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Fill: Just A Game 1/?
anonymous
November 15 2011, 21:18:31 UTC
A/N, didn't quite get the calling Blaine. Sorry.
”I’ve had it! Five boarding schools in two years. I’ve tried overseas. I’ve tried everything but military school. I don’t want to stifle your creativity, Sebastian, but I’m done. I don’t know what to do with you, anymore. I’ve spoken to my brother. You’re going to live with him.”
“Really, Mother?”
“Yes, really. This is not up for discussion. I’ve had it with you. You’re moving to Westerville.”
There were worse fates. His uncle wasn’t as strict as his mother thought he would be. There was plenty of eye-candy at Dalton, even if most of the boys were straight (and straight-edged). And the Warblers weren’t a bad group if he had to choose an extra-curricular. And then there was Blaine.
He didn’t really like Blaine. He didn’t really like any of the boys he went after -- had he met Kurt first he would have gone after him. It was just that since he got to Dalton and joined the Warblers, it was, ‘Blaine could do this better!’ and ‘We need Blaine to win!’ He wasn’t actually prepared to see the boy.
He was in it for the game. It was always all about the game. And Blaine played the confused, naive, schoolboy so well. With Kurt in the picture it just added one more layer to the fun. He didn’t care if he won the game. It wasn’t necessarily about sex -- though that was always icing on the cake -- it was about the game itself. It was about playing with the other boys and watching their reactions.
Yes, Ohio wasn’t so bad after all.
***
Sebastian was a lot of things, but he wasn’t heartless. Winding two boys that were pathetically in love up? That wasn’t a problem at all. Watching from a dirty barroom window as they fight and one staggers off? Amusing. Driving past the vehicle of someone you know wrapped around a lamppost, even if you’re supposed to be enemies with that person? Even Sebastian wouldn’t do that.
“Shit.”
He pulled over and yanked the driver’s side door open. The airbag had gone off, but Kurt had hit his head on something, and a trail of blood was leaking down the side of his head. He was cradling his right arm and looked at Sebastian slowly.
“Shit,” Sebastian said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling an ambulance. Don’t move.”
“No! Don’t. They cost money... and Blaine. We’ve... Blaine. Walking home. Got to follow him.”
“Right now you’re worse off than Blaine. And you need to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Other car?”
“No other cars. You hit a light.”
“No. I... I think. ‘Nother car hit me. I spun. I was following Blaine. He’s drunk. He could get hurt!”
“Okay, the caring about your boyfriend thing is cute and all, but you need to think about yourself right now. And yourself needs to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Too spensive.”
“They aren’t that much.”
“Saw the bill last year for Dad. Too...” Kurt blinked, the word not quite forming, “too much.”
“Okay. I’m still taking you to the hospital.”
“But Blaine.”
“Blainey boy wanted to walk home. He can walk home. St. Rita’s is the closest according to my GPS.”
“D’you drug him?”
“What?”
“He said he had one beer. Did you drug him?”
“I didn’t drug his beer. I may have given him more than one bottle. That’s not important right now. Kurt, focus for a minute on something other than your boy toy. Does anything hurt other than your head and your arm?”
“My head?” He lifted his hand to his head and gasped when it came away with blood. “I don’t think that’s good.”
“No. It’s not. That’s why I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Not in an ambulance.”
“Not in an ambulance. If I can figure out how to get you out of this car. Okay, I’m going to undo the seatbelt now.” Sebastian reached across Kurt, and unbuckled him. “Let’s get you up. You think you can stand?”
“Of course I can stand.”
Kurt stood, swayed, and promptly started to fall towards the ground. Sebastian caught him before he hit.
”I’ve had it! Five boarding schools in two years. I’ve tried overseas. I’ve tried everything but military school. I don’t want to stifle your creativity, Sebastian, but I’m done. I don’t know what to do with you, anymore. I’ve spoken to my brother. You’re going to live with him.”
“Really, Mother?”
“Yes, really. This is not up for discussion. I’ve had it with you. You’re moving to Westerville.”
There were worse fates. His uncle wasn’t as strict as his mother thought he would be. There was plenty of eye-candy at Dalton, even if most of the boys were straight (and straight-edged). And the Warblers weren’t a bad group if he had to choose an extra-curricular. And then there was Blaine.
He didn’t really like Blaine. He didn’t really like any of the boys he went after -- had he met Kurt first he would have gone after him. It was just that since he got to Dalton and joined the Warblers, it was, ‘Blaine could do this better!’ and ‘We need Blaine to win!’ He wasn’t actually prepared to see the boy.
He was in it for the game. It was always all about the game. And Blaine played the confused, naive, schoolboy so well. With Kurt in the picture it just added one more layer to the fun. He didn’t care if he won the game. It wasn’t necessarily about sex -- though that was always icing on the cake -- it was about the game itself. It was about playing with the other boys and watching their reactions.
Yes, Ohio wasn’t so bad after all.
***
Sebastian was a lot of things, but he wasn’t heartless. Winding two boys that were pathetically in love up? That wasn’t a problem at all. Watching from a dirty barroom window as they fight and one staggers off? Amusing. Driving past the vehicle of someone you know wrapped around a lamppost, even if you’re supposed to be enemies with that person? Even Sebastian wouldn’t do that.
“Shit.”
He pulled over and yanked the driver’s side door open. The airbag had gone off, but Kurt had hit his head on something, and a trail of blood was leaking down the side of his head. He was cradling his right arm and looked at Sebastian slowly.
“Shit,” Sebastian said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling an ambulance. Don’t move.”
“No! Don’t. They cost money... and Blaine. We’ve... Blaine. Walking home. Got to follow him.”
“Right now you’re worse off than Blaine. And you need to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Other car?”
“No other cars. You hit a light.”
“No. I... I think. ‘Nother car hit me. I spun. I was following Blaine. He’s drunk. He could get hurt!”
“Okay, the caring about your boyfriend thing is cute and all, but you need to think about yourself right now. And yourself needs to get to a hospital.”
“No ambulance. Too spensive.”
“They aren’t that much.”
“Saw the bill last year for Dad. Too...” Kurt blinked, the word not quite forming, “too much.”
“Okay. I’m still taking you to the hospital.”
“But Blaine.”
“Blainey boy wanted to walk home. He can walk home. St. Rita’s is the closest according to my GPS.”
“D’you drug him?”
“What?”
“He said he had one beer. Did you drug him?”
“I didn’t drug his beer. I may have given him more than one bottle. That’s not important right now. Kurt, focus for a minute on something other than your boy toy. Does anything hurt other than your head and your arm?”
“My head?” He lifted his hand to his head and gasped when it came away with blood. “I don’t think that’s good.”
“No. It’s not. That’s why I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Not in an ambulance.”
“Not in an ambulance. If I can figure out how to get you out of this car. Okay, I’m going to undo the seatbelt now.” Sebastian reached across Kurt, and unbuckled him. “Let’s get you up. You think you can stand?”
“Of course I can stand.”
Kurt stood, swayed, and promptly started to fall towards the ground. Sebastian caught him before he hit.
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