Fic: Finding Love Through Coincidence 2/?
Title: Finding Love Through Coincidence 2/?
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: An update! Anyway, thanks for all the lovely reviews/comments on the first chapter, and I hope you guys will like this one as well~
P.S: My fics are unbeta-ed. I apologize for any mistakes in advance. =)
~STARTS~
Sebastian continues hitting on Kurt, and all the while, Blaine keeps getting irritated and grouchy. It’s funny to see how hard Blaine tries to remain like a sweet gentleman even when it’s perfectly obvious that he’s completely annoyed at Sebastian’s presence.
Sebastian once thinks that maybe with him as a valid competitor, Blaine will actually wake up and realize he wants Kurt, but it’s obvious after nearly a month that this doesn’t happen. Blaine, although extremely displeased with Sebastian’s flirtations, is actually still chasing and flirting after other boys, even as he tries valiantly to keep Kurt by his side and chase away any potential admirers.
The good thing though, is that Kurt seems to have come to his senses. Blaine doesn’t seem to have realized it yet, but Kurt is now treating him more like an annoying best friend and less like an idol or love interest.
Another thing about Kurt is that he’s completely oblivious to Sebastian’s flirting, treating it as friendly teasing and a joke instead. This works out for Sebastian, because he’s in this from the beginning not to get Kurt because he’s interested, but to flirt with Kurt and annoy Blaine.
Sebastian realizes that he’s been reminding himself of this fact more often as of late, as though he has to tell himself that he’s only flirting with Kurt for fun.
He doesn’t understand why his mind works this way, and just dismisses the niggling thought in his head.
~*~
It’s a warm and breezy Wednesday evening, and Sebastian’s preparing for imminent war.
Not an actual war, per se, but the finals of the regional soccer competition. It’s down to the Dalton team against some obscure school and Sebastian has full confidence that they’re going to win the competition and represent the state of Ohio on the national level.
He may not be as artistically talented as Blaine, but Sebastian is one of the top sportsmen in Dalton. This is what makes him so appealing to the other guys at school. And this is also the reason why he has the nickname ‘Sebastian Smythe, Sex on a Stick’ by many other guys and girls who are interested in him. If Blaine is the equivalent of the perfect image of a suave, gentlemanly and charming prince that rides on a white horse, then Sebastian’s his exact opposite.
He’s the Dark Prince-cool, seductive, mysterious and dangerous. He will be the prince who rides on a black horse instead, wild and untamable, doing whatever he wants and whenever he wants it, with a complete disregard for rules. His sweet words are usually like poison, and all the guys he’s date before knows him for his reputation, knows that he’s not one for responsibility or devotion, and that the only thing that he really expects is sex, so they should learn not to expect much. He mostly does one night stands, but despite this, there are still boys who think that they could change him, like they can somehow reform him using cloy but clingy attitudes and blatantly slutty seductions.
Sebastian Smythe doesn’t do relationships, and he makes sure that the world knows it. So he definitely does not feel any remorse whenever he breaks a person’s heart, because they should have known what they are signing on for at the very beginning.
This is also why most people love and hate him at the same time.
Aside from his playboy personality, he remains one of the most popular guys in Dalton. The other is of course, Blaine. He rivals Blaine in every single aspect, from excellent grades to good looks, having filthily rich and prominent family roots along with distinguished connections, and like Blaine, he’s also very, very talented.
Sebastian isn’t only the captain of the soccer team, he’s also one of their school’s top fencers, the MVP for the basketball team, and has been the champion of freestyle swimming in the state for nearly five years now. What people don’t know is that he’s well trained in different martial arts too. His family deems that it’s important that he knows how to defend himself if the situation calls for it.
He knows that he’s a hot item, just like he knows that he’s going to crush the competition.
Sebastian smirks, taking a gulp of water as he looks round the stands, surveying the crowd. He spots Kurt waving at him at the side, and makes his way over. Blaine is sitting by Kurt’s side, looking extremely put out that he’s there at the moment.
