his mouth drop into a frown when he saw Sebastian pinch Nick’s ass as the dark haired Warbler moved over to the love seat where Kurt and Jeff were sitting, squeezing himself onto the couch next to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around the blond comfortably.
“Hey sexy,” Sebastian’s voice came from next to Blaine, startling the curly haired boy. Blaine’s brain stuttered as Sebastian sat next to him on the couch. “Look, I get why you’re pissed at Kurt. But this shit needs to stop. So he got pissy about you kissing a girl, so fucking what? You’re his friend. He’s already had too many friends leave him behind, he doesn’t need it from you also Anderson,” he hissed.
Blaine was about to open his mouth to protest that Kurt has plenty of friends when he suddenly realized that that must be what happened to the boy in the picture. He decided to move onto a different subject. “Why were you at the Lima Bean with Karofsky?”
Sebastian’s gaze sharpened. “Though it’s none of your business, he’s an old friend that I haven’t seen in years. We were catching up.”
Suddenly the boy in the picture’s identity formed in Blaine’s mind. He added ten years and about a hundred pounds to the kid and Blaine finally figured out why he looked familiar. The Green Ranger was Dave Karofsky. He blinked rapidly before turning to Sebastian. “Karofsky was friends with Kurt?” he demanded. “Why was he pushing him around then?”
Sebastian blinked in shock at the anger and rapidly fired questions from Blaine. “That’s between Dave and Kurt,” he said simply and hypocritically since he had planned to get those exact answers from his friend the week before. In fact, he still needed those answers since the interruption of Kurt’s laugh that day meant that Dave had kept one eye on the teen the rest of the time they were at the Lima Bean.
The banging of a gavel brought everyone’s attention to the council table, where Wes, Thad, and David sat. “Good morning Warblers,” Wes greeted from his spot in the middle of the table. “Before we join with the Drama club to discuss the scheduling of practices for the spring musical, we have Warbler business to take care of. We would like to take this moment to welcome a new Warbler. Warbler Sebastian,” he said, indicating that Sebastian should stand, who did so. “Per Warbler tradition, Warbler Sebastian will be presented with a Warbler of his own.” Flint walked into the side room to retrieve a chirping canary in a cage. “Sebastian, meet Domingo, named after the famous tenor Plácido Domingo.”
Kurt giggled. “Do you guys have a thing for The Three Tenors or something?” Seeing Sebastian’s confused look, he elaborated. “My canary is named Pavarotti.”
Wes waited for Sebastian’s chuckles to die down before turning back to the Warblers. “Are there any Warbler matters that must be taken care of before the meeting this afternoon? No? Alright then, let’s adjourn to the theatre to meet with the Drama club.”
The club got up and made their way down the halls towards the theatre. Nick and Jeff were clinging to Kurt like limpets as they walked, Jeff talking about how fun it will be to be the assistant director, with the Drama club agreeing to give a Warbler that role to increase cooperation between the clubs. It helped, though, that Jeff was in the Drama club and thus would be trusted to do the job well.
Sebastian, as a new student as well as a new Warbler, was given a simple job as stage crew because he just couldn’t be expected to catch up on schoolwork, Warbler routines, and learn lines and songs for a character at the same time.
After Wes and the president of the Drama club compared dates for competition for the Warblers and when the performances of Aida would be. Thankfully, there was enough give between Nationals, should the Warblers make it, and the performances of Aida that they weren’t required to keep understudies of the roles that Warblers held. From there, rehearsal schedules for each club was figured out and emailed to the cast and crew. “If there are any changes, we will email you the updates. Please check your email regularly.” After he finished speaking, Wes nodded to the Warblers so they could return to the Warbler common room to retrieve their bags.
XxXxX
At the afternoon Warbler meeting, Sebastian was surrounded by three Warblers who apparently heard about his prowess from Nick and Jeff during classes and they were eager to try out the new Warbler.
Kurt was rolling his eyes at the sight as he filed his nails while talking with Trent, who was eying Sebastian curiously. “If you want him, just ask him out. He’d appreciate that. See how he’s reacting to them? He likes being chased.”
Trent nodded as he absorbed the information that Kurt was telling him. After a moment, he seemed to steel himself before standing and moving over to Sebastian, pushing past the three Warblers. “Sebastian, would you go out with me tonight? If you’re not up for a relationship, that’s cool. I’m up for whatever.”
Sebastian eyed the slightly chubby Warbler with interest. He normally wasn’t one for heavy-ish guys, but he did like the fact that the guy was willing to just come out and ask instead of beating around the bush like the others were. “Sure, but you’re paying,” he said with a smirk.
Kurt rolled his eyes. Sebastian could afford to fly him and his date out to Paris for a romantic dinner, but he always made the guy pay for dinner. Kurt was convinced that he just wanted to see what places someone would take him in order to try and impress him.
