Road To Love: Chapter 15

Kurt didn't trust Sebastian.

He came to this conclusion fairly quickly after meeting his new roommate. As Sebastian unpacked, Kurt tried to make friendly conversation with him, but was met with nothing but sarcasm and arrogance.

After about an hour of this, Kurt had just about had enough.

"So," Kurt said, his tone snappish by this point, "what school did you transfer from?"

Sebastian answered in a bored, drawling tone as he arranged the clothes in his wardrobe. "A very prestigious school in Paris, you wouldn't know about it." He turned around and looked down at Kurt with a smug air of superiority.

"And where, may I ask, did you transfer from?" He asked.

"McKinley High. It's not Paris, but I made some great friends there."

Sebastian laughed. "Public school. Of course, I should have known. Have you ever even left Ohio?"

"No," Kurt snapped, folding his arms defensively across his chest. "We're not all rolling in money like you seem to be."

"Well, then that would explain your total lack of culture and sophistication."

That was the last straw for Kurt.

"Look, what is your problem?" He asked angrily, and Sebastian looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk on his face.

"Ever since you arrived," Kurt continued angrily, "which was only one hour ago, and yet you made it feel like a decade – you have been nothing but rude. I'm getting a little sick of it. If you keep up this arrogant bullshit you have going on, you and I are never going to get along. So I suggest that you fix your attitude, Smythe, because I'm not the one with the problem here!"

Sebastian took a few steps forward until he was completely crowding Kurt's personal space, never breaking eye contact. Kurt refused to take a step back, however. It felt like a challenge.

"You're hot when you get all feisty," Sebastian whispered, raising a hand and dragging a finger down from Kurt's collarbone to the waistband of his jeans. Kurt gawped at the boy in shock and horror.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Kurt jumped back immediately, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Sebastian was fucking with him, he was sure of it. He was just trying to get a rise out of him.

The door opened, and Blaine walked in.

"Hey, baby," he said, and Kurt smiled at the endearment, walking briskly over to his boyfriend and placing a firm kiss on his lips, just on the off-chance that Sebastian had been legitimately hitting on him and thinking there was a chance that they could actually hook up.

When they pulled apart, Blaine turned to Sebastian with a smile on his face. "And this must be your new roommate," he said, offering his hand. Kurt noticed that Sebastian responded exactly the same way as when he had met Kurt – he looked Blaine up and down before accepting the hand offered to him. If Blaine noticed the action, his face didn't betray it.

"I'm Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend," Blaine said, and Sebastian looked between them, his smug smile back in place.

"I see. It's a pleasure to meet you, Blaine. I'm Sebastian. Are you the same Blaine who everybody keeps talking about? Lead singer of the Warblers?"

Blaine nodded, grinning widely. "People have mentioned me?"

"Oh, yeah," Sebastian said, "You're somewhat of a legend at Dalton. Apparently you're sex on a stick and sing like a dream."

Blaine blushed bright red and looked down at his shoes. "Well, I don't know about that," he mumbled, clearly flustered.

Kurt gaped at Sebastian's shameless flirting, and glared at him angrily. Did he just hit on everything that moved?

"Come on Blaine, let's go to dinner," he said, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the room before Sebastian could come up with another sleazy line.

Kurt's first week at Dalton passed by in a hectic flurry of activity. He was sure that it was only thanks to Blaine that he managed to get through it without having a nervous breakdown.

Blaine acted as Kurt's guide and assistant throughout the week, walking him to each and every one of his classes and introducing him to other people he thought he might get along with. Kurt had, indeed, met several nice boys outside of the five that he already knew, and he had been extremely pleased with the fact that his sexuality and relationship with Blaine seemed to be a total non-issue. If anything, Kurt was treated as somewhat of a celebrity due to the fact that he was the boyfriend of Dalton's lead Warbler, and thereby famous by association. Classes were hard and a little overwhelming at first, but it was nothing Kurt couldn't handle, and he actually preferred to be challenged rather than bored to death like he was at McKinley.

Kurt auditioned for the Warblers the day after his arrival, and was immediately and enthusiastically welcomed into the group. His elation didn't last long, however, as shortly after that Sebastian traipsed into the room (late, of course) and sang an extra-sultry version of Carlos Santana's Smooth, cocky smirk in place the entire time. He had made eyes at Blaine for half the song and winked at Kurt as it came to a close, and Kurt had felt his face heat up with rage. God, he was such a douchebag. The song immediately earned Sebastian a place in the Warblers, and Kurt was seething throughout the rest of the practice, desperately trying to avoid having to look at that smirky meerkat face.