“Well, hello sweetheart! I didn’t know that you were coming?” Sebastian asks brazenly, winking at Kurt as he did so. Blaine’s face takes on his usual constipated look of annoyance.
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” Kurt retorts, but his eyes are sparkling with excitement. “I didn’t know that you play. I just heard that there is a big soccer tournament and wanted to see. I’ve actually never watched soccer before, my dad’s more of a football fan, along with my step-brother. Is it really hard to play? Will it be dangerous?”
Sebastian laughs and reaches over to caress Kurt’s cheeks. Kurt just blinks up at him, eyes of pure innocence. “Well, I won’t say it’s easy to play in a competitive level, but if you’re just playing for fun it’s just kicking the ball around and aiming for the goal. And like every sport or game there is the potential to be dangerous, but don’t worry, there are rules and regulations that are there to make it safe.”
Kurt nods in understanding, though he still looks vaguely concerned. Sebastian finds himself oddly touched by Kurt caring about him. The coach chooses that moment to call them to assemble, beckoning him over, and Sebastian grins at Kurt and says: “My gorgeous Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I’m going to win this game for you.”
He then picks up Kurt’s hand and drops a kiss on it, and Kurt blushes a bright red. He swats at Sebastian, “Stop being such a teasing idiot and go!”
Sebastian pouts sadly at him, but winks at Blaine, who looks almost apoplectic at Kurt’s side, before striding away.
The Dalton team is decked out in dark blue and bright red, the same colors as their school uniforms. They are all ready and waiting for him, and Sebastian knows that they want him to give them the final boost they needed, that they’re asking him to lead them to victory as the captain.
Sebastian grins, and glancing out of the corner of his eyes, sees Kurt looking at him. He’s never felt more confident, and standing up, he speaks.
“Listen to me, and listen to me clearly. We are not losers, we haven’t made it this far just to fail, and I don’t intend to let us lose either. So all of you are going to go out there and win this game for us! I don’t want you to try your best, I need you to DO your best. We are going to win this! Understand?”
His voice isn’t loud, but his words carry in the way that his tone is firm and brimming with determination. His whole demeanor exudes a certain poise and confidence, and Sebastian can see that they believe in him completely.
The chorus of loud “YES!” in response to his question leaves Sebastian smiling, almost predatorily, and with a satisfied nod, he leads his team out into the field.
~*~
Kurt’s never been so anxious-excited for a sports game before. Sure, when he’s the kicker for the football team he did feel excited for that single game, but it was more towards him being excited that his dad was going to be there rather than him being interested in the game.
However, he is now watching with bated breath as Sebastian dribbles the ball across the field, smoothly turning and escaping the attempted cornering by a rival player, not once losing his hold on the ball, before swinging his leg and kicking it, the ball making a smooth curve over the air and entering the goal.
Kurt’s standing up and shouting himself hoarse at the next moment. He’s also clapping hard and whooping loudly. It’s weird for him to be filled with so much anticipation and trepidation over a mere soccer competition, and Kurt reckons that it’s this thrill of cheering and supporting a team as one feels joy over their success and sorrow over their loses that makes his dad and Finn so addicted to football. Kurt finds that he now fully understands the feeling, his whole body is thrumming with adrenaline, and he’s never felt like this before.
Somehow, his eyes are fixed to Sebastian. He didn’t know the man well, seeing that their interactions mostly consist of Sebastian teasing and prodding him like a doll and him either ignoring Sebastian’s antics or sniping back sarcastically. But Kurt can’t deny that Sebastian plays really well. It seems that he’s also the captain of the soccer team, and Kurt realizes that there’s really much about the seemingly smarmy guy that he didn’t know about.
