Prompt Post #7
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A better one, this time. In hindsight, attempting to throw a spiked slushie at Kurt where his friends and Blaine could see wasn't the best, most well-thought out idea in the world.
Now, Sebastian feels really bad about hitting Blaine. He does, honestly, and he wishes that Blaine had never decided to take one for Kurt. Sebastian had made sure to send flowers and a card to Blaine's hospital room, and he plans to visit Blaine after Warbler practice. Anything to push that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach away.
"Sebastian, are you even listening?"
Sebastian looks up from his hands at Trent, who's staring him down, arms akimbo. Sebastian leans back on the couch, quietly surveying all the Warblers that were angrily glaring at him. And, well, that includes everyone else in the room.
"Of course I was," Sebastian says, smiling easily. "We're deciding on a different set list for regionals, right?"
"No," Nick says shortly, "we're talking about your stupid slushie from yesterday."
Sebastian's smile quickly disappears and morphs into a grim line. "I didn't mean to hit Blaine--"
"Yeah, but you did mean to hit Kurt!" a Warbler whose name Sebastian honestly couldn't be bothered with shouts out.
"You went along with it!" Sebastian argues, frustrated. "You went along with it and didn't stop me. I told all of you that I would slushie Kurt."
"You didn't say anything about the rock salt," Nick throws back. "We didn't think the slushie would damage anyone's cornea."
Sebastian doesn't say anything, because he knows that Nick is right. "Blaine'll be all right," he says quietly. "I'm sorry, okay?"
The Warblers exchange glances, but a majority of them don't seem very convinced.
Fuck you all, my apology was totally convincing, Sebastian decides not to voice. He stands up, pulling his messenger bag with him. "If all we're going to waste our time by condemning me for a simple mistake and not plan for regionals, I'll just be going." He stalks out of the room, and he can feel the eyes of every Warbler staring down his back as he leaves.
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Sebastian falters slightly at the door but quickly recovers. He tentatively steps into the room and sets his bag next to a chair placed near the bed. "I wanted to see how you were doing," he says as he sits down.
"I'm doing great." He moves his arm up, as if he were going to mess with the bandages over his right eye, but he seems to think better of it. Blaine instead crosses his arms and resolutely stares ahead at the wall.
Sebastian sighs and rubs his hand over his face. "I'm sorry, okay?" he says quietly. "I didn't mean for the slushie to hit you." He scoots the chair closer to the hospital bed. "Please forgive me."
Blaine doesn't answer and purposely avoids Sebastian's gaze.
Sebastian's brows furrow, and with a sigh he gives up. "I'll come back tomorrow," he says. Blaine turns his head so that he's looking in the complete opposite direction of where Sebastian is, probably out of spite.
A flash of irrational anger runs through Sebastian's mind, and with a huff he impulsively swipes Blaine's phone off the bedside table as he leaves and stuffs it in his coat pocket. He knows Blaine doesn't notice, because he leaves the room without getting called back.
When he's in his car in the hospital parking lot, Sebastian whips out Blaine's phone again and immediately starts scrolling through his contacts. A prank call here and a stray voicemail there wouldn't hurt Blaine, and yeah, maybe it's a little childish. Maybe it's a little juvenile, but Blaine is also being childish and juvenile. Sebastian had made the effort to visit Blaine in the hospital and had apologized sincerely, and Blaine had not accepted his apology.
It's also Kurt's fault, Sebastian reasons as he uses the phone to take a picture of his dick, that Blaine had not accepted Sebastian's apology. If Kurt had been hit with the slushie, if he hadn't acted like a fricken damsel in distress and needed Blaine to rescue him, Kurt would have been hit with the slushie, and Blaine would have been considerately less angry at Sebastian.
It makes perfect sense.
After he toggles with the display settings and makes the picture the wallpaper, Sebastian scrolls through the contacts again, debating on who he should send the picture. He comes across Kurt's name and is about to hit the messaging button next to the name, but stops.
Kurt deserves to get what was originally coming for him, doesn't he?
Blaine in no way deserves the eye injury, and Sebastian still has a funny feeling in his stomach about it. It isn't like butterflies at all, but it feels more… squirmish. Like worms.
But Sebastian knows that he'll feel no remorse if he were given the opportunity to slushie Kurt again. If Blaine had taken one for Kurt, then Kurt could take one for himself. He needs to make up for letting Blaine protect him and being sent to the hospital, after all.
Sebastian presses the messaging button and sends a text to Kurt.
Could you meet me at the garage where I got slushied after you get out of school tomorrow?
Sebastian only has to wait four minutes before he gets a reply.
From: Kurt <3
What for? Did you leave something there sweetie?
Sebastian rolls his eyes at the nickname. As if Kurt couldn't be any more stereotypical.
Yeah I think I dropped my - Sebastian has to think for a second - wallet. I dont want to go alone.
Sebastian smiles to himself and starts the car.
From: Kurt <3
Sure I'll be there at 4 x
He chooses a cherry slushie at the 7-11, just like the one he had inadvertently thrown at Blaine.
From: Kurt <3
Are you sure you can leave the hospital Blaine?
