It started when Blaine was walking down the hall with his boyfriend, admiring Kurt's current outfit of choice (a dark blue off the shoulder sweater that made his eyes look beautiful), when Sebastian 'accidently' tripped Blaine. The curly haired boy had gone toppling and landed face first on the floor, the contents of his bag scattered.

Blaine retaliated by 'accidently' kicking Sebastian's shin hard enough to bruise while reaching for his dropped things. If the bell hadn't rung, Kurt was sure they would have murdered each other.

That was only the beginning.

Between classes they shoved each other into lockers, claiming to have tripped. In class (three of which they all shared and five that Sebastian and Kurt did), they seemed determined to out do each other and were constantly raising their hands to answer every question. They slashed each other to pieces with their words.

Kurt could see the uncontrollable anger brewing just below the surface of Blaine's eyes, threatening to over spill. He tried his best to keep it at bay. He held Blaine's hands in the halls, something he would never do because of the bullies. At lunch he fed Blaine grapes and teased him with little kisses, ignoring Sebastian's glares.

It was working well enough, and Blaine was actually smiling again, not scowling like he had been the whole day. Blaine started ignoring Sebastian as the day went on.

Kurt should have known it would be too good to last.

It all fell apart in French class. Blaine and Kurt had been in a tense discussion about who was better, Katy Perry or Lady Gaga. Kurt was just pointing out that Gaga was obviously more creative and entertaining than Katy Perry, when the teacher announced she would be putting them into groups for an assignment.

As the fates would have it, the teacher paired Kurt with Sebastian and Blaine with some boy named Jared. They were to have any conversation they wanted, so long as it was in French.

They sat across from their partners and chatter started up instantly, though most of it was in English.

Sebastian smirked at Kurt, who rolled his eyes and prepared himself for a very long class period. "Vous �tes si belle. Je ne peux pas garder mes yeux sur vous." said Sebastian in flawless French. (You are so beautiful. I can't take my eyes off you.)

Kurt had to admit his was impressed. Though he didn't show it. Instead he flicked his hand at Sebastian in a dissmissing gesture, eyes closed with his head leaning against his hand. "Va-t'en, Sebastian. Je n'ai aucune patience pour vous en ce moment." (Go away, Sebastian. I have no patience for you at the moment.)

"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, princesse?" (What's wrong, Princess?)

Kurt opened his eyes to glare at Sebastian. "Vous continuer � faire Blaine col�re. Vous le faites expr�s et vous avez besoin de s'arr�ter avant Blaine vous tue." (You keep making Blaine angry. You're doing it on purpose and you need to stop before Blaine kills you.)

"Ce n'est pas ma faute si il est jaloux. Blaine a besoin d'apprendre � contr�ler ce temp�rament de son." Sebastian leaned forward a bit. "Quand allez-vous r�aliser ce gar�on dapper n'est pas bon pour vous? Ce midget peu court ne sera jamais en mesure de vous donner ce que vous m�ritez. Ne jamais �tre en mesure de vous satisfaire."

(It's not my fault that he gets jealous. Blaine needs to learn to control his temper. When are you going to realize that dapper boy isn't right for you? That short little midget will never be able to give you what you deserve. Never be able to satisfy you.)

" Et �tes-vous de cette parfaite, type �tonnant que je m�rite, Sebastian?" Kurt asked sarcastically, one eyebrow raised. (And are you this perfect, amazing guy that I deserve, Sebastian?)

Sebastian reached his hand under the table and placed it on Kurt's thigh. "Peut-�tre. Tout ce que je sais, c'est que quelqu'un comme sexy, et magnifique, et beau comme vous devriez �tre avec quelqu'un qui va les traiter comme des rois. Quelqu'un qui peut les amener vers de nouveaux sommets de plaisir. Un corps aussi incroyable que le v�tre ne doit pas �tre gaspill�e avec un gar�on comme Blaine. Il ne pourrait jamais vous faire sentir aussi bon que je le peux."

(Perhaps. All I know is that some one as sexy, and gorgeous, and beautiful as you should be with someone who will treat them like royalty. Someone who can bring them to new heights of pleasure. A body as incredible as yours shouldn't be wasted with a boy like Blaine. He could never make you feel as good as I can.)