And well, Kurt also can’t deny the fact that Sebastian looks really attractive out on the field. It seems that his penchant to be attracted to the more sporty type still hasn’t changed at all. Kurt blushes, ignoring the curious look that Blaine’s shooting him now.
He continues on rooting for the Dalton team, and it’s obvious that they are going to win this competition. It’s past half time, and already, Dalton’s leading by 6 against 2. And Sebastian is obviously one of the major players, seeing that he scored four of those six goals.
In fact, he looks like he’s on the way to his fifth goal, and Kurt finds himself gripping the railing in front of him and leaning forward as Sebastian makes his way through the field, passing and receiving the ball flawlessly as he maneuvers across the rival players who all seem determined to stop him. Obviously the opposite team has noticed that Sebastian’s a major threat as well, and is trying all their best to block him.
Kurt’s whole body is tense as he looks on, and he can’t help the gnawing feeling that something bad is going to happen. And then he sees it, the dark look on the rival’s No.7 face, and the next moment, the guy tackles Sebastian, even as his feet kicks forward-And then Sebastian’s down on the grass, and even from that distance Kurt can see the dark gash of blood on his leg, and the way his ankle seems to be twisted in a very unnatural way.
The game is paused, as everyone rushes over. The other players are pulling No. 7 back, when they notice that he’s going to continue on hitting Sebastian, and Kurt feels such a rage that he wants to just storm out onto the field and beat the man himself. The school nurse and doctor who rush out to the field are shaking their heads and then they’re helping Sebastian on to the stretcher, and though it’s obviously quite a serious wound, Sebastian’s face remains expressionless and he keeps silent, seemingly determined to not show that he’s in pain.
Kurt feels a sharp pang in his heart at this sight, and he’s standing up before he knew it. Blaine’s hand grabs at him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Where’re you going?” He asks.
Kurt just shakes his head, freeing himself from Blaine’s grip and rushing off. He knows that Blaine will disapprove and try to stop him if the Warbler knows that he’s off to find Sebastian. Somehow, Blaine hates the guy, and doesn’t like to see Kurt around him at all.
Kurt, however, thinks that Sebastian isn’t quite as bad as he seems. Sure, he’s heard the rumors of how Sebastian is Dalton’s most renowned playboy, and that he’s just a heartless bastard who will never care for anyone else in any capacity and just wants one thing-sex. And while Sebastian really does seem to be as promiscuous as his reputation says, Kurt’s instincts tell him that the man isn’t really a bad person at all.
Kurt knocks on the infirmary door, but when he gets no response, he opens it, and sees Sebastian sitting at the edge of a bed. The doctor seems to have already bandaged up his ankle, but the large gash on his leg is still untreated.
Sebastian looks up, and seems genuinely stunned to see Kurt there. “Kurt. Why are you here?”
Kurt just shrugs and walks in, closing the door as he did so. He pulls up a chair and sits in front of Sebastian. “Just wanted to see how you’re doing. Where’s the doctor? Shouldn’t he be here treating your wound?”
“I asked him to go back, just in case someone gets hurt. He’s already bandaged my ankle, and I can easily clean these wounds myself.” Sebastian says dismissively.
Kurt feels a flare of anger at the guy. At how nonchalant Sebastian is, seemingly uncaring that he’s hurt.
He reaches out and smacks Sebastian on the head. “You idiot! I get that you’re trying to be all noble and act all cool and brave, but this is really not the time for that! Do you even realize how badly you’re hurt? You could at least show some concern for yourself!”
Sebastian’s looking at him with wide eyes. And this is the first time that Kurt’s ever seen Sebastian look so flabbergasted. For once, he looks natural and vulnerable, unlike the playboy act that he usually puts up.
Kurt stands up, pushing Sebastian to scoot backwards. And surprisingly, he obliges, and Kurt gives a satisfied nod as he searches for a clean piece of cloth. He finds a stack of towels in one of the cabinets, and takes one out. He goes to the sink and wets it. Then he sits back down on the chair, one hand reaching to tug Sebastian’s wounded leg up.