Blaine watched the interaction with barely concealed jealousy. He had watched as Kurt gave Trent advice that led to Trent asking Sebastian out. He thought back to what Sebastian had said about Kurt having been abandoned by friends before and he definitely did not want to be associated with the likes of Dave Karofsky. So he got up and walked over to the couch Kurt was sitting on and sat next to his best friend. “Can I talk to you?”
Kurt stiffened, glancing sideways at Blaine. “So talk,” he said quietly.
Blaine sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said bluntly. “I’m sorry I compared you to Karofsky and got so angry at you. But you have to know you were in the wrong too. You’re just lucky Jeff wasn’t there to hear what you said.”
Kurt studiously looked at his nails. “I know. I know I overreacted. It wasn’t you, per say. It was who you chose to make out with.”
Blaine winced. “Yeah, Rachel wasn’t exactly the best choice. And not just because she obviously has the tendency to get obsessed, but because you told me about your rivalry with her. In my defense, I was drunk.”
Kurt sighed. “I know you were drunk. That doesn’t excuse your actions, but it does explain them. What do you say about getting coffee after the meeting?” He knew the two of them would have to get back into familiar routines if they had any chance of repairing their friendship.
XxXxX
One impromptu meeting with Sue Sylvester later, Kurt and Blaine were sitting in the Lima Bean, contemplating what she had revealed. Kurt sipped the coffee before speaking up. “Any other day, I’d be suspicious of Sue coming here to ‘team’ up with the Warblers; she has a history of trying to destroy New Directions.”
Blaine looked at Kurt. “So why aren’t you suspicious today?”
“Oh I’m still suspicious; I just get the feeling that Aunt Sue travelled all the way here to see me.”
“Aunt Sue?” Blaine asked, looking vaguely terrified at the prospect.
Kurt looked at Blaine in amusement. He wasn’t unaware of how Sue’s presence made others feel. He decided to not explain just why Kurt called her Aunt and head home instead. “You’ve survived your first encounter with the Dragon Lady. Rejoice, Blaine,” he said, leaning over to kiss his friend on the cheek before leaving the coffee shop.
On the way home, he noticed a familiar truck sitting in the parking lot of the Westerville mall and he pulled into the parking lot and parked next to the truck. He locked his Navigator and made his way towards the Macy’s. Once he was inside, he immediately wandered over to the men’s section, looking for the familiar head of gray hair. He smiled when he spotted the man he was looking for and walked over to where the man was sorting through Polo shirts. “Please tell me you’re weaning him off of those Uncle Paul.”
Paul Karofsky looked up at the sound of Kurt’s voice and smiled widely. “Kurt!” Paul said happily, walking over to the teen and hugging him. “Please help me pick something out for Dave. He needs some more shirts as well as some dress shirts for church.”
Kurt nodded and immediately moved away from the polo shirts. “You do not need to feed his reliance on those awful shirts, Uncle Paul. Though I know he would never wear some of the more fashionable choices I would like to see on him, there is no reason to resort to those!”
The two looked through racks of shirts for a few minutes before Kurt spoke up. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that Dave was pushing me around,” he said quietly. He knew that part of the reason that his father had been so upset was that he felt that Paul wasn’t keeping a proper eye on Dave. “I’m sorry Dad blamed you too. I know you two were close when Dave and I were younger.”
Paul waved that away. “Burt called me after the meeting and apologized. I knew he was just upset to hear that Dave was bullying you. He always hoped that Dave would protect you if needed, not be the one you needed protection from.”
The two worked in near silence for over an hour, picking out a half a dozen dress shirts, some properly fitted dress slacks to go with the shirts, as well as a dozen fun t-shirts for the other teen. After they picked out the last of the dress clothes at the Macy’s, Kurt talked Paul into trying on some new suits that Kurt insisted would look great on the man. Paul, knowing better than to argue with Kurt on the subject of fashion, just agreed and eventually bought one of the five suits that Kurt made him try on.
As they were passing the Hot Topic on the way to the food court, Kurt spotted a shirt that made him stop in his tracks. Displayed in the window was a shirt with a mathematical irrational number on it. Kurt knew that Dave was excellent at math, so the shirt just jumped out at him.
“You do know that Dave is going to know you picked this one out don’t you,” Paul said, walking up to where Kurt was stopped, studying one of the dress shirts with a paisley pattern on it. He then pulled a bow tie out of the bag. “I still don’t know how you talked me into getting this. He’s definitely going to know you picked it out.”
Kurt smirked. “That was kind of the point Uncle Paul. It’s in retaliation for my Christmas present.” He couldn’t help the shudder that came over him as he remembered the used, signed Cleveland Browns jersey that Dave had given him. In fact, his father and Finn had gotten more enjoyment from it than Kurt had. They framed the jersey and it currently hung in the family room. Kurt eyed the garish St. Patrick’s Day themed bowtie. It was probably the most obnoxiously patterned bowtie that he had ever seen, with fat little leprechauns riding rainbows with pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. He smirked, knowing he was probably going to get something even worse than the bowtie in May for his birthday. He looked back at the shirt and made a decision. He walked confidently into the store and pulled a one of the math shirts off the shelf in Dave’s size before buying it. “Include this with the others please Uncle Paul.”