Now, Blaine may not be all that good at French (he had taken Spanish at Dalton), but he was sure that hand on thigh was a pretty universal sign. Sebastian was flirting with Kurt again. Just as he had been doing in every class the had together so far. And Blaine was at his breaking point. But he was trying not to snap. Kurt had been trying so hard to keep him calm all day. He couldn't just blow up now.

Sebastian's hand moved a bit higher, and that was it. Blaine shot to his feet, startling his assignment partner. He stormed over to where Kurt and Sebastian were located.

Before Kurt could give a very witty retort to the annoying meerkat in front of him, Blaine was right next to him, looking like he was about choke somebody. Kurt pushed Sebastian's hand off his thigh and took Blaine's "Baby, it's okay." he soothed. "Just ignore him. I can deal with it."

"Yeah," said Sebastian as he leaned back in his chair. "Go away, hobbit. Kurt and I were just having the most interesting conversation." he grinned at the boy across from him. "Weren't we, Princess?"

The class had stopped talking and was now staring at them. Most of them had seen Sebastian and Blaine argue throughout the day and were anxious to see it again. Even the teacher was watching, making no move to stop the up and coming fight.

"Listen, Edward Cullen," Blaine took a threatening step toward Sebastian, the hand not taken by Kurt curling into a first. "Why don't you find another boy to stalk? One who doesn't have a boyfriend?"

Blaine really was trying, focusing on the gentle drag of Kurt's fingers across the skin of his hand and not on the evil glint in Sebastian's eye. He could not let his anger problems ruin his relationship with Kurt.

"At the rate you're going, dapper boy, Kurt will be single real soon. I'm just getting a head start to fill the position of boyfriend."

Before Sebastian could even blink again Blaine was on him. The students crowded around and egged on the fight. Sebastian slammed his fist against Blaine's jaw, and everyone winced at the cracking sound the followed. But to Blaine's credit, he wasn't fazed and punched the victorious smirk off of Sebastian's face. Blow after blow, kick after kick, the fight got steadily worse and worse.

Kurt was yelling at them to stop, and the teacher had finally deemed that the fight had escalated way too far, so she was helping too. The boys ignored the two of them and continued to pound on each other, spitting insults at each other and cussing up a storm.

Kurt tried to grab Blaine, hoping his touch would help Blaine calm down and remind him what he was doing. But a way ward foot hit him in the stomach and sent him to the floor, gasping for breath. That caught Blaine's attention. He shoved Sebastian off him and hurried over to his boyfriend.

"Shit, Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked worriedly, mentally berating himself for not having better control and letting Sebastian get to him yet again.

"Mr. Anderson and Mr. Smythe, please go to the Principal's office immediately."

Blaine hesitated. He didn't want to leave Kurt when he had been hurt. Kurt, with the help of Blaine, got to his feet and shooed the curly haired boy away. With one more look back, Blaine left the room, Sebastian in tow. Their argument started up again the second the door closed, and was loud enough that the whole class could here them even as they walked away.

Blaine and Sebastian turned up half way through Glee club when Rachel was singing another very emotional 'I love you' song to Finn, as they were (surprise, surprise) having trouble with their relationship again. Mr. Schue had said that he had a big assignment planned for the next week, so this week they were allowed to sing whatever they want and talk about song ideas for competitions.

Blaine didn't say a word to anybody as he entered, and ignored all the questioning looks. He walked purposefully over to the chairs, sat down, pulled Kurt into his lap, and buried his face in the pale shoulder in front of him. Kurt heard him mumble something about 'slut pig meerkat faced assholes'. Kurt him a pat on the head and a kiss to the temple, comforting his pouting boyfriend.

After Glee club was over, Kurt gave Blaine one last kiss and told him that they would text tonight. He declined Blaine's offer to have a Disney Movie Marathon, saying he had something important to do, which was true.

Ten minutes later, after fending off Sebastian's advances and trying not to wince at how Sebastian had totally ruined the word 'riding' for him, Kurt stood outside of the boy's locker room. He was trying to get up the courage to actually go inside. He had something very important to ask Finn regarding Blaine, and it simply couldn't wait another day.

With a deep breath, Kurt pushed open the door and stepped inside. The smell of unwashed clothes and dirty washrooms assaulted his nose. He gagged violently, wondering how anybody could stand to be in here.

It didn't take long to find Finn, as he was easily one of the tallest guys in the room. He got a few glares as he walked by, holding his head up high and refusing to make eye contact. They hated when he entered the locker room. He didn't really mind as he hated being in there anyway.