Wiping the wet cloth over the gash, he cleans up the wound and also the blood. “This is really deep. You should have let the doctor treated you first before you asked him to leave.”
Sebastian’s looking at him now, his gaze scrutinizing, and an indecipherable gleam in his eyes. Kurt finds himself unable to look back, and just keeps his head down as he tends to Sebastian’s wound.
Sebastian breaks the silence. “Why do you care so much? Why are you here, choosing to be with a wounded person rather than out there, enjoying the game?”
Kurt just shakes his head. “Why shouldn’t I care?” He asks back. Sebastian didn’t reply, and Kurt carries on, his hand now diligently wrapping up the wound with bandage, “I did see you get hurt, Sebastian, and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. It’s normal to be concerned for a friend.”
Sebastian tilts his head. “Do you take me as your friend?”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Of course I do. You’ve been hanging around me so much these days, acting like such a weirdo, and I’ve put up with you all along. I think that makes us friends.”
Sebastian’s still looking at him curiously. “Normally people don’t care. About me, I mean. They know how I am, and they know not to expect much from me, like I don’t expect much from them.”
Kurt stands up again and grips Sebastian’s chin, turning his head sideways and inspecting a small cut on the left cheek. He straightens back up and remarks sternly: “Well those people are idiots. It’s normal for friends to look out for friends, and to be concerned for them. And I do care for you, Sebastian.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.” Kurt picks up a cotton bud and cleans the cut up. “You’re being remarkably obtuse for someone who is supposedly clever, Smythe. I would have to say that all these Neanderthal sports that you play seem to have taken their toll on your brain instead.”
He places a plaster over the cut, patting Sebastian’s head with a soft and gentle: “There you go; now you’re all patched up.”
“Thank you, but you really didn’t need to do all this-”
Kurt cuts him off with an impatient wave of his hand. Placing his hands on his hips and striking up his best ‘bitch, please’ look, Kurt drawls, “Sebastian Smythe, stop being an idiot and get it through your head right now that I see you as my friend. And as my friend, I’m obliged to care and worry about you, even though you clearly lack the brain capacity to care for yourself. While I understand that you’re supposed to be an emotionally constipated bastard, it won’t hurt you for once to sit quietly down and accept the fact that I’m going to fuss over you until you get better. Do you understand?”
Sebastian just blinks, seemingly in a daze. Kurt crosses his arms over his chest and stares back, looking like he’s far more superior to anyone else in the world.
Eventually, Sebastian nods, and then he starts laughing.
Kurt wonders if the man has finally gone round the bend.
Instead, Sebastian pulls Kurt in, wrapping him in a fond embrace. “Yes, yes, I understand, you prissy, demanding, dictating little princess.”
Kurt huffs and tries to wriggle his way out, “Don’t call me princess! I’m full male, thank you very much!”
Sebastian just pulls him in closer and says, “Oh, I know.”
“What does that even mean?” Kurt exclaims indignantly.
Sebastian just hums, one arm around Kurt’s waist, keeping him in, while the other hand plays at the hair at Kurt’s nape. Sebastian buries his face into Kurt’s chest, and Kurt finds himself running his hand through Sebastian’s hair when he fails to get away.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“Hmm, what if I am? You do smell good, Kurt.”
“Oh god, back to your teasing ways I see. Well, I’m glad that you’re not irreparably damage by the fall, though it might be better if you had suffered brain damage instead, might make you into a normal person.”
Sebastian’s chuckling, both arms now draped across Kurt’s waist, the gesture feeling oddly possessive, and Kurt can feel the way Sebastian’s body moves as the sound reverberates through both of them.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a very interesting person, Kurt Hummel?”
“No, though I do suspect that everyone thinks so. I am fabulous, you know.” Kurt replies with flair.
Sebastian looks up at him then, an indescribable look on his face.