Paul smiled and clapped Kurt on the shoulder before walking towards the food court again. Not that he ever thought that Kurt would actually eat at one of the restaurants within the food court, but they were headed for the Red Robin that sat just outside the food court.
Later that night, Kurt received a text message from Dave that read You’re a bastard. You know that, right?
Kurt just smirked and replied That’s for the jersey David.
XxXxX
The following afternoon found the Warblers at an abandoned warehouse that Wes, David, and a couple other guys had rigged up for the performance planned by Blaine. As a gesture of good faith, he offered to share the solo parts with Kurt.
Kurt watched as a majority of the Warblers tried to smolder at the Crawford girls, including Nick and Jeff who Kurt suspected were just doing it for the ‘lulz’. Kurt noticed that several of the girls were sneaking appreciative looks at Blaine and Sebastian. He, however, missed the looks that were aimed at Kurt himself.
After they finished the performance of “Animal”, Kurt watched with amusement as the Crawford girls swarmed the Warblers while Kurt cleaned bubbles out of his hair. Sebastian moved over to where his cousin sat on the structure as he combed the bubbles out of his hair.
They could hear two girls talking to Blaine a little way away. “Call us.”
“Sweet, but not your team.”
Sebastian snorted at the disappointed look on the girl’s faces, especially since they obviously turned to try other Dalton boys only to see Jeff and Nick making out not too far away.
Blaine walked over to the cousins and threw a small smile at Sebastian before turning to Kurt. “Are you okay? You kept making these weird faces the whole song.”
Sebastian snorted again; he didn’t know anyone that did that while singing.
“Those weren’t weird faces. Those were my sexy faces,” Kurt said seriously.
“It just looked like you were having gas pains or something.”
Kurt looked offended. “Great,” he said, starting to put the tiny comb back in his bag. “How are we supposed to get up on the stage at Regionals and sell sexy to the judges when I have as much sex appeal and knowledge as a baby penguin.”
Sebastian looked between the two of them like they were crazy. “Uh excuse me, I may just be the biased cousin here, but I can guarantee that several people find Kurt sexy. Like, for example, at least a third of those giggling girls over there. And,” he said, cutting off the protest he knew was coming from Kurt, “a dozen guys at school have asked me to put in a good word with you so you might consider going out with them. Not to mention this,” he said pulling up the video of Kurt he was looking at the week before, “caused a not so subtle, and I quote, ‘that’s so hot’ to be uttered by our favorite warthog last week.”
Kurt blushed brightly at both the video and the knowledge that David had called it hot.
Blaine just looked between the two, confused. Warthog? he thought. However, before he could speak, they were interrupted by Wes.
“Come on guys, we have to get back to Dalton. Aida rehearsal.”
XxXxX
Part Five
Author: ducttapeofdoom
Pairing,Character(s): Kurtofsky, Seblaine, Niff, Warblers
Rating: M
Word Count: 33,389
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: After unexpectedly returning from France, Sebastian Smythe views his cousin Kurt Hummel's life and decides to fix what he sees has gone wrong: Kurt's childhood friendship with Dave Karofsky.
A/N: I've included links to Youtube for the songs within the story. For a couple of them, it would be recommended for you to listen to them either before or as you're reading the performances.
Part Four
Sebastian was amusing himself with browsing the New Direction’s YouTube channel, playing Kurt’s performance of “Le Jazz Hot” over and over again. He couldn’t believe that the countertenor hadn’t sent this to him. Sebastian planned on eventually getting the original of this video from Lauren and sending it to all of the top performance college programs, including Julliard, Tisch, and NYADA. He thought about UCLA as well, but considering the douche Jesse St. James had gotten into that school, he figured that Kurt didn’t deserve to put up with the former Vocal Adrenaline member.
“That’s so hot,” breathed a male voice from next to Sebastian, causing the brunet to jump in his seat, looking over at David Karofsky with wide eyes.
“Jesus Dave! Make some noise when you walk, will you?” He scowled at the belly laugh that was erupting from his friend. “I thought you were going to text me when you were done at practice.”
Dave shrugged and leaned back in the seat, putting his feet up on the back of the chair before him. “Didn’t feel like it. I forgot how jumpy you get when you’re focusing on something. Where’s Kurt?” he asked, looking around the empty auditorium as if the guy would just pop out of the woodwork.
Sebastian saved the video to his favorites before exiting the site and putting the phone away. “Dunno. I think he was going out with Artie after Glee was over. You have to drive me, Kurt and I took his car here.”
