In Blaine Anderson's eyes there was no better way to start off the new school year than skipping his first class and catch the last vestiges of September sunshine through the metal slats as he lay on the grass beneath the metal bleachers.

His fingers drummed against the warm, heavy earth beside him, tapping out the lazy guitar rhythm of whatever music Quinn was blasting from her phone as she leaned over and lit the cigarette between his lips.

Blaine smiled and blew her a kiss, letting the smoke drift in heady, lazy spirals over him and closed his eyes.

Really, hot sun and nicotine, the leather of his jacket warm under his back as the music catching on the light breeze that blew his hair over his eyes, and Blaine could almost forget that he was stuck at this school for another year.

Quinn plucked the cigarette from his fingers, leaving a pink lipstick ring around the tip as she leaned back against the steps with a faint grunt of pleasure, the sun highlighting a pink halo around her abused hair.

Blaine watched the scarlet spots of cheerleaders across the pitch, stretching and jumping in vibrant glances of colour.

"Do you reckon we could ever be like that?" he said, nodding vaguely towards them and taking back the proffered cigarette.

Quinn snorted.

"Fuck no. I think I'd rather die."

"Little melodramatic, but I see your point," he said, grinning and sticking his tongue out as she dug the pointed toe of her boot into his ribs, "You would never suit red polyester, Q."

"It would clash with my hair," she sighed, laughing and stretching out beside him.

"What a disaster."

"End of the fucking world."

He breathed smoke in a grey spiral, swirling his fingers over his head until it danced and considered the red dots in the distance.

"Some of them are really fucking bendy."

"Oh B, don't tell me you're thinking about fucking a cheerleader."

"Who's fucking a cheerleader?"

Sebastian stepped over Blaine's head, planting his foot between them and collapsing half-gracefully between Quinn and Blaine's legs, lighting up and breathing deep with a grin.

"Morning. Jesus, Luce, turn that shit off."

"Bite me," she snapped, tapping the screen to raise the volume.

"Oh I've missed you too," Sebastian said, rubbing his palm over her knee, "It was a tragically ill-conceived summer in Paris that made me realise how much I was actually looking forward to coming back."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, propping himself up in his elbows and glancing at Sebastian over the rim off his sunglasses.

"I did not hear that right man. I thought you said you were looking forward to coming back to school."

"I was. I'm not now I'm here and it was probably a gargantuan misjudgement prompted by copious amounts of alcohol and some presumably illegal substances, but the thought was there even if it was for just a fraction of a second."

"Oh it's too early and I'm too high for you to start talking Queen Pretentious," Quinn groaned, falling back and letting her arm flop lazily over her eyes against the sun.

"Hey, pay attention Little Miss, I've got a plan."

"Oh brilliant," she said through a yawn, "Because we all remember how well the last one went."

"Hey! I still maintain that the calling of the cops was purely coincidental and did not in any way reflect my actions."

"You broke into a liquor store," Blaine said and Sebastian stuck his middle finger up.

"Technically Puckerman did the breaking. I did the entering and subsequent threatening. And you did the getaway driving, if you remember."

"Oh I do. I also remember the night in jail and month in juvie, and the punch in the face from my father when he found out."

Sebastian had the decency at least to look faintly abashed and drop his gaze to his shoes, picking at the worn leather for a moment.

"Sorry man."

"Yeah. I know. Whatever," Blaine stubbed the cigarette into the dry grass beside him and lay back, arms bent under his head, "I'm listening to this new plan, oh genius one, and god forbid it results in another mark on my criminal record."

"Well…no. It won't. This one is more for fun that personal gain, and did I hear someone mention cheerleaders earlier?"

"They're bendy," Quinn shrugged, "That was really as in depth as the discussion went."

"Well that's an astute observation but I'm thinking we should take it one step further."

"Wait… I'm confused. Is this the original plan or a different one?"

"This is a continuation of the preliminary proposal, inspired by your sudden interest in cheerleaders."

"It's not a –"

"Oh shut up and listen."

Blaine held up his hands in defeat, focusing on the sun glancing its way between clouds and the steps that hovered over him, the smell of grass and smoke hot against his skin, relaxing languidly into the ground below him until his limbs were heavy and his heartbeat slow and throbbing in his ears.

"You're going to fuck a cheerleader."

Blaine barely registered Quinn's bark of laughter as he sat straight up so fast his head swam, and fixed Sebastian with a hard glare.

"What the fuck?"

"Fuck. You. Cheerleader. Comprende?"

"Um…no. No I don't comprende, not even a little bit."

"Oh Lucy shut up, you're in this too."

"Wait, who am I fucking?"

"Rachel Berry."

Blaine choked on his lungful of air, rolling onto his side and coughing with shocked laughter until Sebastian slapped hard between his shoulder blades.