Yes the doctors said I could leave by tomorrow, Sebastian texts back, and he throws the phone onto the passenger seat.
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He rummages through the pantry, pushing aside a container of cinnamon and setting aside the bottle of peanut oil on the counter--
"Did you know that I'm allergic to dogs?" Blaine said through the phone.
"No, I can't say I did," Sebastian replied. He held his blazer out in front of him in success when he finally got the ketchup stain out. His phone was precariously pinned between his ear and his shoulder.
"Well, I am. They give me a rash if I hang around them for too long."
Sebastian wrinkled his nose. "How interesting."
"It's annoying sometimes, especially when I go over to Jeff's house and his retriever mauls me the instance I walk through the door. Like last time, Chester jumped right on my chest. I couldn't stop sneezing and my body broke out into a ra--"
"Again, fascinating," Sebastian interrupted forcefully, dropping his blazer onto his bed. He grabbed his phone from its placement against his cheek. "Hearing about your unfortunate rashes is the highlight of my day, Blaine, it really is."
"Oh - sorry," Blaine said quietly. "I talk a lot, don't I?"
Sebastian made a noise of agreement.
"I don't know, I just brought it up 'cause Kurt told me about his peanut allergy earlier, and I guess the topic just stuck with me."
"Does Kurt break out into rashes too?" Sebastian asked dryly.
Blaine chuckles on the other end. "Maybe, I don't know. He seemed to embarrassed to tell me what would happen."
"So if Kurt ever dies after eating a peanut butter sandwich, that'll be the reason?" Sebastian asked jokingly.
"Don't say that!" Blaine said a little indignantly.
Sebastian laughed at Blaine's apparent outrage. "What? It's not going to jinx anything."
Sebastian turns the bottle of peanut oil over and over in his hands.
It is perfect. The only thing that would make this slushie better is to personalize it just for Kurt. The peanut oil would only induce further embarrassment; not only would Kurt be sticky and cold as a result of a slushie facial, but he would also break out into a humiliating rash or something that would make him feel as equally vulnerable and exposed. Kurt deserves to have more pain and humiliation handed to him than what Blaine had previously protected him from, after all.
Sebastian is only disappointed with himself that he hadn't thought of it sooner. He untwists the cap and unceremoniously pours a quarter of the contents of the bottle into the slushie. The oil floats for a bit before it eventually submerges itself into the slushie. Sebastian takes a spoon out the of the kitchen drawer and stirs the concoction for a bit, hiding the oil as much as he can.
Sebastian smirks to himself. Tomorrow is going to be great.
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He's leaning against one of the columns in between two cars as he watches Kurt. The slushie is in a paper bag, just like last time, by his feet and hidden from view by the column.
Kurt is about thirty feet away when he notices Sebastian. "Sebastian?"
"Hey, Gay-Face," Sebastian says with a lazy grin. "How's it going?"
Kurt's confusion is quickly replaced with anger as his mouth slips into a frown. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asks. He crosses his arms into a defensive stance.
Sebastian just grins in response. "Now, now, play nice."
"Where's Blaine?" Kurt asks coldly. "He texted me to meet him here."
"God, you haven't figured it out yet?" Sebastian asks as he pulls Blaine's phone from his pocket. He waves it at Kurt. "It wasn't Blaine, dumbass."
Kurt quickly strides forward and snatches the phone from Sebastian's hand. He unlocks the phone to see if Sebastian had done any further damage and immediately averts his eyes from the background picture. There's a blush forming on his cheeks.
"Like what you see?" Sebastian asks cheekily.
"You're disgusting," Kurt spits back, but the blush hasn't faded away.
"Not disgusting, just…" Sebastian searches for the right word, "...brazen."
Kurt makes a dismissive sound as he pockets Blaine's phone. "Or disease-ridden."
"Why, Kurt, I'm sad now." Sebastian mockingly puckers out his bottom lip and traces an imaginary tear-track on his left cheek.
"What do you want?" Kurt bites out.
Kurt is standing not five feet away.
"I wanted to apologize, actually," Sebastian says, leaning against the column again. "I believe my behavior, and towards Blaine especially, was particularly rude."
Kurt scowls and narrows his eyes. "Like I'm supposed to believe anything that comes out of your mouth? Who knows what's been in there?"
Sebastian mimics Kurt's stance by crossing his own arms and smirks at Kurt's pathetic attempt at an insult. It would be adorable, if Kurt's face wasn't so annoying. "I'm being absolutely genuine," he says. "I'm sorry that the slushie hit Blaine."
Kurt laughs humorlessly. "And that's all you're sorry for?"
"A-yep." Sebastian unfolds his arms, considering. When would be a good time to throw the slushie? Should he do it now?
"You're not going to apologize for aiming at me in the first place, or for trying to steal my boyfriend?" Kurt asks, but he doesn't seem that surprised.
"No, because I don't like you."
"What's the real reason you've got me here, Sebastian?" Kurt asks, a little exasperated.
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"Nothing you could do could stop me from cringing at you," Kurt says, "and you're finally out of your Dalton uniform. Good job. It's nice to know you have other clothes."