He tapped Finn lightly on his shoulder to get his step brother's attention. Finn turned and upon seeing Kurt gave him a dopey sort of smile. "Hey, Kurt," he greeted, slinging a towel over his shoulder, completely at ease with being shirtless in front of Kurt. Kurt was proud of Finn. He had matured. "You're not joining the football team again, are you? Cause I don't think that would be a very good idea. I mean, you were great and all, it's just..."

Kurt held up a hand to silence him. "I have absolutely no interest in taking up that brutish sport ever again, Finn. I'm just here to talk to you about Blaine."

Finn's expression instantly turned angry. "Did he hurt you?" Finn demanded, looking as if he were about to hunt down Blaine and kill him. "Did he try to force you into anything? I swear to God if he did anything to you, Kurt, I'll murder him. Where is he?" The tall boy scanned the room, looking for the stupid little hobbit who had hurt his step brother.

"Blaine didn't hurt me." Kurt assured Finn while rolling his eyes. Leave it to the jock to automatically assume the worst. "He would never do that."

Finn visibly relaxed. "Well good, but I'm still going to keep my eyes on him. You're my little bro and it's my job to hurt anyone that messes with you." He leaned against the lockers. "So, what about Blaine did you want to talk about?"

The locker room was empty now, which Kurt was glad for. Those other boys didn't need to hear about this. "Well, Blaine's been really...stressed lately. He's not adapting to McKinley as well as I thought. And he told me that at Dalton if he was stressed he boxed or something like that. So I was hoping, since you do that sort of thing and I know absolutely nothing about punching bags or anything; maybe you could hang out with him after football practice? Help him lift weights or something?"

Finn looked uneasy and Kurt knew why. It was no secret to him that Finn didn't exactly like Blaine. He didn't mention it, but he knew that was getting to Blaine as well as everything else. He was fully planning on confronting Finn about this at one point; however, right now was not the time. Finn was the only one who could help in the Blaine situation. He didn't trust Puck or any of the other guys with his boyfriend.

"I don't know, Kurt. Blaine's a cool dude and all, but..." Finn trailed off, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Though it wasn't something Kurt usually did, he pulled out his pleading, wide eyed, begging face. It worked very well on Blaine and Kurt hoped it would do the same here. "Please, Finn?" he pleaded. "I'm worried for him. I love Blaine and I hate seeing him like this. I know boxing and exercising with you and the other boys will really help him."

Finn took a few seconds to think, using that time to put on his football uniform. With a sigh, he put an arm around Kurt's shoulders and gave him a one armed hug. "I suppose I could help my little bro out with his little boyfriend."

"You do know that I'm older than you, right, Finn?"

Finn waved him off. "But I'm like, taller and stuff, so that makes me the big brother. And it's my duty to help you out. It's about time I got to know Blaine better and let him know what'll happen to him if he hurts you."

Kurt hugged Finn back, laughing. "Just don't hurt my boyfriend, Finn, or I'll have to hurt you."

He bid Finn farewell and was perfectly happy to leave the locker room, content with the knowledge that Blaine would have something sort of like Fight Club to use to work out his anger.

Later in his room, Kurt was humming along to his I Pod, easily answering math problems, when his phone vibrated. He lazily picked up his phone, glancing at the text he had received.

Hello, Beautiful:) - S

Kurt rolled his eyes and ignored the text, turning back to his homework. The next text came thirty seconds later.

Princess, I'm not going to stop texting you until you answer - S

Kurt pulled out his earphones and shut his math book, knowing that Sebastian would be true to his word. And he couldn't turn off his phone because Blaine promised to text him later after the infamous and awkward Anderson dinner. He might as well kill some time.

Don't call me that - K

Beautiful or Princess? - S

Both. My name is Kurt. How would you like it if I called you slut-pig or meerkat face? - K

Well, those things aren't true. But you are beautiful, so that name is fine. - S

And I don't look like a meerkat :( - S

Kurt chuckled.