Dave nodded and stood. “I need some coffee,” he said. “Coach Beiste had us here at the asscrack of dawn for practice. I swear that woman is a mutant or something; I can’t see how she coaches three sports, two of them running at the same time. I just don’t see why the hockey team gets the morning and basketball gets the afternoon,” he grumbled as they passed the gym, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor echoing through the space.
Sebastian just smirked as he listened to his friend’s comments. He’d never admit it, but he had really missed his childhood friend over the last few years. Being a pawn in his parent’s constant struggle to one-up each other meant that he barely had time to visit Kurt over the last two summers, much less actually find out before yesterday that Kurt and Dave weren’t friends any longer. Once they got in Dave’s car, he managed to talk Dave out of going to the nearest Starbucks and instead got him to drive to the Lima Bean. Sebastian would never admit it, but he was kind of hoping to see Blaine there again and actually get to talk to him this time.
As they were ordering their coffee, Sebastian’s phone buzzed and he looked down to see a new entry that he had no memory of entering pop up. Jeff. His eyebrow rose and he decided to answer it. “Hey man, not to be rude, but how the hell did your number get in my phone?” he asked, waving away Dave’s curious gaze and plopping down a twenty to pay for the coffee while he took the call.
He could hear laughter echoing on the other side from Nick and he figured that the phone must be on speaker. “Nick swiped it during your song with Kurt and put both our numbers in it. You may get a couple harassing calls from Wes as well, just to warn you. He saw it and demanded your number from us after the meeting was over. But that’s not why we decided to call. Nick and I were wondering if you might like…a visit to my house this weekend,” he offered with a suggestive tone. “My parents will be away and Nicky has decided to come over to keep me company. We’d like to extend an invitation to you.”
Sebastian could remember what Kurt had told him the day before: Oh, the adorable blond and the guy that’s attached to him by the lips are my closest friends other than Blaine and if they proposition you and you break either of their hearts, I will remove your testicles myself. He had thought Kurt was being funny, but it seemed like his cousin had been telling the truth. He realized that he hadn’t answered when he heard Nick call his name. “What kind of guy, and gay, would I be to say no to such an intriguing offer? Text me the address and I will be there with bells on.”
“Kinky,” snickered Jeff before saying good-bye and hanging up.
Dave noticed the grin on Sebastian’s face and he turned to his friend after he got off the phone. “Who was that?”
Sebastian smirked. “My date for the weekend: two absolutely delicious twinks from Dalton.”
Dave’s eyebrow rose. “So you’re going to Dalton then?”
They received their drinks from the barista before moving over to the table that Sebastian had joined Kurt at the other day. “You know Dad won’t send me to public school. And since Kurt’s there, it’s not like I want to go anywhere else.” He shrugged. He was going to say something more when, lo and behold, his wish was answered when Blaine Anderson stepped through the door.
Dave could immediately tell that Sebastian’s attention was caught by something pretty by the look in his eyes. Dave looked over his shoulder to see who it was and he immediately scowled. “Seriously, what is it with your family? He’s not that good looking,” Dave grumbled.
Sebastian’s eyebrow raised and he reluctantly turned from watching Blaine’s ass back to Dave. “So you finally admit what I always knew and others only guessed?”
Dave blushed as he realized that he had practically admitted what he had tried so hard to keep a secret. Though he suspected that Sebastian had caught his slip in the auditorium and just hadn’t said anything. “Maybe,” he mumbled.
“Does Kurt know? I assume he does because you’ve met Blaine.”
Dave stared at the cup in his hand. “I kissed him,” he whispered.
“Who, Blaine?” Sebastian asked, curious about this new development.
Dave looked at Sebastian like he was crazy. “No! Why the fuck would you ask that? No, I kissed Kurt,” he reluctantly admitted. Obviously Kurt hadn’t told Sebastian about this because Sebastian wasn’t that good of an actor to be able to fake the shock on his face. “I was pushing him around back in November and he followed me into the boy’s locker room. We argued. He always knew how to push my buttons,” he mused. “He told me to hit him and something about me being ‘extraordinarily ordinary’. I just snapped and kissed him.”
“Not the first kiss I would have expected between the two of you,” Sebastian admitted. “I always imagined it to be under a full moon or some romantic thing like that which would drive Kurt crazy.”
Dave stared at Sebastian. “You spend way too much time imagining the love life of your cousin.”
Suddenly the high, clear laugh of one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel rang throughout the coffee shop, drawing the attention of three teenage boys, who all immediately looked towards the boy. Dave scowled when he noticed the way Blaine’s face seemed to light up at the sight of Kurt. Sebastian sighed loudly when Blaine didn’t join Kurt at his table and instead hid himself in a corner.
“What’s up Seb?” Dave asked, sipping his coffee. “You’re not looking too happy with hairgel there.”