Sebastian shrugs and slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Is that really the best you can do, Kurt? You must be having an off-day. Or did Blaine finally break up with you?"
Kurt seems incensed by this remark. Sebastian smirks. If all else fails, bringing up Blaine in the conversation is sure to make Kurt angry.
"Leave Blaine out of this," Kurt says quietly. "Just tell me why you've brought me here. None of that bullshit about apologizing, either."
"Gasp! He curses!" Both of Sebastian's hands fly up to cover his mouth, and Kurt rolls his eyes. "But honestly…" Sebastian trails off, an evil smile contorting his face, "...I think you need to make it up to Blaine."
Kurt seems confused. "What?"
"Stupid," Sebastian mutters under his breath. "Blaine took a slushie for you. Don't you feel guilty?"
Kurt opens his mouth, but it takes him a few seconds for words to come out. "Of course I do, but I wouldn't if you hadn't thrown the stupid thing in the first place."
"Yeah, but I'm an asshole," Sebastian says, as if that were fact. "The sky's blue, the grass is green, you wear nauseating outfits, I'm a jerk. You guys should've been expecting something."
"So that makes it all my fault now?" Kurt asks incredulously. "Are you really that self-unaware?"
"If Blaine can take a slushie for you, you can take some pain for yourself." And humiliation, but that's a different kind of pain.
For the first time in this whole exchange, Kurt actually looks nervous. "What do you mean by that?" he asks, taking half a step backwards.
Sebastian loves them scared.
"Allergies can be unfortunate," Sebastian says.
Before Kurt recognizes what he means, Sebastian crouches down and grabs the slushie from its hiding place. And just as Kurt understands what Sebastian is referring to and opens his mouth to say something, Sebastian, with some dexterity and skill on his part, pulls the slushie out of the paper bag while simultaneously throwing it right at Kurt's face.
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*bites nails*
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omg, this so scary. D:
AAAAHHHHHHHH
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Sebastian is a little disappointed. He had hoped for an immediate outbreak of hives or some sort of rash, but no such luck. Kurt's red in the face, but that is probably from coughing so much (or maybe the red slushie that now stains his clothes).
"Yeah, okay," Sebastian says as Kurt's fit of coughing continues. "You aren't drown from a slushie to the face, Hummel. Calm down."
Kurt breathes in a shuddering gasp, but he's still red in the face and doesn't make any move to get up. He starts wheezing then, and Sebastian realizes that maybe there's something really wrong.
"Kurt?" Sebastian cautiously steps forward, as if his very presence would make Kurt worse off than he already is. His hand instinctively tightens around the empty slushie cup that he's holding as he takes another careful step forward.
Kurt's eyes are wide and bugging out as his looks up at Sebastian. Sebastian's startled, because he doesn't think he's ever seen Kurt quite so vulnerable. Kurt mouths something, but his wheezing is becoming more and more desperate and prevents him from saying anything. He rolls back onto his back and starts clawing at his throat.
"Seb - Seba--" is all that Kurt manages, but it's all the incentive Sebastian needs before he drops the cup he is holding and gets down to his knees next to Kurt's twitching body.
"Kurt?!" Sebastian says frantically. His hands are hovering over Kurt's neck and face, which was steadily turning bluer by the minute, but he isn't sure what to do with them. "Wha - what's happening?"
"I don't--" Kurt gets out. "My--" Kurt hacks out a violent cough. "I can't breathe," he says hoarsely.
Tears build up in Kurt's eyes and spill over, and Sebastian realizes that Kurt just might die.
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"Where's your epipen?" Sebastian asks as he searches the pockets of Kurt's jeans and vest. The 911 operator had mentioned something like that.
"Home," Kurt means to say, but it comes out as a breathy "hoh" sound.
Sebastian feels defeated. And sad. And desperate. But mostly scared.
"I'm sorry," he says frantically. He grabs each side of Kurt's head and makes sure that their eyes meet. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean - No, Kurt look at me." Kurt's eyes had started to gaze at something behind Sebastian's head. His eyes flicker back to Sebastian's. He looks just as hopeless as Sebastian feels. "The ambulance'll be here," Sebastian says. "You'll be okay."
Kurt chokes out something, but at this point his breathing has gotten too reedy and thin.
Sebastian could have cried from relief when he finally hears ambulance sirens. "See?" he says, looking back down at Kurt. "You'll be okay."
But Kurt's eyes are closing, and he isn't breathing anymore.
"Kurt? Kurt!" Sebastian cries out, shaking Kurt's limp shoulders. He looks up when he sees the red lights bouncing off the walls of the garage.
And Sebastian panics.
Looking back down at Kurt, it really hits him that he had probably just killed someone. He runs his hands through Kurt's hair a couple of times, maybe to somehow get some sort of reaction out of Kurt (maybe a "How dare run your greasy hands through my hair, Smythe?!"), but Kurt just lies there, face purple and clothes stained red.
When the ambulance is there, Sebastian runs.
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He RUNS?!?!?!?!!
That little cowardly bastard.
I hope Kurt survives. He will, right? This isn't a death fic, right?
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RUN YOU LITTLE BASTARD BEFORE BURT FINDS YOU!!!!
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