"Seb, are you sure whatever those French gave you didn't have a lasting detrimental effect on your brains?"

"Not entirely, no. But that doesn't stop me knowing that this is a fucking awesome way for us to keep distracted during our last year of school. You know people in Lima have actually died of boredom, right?"

"Sure they have, but I think you broke her. Um…Q?"

Blaine reached out tentatively, poking his fingers along the ridge of Quinn's shoulder until she jerked away from him, blinking, her mouth frozen open.

"Okay, she's fine. I think she'll make a full recovery eventually, which gives you ample time to explain what in God's name makes you think that this is a good idea."

Sebastian shrugged, "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Maybe I don't want to fuck a cheerleader," Blaine said, his voice whiney and petulant.

"Please. Everyone wants to fuck a cheerleader and the best part is, I bet you can't."

"What?"

"You heard me," Sebastian fell back onto his arms, his face split so wide with a grin so smug that Blaine wanted to punch him, "What the fuck makes you think they'd be interested in someone like you."

Blaine frowned. He could sense exactly what Sebastian was doing, that lilting tone and ridiculously self-assured air that only came when he was exceedingly pleased with himself and Blaine just could work out why.

"What's your angle here, Seb?" He said with a sigh when Quinn had finally closed her mouth, her face fading from outraged to puzzled as she seemed to be thinking the same thing, "I just don't see what you're getting out of trying to force us into some backwards deal where we fuck the high class virgins of McKinley."

"Hey I'm just looking for something to chase the mundaneness out of this place during our last few months of being here, that's all."

"I still don't –"

"Do you remember Shelby Corcoran?"

"The bitch who took Beth away from me when they deemed me an unfit mother?" Quinn said, her voice hushed and snarling as she looked up from the patch of grass between her toes, "That Shelby Corcoran?"

"The one and only."

"What's she got to do with this?"

"Rachel Berry is her daughter."

"Oh I'm confused," Blaine groaned, rubbing his palms flat over his face as he fell back against the grass.

"Oh shut up, I'm getting to you."

"So what does that –"

"Imagine how she would feel if you broke her daughter's heart."

Quinn paused, something gleaming in her eyes and Blaine felt a surge of something in his chest. Sebastian had played the Beth card, and he could see the fury twisting behind her pretty features because Sebastian should know better.

"So you're saying I fuck Rachel Berry purely to get back at Shelby for stealing Beth from me?"

"Pretty much, in a nutshell. Yeah."

"But why would I –"

"Revenge. Closure. Fun. Take your pick, I'm just trying to bring a little excitement back into our Ohio lives while I can."

Quinn's lips tightened, her chin jutting out in a firm, stubborn line as she swallowed hard.

"I'll think about it."

"Excellent."

She sat stiffly for a moment, fixing him with a steely glare before she huffed out a deep breath and lay back beside Blaine, stuffing her earbuds into her ears and turning up the volume until it was a harsh buzz beside him.

"Sebastian what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh come on Blainey, I'm just trying to have a little fun."

"You keep saying that, and yet you don't seem to be the one actually doing anything."

"Fine, I like to watch others have fun. What can I say, I'm voyeuristic like that."

He was leaning in closer, arms hooked over Blaine until he was trapped against the grass and Sebastian's body was pressed along his side. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes. I've heard. But I don't see how much fun you're going to get out of watching me attempt to fuck one of the Cheerios."

"Oh I am going to have so much fun watching you try. And not just any one of the Cheerios, you're going for the Cheerio. The Queen fucking bee."

"Santana?"

"No, you fucking moron. The Queen bee."

"Hummel? Seriously?"

Sebastian shrugged, sliding up and pulling Blaine to his feet to drag him over to the steps until they could peer through the metal bars.

"Look," he pointed, arm running hot and heavy over Blaine's shoulder as he followed the long trail of his arm down towards the crowd of red and white.

He could see Kurt Hummel, no more than a stripe glowing under the bright sun and Sebastian shifted in closer, one hand cupping Blaine's hip over his rumpled t-shirt until his chest pressed fully against Blaine's back.

"You have to fuck him," his voice was a low growl, breath blowing hot against Blaine's ear and he could feel the stickiness of his shirt fusing them together under the sun, "You have to fuck him until he screams and can't walk straight the next day."

Blaine swallowed hard against his suddenly bone dry throat, turning and wishing he hadn't because Sebastian was close, too close and too hot and too pleased with himself as he back Blaine against the steps until they dug deep into his shoulders.

"And what do I get if I do?"

"What do you think you get? You get me."

"I don't –"

"Oh come on Blaine, you get the one guy you've never had. If you manage to win over Hummel, I will let you fuck me. No, I won't even just let you. I'll be willing and I will fucking love it."

