Title: Finding Love Through Coincidence 5/?
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: R
Summary: Written for
this prompt: AU season 2, where Sebastian is already at Dalton when Kurt transfers. So Blaine is chasing after other boys, but Sebastian finds it amusing how tetchy the other boy gets when he hits on the naive, oblivious Kurt. Sebastian's only doing it to get a rise out of Blaine at first (they don't like each other at all - bad history), but then one day, Sebastian's injured whilst playing some sport, and Kurt fusses over him and they get talking properly. Sebastian loves all the attention from Kurt and begins to take him seriously. Eventually, he courts Kurt for real and they finally date.
Bonus points for Sebastian calling Kurt a variety of would-be degrading names such as: Precious, Baby, Baby-Doll, Sweetcheeks, Pretty Baby and you get the picture.
Kurbastian awkwardly hanging out with Blaine with Seblaine having eye-wars between them.
A/N: Sebastian doesn’t really appear in this chapter, though he does do quite some things~ Anyway, I do hope you guys like it. Again, fic is un-betaed. =)
~STARTS~
There’s a somewhat odd atmosphere in school today, Kurt muses. Adjusting the strap of the bag to a more comfortable position on his shoulder, Kurt walks down the hallway, and notices that people have been giving him looks ever since he stepped into campus not five minutes ago. At least the looks aren’t hostile, as they are prone to be in McKinley, and are more towards glances of barely disguised amusement and curiosity.
Kurt wonders what it all means, and he quickens his pace, eager to make it to his locker.
He turns the corner, and his jaw drops.
That bastard. He thinks vehemently.
In front of his locker is a desk covered with packages of all imaginable sizes. Kurt slowly moves in, and a closer look confirms that there are at least a dozen or so presents. He turns his head, and notices that the door of his locker has been decorated with blue and black ribbons; a tasteful and no doubt expensive card is taped in the middle, with these large words written on them:
KURT
BE MINE, DARLING.
S.SMYTHE
Kurt resists the urge to slam his head onto the metal lockers-repeatedly. He can already feel a headache coming on.
Is this Sebastian’s idea of romance? Is this how Sebastian thinks that courting someone should go?
He sighs again. He should have known that Sebastian would have a completely skewed view of common logic regarding these matters. And apparently, in Sebastian’s mind, nothing says ‘I’m serious about you and wish to date you’ than showering Kurt with tons of gifts.
Kurt looks down. Again, his eyes widened.
Scratch that.
Make it-tons of expensive gifts.
Reaching out, he takes up a red box, and there is no mistaking the logo emblazoned on it. Cartier, it spells, in elegant gold letters. He opens the lid, fingers almost shaky, and has to choke back a startled and mesmerized gasp immediately.
Nestled on velvet cushion is an utterly gorgeous bracelet. Kurt recognizes it from the renowned jeweler’s Love Bracelet collection. Sebastian seems to have had it custom made though, because there are what appears to be real diamonds decorating the circles etched around the bracelet, and inside, his name is carved in gorgeous italicized letters. The words shines up to him from the pale gold material and Kurt can feel his breath stutter.
He picks up the supposed ‘key’ to lock and unlock his bracelet, scrutinizes it for a moment before placing it back down and closing the lid of the box, placing it back down on the table.
A sweeping look through all the packages shows that all of them are from branded and distinguished names. He can already see Gucci, Marc Jacobs and Prada in one glance, and Kurt fears to pay more attention to the rest.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, counting slowly from one to ten, then back to one again.
He opens them. Every student in the hallway is visibly staring at him in interest. He glares at every single one of them, the epic cold and ‘bitch, please’ face that he’s rarely worn since coming to Dalton coming out as naturally as the sun rises up from the east. The certified gentlemen of Dalton all look away in embarrassment.
Kurt puts in the combination to his locker, leaning over the table as he takes out all of the necessary items he needs in classes today. He pointedly ignores the distracting and undoubtedly ridiculously expensive pile of stuff in front of him.
Closing his locker with an almost quiet click, Kurt shakes his head, again resolutely not looking at anything, he turns and walks away. And well, if everyone dashes aside and immediately gives him a wide berth, Kurt didn’t register their odd behavior at all for even a moment.
This time, it’s him who needs to have a talk with Sebastian.
~Kurbastian~
Kurt feels almost exasperated by the time his third period rolls around. His first two had been History, and a few of his classmates have already been not-so-subtly asked him what’s the deal between him and Sebastian.
Kurt’s never known that even teenage boys could be such huge gossips, and he’s almost surprised at the interest his supposed game of cat-and-mouse with Sebastian has garnered. Kurt finds himself falling back to sarcasm and biting remarks on all the questions. Examples like:
Q: “So, what’s going on with you and Smythe?”