Sebastian snorted at Dave’s nickname for Blaine before just barely managing to tear his eyes from Blaine. “Don’t get me wrong, I would love to walk over there and bend him over the table and fuck his brains out right now. But he’s being a childish, babyish jerk to Kurt right now.” He looked over at Dave and debated for half a second on whether he should tell Dave about the party or not. “He got drunk at Rachel Berry’s party over the weekend and made out with the hostess. He then, made a date with her. And when Kurt got upset about what was essentially Blaine shoving himself back into the closet, Blaine got pissed and is ignoring Kurt right now.” As it so happened, Blaine managed to feel the lack of Sebastian’s gaze on him and his eyes found Sebastian and Dave sitting there. He glared at Sebastian and Dave in turn before pointedly turning away, even if that meant facing the wall.
“The fuck was that about?” Dave asked confused. “I thought he was dating Kurt? Why the hell would he kiss Rachel Berry? And what was with the glare? I know I’m probably not his favorite person right now, but why the glare at you?”
Sebastian snorted at Blaine’s antics before answering. “According to Kurt, he’s just going through a ‘phase’ and will eventually realize he is as gay as the Fourth of July. And no, they’re not dating. Not for lack of wanting on Kurt’s part, apparently. But Blaine just sees him as a friend. As for the glare of Mr. Diva there, Kurt and I took over the Warbler meeting yesterday and Blaine ‘I-get-all-the-solos’ Anderson did not take it so well. So now he’s doubly pissed at Kurt and all huffy with me. Normally, I’d find that hot and try to get him into bed. But I’m not happy with his treatment of Kurt right now so I’ll be my usual charming self with Blaine. And I plan on amusing myself with Nick and Jeff this weekend. So, tell me how it felt to win the football championship…”
XxXxX
That following Monday, Kurt walked into Dalton while staring at his phone. His cousin was a big boy and could take care of himself, but Sebastian hadn’t left him alone for this long since returning to Ohio. It still didn’t stop him from obsessively checking his phone.
Wes walked up to join Kurt in waiting by the doors. “There’s a Warbler meeting during first period,” he told the countertenor. “It’s mostly to divide up the time we will spend practicing for Regionals and for Aida.”
Kurt smiled at Wes and rested his head on the older teen’s shoulder sleepily. “I just wish Sebastian would get here so we could grab some coffee before first period starts.”
“He didn’t come with you?”
“Nope. He said he was invited somewhere for the weekend, but declined to tell me where he was staying.”
Before Wes could say anything more, Jeff’s Jeep pulled into his parking spot right before where Kurt and Wes were standing. Both young men’s eyebrows rose when they noticed three bodies in Jeff’s car. Jeff got out of the driver’s seat, Nick out of the passenger seat and Sebastian climbed out of the back seat. All three looked slightly rumpled and extremely satisfied with themselves.
“Well that’s where he was,” Kurt said deadpan. “Jeff and Nick work fast.”
The cousins stared at each other, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Sebastian was staring at Kurt’s head on Wes’ shoulder and Kurt was studying Sebastian’s appearance. It was Sebastian’s first day at Dalton and his uniform was already sloppy. Kurt rolled his eyes and walked over to his cousin. “You’re ridiculous,” he huffed, pulling at Sebastian’s uniform and straightening it; including tucking the shirt in. “You couldn’t wait an entire week before seducing?”
Jeff snickered at the exasperated fond look on Sebastian’s face as Kurt fixed the uniform. “To be fair, it was Nick and I that extended the invitation.”
David walked up to his best friend and his eyebrow rose at the sight of Kurt fixing Sebastian’s clothes. “Is there a reason why Kurt has his hands down his cousin’s pants?” he asked in a stage whisper to Wes.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “I can hear you David,” he said flatly. “I am fixing Sebastian’s clothes because his uniform was sloppy and that wasn’t going to be accepted by the teachers on his first day.”
David could see the shit-eating grins on the faces of Sebastian, Jeff, and Nick and could guess what had happened over the weekend to cause such looks. He decided discretion was the better part of valor and just left it alone. “Warbler meeting during first period. We’ve all been signed out of our classes, including you Sebastian. Wes, Thad, and I took the song you sang with Kurt last week as your audition, because we technically couldn’t accept another member without an audition.”
Sebastian looked confused. “Who got in without an audition?” The other Warblers looked at Kurt, who blushed slightly. “Really?”
Kurt nodded. “Apparently Blaine vouched for me or something like that, because I wasn’t asked to audition. I don’t think any of them heard me sing until the try out for a solo at Sectionals.”
Wes and David exchanged glances, remembering Blaine’s excited chatter about the countertenor, and the fifty videos on the New Direction’s YouTube channel that their friend had forced them to watch. They decided to not mention that since the Kurt they knew would not be happy to know that Blaine had spent three weeks babbling about him and showing his videos, including his Cheerio ones, to nearly the entire Dalton student body.