Yes, yes you do, Sebastian. And what about Princess? That one doesn't make any sense - K

Yes it does. You're all beautiful and elegant and smart, like a Princess. And you got little dapper boy as your wonderful knight in shining armor, even though he's like two freaking feet high - S

Somebody's jealous. And Blaine isn't that short. - K

I'm very jealous, Beautiful. Hobbit gets to hold your hand and kiss you. He's a lucky enough bastard that he can get you to sit in his lap and play with his hair. And it'd be amazing if you would play with my hair, because I love it when people do that. I'm jealous because when the time comes and you're ready to have sex, he's going to get to have it with you. It's not fair. - S

Kurt paused before he texted back. Sebastian was acting like he actually had...feelings. Kurt shook his head firmly. It was all lies. Just another attempt of Sebastian's to get into Kurt's pants. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that, so he avoided it all together.

I told you not to call me that - K

Why not? You're beautiful, so I should tell you that. I would prefer to call you Sexy, though. How about that? Sexy Kurt;) That brings some wonderful thoughts to mind. - S

Just stop, Sebastian. I'm not sexy, okay? So just call me Kurt or shut up, because I don't want to hear you lying to me - K

...What?- S

I'm not sexy so stop freaking saying I am! Blaine already lies to me about that and I don't want that from you too - K

It's not a lie, Princess - S

Kurt glared at his phone. He was pretty, yes, and beautiful, which Blaine told him all the time. But sexy? No. Hell, it had taken him forever just to get up the nerve to take his shirt off in front of his boyfriend. He didn't have the ability to make boys come in their pants. He didn't turn guys on like that. Blaine only said things like that because he was Kurt's boyfriend and he had an obligation of sorts.

Has Bowtie told you otherwise? Because if he has, he's so wrong. God, Kurt, how could you not know how sexy you are? Do you know how hard it is for me not to pop a boner the second you walk into a room? Everything about you is sexy! Your arms have these muscles that make you look strong and when you wear short sleeved shirts they look so awesome. And your silm and you look so flexible. Your legs go on for miles, Princess! And your ass. God, your ass. It's like the most amazing one I've ever seen! So pert and bubbly...You think Dapper boy walks behind you because you walk faster than him? I see him stare at your ass all the time - S

Kurt blushed fiercely at this. He needed to stop talking to Sebastian immediately. This was almost cheating, really. Thankfully, the next message was from Blaine.

Hey, Kurtie Pie:) I miss you - Blainey Bear

Kurt smiled at the nickname he had given Blaine on his phone. Blaine hated it, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Hey, Blaine:) I miss you too. I'll talk to you in a second, okay? I just have to finish with something- Kurtikins

Blaine frowned at his phone. He glanced over the other side of his bed where Kurt had lain just last night. He missed his little Kurtie already. The bed was so empty without him.

But I miss you *pout* - Blainey Bear

Kurt smiled.

Just another moment, dearest. Then you can have my full attention. - Kurtikins

Yay! - Blainey Bear

Kurt shook his head fondly and turned his attention to the latest text from Sebastian.

I didn't scare you off, did I, gorgeous? - S

I'm done talking to you, Sebastian. My boyfriend gets my attention now - K

:( You'd rather talk to Hobbit than me? That hurts. You wound me.- S

Goodbye, Sebastian. - K

Night, night Princess. Have sweet dreams. I know I will ;) – S

...

"Morning, Princess."

Kurt let out a long sigh and closed his locker to face Sebastian. The smirking bastard was leaning against the lockers, his ankles crossed, holding out a cup of coffee to Kurt.

Kurt raised his eyebrows at Sebastian while taking the cup. "You brought me coffee?"

"Of course," Sebastian said with that damnable smirk. "It's one of the best coffee brands in France. I made it special just for you this morning."

"France?" Hesitantly, Kurt sniffed the drink. The smell coming from it was exquisite. "How do I know you didn't put a roofie in here?"

"You don't trust me, Princess?"

"No, not really."

Sebastian pouted at him. "Why would I give you a drink with a roofie in the middle of school with all these witnesses? That's just bad planning."

Kurt raised the coffee to his lips and took a sip. It was delicious. The perfect temperature and just the right flavor. It left behind this wonderful after taste. "I'm impressed, Sebastian. This is incredible."

"What's incredible?"

Blaine had appeared at Kurt's side, hiding something behind his back. He smiled at Sebastian, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Apparently Sebastian is giving out free coffee." He looked innocently over the rim of the cup at Sebastian. "You have a coffee for Blaine, right, Sebbie?" Kurt couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice.

"I'm all out unfortunately" Sebastian said coolly.