Another thing that Kurt had to get used to was the way the Warblers organised themselves. It was…different, to say the least. The boys were talented and kind and welcoming, no doubt about that, but they didn't seem to be open to any of Kurt's suggestions on song choice or arrangement. It appeared that the council made all of the decisions, unless they decided to put something to a vote. In New Directions, everybody had had a fair say of what they thought would be best for the club. Slightly peeved, Kurt ambushed Wes and David later that day and made his concern known. They had both looked rather sheepish and torn, and although they said that there wasn't much they could do about the council arrangement, they would definitely consider Kurt's idea of singing Rio by Duran Duran. Which was something, at least.

The main thing that Kurt was having difficulty adjusting to at Dalton was the fact that he had to share a room with Sebastian. Kurt found the boy completely and utterly insufferable. He had mentioned to Blaine that he wasn't too fond of Sebastian, but he had understated the issue, making it sound like they could possibly be friends if they tried a little harder. The truth was that he didn't want to disappoint Blaine. Blaine had been amazing, and he had been trying so hard to get along with Dave, which he seemed to be handling very well as he hadn't mentioned any conflict so far. Kurt didn't want to be the one to cause drama just because he couldn't manage to be civil with Sebastian.

His strategy for coping with the boy was mostly just to ignore him wherever possible. When he could, Kurt would spend after-school hours hanging out with Blaine around the Dalton campus, or in his room. When Kurt went to visit Blaine in his room, Dave always made himself scarce for an hour or so, and Kurt made a mental note to thank him for that later. It had certainly given them much more opportunity to enjoy the 'time alone' that they had been so looking forward to.

Once Friday finally arrived, Kurt had to admit that he was quite keen to go home for the weekend and sleep in his own bed, without having to deal with the fact that the world's biggest ass was sleeping not six feet away from him.

As soon as classes ended on Friday, Kurt ran to his room to quickly grab his bag before heading over to Blaine's room. He knocked on the door and Blaine answered immediately, all ready to go. Dave was lying on his bed reading and looked up to smile at Kurt as he entered.

Kurt greeted Blaine with a kiss and pulled him from the room eagerly, shouting a goodbye to Dave over his shoulder.

"Ugh, I can't wait to get home," Kurt said as he walked hand-in-hand with Blaine out to the parking lot. "Dalton's great and everything, but this week has been really stressful."

Blaine nodded. "I hear you. First week of school always is. Come on, let's get you home."

Dave's first week at Dalton had been both terrifying and amazing.

He had gotten so used to thundering down the halls at McKinley, pushing kids out of his way and leering at girls with his "friends" from the football team. At Dalton, everything was different. There were no girls for starters, which was a definite bonus – and the guys were just so nice, he wasn't really sure how to behave around them.

He decided that since now was a time for starting afresh, he would just try to do what felt right instead of what other people expected of him, for once in his life. It was much easier said than done.

Blaine had been endlessly helpful, and Dave couldn't thank him enough. They weren't exactly friends, but they were polite and considerate towards each other, and that was more than he could ask for.

On his first day, Blaine had informed him about the football team.

"The guys are so nice, and the team is actually really, really good," Blaine said, and Dave felt excitement bubbling up inside him. The team at McKinley had certainly not been nice (with the exception of one or two guys – the ones that had joined New Directions), and to put it bluntly, they had sucked. They lost almost all of their games, and it had been frustrating to no end. Most of the guys hadn't been able to play at all, and had only joined the team for the status boost.

"It sounds great," Dave said enthusiastically. "How do I join?"

"You should talk to Ben and Scott," Blaine said. "They're roommates; I'll take you down to meet them soon if you want. Ben's the captain of the team and he can organise for you to try out. Scott's on the team too, and he's gay, so I thought you might want to talk to him and -"

"-Wait, what?" Dave interrupted, jaw dropping. "There's an openly gay guy on the football team?"

"Yup. This is Dalton, remember?" Blaine said with a grin. "I mean, I'm not trying to set you up with him or anything. He has a boyfriend. But I thought maybe he could help you if you needed to talk to somebody, or something."

Dave nodded, blinking back the tears of gratitude and relief that were welling up in his eyes.

"So, shall I take you to meet them?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, please," Dave responded, following Blaine out of the room.

A few short days later and Dave had pretty much sealed himself a solid group of friends. He had immediately hit it off with a bunch of guys from the football team, Scott and Ben included, and several others from his classes. They hadn't asked if he was gay, and he hadn't told them, but he knew he would, if and when they asked. They certainly didn't seem to have a problem with Scott, and even asked him about his boyfriend, who apparently went to another school but was also friends with most of Dalton's football team.