“That you are, Kurt. That you are.”
~ENDS~
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: An update! Anyway, thanks for all the lovely reviews/comments on the first chapter, and I hope you guys will like this one as well~
P.S: My fics are unbeta-ed. I apologize for any mistakes in advance. =)
~STARTS~
Sebastian continues hitting on Kurt, and all the while, Blaine keeps getting irritated and grouchy. It’s funny to see how hard Blaine tries to remain like a sweet gentleman even when it’s perfectly obvious that he’s completely annoyed at Sebastian’s presence.
Sebastian once thinks that maybe with him as a valid competitor, Blaine will actually wake up and realize he wants Kurt, but it’s obvious after nearly a month that this doesn’t happen. Blaine, although extremely displeased with Sebastian’s flirtations, is actually still chasing and flirting after other boys, even as he tries valiantly to keep Kurt by his side and chase away any potential admirers.
The good thing though, is that Kurt seems to have come to his senses. Blaine doesn’t seem to have realized it yet, but Kurt is now treating him more like an annoying best friend and less like an idol or love interest.
Another thing about Kurt is that he’s completely oblivious to Sebastian’s flirting, treating it as friendly teasing and a joke instead. This works out for Sebastian, because he’s in this from the beginning not to get Kurt because he’s interested, but to flirt with Kurt and annoy Blaine.
Sebastian realizes that he’s been reminding himself of this fact more often as of late, as though he has to tell himself that he’s only flirting with Kurt for fun.
He doesn’t understand why his mind works this way, and just dismisses the niggling thought in his head.
~*~
It’s a warm and breezy Wednesday evening, and Sebastian’s preparing for imminent war.
Not an actual war, per se, but the finals of the regional soccer competition. It’s down to the Dalton team against some obscure school and Sebastian has full confidence that they’re going to win the competition and represent the state of Ohio on the national level.
He may not be as artistically talented as Blaine, but Sebastian is one of the top sportsmen in Dalton. This is what makes him so appealing to the other guys at school. And this is also the reason why he has the nickname ‘Sebastian Smythe, Sex on a Stick’ by many other guys and girls who are interested in him. If Blaine is the equivalent of the perfect image of a suave, gentlemanly and charming prince that rides on a white horse, then Sebastian’s his exact opposite.
He’s the Dark Prince-cool, seductive, mysterious and dangerous. He will be the prince who rides on a black horse instead, wild and untamable, doing whatever he wants and whenever he wants it, with a complete disregard for rules. His sweet words are usually like poison, and all the guys he’s date before knows him for his reputation, knows that he’s not one for responsibility or devotion, and that the only thing that he really expects is sex, so they should learn not to expect much. He mostly does one night stands, but despite this, there are still boys who think that they could change him, like they can somehow reform him using cloy but clingy attitudes and blatantly slutty seductions.
Sebastian Smythe doesn’t do relationships, and he makes sure that the world knows it. So he definitely does not feel any remorse whenever he breaks a person’s heart, because they should have known what they are signing on for at the very beginning.
This is also why most people love and hate him at the same time.
Aside from his playboy personality, he remains one of the most popular guys in Dalton. The other is of course, Blaine. He rivals Blaine in every single aspect, from excellent grades to good looks, having filthily rich and prominent family roots along with distinguished connections, and like Blaine, he’s also very, very talented.
Sebastian isn’t only the captain of the soccer team, he’s also one of their school’s top fencers, the MVP for the basketball team, and has been the champion of freestyle swimming in the state for nearly five years now. What people don’t know is that he’s well trained in different martial arts too. His family deems that it’s important that he knows how to defend himself if the situation calls for it.
He knows that he’s a hot item, just like he knows that he’s going to crush the competition.
Sebastian smirks, taking a gulp of water as he looks round the stands, surveying the crowd. He spots Kurt waving at him at the side, and makes his way over. Blaine is sitting by Kurt’s side, looking extremely put out that he’s there at the moment.