"No big deal. Kurt and I can always share." Blaine looked pointedly at Sebastian as he took the cup from Kurt's nimble fingers and drank.

Sebastian glowered. He hated how they were being all coupley around him on purpose just to piss him off. Damn Hobbit wasn't worthy enough to share coffee with Kurt.

"Well, I have a gift of my own for Kurt.' Blaine said proudly, handing over the coffee and placing his hand behind his back. With an unnecessary flourish, Blaine presented Kurt with a ClarieChase slate grey messenger bag.

Kurt nearly squealed with excitement. "Blaine, I've been wanting this forever!" He attack hugged Blaine and kissed him of the cheek. Blaine smirked at Sebastian over his boyfriend's shoulder.

Blaine: 1 Sebastian: 0

….

Kurt received so many gifts over the course of that day, that when the bell finally rang signaling the end of school, he looked like he had just left the mall. He had shirts, shoes, pants, scarves, bags, belts, hats and anything else you could think of. All of the bags and boxes had contained cute little notes from either Blaine or Sebastian.

Kurt knew he should probably feel bad about keeping all the gifts Sebastian gave him, but hey, they were free clothes. What was he supposed to do, throw them away? The two boys were buying him things Kurt had only dreamed of owning. It would be stupid of him not to keep them.

He had fifteen minutes till Glee Club, and he was using this time to try and put most of his gifts into his locker, which was proving to be a very difficult feat He had already placed some of them in his car, but there were a few choice scarves and shirts that he wanted to have in his locker for just in case purposes.

Before he knew what was happening, he was ripped away from his locker and slammed against the wall. When the pain passed, Kurt opened his eyes to see that surrounding him were Azimo and four other nameless jocks, three of which were holding slushies.

"Did you think you could get away with holding hands and making out with your faggot boyfriend, Hummel? Nobody wants to see you two be disgusting. I warned you and now you're gonna pay for making us watch that freak show at lunch."

Kurt closed his eyes and braced himself for the bombardment of slushie that was sure to come. He mentally said good bye to one of his favorite shirts.

There was a loud splashing sound, a handful of curses, and then the sound of feet leaving. Curious as to why he wasn't now a very colorful and cold Kurt Hummel, he opened his eyes to see Sebastian Smythe standing in front of him; drenched in colorful ice.

"Shit!" Sebastian yelled, clutching at his face. "It burns! God damn jock assholes, I'm going freaking kill them!"

It took Kurt a moment to realize that Sebastian must have taken the slushies for him. Sure, if Sebastian had known what it felt like to get slushied he probably wouldn't have done it, but it was the thought that counted.

Kurt grabbed his slushie supplies and a shirt he thought would fit Sebastian. He took Sebastian's hand and led him to the closest bathroom. Sebastian may be one of his least favorite people, but no one deserved to be slushied.

Inside the bathroom he grabbed the slushie chair and put it near the sink. He ordered Sebastian to sit while he placed his supplies in easy reaching distance. Gently, he forced Sebastian's head under the faucet. As the water splashed down on Sebastian's face, Kurt took a small bottle with an eyedropper and squeezed two drops onto each of Sebastian's eyes.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked as he squirted a good sized mound of shampoo into his hands. He slowly massaged it into Sebastian's hair to wash all the color from it.

"I am now that you're doing that." Sebastian let out a content hum, enjoying the feeling of Kurt's nimble fingers dragging slowly through his hair. That slushie was a bitch, but he would gladly take one again if it meant Kurt would do this.

"Why did you take that slushie for me?"

"I didn't want those stupid jocks to mess up your pretty face, Princess. I wasn't aware it hurt this much."

Kurt turned off the water and toweled off Sebastian's hair. "Take off your shirt." he told Sebastian while rifling in his bag to get his stain remover.

Sebastian chuckled. "Now we're getting somewhere."

Triumphant in his search, Kurt turned to face Sebastian and his jaw hit the ground. While he hated Sebastian, he had to admit the boy was hot. Kurt tried not to drool as he viewed perfectly tanned skin pulled taunt over an incredible six pack. Or the well muscled arms and board shoulders. Sebastian was smirking knowingly at his shocked expression.

Kurt regained himself and approached Sebastian with a wet cloth. Some of the coloring had sunk through Sebastian's shirt and if it wasn't cleaned soon it would be a sticky mess. He held it out to the boy, but Sebastian made no move to take it.