Things were going amazingly well, and once Blaine left with Kurt on Friday afternoon, Dave found himself singing lightly under his breath as he wandered around his room, packing up some of his own stuff to take home for the weekend.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in, it's unlocked," David called, expecting one of his friends to walk in.

Instead, it was Sebastian Smythe.

Dave knew that Sebastian was Kurt's roommate. Blaine had mentioned briefly, in a concerned tone, that Kurt and Sebastian weren't getting along very well, and Dave didn't find that hard to believe. He hadn't spoken to the boy, but every time he caught sight of Sebastian around the school, he always had this smug, cocky look about him - like he was better than everybody around him. Dave didn't like it. Even though he'd sworn that he would stop bullying, he had often walked past Sebastian and wished that he'd had a slushy just so he could wipe that arrogant smirk off his face, if only temporarily.

"How may I help you?" He asked in a clipped tone, as Sebastian strolled casually into the room, smirk firmly in place.

"Ahh, so you're David Karofsky. I don't believe we've formally met. I'm Sebastian Smythe," he said, holding out his hand for Dave to shake. He ignored it.

"I know who you are," he said. "Blaine's gone, if this is about the Warblers, or whatever."

"Actually, I wanted to see you," Sebastian drawled, looking Dave up and down with an almost patronizing smile on his face. "I have a proposition."

Dave snorted derisively. "Oh yeah, what's that?"

"You're going to help me break up Hummel and Anderson."

Dave gaped at Sebastian, his expression transforming from shock to anger in a matter of seconds. "Like hell I am."

"Oh please, stop trying to be noble," Sebastian said, voice brimming with confidence. "I've seen the way you look at Hummel. You want him, it's blatantly obvious. Well, I have something that I want, too. Blaine Anderson is the hottest item at this school, and the only thing standing between me and him is Kurt Hummel. You're going to help me break them up so I can have Blaine, and then you can have Kurt all to yourself."

"No," Dave said firmly. "I've already hurt Kurt enough, I'm not doing it again."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Dave, pausing for a moment before speaking again. "One thing you should know about me, David," he said, his tone sharp and cruel, "is that I always get what I want. You should think very hard about this offer before you turn me down."

Dave straightened his back and took two steps forward so that his face was just inches from Sebastian's. "Fuck off, Smythe."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows and smiled, standing his ground.

"Fine," he said challengingly, his voice silky smooth and dripping with arrogance. "Then I'll break them up myself. And by the end of the month, I'll have had them both."

"You wanna say that again, Smythe?"

"You heard me. I'll show you exactly what I can do, Karofsky. I can get any guy I want. You'll see."

He spun on his heel and headed straight out the door without a backward glance, leaving Dave standing in the middle of the room, trembling with fury.

Over the next few weeks, Dave decided to stay silent about his encounter with Sebastian for the time being, because:

1. Kurt was stuck with Sebastian as a roommate and if he knew about the things he had been saying, all hell would break loose.

2. If Sebastian told Kurt and Blaine that Dave had feelings for Kurt (feelings that he had been desperately trying to ignore), then they would probably never speak to him again.

3. Kurt and Blaine seemed like such a strong couple that he was pretty sure that Sebastian wasn't a legitimate threat anyway.

So, he kept the conversation to himself. He went about his newly-formed routine: Going to class, hanging out with his friends, going to football practice. In the evenings he would read quietly in his room or make small talk with Blaine. If Kurt came to spend time with Blaine, fuming because Sebastian had made another offensive remark, he would hurry from the room and spend an hour or two with one of his friends.

One day about three weeks after his arrival at Dalton, Dave was sitting on his bed doing his homework when Kurt came storming into his room looking livid.

"Where's Blaine?" He snapped.

"I don't know," Dave said, blinking up at the furious boy in confusion. "He got a text and then he left."

Kurt looked over to Blaine's side of the room and spotted his phone on his dresser. He marched over and picked it up, quickly going to his inbox to see his most recently received text. He read it aloud.

To: Blaine

From: Sebastian

Hey Blaine, can you meet me in the Warblers' practice room to go over those new dance moves, please? I could really use your expertise. ;)

Dave watched as Kurt clenched his fist around the phone angrily.

"Kurt…?" He asked tentatively, "Is everything alright?"