A: “The only thing ‘going on’ will be his screams when I see him.”
Q: “So, do you like him?”
A: “Oh yes, almost as much as I adore one Ms. Rachel Berry’s fashion sense. She dresses quite like a tragic accident between animals and bright colours.”
At least the rest of them just seems amused and leaves him alone.
He storms into his French class and drops down on his usual seat with a huff. The teacher, Madame Sauniers, just looks at him in amusement.
French is one of Kurt’s favorite classes, mostly because he’s actually pretty passionate about learning the language. And when the class starts, Kurt finds himself putting aside thoughts of Sebastian and focusing on Sauniers’ teachings instead.
He’s enjoying himself, answering questions and reciting phrases fluidly in French, when everything goes to hell again with a knock on the classroom door.
Everyone looks up, and there’s a well-dressed man in suit who’s holding a big bouquet of roses in front of him.
The man smiles, “Delivery for one Mr. Kurt Hummel.”
Madame Sauniers claps almost happily, letting out an excited squeal. Pointing at Kurt, she gushes, “He’s right here.”
Kurt curses every single romantic cell inside his teacher’s body. The man walks in, but that’s not all, because following behind him is a queue of similarly dressed men who are all holding different bouquets of flowers. The flowers are placed down, first on his desk, and then spilling down onto the desks of the classmates surrounding him, and then onto the floor around him. Each of the men gives Kurt a wink as they do so, and when the last of them (the fifteenth guy) comes in without holding anything, Kurt breathes a sigh of relief, assuming that it is finally over.
The man hands him a cream colored card similar to the one taped onto his locker in the morning.
Apprehensively, Kurt looks down, and blushes furiously.
My gorgeous Kurt:
DATE ME?
Lay the flowers all over you, because that’s what I want-
To be with you, beside you, inside you, under you, on top of you…
And though I may still be a bastard and a major jerk,
I’m not heartless after all and
What I want and need is just you
I can make you happy, Kurt
So, BE MINE?
Sebastian Smythe
There’s no mistaking the sexual-reference in Sebastian’s words. Trust the man to be so casually crude even when he’s writing down and orchestrating something so romantic. That’s definitely Sebastian: smooth talking, flirtatious, charming and attractive; even as he has such a darker and almost cruel side to him for people that he hates and irritates him.
Despite the fact that the gesture is once again, too flashy and completely over-the-top, there’s no denying that Kurt finds it almost romantic. He’s never received any flowers from a guy before, and while he knows that he won’t forgive Sebastian so easily, he finds his heart softened considerably.
He leans his head down and takes a whiff of the sweet scent of roses, and a reluctant smile tugs at the edges of his lips.
Kurt understands that Sebastian’s trying, genuinely trying his best to make Kurt fall in love with him. And though he disapproves of Sebastian’s methods, he appreciates that the man is actually working hard for once just to gain someone’s trust in return.
Feeling warm affection and amusement at Sebastian’s gesture, Kurt just picks the bouquets of flower off from his desk and piles them down on the floor, not even noticing that his actions are careful and almost gentle in handling the flowers, and that his eyes have turned tender and sparkling with fondness as he thinks about the infuriating, hopelessly idiotic and adorably clueless-about-common-sense bastard that seems to have fallen irrevocably for someone like him.
~Kurbastian~
Somehow, it seems that Sebastian has made up his mind to not appear in front of Kurt, just texting Kurt with a short: Hope that you love the gifts and flowers, baby-doll! Don’t worry, there’s more to come! See you later!
Kurt is almost afraid to think of what more Sebastian has planned out for him, but a treacherous part of his mind has to admit that he’s actually looking forward to what Sebastian’s going to do.
He makes his way to the cafeteria, typing back a quick response to Sebastian as he did so: What is it with you and your penchant for nicknames that makes absolutely no sense to me? Also, meet me and you will know how I feel about all these things that you’re doing for me.
Sebastian’s response is swift. They suit you, don’t you think, Precious?
Now I’m thinking about Gollum. Though there’s no denying the resemblance between you and that foul creature. C:
You hurt me, my darling baby! And I’ll have you know that Gollum a.k.a Smeagol is a poor, misguided creature who unfortunately wounded up on the wrong path. Even he needs some love. Also, I see that you’ve missed me, don’t worry, we’ll have our time together later.
‘Darling baby’? Really, Smythe? I agree with you, both you and Gollum will be very happy together, I wish you all the best in your bastardly evil, scheming ways. And when the hell did I say that I missed you???
Aww, shucks, my pale Sweetheart, don’t deny your burning love for me. You sent me an emoticon! I know you will warm to me eventually. And is that jealousy I sense? Don’t worry, I only have eyes and love for you.