"I just took three slushies for you, Princess. The least you could do is clean me up."

Kurt let out a sigh, but decided that he did indeed owe Sebastian. If not for him one of his favorite shirts would have been ruined. He moved the cloth to Sebastian stomach and started to gently rub at the skin. Sebastian released small moan.

Kurt paused and glared. "If you get hard over this, Sebastian, I swear I will rip off your balls."

"Calm down, Princess." mumbled Sebastian, leaning against the sink. "Just let me enjoy this."

After Kurt was done he grabbed the shirt he had brought and presented it to Sebastian. It was his Likes Boys shirt from the Born this way performance. It had always been big on him. Why he still had it, he didn't know. "This is the only shirt I have that I think will fit you."

Sebastian slipped the shirt on with no hesitation. It was a little tight, but on Sebastian that wasn't really a bad thing. "I love it. Let everyone now the truth, yeah?"

Kurt nodded distractedly while grabbing Sebastian's discarded shirt. It was a nice shirt and fit well on the boy. Perhaps he could save it, though it was doubtful. If one slushie was enough to ruin clothing, imagine what three could do.

He was scrubbing softly at Sebastian's shirt when he felt said boy lean over him so his back was to the tall teen's chest. "You know, I think some of the slushie got in my pants. Maybe you want to help me clean that up as well?"

Kurt ignored him in favor of trying to save the shirt. It seemed as if he was actually getting somewhere.

"You got a bit of slushie on your shirt, Princess." Sebastian whispered into Kurt's ear. "I can help you take it off if you want."

Kurt glanced down to see that what Sebastian said was in fact true. It wasn't much, but if he didn't wash it soon it would stain. He pulled off his shirt and used his stain removing stick to get rid of it easily. He of course had another shirt on underneath the one he had taken off. He had to smirk when he heard Sebastian grumble, "Damn layers…"

He finished with Sebastian's shirt soon enough and tied it in a bag so it would try. He faced Sebastian, who was leaning against the stalls and not staring at Kurt's ass. "Thanks for taking those slushies for me, Sebastian. It was actually quite nice of you. I'm surprised."

Sebastian shrugged. "You don't deserve to be bullied and thrown around like that. I got plenty of that shit at my old schools. So while it might not get me into your tight, tight pants, I've got your back."

The two walked out of the bathroom after cleaning up. Sebastian blew Kurt a kiss as he left to put his wet shirt in his locker. Kurt looked up the time on his phone and realized he was late for Glee. He practically sprinted down the hall and into the room, muttering apologizes to Mr. Schue who had been cut off mid lecture. He took his seat next to Blaine and gave him a little kiss.

"What took you so long?" Blaine whispered, hoping that Mr. Schue wouldn't notice their conversation.

"Sebastian stopped these jocks from ruining my clothes with red, blue, and purple ice. I helped him clean himself up."

"What? Why would you do that?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's called being nice, Blaine. He saved me from the slushies. It would have been a total jerk move to just leave him there after that." He placed his head on Blaine's shoulder. "And don't worry, it wasn't like when you got slushied and we made out for ten minutes." He kissed Blaine's slightly stubble covered cheek. "And if you drop the subject and stop looking like you're about to kill Sebastian, we might just be able to do that again."

Blaine instantly dismissed the argument and didn't bring it up again. Kurt couldn't stop him from thinking about it though, or stop him from glaring daggers at Sebastian when the boy finally walked in with that stupid smirk on his face.

Blaine cornered Sebastian after Glee club while Kurt was getting ready for their date in the bathroom. "I told you to back off, Smythe." Blaine growled.

"And I told you I wasn't going to, Anderson."

"This is a battle you've already lost. Kurt's my boyfriend and he loves me, not you."

"I can see that you're scared, Hobbit. I don't blame you. I'm taller and way better looking than you. Not to mention that I can sing better than you, and I know how much that means to little Kurtie."

Blaine laughed. "You do not sing better than me."

"Fine then," said Sebastian. "Let's settle this like Glee clubbers. Sing off, tomorrow in Glee. You sing a song, I sing a song, and then we sing one at the same time. Sound fair to you? The prize is showing Princess whose the better guy after all."

"You're on, Sebastian. I'm just going to let you know right now so you won't be surprised." Blaine hissed. "I'm going to kick your ass."