Title: PENIS!

Pairing: Sebklaine (with Klaine established)

Summary: Prompt: “you and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and i'm really just trying to study over here so i'm gonna put an end to this by winning the game” I decided to write this little drabble. Cause that sounded like fun. Dalton AU. Klaine already know each other. Bas just got back from France and doesn't know either of them yet outside of class. :D

There was muffled giggling, then another muffled word that Bastian was pretty sure sounded distinctly like a bit of male anatomy, but surely no senior in high school would be giggling over saying the word ‘penis' right? Especially in an all boys prep school... That would just be ridiculous.

Shaking his head, he turned back to his work and started scribbling away at the calculus that he was so not prepared for. Back in Paris, Bastian had hardly paid attention enough to most of his classes. He'd been more focused on the boys and the cultural experiences and... okay, he'd been focused on the boys. Maybe that was why his mother had shipped him back to live with his father again. Divorces were stupid and custody was stupid and Bastian missed French boys.

“Fucking America...” he muttered under his breath, lingering French accent making him roll his eyes all the more. The guys here already asked him if he was a foreigner so many times he was about to hit someone. Did he fucking look foreign? “Surrounded by uncultured swine. Why did Maman send me back here? I wasn't that bad of a son... you'd think fucking was a crime or something.” He'd slipped into French and the nearest boy shot him a confused look.

Bastian sighed and tried again to focus on the math before him. Then the giggling broke out again. This time there was a distinctly louder whisper. “Penis!” There was no mistaking it. Oh, no. No. They couldn't be...

“Penis!” just a tiny bit louder this time. Bastian quirked his brow and slapped a palm over his face.

The calculus homework lay forgotten before him as he shook his head to himself. “You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered, again in French. There were seriously two boys playing the fucking penis game. In the library. And he was pretty sure the brunette one who looked a bit like an elf was in his French class. (How they'd allowed him to actually take a French class when he was fluent, Bastian didn't know, nor did he care. He could use an easy A.)

“Oh my gosh, Kurt! We're going to get in trouble!” The other boy said in a tone that was louder than the whisper-yells they'd been using for their little game. Bastian rolled his eyes. He might actually strain his eyes from rolling them so much at this rate.

Both boys giggled some more as the curly haired one said ‘penis' at the same volume again. “Blaine, you didn't even say it louder!” the one called Kurt scolded, then proceeded to say it just as softly.

Oh, fuck it, Bastian thought to himself, looking over at the couple before sighing loudly, clearing his throat and calling out in his most attention grabbing full-volume voice “PENIS!” which earned him a promise of detention from the librarian and gaping looks from every occupant of the library.

The couple stared at him and he rolled his eyes again before gathering his calculus book, notebook, calculator, and bag. He got up and joined the two at their little table, offering a hand and a crooked smirk. “Sebastian Smythe. Also called Bastian, Bas, Seb, New Guy, French Guy- spoiler I'm not even actually French- or any variation of Man-Whore by various men who I either refused to fuck or blew off after fucking or fucked the boyfriends of. You two seemed to be missing the point of your game, so I figured I'd help.”

Kurt and Blaine gaped a bit before finally shaking his hand and introducing themselves. Blaine complimented him on his guts for screaming ‘penis,' which the curly-haired kid whispered, then they settled in to do their homework. It was a strange start to a friendship, but a few months later when Kurt was the one to get a lecture from Wes about starting inappropriate games at Warblers practice, Bastian was leaning on Blaine and laughing right along with the shorter boy at their boyfriend's embarrassed expression. Bastian had been the one to dare him to start a new ‘vagina' game, after all...