“Well, hello sweetheart! I didn’t know that you were coming?” Sebastian asks brazenly, winking at Kurt as he did so. Blaine’s face takes on his usual constipated look of annoyance.
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” Kurt retorts, but his eyes are sparkling with excitement. “I didn’t know that you play. I just heard that there is a big soccer tournament and wanted to see. I’ve actually never watched soccer before, my dad’s more of a football fan, along with my step-brother. Is it really hard to play? Will it be dangerous?”
Sebastian laughs and reaches over to caress Kurt’s cheeks. Kurt just blinks up at him, eyes of pure innocence. “Well, I won’t say it’s easy to play in a competitive level, but if you’re just playing for fun it’s just kicking the ball around and aiming for the goal. And like every sport or game there is the potential to be dangerous, but don’t worry, there are rules and regulations that are there to make it safe.”
Kurt nods in understanding, though he still looks vaguely concerned. Sebastian finds himself oddly touched by Kurt caring about him. The coach chooses that moment to call them to assemble, beckoning him over, and Sebastian grins at Kurt and says: “My gorgeous Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I’m going to win this game for you.”
He then picks up Kurt’s hand and drops a kiss on it, and Kurt blushes a bright red. He swats at Sebastian, “Stop being such a teasing idiot and go!”
Sebastian pouts sadly at him, but winks at Blaine, who looks almost apoplectic at Kurt’s side, before striding away.
The Dalton team is decked out in dark blue and bright red, the same colors as their school uniforms. They are all ready and waiting for him, and Sebastian knows that they want him to give them the final boost they needed, that they’re asking him to lead them to victory as the captain.
Sebastian grins, and glancing out of the corner of his eyes, sees Kurt looking at him. He’s never felt more confident, and standing up, he speaks.
“Listen to me, and listen to me clearly. We are not losers, we haven’t made it this far just to fail, and I don’t intend to let us lose either. So all of you are going to go out there and win this game for us! I don’t want you to try your best, I need you to DO your best. We are going to win this! Understand?”
His voice isn’t loud, but his words carry in the way that his tone is firm and brimming with determination. His whole demeanor exudes a certain poise and confidence, and Sebastian can see that they believe in him completely.
The chorus of loud “YES!” in response to his question leaves Sebastian smiling, almost predatorily, and with a satisfied nod, he leads his team out into the field.
~*~
Kurt’s never been so anxious-excited for a sports game before. Sure, when he’s the kicker for the football team he did feel excited for that single game, but it was more towards him being excited that his dad was going to be there rather than him being interested in the game.
However, he is now watching with bated breath as Sebastian dribbles the ball across the field, smoothly turning and escaping the attempted cornering by a rival player, not once losing his hold on the ball, before swinging his leg and kicking it, the ball making a smooth curve over the air and entering the goal.
Kurt’s standing up and shouting himself hoarse at the next moment. He’s also clapping hard and whooping loudly. It’s weird for him to be filled with so much anticipation and trepidation over a mere soccer competition, and Kurt reckons that it’s this thrill of cheering and supporting a team as one feels joy over their success and sorrow over their loses that makes his dad and Finn so addicted to football. Kurt finds that he now fully understands the feeling, his whole body is thrumming with adrenaline, and he’s never felt like this before.
Somehow, his eyes are fixed to Sebastian. He didn’t know the man well, seeing that their interactions mostly consist of Sebastian teasing and prodding him like a doll and him either ignoring Sebastian’s antics or sniping back sarcastically. But Kurt can’t deny that Sebastian plays really well. It seems that he’s also the captain of the soccer team, and Kurt realizes that there’s really much about the seemingly smarmy guy that he didn’t know about.
And well, Kurt also can’t deny the fact that Sebastian looks really attractive out on the field. It seems that his penchant to be attracted to the more sporty type still hasn’t changed at all. Kurt blushes, ignoring the curious look that Blaine’s shooting him now.
