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Sebastian had really underestimated Kurt Hummel. True, when Santana had told Sebastian that she had his confession on tape, he was relieved to the core when Kurt found it in himself to admit that they were not going to do anything about it - because they wanted to see him "lose at Nationals" - which was an empty threat anyway because the Warblers were going to win. There was no reason then why Sebastian had to worry now because Kurt had even given him the original copy of the audio tape. Then why oh why was Sebastian so worried? And why had he underestimated Kurt Hummel of all people?
The wheelchair nerd, who seemed to think he was black or something, had told Sebastian to clear out and he was more than happy to get out of their pathetic public school auditorium... and only just a little surprised when he was stopped in the hallway by Kurt.
"Sebastian!" he'd yelled, and now that he no longer had anything on him, Sebastian was fine to acquiesce Kurt with a few more minutes of his time.
"This better be quick Hummel. I'm starting to have an allergic reaction to your school. And to whatever chick perfume it is that you're wearing."
Kurt rolled his eyes but he didn't seem at all fazed by Sebastian's snark. "Oh this will be very quick, believe me. I just wanted to let you know that while the others may think I've let you off so easily - I really haven't."
Sebastian felt his face flush. This could only mean one thing. "The tape you gave me was a fake, I knew it! You still have the original, don't you?"
"No," Kurt answered innocently, "The tape belonged to Santana, not me. There was only ever one copy. Currently of which is in your possession right now. However..."
Kurt opened his satchel and took out a yellow A4 envelope. "There are MULTIPLE copies of this tape. I believe its contents will interest you. It's video security footage of your little performance and unlike the tape you have this is in many people's hands. If you so much try to even look at my boyfriend again I will promise that this video becomes viral. I did it once with the cheerleading coach here and I would have destroyed her completely had Olivia Newton-John not miraculously come to her rescue, so I have no qualms whatsoever to do it to you... especially when I doubt Sandy Olsen is going to come to your aide on this one. Point being: stay away from my man."
He thrust the package in Sebastian's hands, eyebrow raised, but Sebastian wasn't done yet. "I have no interest in helping the blind, Hummel. Do you honestly think I have a disabled person kink or something? I don't want anything to do with your one-eyed goods."
That was of course a lie. Sebastian still pined after Blaine. He was just so damn hot. But he wasn't going to let Kurt know that.
"Well," Kurt admitted, "I was pretty certain you'd fuck anyone or anything when given the chance so I wouldn't put it past you."
"So... this is blackmail then?"
"I believe so. Let me be perfectly honest. I don't want to share the same breathing space as you. I don't want you to ever contact Blaine, text, phone or email him, nada. I don't want to have to even hear your name ever again." He turned his heel ready to stalk off but Sebastian quickly caught up to him.
"But what about all that spiel before about wanting to see me lose at Nationals?"
"Oh I'll see you lose. I'll see you lose because I'll see the Warblers lose when we beat them. Because - we will beat them. And as long as I don't see you anywhere around when we do, I'll keep the little black tape a secret..."
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