The two council members didn’t see that Nick had caught that look and he was also remembering Blaine’s near obsession with Kurt before the junior transferred. Jeff, however, didn’t notice a thing and happily spoke up. “Blaine is really good at spotting talent, even when the person doesn’t know they have it. It’s what happened with me, Trent, and a couple other Warblers. He picked us out and made us audition.”
The bell rang before anyone else could speak. Kurt finished with his tidying up of Sebastian’s uniform and grabbed Jeff’s arm, walking into the school with the other four following them.
XxXxX
Blaine felt discombobulated as he watched the boy who was undoubtedly his best friend walk into the Warbler common room on the arm of Jeff Riker. He missed Kurt so much that it ached. However, he also knew that he had an anger problem and it would take longer than he wished for him to stop being angry at Kurt. Seeing Kurt sitting so comfortably with Artie the week before had driven home the fact that while Kurt was his best friend, he wasn’t Kurt’s. That honor belonged to Artie and Mercedes. As well as a boy from Kurt’s past that he refused to talk about but Blaine only knew existed because of the picture of three kids in Power Rangers costumes. Kurt kept a framed picture of six kids in the costumes in his locker, but the picture of the three he carried with him at all times in his wallet.
Blaine had asked once who the other two were, having recognized Kurt instantly. Kurt had only pointed out Sebastian and had avoided telling Blaine who the boy in the Green Ranger costume was. Blaine knew he had seen the boy before, he just couldn’t place him.
When Sebastian followed Kurt into the common room, Blaine couldn’t keep his eyes away from the sexy teen. Sebastian fascinated Blaine in a way that he wished Kurt did. Blaine had a feeling that Kurt would be less likely to break his heart than Sebastian, but Blaine just didn’t feel like that for Kurt. Blaine could feel his face flush brightly when Sebastian sent a sexy smirk in his direction. He could also feel his mouth drop into a frown when he saw Sebastian pinch Nick’s ass as the dark haired Warbler moved over to the love seat where Kurt and Jeff were sitting, squeezing himself onto the couch next to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around the blond comfortably.
“Hey sexy,” Sebastian’s voice came from next to Blaine, startling the curly haired boy. Blaine’s brain stuttered as Sebastian sat next to him on the couch. “Look, I get why you’re pissed at Kurt. But this shit needs to stop. So he got pissy about you kissing a girl, so fucking what? You’re his friend. He’s already had too many friends leave him behind, he doesn’t need it from you also Anderson,” he hissed.
Blaine was about to open his mouth to protest that Kurt has plenty of friends when he suddenly realized that that must be what happened to the boy in the picture. He decided to move onto a different subject. “Why were you at the Lima Bean with Karofsky?”
Sebastian’s gaze sharpened. “Though it’s none of your business, he’s an old friend that I haven’t seen in years. We were catching up.”
Suddenly the boy in the picture’s identity formed in Blaine’s mind. He added ten years and about a hundred pounds to the kid and Blaine finally figured out why he looked familiar. The Green Ranger was Dave Karofsky. He blinked rapidly before turning to Sebastian. “Karofsky was friends with Kurt?” he demanded. “Why was he pushing him around then?”
Sebastian blinked in shock at the anger and rapidly fired questions from Blaine. “That’s between Dave and Kurt,” he said simply and hypocritically since he had planned to get those exact answers from his friend the week before. In fact, he still needed those answers since the interruption of Kurt’s laugh that day meant that Dave had kept one eye on the teen the rest of the time they were at the Lima Bean.
The banging of a gavel brought everyone’s attention to the council table, where Wes, Thad, and David sat. “Good morning Warblers,” Wes greeted from his spot in the middle of the table. “Before we join with the Drama club to discuss the scheduling of practices for the spring musical, we have Warbler business to take care of. We would like to take this moment to welcome a new Warbler. Warbler Sebastian,” he said, indicating that Sebastian should stand, who did so. “Per Warbler tradition, Warbler Sebastian will be presented with a Warbler of his own.” Flint walked into the side room to retrieve a chirping canary in a cage. “Sebastian, meet Domingo, named after the famous tenor Plácido Domingo.”
Kurt giggled. “Do you guys have a thing for The Three Tenors or something?” Seeing Sebastian’s confused look, he elaborated. “My canary is named Pavarotti.”
Wes waited for Sebastian’s chuckles to die down before turning back to the Warblers. “Are there any Warbler matters that must be taken care of before the meeting this afternoon? No? Alright then, let’s adjourn to the theatre to meet with the Drama club.”
The club got up and made their way down the halls towards the theatre. Nick and Jeff were clinging to Kurt like limpets as they walked, Jeff talking about how fun it will be to be the assistant director, with the Drama club agreeing to give a Warbler that role to increase cooperation between the clubs. It helped, though, that Jeff was in the Drama club and thus would be trusted to do the job well.