I sent you a SMILEY face! How does smiling=missing you? Have you forgotten to take your medicine today? You know that you shouldn’t be allowed out in public and communicating with normal, sane people without them.
Your denial will get you nowhere, sweet cheeks. You’ve never sent me an emoticon before. Also, I didn’t realize that someone who spent one hour freaking out in front of a mirror just to style their hair has the right to call themselves sane and normal.
I look flawless. Don’t you dare deny that. And I’ll forever regret taking you as a friend and telling you so many things now that you’re just going to tease and emotionally blackmail me over it. At least I’m not a horrid slob who styles his hair like a pathetic attempt to imitate Elvis’ and have it turn out in a flattened and completely not flattering way.
You do look gorgeous. Like always. I love that you look flawless, just makes me want to improve it by running my hands through your hair and kissing you breathless and just ruining you and making you look completely debauched and not so put together. Also, I look drop dead gorgeous and attractive in this hair, I’ve a string of lovers that could attest to that. And you can relax, I won’t tease you….Much.
Kurt almost chokes on the water he’s drinking. He can feel the heat in his cheeks, and he knows that he’s blushing. And he can’t help but feel a tinge of irritation at the mention of Sebastian’s past conquests.
I hate you. And should you really be reminding me about the impressive string of lovers that you had?
I can’t deny what I’ve done, Kurt. My past isn’t going to just go away. I see no point in hiding it when I know that it’s true and that it is just what it is-PAST. Also, you love me, or you will love me, either is true.
Neither is true, and you’re a thick headed idiot with an over inflated ego.
Your words just bring warmth to me. So much LOVE, my pretty baby.
Burn in hell, Sebastian. I hate you.
We both know that’s not true. C;
Sighing, he makes his way into the cafeteria, and finds that everyone is staring at him again. “What?” He asks the room in general.
One of the Warblers, Trent, is walking by and pats him on the shoulder, giving him a teasing grin as he points to something before moving away.
Kurt traces his line of sight in the direction of where Trent pointed, and he blinks.
At the spot beside the windows where he and Sebastian usually take their lunch together, the table is now covered with rich burgundy cloth, and there’s a beautiful vase of lilies placed on it, along with a set of gleaming cutleries. A man in his twenties approaches him, dressed as a waiter.
“Mr. Hummel, I presume?”
Kurt nods mutedly in reply, too dazed to formulate a response.
The waiter nods, and bows, sweeping his arm towards the decorated table. “This way, Mr. Hummel.”
Kurt’s seated at the table a moment later. The waiter places a napkin on his lap, before straightening up and pulling out a phone from his pocket, pressing something on it as he did so.
Then there’s another waiter who’s seemingly popped up from nowhere, and Kurt finds an appetizer in the form of a creamy soup placed in front of him. He picks up the spoon and takes a tentative sip, and finds the flavors bursting out on the tip of his tongue even as the warm and appropriately thickened soup slides down his throat smoothly.
It’s so delicious. Kurt finishes his soup slowly, and when he’s done, the waiter swoops in and takes away the empty bowl, even as another waiter comes over and places a dish of what seems to be smoked salmon and boiled broccoli that have been covered over with melted butter and sprinkled with spices.
The meal goes on in a similar manner, and Kurt realizes that he’s being treated to an authentic full-course meal. And of course, every single dish is just absolutely delightful. He finds himself enjoying himself and not even caring of the amount of calories and carbohydrates he’s ingesting as he eats.
He’s eaten the main course-grilled honeyed lamb covered with a unique and tasty brown sauce-when Blaine appears and plops down on the empty seat in front of him. The waiter lingering nearby frowns, a look of displeasure crossing his face, and walks over, but Kurt raises a hand to stop him.
“Blaine.” He says, taking a sip of orange juice to clear his palate. The waiter comes over and clears away the dish, placing another meal in front of him. Blaine frowns as he spears a cauliflower with his fork and places it into his mouth, almost choking back a moan at how good it tasted.
“What’s going on?” Blaine asks.
Kurt chews and swallows, saying: “Well, Sebastian seems to have found it fit to treat me to a full course lunch today. Seemingly in French cuisine-style as well.”
Blaine scowls at the mention of Sebastian’s name, and Kurt suddenly feels tired at how much Blaine dislikes the man and how obvious his displeasure is.
“I’ve heard about all these things that he seems to be doing for you today. Flowers, gifts and then this meal. I popped by over your locker to see if the rumors are true, and they apparently are, because Sebastian seems to have bought the whole of Milan for you.”
“Blaine.” Kurt says, his tone warning.
But Blaine keeps on, “They say that he’s in love with you, and that he’s doing all this because he wants to woe you. You shouldn’t be fooled, Kurt. Smythe’s just a cold, heartless bastard. This doesn’t change just because he did all this.”