"No!" Kurt snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously. "That total ass Sebastian is making my life a living hell. I hate having him as a roommate, I hate it! God, I can barely stand to be within a mile of the guy! I've tried to get along with him but it's impossible - he's so rude and arrogant all the time! One moment he's blatantly insulting me, and the next minute he's making some sort of sleazy pass at me, I have no idea what the fuck he wants. And he keeps flirting with Blaine right in front of me! And Blaine – I love him, but sometimes he makes me want to tear my hair out because he's so naïve and clueless and he doesn't even see what Sebastian is doing! He keeps saying that I should give him a chance because he's really 'not that bad, just a little intense' but he just doesn't get it and I don't know what to do!"

Kurt was fuming, face bright red and hands clenched at his sides.

Dave sighed. He hadn't realised that things had already escalated this far. "Kurt, there's something I need to tell you."

He told Kurt everything – well, almost everything. Kurt listened with rapt attention, only interrupting once or twice to call Sebastian a bitch or a whore. When Dave got to the part about Sebastian saying that he would have both Kurt and Blaine before the month was out, Kurt laughed loudly and humourlessly.

"That asshole," he muttered, when Dave had finally finished. "Why did he think you'd want to help him, anyway?"

"I don't know," Dave mumbled, face flaming as he stared at his lap.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I wasn't sure how serious he was. I figured he'd try, fail, and give up – I didn't realise he'd be this persistent."

Kurt huffed in annoyance. "This is all a game to him, isn't it?"

Dave nodded. "Don't let him win."

"Don't worry. I won't."

The next evening, Kurt was seated on his bed while Sebastian was out doing god-knows-what. He had a pen and pad of paper in front of him, and was furiously plotting ways to get back at Sebastian. He had texted Santana, who had suggested dragging him off to a tattoo parlour for a tramp stamp that read 'tips appreciated' or 'congratulations, you're my one-thousandth customer', and while Kurt had loved the idea, he needed something that wouldn't get him arrested. He also needed something that couldn't be traced back to him, because rooming with Sebastian meant that he had access to Kurt's wardrobe and he was not willing to risk the safety of his clothes.

As he screwed up his fourth piece of paper and chucked it into the trash can, his phone rang. It was his dad calling.

"Hi, dad."

"Hey kiddo, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing new since last weekend. Everything ok at home?"

"Yup, everything's fine. You still butting heads with that Sebastian kid?"

"Mm, I'm afraid so."

"Well, I think I may have a solution for you."

"What's that?"

"How would you feel about going back to McKinley?"

"Dad, you know I'd love that, but I thought we agreed that it was too risky? Azimio and the other footballers want my head on a platter."

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Mr Figgins called. He said that he and Mr Karofsky Senior met with the entire time and had a little talk, explained the whole situation and they seemed to have gotten through to those boys at least on some level, even if Figgins had to threaten expulsion. They've agreed to a truce, if you decide you want to return to McKinley."

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Mr Karofsky talked to the team? Does Dave know about that?"

"He's the one who asked him to do it."

Kurt inhaled sharply. "Really? I can go back? Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Wow. Um, okay. Yes, I think I'd like that very much."

"Today's Thursday. Tomorrow could be your last day, if you want."

Kurt deliberated for a moment. Suddenly, he realised that now was his chance to teach Sebastian a lesson. He could time it perfectly.

"Can you maybe give me one more week here? There are some things I've got to take care of first."

"Sure, kid. Whatever works for you."

"Thanks, dad."

"You're welcome. 'Night, Kurt. I love you."

"Goodnight, dad. Love you too."

As soon as Kurt ended the call, he hit speed-dial. Blaine answered on the second ring.

"Hey, Kurt! What's up?"

"Where are you?"

"Um, in my room catching up on some homework. Why? Did you want to come over?" Kurt rolled his eyes and grinned at his boyfriend's hopeful tone.

"Yes, but not for the reasons you think, mister. Any chance you can get the awesome foursome to meet us in your room in about ten minutes?"

"By the 'awesome foursome' you mean Wes, David, Nick and Jeff, right?"

"Who else?"

Blaine giggled. "Yeah, sure, okay. Although I have no idea what this is all about. Oh, Dave's here too, by the way."

"That's fine, he can stay. I think he might want to be a part of this."

Blaine laughed. "Umm, okay? See you soon, I guess."

"Please, Blaine, try to sound more excited."

"I am excited, just confused."

"Good. TTFN, ta ta for now!"

"Kurt Hummel, did you just make a Winnie the Pooh reference?"

"You must be rubbing off on me."

"I'm doing a lot more than that."

"Goodbye, Blaine."

"Bye. I love you."

Kurt grinned deviously as he ended the call. Operation put-Sebastian-Smythe-in-his-place was a-go.

This was going to be fun.