He continues on rooting for the Dalton team, and it’s obvious that they are going to win this competition. It’s past half time, and already, Dalton’s leading by 6 against 2. And Sebastian is obviously one of the major players, seeing that he scored four of those six goals.
In fact, he looks like he’s on the way to his fifth goal, and Kurt finds himself gripping the railing in front of him and leaning forward as Sebastian makes his way through the field, passing and receiving the ball flawlessly as he maneuvers across the rival players who all seem determined to stop him. Obviously the opposite team has noticed that Sebastian’s a major threat as well, and is trying all their best to block him.
Kurt’s whole body is tense as he looks on, and he can’t help the gnawing feeling that something bad is going to happen. And then he sees it, the dark look on the rival’s No.7 face, and the next moment, the guy tackles Sebastian, even as his feet kicks forward-And then Sebastian’s down on the grass, and even from that distance Kurt can see the dark gash of blood on his leg, and the way his ankle seems to be twisted in a very unnatural way.
The game is paused, as everyone rushes over. The other players are pulling No. 7 back, when they notice that he’s going to continue on hitting Sebastian, and Kurt feels such a rage that he wants to just storm out onto the field and beat the man himself. The school nurse and doctor who rush out to the field are shaking their heads and then they’re helping Sebastian on to the stretcher, and though it’s obviously quite a serious wound, Sebastian’s face remains expressionless and he keeps silent, seemingly determined to not show that he’s in pain.
Kurt feels a sharp pang in his heart at this sight, and he’s standing up before he knew it. Blaine’s hand grabs at him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Where’re you going?” He asks.
Kurt just shakes his head, freeing himself from Blaine’s grip and rushing off. He knows that Blaine will disapprove and try to stop him if the Warbler knows that he’s off to find Sebastian. Somehow, Blaine hates the guy, and doesn’t like to see Kurt around him at all.
Kurt, however, thinks that Sebastian isn’t quite as bad as he seems. Sure, he’s heard the rumors of how Sebastian is Dalton’s most renowned playboy, and that he’s just a heartless bastard who will never care for anyone else in any capacity and just wants one thing-sex. And while Sebastian really does seem to be as promiscuous as his reputation says, Kurt’s instincts tell him that the man isn’t really a bad person at all.
Kurt knocks on the infirmary door, but when he gets no response, he opens it, and sees Sebastian sitting at the edge of a bed. The doctor seems to have already bandaged up his ankle, but the large gash on his leg is still untreated.
Sebastian looks up, and seems genuinely stunned to see Kurt there. “Kurt. Why are you here?”
Kurt just shrugs and walks in, closing the door as he did so. He pulls up a chair and sits in front of Sebastian. “Just wanted to see how you’re doing. Where’s the doctor? Shouldn’t he be here treating your wound?”
“I asked him to go back, just in case someone gets hurt. He’s already bandaged my ankle, and I can easily clean these wounds myself.” Sebastian says dismissively.
Kurt feels a flare of anger at the guy. At how nonchalant Sebastian is, seemingly uncaring that he’s hurt.
He reaches out and smacks Sebastian on the head. “You idiot! I get that you’re trying to be all noble and act all cool and brave, but this is really not the time for that! Do you even realize how badly you’re hurt? You could at least show some concern for yourself!”
Sebastian’s looking at him with wide eyes. And this is the first time that Kurt’s ever seen Sebastian look so flabbergasted. For once, he looks natural and vulnerable, unlike the playboy act that he usually puts up.
Kurt stands up, pushing Sebastian to scoot backwards. And surprisingly, he obliges, and Kurt gives a satisfied nod as he searches for a clean piece of cloth. He finds a stack of towels in one of the cabinets, and takes one out. He goes to the sink and wets it. Then he sits back down on the chair, one hand reaching to tug Sebastian’s wounded leg up.
