A Love That Lasts

Chapter 8

When Friday finally arrived Kurt's anger had not subsided in the very least. He hated how he had been taken advantage of by a stranger pretending to be his soul mate, something so vile that it made Kurt want to scream. Soul mate marks were sacred and it was social suicide to trick someone into believing that you were their soul mate, and unfortunately it wasn't a crime. Kurt despised this Sebastian for tricking him, and he wasn't about to let the offense go lightly.

Another thing about this whole mess with Sebastian was that something about it really bothered Kurt. He could remember the day they met for the first time very clearly. After the Warblers performance, Sebastian had found him and showed him his mark; it was Kurt who had assumed he was Blaine. It was obvious to him now that Sebastian went with Kurt's assumption, but then how did he know the last name Anderson? Something wasn't right here, and Kurt was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Early that day Kurt had gone looking for the secret service agents from the other day at the mall. Unfortunately they had both been discipline for letting Kurt slip away so easily, which meant they were relegated to the undesirable job of standing watch over the x-ray scanner as people entered the White House. He timed his arrival well so that nobody else was around to overhear.

"Hi," Kurt said, approaching them with a smile on his face.

The two agents exchanged an uncertain glance with each other. Kurt glanced at their name badges quickly seeing that the older one was Roger and the younger's name was Steve.

"Good day, sir," Steve said, before turning back to the machine.

Kurt would have to try harder, they were obviously angry at him but they couldn't exactly yell at the president's son. Even if he deserved it.

"I'm sorry for getting you both in trouble," Kurt said. "It wasn't really my intention, but you know what it is like to be a teenager."

They both nodded, but didn't respond.

"I would like to make it up to you," Kurt continued.

"How?" Roger asked hesitantly.

"I have something that I need help with," Kurt replied. "And I need help from the secret service."

"I don't want to get in any more trouble," Steve grumbled.

"I understand your hesitation, but my Dad already knows what I'm planning," Kurt said.

"What is in it for us?" Roger asked curiously.

"Well by helping me it gets you away from the scanner," Kurt replied. "And I think it will be fun."

Steve and Roger shared another look, before turning back to Kurt with identical grins on their faces. "We're in!"

Kurt's face broke out in a broad grin, "Great! So how is your acting?"

Sebastian was having a great day. He had spent the better part of his classes at Dalton mocking Blaine Anderson since it was hysterical to get a rise out of him. Since the day of their confrontation Blaine had been in an increasingly foul mood. It might have been foolish to taunt Blaine after he had already been punched in the face once, but Sebastian made sure that there were plenty of witnesses around whenever he tried to mess with Blaine. It was delicious to see how Blaine tensed up, ready to spring for the attack, but he somehow managed to control his temper.

When school was finally over for the day Sebastian went home and got ready for his date. He knew how lucky he was to be dating the sexy son of the President, and he was also hoping that he would get lucky that night. Once he was finally ready he hopped into his car and drove straight down Pennsylvania Avenue to the President's home.

He pulled up outside the gate and was told to get out of his car, he got out and went into the security office just like last time.

Two secret service agents were waiting for him.

"Name?" one demanded.

"Blaine Anderson," Sebastian said with a smile.

"What is your purpose for coming to the White House?" the other said.

"I'm here for a date with Kurt Hummel."

"You are under arrest!" the other said, holding up his gun. The other went around the back of him and shoving him roughly towards the desk, pulling his hands roughly behind his back.

"Wh-what?" Sebastian spluttered. "I didn't do anything!"

"You have the right to remain silent, scum! Anything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law," the agent behind him said, and Sebastian winced as the handcuffs locked his hands into place behind his back.

"You are making a huge mistake!" Sebastian roared angrily.

"We got a tip off that someone known as Blaine Anderson would be coming here to assassinate the President, he matches your description," one agent said.

"We were also told that he would say he was here to date Kurt Hummel," the other one replied.

"This is some sort of joke; I really am here to date Kurt!" Sebastian declared.

"If I were you, I would look forward to the inside of a cell for the next twenty years," an agent said.

"This really isn't funny," Sebastian complained.

"Are we laughing?" an agent replied seriously.

Suddenly Sebastian felt a cold wave of fear and dread take over completely. This couldn't be happening, was he really going to be spending time in jail? He couldn't handle that, he couldn't do it. His family would be horrified and so disappointed in him. Why oh why did he ever try to meet Kurt Hummel in the first place? An unbidden tear escape from his tear ducts and travelled down his cheek.

And then suddenly there he was, Kurt Hummel standing there looking as handsome as ever.

"What is going on here?" he demanded. "What are you doing to Blaine?"

"Sir, we think he is a terrorist," one agent said.

"Nonsense," Kurt said rushing to Sebastian. "This is my boyfriend Blaine."

Sebastian felt a flicker of hope surge through him, and he put on his most charming smile. "Hey baby," he purred. "Get me out of here."

Kurt walked up close to him, a look of complete adoration on his face. "Sorry about them," he said softly.

"I'll let you make it up to me by giving me a kiss," Sebastian said winking at Kurt.

"Ok," Kurt said with a smile and he leaned in close. Their faces were so close that Sebastian could see the irises of Kurt's eyes very clearly. His own eyes flickered closed as he waited for his kiss.

Nothing happened.

Suddenly he heard a high-pitched laughter break out, and his eyes opened wide to see Kurt laughing. Next to him stood the two secret service agents who started to crack up well. Sebastian felt a surge of annoyance swell through him.

"What is going on?" he demanded. They laughed harder.

"You are such an idiot!" Kurt declared, once he had finally stopped laughing. "Did you really think you could fool the United States government for long?"

"What are you talking about?" Sebastian exclaimed.

"Don't play dumb with me," Kurt replied, his voice dangerous. "I know you aren't Blaine Anderson, your real name is Sebastian Smythe."

Sebastian was suddenly furious that his plan hadn't worked; it had worked out so perfectly.

Sebastian shrugged, "So what if it is?"

"Do you know how foolish it was to come to the White House under false pretenses?" Kurt replied.

"I lied, big deal," Sebastian muttered.

"It is a big deal for me," Kurt replied, anger getting the best of him. "I trusted you. You got rid of your soul mate mark, didn't you?"

Sebastian shrugged, "I don't have any use for a soul mate and it is just as easy to get one removed as it is to get one tattooed."

"You're despicable," Kurt replied, glaring at him furiously.

"Are we done here?" Sebastian asked. "Let me go."

"No," Kurt said annoyed. "You will stay there as long as I say you will."

"This can't be legal, my father is going to sue you when I tell him," Sebastian said.

"And do you really think it would be easy to sue the secret service or the President's family? No judge would take that case," Kurt pointed out.

Sebastian just glared at him which only made Kurt grin wider.

"When we met you said you were Blaine Anderson and yet I never showed you my mark, and there is no way you would know my soul mate's last name," Kurt said, staring at him coldly. "Unless you already know him of course."

"If you think—" Sebastian started, but Kurt cut him off.

"How do I find Blaine Anderson?"

"Why would I tell you that?" Sebastian spat.

"We could really put you in a cell if you'd prefer that," Kurt said. "Tell me."

Sebastian glared at Kurt again, but his stare couldn't compete with the completely cold 'bitch' glare that Kurt was sending his way.

He looked away and sighed, "He goes to Dalton Academy."

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't respond. Instead he turned to the secret services agents who were waiting for orders patiently.

"Take out the trash."