Kurt places his cutlery down on the table. Looking right back at his friend, he says: “He’s not cold and heartless. You don’t know him, Blaine. You shouldn’t keep thinking of him that way.”
“Kurt! Don’t you see that he’s just playing you? Don’t tell me that you like him? He’s a prick who sleeps around and flirts with anything that moves! You can do better than him, please tell me that this thing between you and Sebastian isn’t serious!”
“Blaine!” Kurt shouts, unaware that everyone’s trying to not stare at them even though it’s obvious that they are all listening in. “What is going on with me and Sebastian is none of your concern, and it’s also nothing to be concerned about! Sebastian is actually a pretty great guy, and I know that he’s got many flaws, but you shouldn’t be bad mouthing him like this. You’ve done nothing but hate on Sebastian ever since I knew him, and I don’t understand why you insist on spreading that hate around.”
Blaine looks alarmed that Kurt’s actually defending Sebastian, and an almost betrayed look crosses his face. “That’s because he’s just a worthless piece of shit! He’s got you blinded, Kurt! He can be charming when he wants, but he’s going to break your heart if you’re not careful. Keeping close to him is only going to get you hurt in the end, it’s better to break things off and draw the line now. Just ignore him. Wake up now before it’s too late.”
Kurt feels an actual urge to slap Blaine. No matter what Sebastian’s feelings towards him are, and what he feels back in return, Kurt still thinks of Sebastian as a close friend, and he just can’t listen to Blaine demean Sebastian with so much disgust and hatred in his tone as if Sebastian is something worse than garbage.
He knows that Sebastian’s human, and that he has feelings too, even though he normally ignores them or just chooses to shut them away. With Kurt, he had been more open, and Kurt had seen enough to know that Sebastian feels perfectly well. He wonders if it’s because of other people’s thoughts and views of him that’s made Sebastian the mess that he is today, shy and disconnected from normal human feelings and affections, choosing instead to act like an all time bastard most of the time. While Kurt knows that Sebastian is not a pure and innocent victim in this scenario, and that he’s done everything that deserves to be criticized about him, Blaine’s manner of bringing Sebastian down is just wrong.
If this reaction from Blaine has been the exact opinion that most people have about Sebastian all this time, then it’s no wonder that Sebastian’s the way he is. Kurt feels a pang of sorrow at that thought. To have everybody think that you’re without emotions and just a downright bastard must have been more than hard to take, no matter how much of a smug, self confident person Sebastian must have been since before.
“No.” Kurt says coldly. Blue eyes flashes like sunlight reflected from ice, sharp and without a trace of the usual warmth and friendliness in them.
“I won’t leave Sebastian, Blaine. Definitely won’t just because of what you said. Because I know that he’s not as bad as you paint him out to be. I won’t deny that he’s a bastard. But who isn’t? I’m a bitch most of the time too.”
Leaning forward, he stares right back, his features softening slightly. “I know that there’s bad history between the both of you. But I think that you should learn to forget everything that’s happen and learn to see each other in a new light. He may be bad at times, but there’s no denying that there’s also a lot of good and redeeming qualities to him. Aside from his really promiscuous ways and tendency to spout insults, Sebastian is actually a very decent guy. Just ask all his friends, his team mates and teachers. They do like him for a reason, you know.”
Blaine looks at him for a moment, and then he just shakes his head and stands up. “I can’t say that I agree with what you’re choosing here, Kurt. I don’t like Sebastian one bit, and I wouldn’t trust him with a rock, nevertheless you, my best friend. But you seem to have made up your mind, just know that if everything goes to shit, and it will, eventually, you’re going to have to admit that you’re wrong. Just know that you can still come to me to talk about everything, and that I will be there to pick up the pieces in the end.”
Kurt just smiles. “Assuming that there are pieces to pick up in the end, I’ll even let you say ‘I told you so’. I know you still can’t accept that Sebastian might be a decent human being, but I’m glad that you respect me enough to let me make my own decisions. And thanks for looking out for me, though it’s really not needed.”
Blaine just smiles, but there’s a bitter edge to it, and replies: “Well, what are friends for? And my dear Mr. Kurt Hummel, when that day comes, even I wouldn’t want to.”
“Quoting Batman now, I see?”
“You’re as much of a dork as I am for knowing that I’m quoting Batman, don’t deny it.”
Blaine moves to walk away, but before he leaves, Kurt calls out to him. “Blaine.”
Blaine turns back, a look of confusion on his face.
“Who’s to say that it’s not going to be me?” Kurt says, expression serious.
“What?”
Kurt breathes in deeply, “Who’s to say that it’s not going to be me who breaks his heart?”
Blaine just looks at him, for once, without an answer.
~ENDS~
A/N: To see how the bracelet Sebastian gives Kurt looks like:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_bracelet_(Cartier)