Wiping the wet cloth over the gash, he cleans up the wound and also the blood. “This is really deep. You should have let the doctor treated you first before you asked him to leave.”
Sebastian’s looking at him now, his gaze scrutinizing, and an indecipherable gleam in his eyes. Kurt finds himself unable to look back, and just keeps his head down as he tends to Sebastian’s wound.
Sebastian breaks the silence. “Why do you care so much? Why are you here, choosing to be with a wounded person rather than out there, enjoying the game?”
Kurt just shakes his head. “Why shouldn’t I care?” He asks back. Sebastian didn’t reply, and Kurt carries on, his hand now diligently wrapping up the wound with bandage, “I did see you get hurt, Sebastian, and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. It’s normal to be concerned for a friend.”
Sebastian tilts his head. “Do you take me as your friend?”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Of course I do. You’ve been hanging around me so much these days, acting like such a weirdo, and I’ve put up with you all along. I think that makes us friends.”
Sebastian’s still looking at him curiously. “Normally people don’t care. About me, I mean. They know how I am, and they know not to expect much from me, like I don’t expect much from them.”
Kurt stands up again and grips Sebastian’s chin, turning his head sideways and inspecting a small cut on the left cheek. He straightens back up and remarks sternly: “Well those people are idiots. It’s normal for friends to look out for friends, and to be concerned for them. And I do care for you, Sebastian.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.” Kurt picks up a cotton bud and cleans the cut up. “You’re being remarkably obtuse for someone who is supposedly clever, Smythe. I would have to say that all these Neanderthal sports that you play seem to have taken their toll on your brain instead.”
He places a plaster over the cut, patting Sebastian’s head with a soft and gentle: “There you go; now you’re all patched up.”
“Thank you, but you really didn’t need to do all this-”
Kurt cuts him off with an impatient wave of his hand. Placing his hands on his hips and striking up his best ‘bitch, please’ look, Kurt drawls, “Sebastian Smythe, stop being an idiot and get it through your head right now that I see you as my friend. And as my friend, I’m obliged to care and worry about you, even though you clearly lack the brain capacity to care for yourself. While I understand that you’re supposed to be an emotionally constipated bastard, it won’t hurt you for once to sit quietly down and accept the fact that I’m going to fuss over you until you get better. Do you understand?”
Sebastian just blinks, seemingly in a daze. Kurt crosses his arms over his chest and stares back, looking like he’s far more superior to anyone else in the world.
Eventually, Sebastian nods, and then he starts laughing.
Kurt wonders if the man has finally gone round the bend.
Instead, Sebastian pulls Kurt in, wrapping him in a fond embrace. “Yes, yes, I understand, you prissy, demanding, dictating little princess.”
Kurt huffs and tries to wriggle his way out, “Don’t call me princess! I’m full male, thank you very much!”
Sebastian just pulls him in closer and says, “Oh, I know.”
“What does that even mean?” Kurt exclaims indignantly.
Sebastian just hums, one arm around Kurt’s waist, keeping him in, while the other hand plays at the hair at Kurt’s nape. Sebastian buries his face into Kurt’s chest, and Kurt finds himself running his hand through Sebastian’s hair when he fails to get away.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“Hmm, what if I am? You do smell good, Kurt.”
“Oh god, back to your teasing ways I see. Well, I’m glad that you’re not irreparably damage by the fall, though it might be better if you had suffered brain damage instead, might make you into a normal person.”
Sebastian’s chuckling, both arms now draped across Kurt’s waist, the gesture feeling oddly possessive, and Kurt can feel the way Sebastian’s body moves as the sound reverberates through both of them.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a very interesting person, Kurt Hummel?”
“No, though I do suspect that everyone thinks so. I am fabulous, you know.” Kurt replies with flair.
Sebastian looks up at him then, an indescribable look on his face.
“That you are, Kurt. That you are.”
~ENDS~