Sebastian, as a new student as well as a new Warbler, was given a simple job as stage crew because he just couldn’t be expected to catch up on schoolwork, Warbler routines, and learn lines and songs for a character at the same time.
After Wes and the president of the Drama club compared dates for competition for the Warblers and when the performances of Aida would be. Thankfully, there was enough give between Nationals, should the Warblers make it, and the performances of Aida that they weren’t required to keep understudies of the roles that Warblers held. From there, rehearsal schedules for each club was figured out and emailed to the cast and crew. “If there are any changes, we will email you the updates. Please check your email regularly.” After he finished speaking, Wes nodded to the Warblers so they could return to the Warbler common room to retrieve their bags.
XxXxX
At the afternoon Warbler meeting, Sebastian was surrounded by three Warblers who apparently heard about his prowess from Nick and Jeff during classes and they were eager to try out the new Warbler.
Kurt was rolling his eyes at the sight as he filed his nails while talking with Trent, who was eying Sebastian curiously. “If you want him, just ask him out. He’d appreciate that. See how he’s reacting to them? He likes being chased.”
Trent nodded as he absorbed the information that Kurt was telling him. After a moment, he seemed to steel himself before standing and moving over to Sebastian, pushing past the three Warblers. “Sebastian, would you go out with me tonight? If you’re not up for a relationship, that’s cool. I’m up for whatever.”
Sebastian eyed the slightly chubby Warbler with interest. He normally wasn’t one for heavy-ish guys, but he did like the fact that the guy was willing to just come out and ask instead of beating around the bush like the others were. “Sure, but you’re paying,” he said with a smirk.
Kurt rolled his eyes. Sebastian could afford to fly him and his date out to Paris for a romantic dinner, but he always made the guy pay for dinner. Kurt was convinced that he just wanted to see what places someone would take him in order to try and impress him.
Blaine watched the interaction with barely concealed jealousy. He had watched as Kurt gave Trent advice that led to Trent asking Sebastian out. He thought back to what Sebastian had said about Kurt having been abandoned by friends before and he definitely did not want to be associated with the likes of Dave Karofsky. So he got up and walked over to the couch Kurt was sitting on and sat next to his best friend. “Can I talk to you?”
Kurt stiffened, glancing sideways at Blaine. “So talk,” he said quietly.
Blaine sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said bluntly. “I’m sorry I compared you to Karofsky and got so angry at you. But you have to know you were in the wrong too. You’re just lucky Jeff wasn’t there to hear what you said.”
Kurt studiously looked at his nails. “I know. I know I overreacted. It wasn’t you, per say. It was who you chose to make out with.”
Blaine winced. “Yeah, Rachel wasn’t exactly the best choice. And not just because she obviously has the tendency to get obsessed, but because you told me about your rivalry with her. In my defense, I was drunk.”
Kurt sighed. “I know you were drunk. That doesn’t excuse your actions, but it does explain them. What do you say about getting coffee after the meeting?” He knew the two of them would have to get back into familiar routines if they had any chance of repairing their friendship.
XxXxX
One impromptu meeting with Sue Sylvester later, Kurt and Blaine were sitting in the Lima Bean, contemplating what she had revealed. Kurt sipped the coffee before speaking up. “Any other day, I’d be suspicious of Sue coming here to ‘team’ up with the Warblers; she has a history of trying to destroy New Directions.”
Blaine looked at Kurt. “So why aren’t you suspicious today?”
“Oh I’m still suspicious; I just get the feeling that Aunt Sue travelled all the way here to see me.”
“Aunt Sue?” Blaine asked, looking vaguely terrified at the prospect.
Kurt looked at Blaine in amusement. He wasn’t unaware of how Sue’s presence made others feel. He decided to not explain just why Kurt called her Aunt and head home instead. “You’ve survived your first encounter with the Dragon Lady. Rejoice, Blaine,” he said, leaning over to kiss his friend on the cheek before leaving the coffee shop.
On the way home, he noticed a familiar truck sitting in the parking lot of the Westerville mall and he pulled into the parking lot and parked next to the truck. He locked his Navigator and made his way towards the Macy’s. Once he was inside, he immediately wandered over to the men’s section, looking for the familiar head of gray hair. He smiled when he spotted the man he was looking for and walked over to where the man was sorting through Polo shirts. “Please tell me you’re weaning him off of those Uncle Paul.”
Paul Karofsky looked up at the sound of Kurt’s voice and smiled widely. “Kurt!” Paul said happily, walking over to the teen and hugging him. “Please help me pick something out for Dave. He needs some more shirts as well as some dress shirts for church.”
Kurt nodded and immediately moved away from the polo shirts. “You do not need to feed his reliance on those awful shirts, Uncle Paul. Though I know he would never wear some of the more fashionable choices I would like to see on him, there is no reason to resort to those!”
The two looked through racks of shirts for a few minutes before Kurt spoke up. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that Dave was pushing me around,” he said quietly. He knew that part of the reason that his father had been so upset was that he felt that Paul wasn’t keeping a proper eye on Dave. “I’m sorry Dad blamed you too. I know you two were close when Dave and I were younger.”
Paul waved that away. “Burt called me after the meeting and apologized. I knew he was just upset to hear that Dave was bullying you. He always hoped that Dave would protect you if needed, not be the one you needed protection from.”
The two worked in near silence for over an hour, picking out a half a dozen dress shirts, some properly fitted dress slacks to go with the shirts, as well as a dozen fun t-shirts for the other teen. After they picked out the last of the dress clothes at the Macy’s, Kurt talked Paul into trying on some new suits that Kurt insisted would look great on the man. Paul, knowing better than to argue with Kurt on the subject of fashion, just agreed and eventually bought one of the five suits that Kurt made him try on.
As they were passing the Hot Topic on the way to the food court, Kurt spotted a shirt that made him stop in his tracks. Displayed in the window was a shirt with a mathematical irrational number on it. Kurt knew that Dave was excellent at math, so the shirt just jumped out at him.
“You do know that Dave is going to know you picked this one out don’t you,” Paul said, walking up to where Kurt was stopped, studying one of the dress shirts with a paisley pattern on it. He then pulled a bow tie out of the bag. “I still don’t know how you talked me into getting this. He’s definitely going to know you picked it out.”
Kurt smirked. “That was kind of the point Uncle Paul. It’s in retaliation for my Christmas present.” He couldn’t help the shudder that came over him as he remembered the used, signed Cleveland Browns jersey that Dave had given him. In fact, his father and Finn had gotten more enjoyment from it than Kurt had. They framed the jersey and it currently hung in the family room. Kurt eyed the garish St. Patrick’s Day themed bowtie. It was probably the most obnoxiously patterned bowtie that he had ever seen, with fat little leprechauns riding rainbows with pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. He smirked, knowing he was probably going to get something even worse than the bowtie in May for his birthday. He looked back at the shirt and made a decision. He walked confidently into the store and pulled a one of the math shirts off the shelf in Dave’s size before buying it. “Include this with the others please Uncle Paul.”
Paul smiled and clapped Kurt on the shoulder before walking towards the food court again. Not that he ever thought that Kurt would actually eat at one of the restaurants within the food court, but they were headed for the Red Robin that sat just outside the food court.
Later that night, Kurt received a text message from Dave that read You’re a bastard. You know that, right?
Kurt just smirked and replied That’s for the jersey David.
XxXxX
The following afternoon found the Warblers at an abandoned warehouse that Wes, David, and a couple other guys had rigged up for the performance planned by Blaine. As a gesture of good faith, he offered to share the solo parts with Kurt.
Kurt watched as a majority of the Warblers tried to smolder at the Crawford girls, including Nick and Jeff who Kurt suspected were just doing it for the ‘lulz’. Kurt noticed that several of the girls were sneaking appreciative looks at Blaine and Sebastian. He, however, missed the looks that were aimed at Kurt himself.
After they finished the performance of “Animal”, Kurt watched with amusement as the Crawford girls swarmed the Warblers while Kurt cleaned bubbles out of his hair. Sebastian moved over to where his cousin sat on the structure as he combed the bubbles out of his hair.
They could hear two girls talking to Blaine a little way away. “Call us.”
“Sweet, but not your team.”
Sebastian snorted at the disappointed look on the girl’s faces, especially since they obviously turned to try other Dalton boys only to see Jeff and Nick making out not too far away.
Blaine walked over to the cousins and threw a small smile at Sebastian before turning to Kurt. “Are you okay? You kept making these weird faces the whole song.”
Sebastian snorted again; he didn’t know anyone that did that while singing.
“Those weren’t weird faces. Those were my sexy faces,” Kurt said seriously.
“It just looked like you were having gas pains or something.”
Kurt looked offended. “Great,” he said, starting to put the tiny comb back in his bag. “How are we supposed to get up on the stage at Regionals and sell sexy to the judges when I have as much sex appeal and knowledge as a baby penguin.”
Sebastian looked between the two of them like they were crazy. “Uh excuse me, I may just be the biased cousin here, but I can guarantee that several people find Kurt sexy. Like, for example, at least a third of those giggling girls over there. And,” he said, cutting off the protest he knew was coming from Kurt, “a dozen guys at school have asked me to put in a good word with you so you might consider going out with them. Not to mention this,” he said pulling up the video of Kurt he was looking at the week before, “caused a not so subtle, and I quote, ‘that’s so hot’ to be uttered by our favorite warthog last week.”
Kurt blushed brightly at both the video and the knowledge that David had called it hot.
Blaine just looked between the two, confused. Warthog? he thought. However, before he could speak, they were interrupted by Wes.
“Come on guys, we have to get back to Dalton. Aida rehearsal.”
XxXxX
Part Five