Blaine's heart was pounding loud in his ears, the steady repetitive rub of Sebastian's thumb against his hipbone thrumming right through his body and the sun glancing off the metal until he was squinting upwards into the other boy's face.

And then Sebastian was kissing him and it was deep and dirty, his head falling back against the steps with a thud as his tongue pushed messily past Blaine's lips, licking around his mouth until Blaine was breathless and panting, a groan ripping out of his throat as Sebastian pulled away and he followed him automatically.

Sebastian pushed him back with a knuckle hard against Blaine's chest.

"You fuck Hummel, you get me. Deal?"

"Deal," Blaine managed, his voice little more than a croak and Sebastian smiled and pulled away, stooping to grab his jacket and throwing it over his shoulder with a flourish, vanishing across the grass.

Blaine was still against the sun-warmed bleachers for a long moment, rubbing his hair back from his forehead with jerky movements and letting out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Dude, you're fucked," Quinn said from the floor without opening her eyes and he grunted, leaning back.

Yeah. Yeah he was.

"Hey, Hummel!"

Kurt glanced up, shielding his eyes against the sun to look at where Blaine was laying back against the steps. He paused at the foot of the bleachers, face twisted in confused until he settled with raising one eyebrow scathingly.

"Can I help you?"

Blaine rolled to the side, slipping down the steps until he was sitting directly in front of Kurt Hummel, legs stretched forwards until they could brush against his calves. Kurt looked sharply down, wrinkling his nose as the soles of Blaine's boots nudge at his uniform.

"I doubt it. I'd like to help you though."

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned away, managing three steps before Blaine had bounded down beside him, falling into synch.

"I don't even know what that means," Kurt snapped, staring straight. Blaine took a moment to let his eyes rake slowly down Kurt's profile, the elegant slope of his nose and down to the soft curve of his lips.

Kurt's eyes flickered to his, catching his gaze.

"Look, Anderson. What do you want?" he said, coming to an abrupt halt and staring Blaine down, his hands on his hips. He stretched taller than Blaine, and from this angle he could see the faint shine of sweat along Kurt's hairline, the damp skin of his neck from his workout under the sun.

He reached up, brushing his own hair back until it glinted in the light and Blaine found himself staring at the pale stretch of Kurt's throat, the way the faint shadow of his collarbones hooked beneath his shirt.

Blaine figured he should just cut to the chase.

"I want you."

Kurt's glare didn't falter as he took a step back, his eyes hardening as he raked them from the tips of Blaine's torn boots to the sunglasses tangled in the curls falling over his face.

"Really. And what the fuck makes you think I'd be interested in someone like you?"

"Someone like –"

"Anderson, you smoke like the backend of that pile of junk you call a bike, which you clearly don't look after because it's falling apart so badly it's barely recognisable as a mode of transport and looks more like something Lady Gaga would wear, okay? You're obnoxious and rude, you're friends with people who hate my friends and to be perfectly honest I'm not even sure I know your first name. I'm not interested."

"And you're a little bitch!" Blaine spat out, leaning in and grasping the front of Kurt's shirt in an angry fist, yanking him closer until he stopped talking and gave Blaine a menacing smile.

"I am so glad we reached an agreement," he hissed, prising Blaine's fingers from his uniform and dropping them back to his side like they were poisonous, and up close he smelled soft and sweet and slightly like sweat, and his shirt was damp on Blaine's palm and he flexed his fingers against his jeans until the itch disappeared.

Kurt looked at him for a moment longer, the anger between his brows smoothing out and his smile becoming almost believably genuine, if it wasn't for the steely glint in his bright eyes.

"Have a nice day," he said, smile bright and sweet and his eyes reflecting the cloudless sky, and he turned with a flick of his fingers, walking towards the corner with a leisurely roll of his hips.

"Does this mean you're going to be a challenge, Hummel?" Blaine shouted after him, fighting the urge to admire the swell of his ass, the tight cling of Cheerios pants as he walked away.

Kurt paused, his hand on the concrete and turned back.

"Oh, I'm gonna be the hardest you've ever faced, Anderson," he said and vanished behind the wall with a wave of his fingers.

And then Quinn was at his shoulder, leaning against him and crossing her arms with a heavy sigh and a grin.

"Oh fuck off, like you're going to have it any easier with Berry."

Her smile faded slightly into a faint grimace and she sighed and pressed her forehead against his arm for a minute.

"Why did we agree to this, B? Well, I know why you did. But –"

"Seb's right. It'll give us something to do between not going to classes and breaking inconsequential school rules."

"Yeah. You know," she handed him his jacket and looped her arm through his, "I've got vodka in my car. We can go and waste the rest of the day."

"Oh lead the way," he said, hooking his sunglasses to the collar of his shirt and fishing the vibrating phone from the depths of his pocket.

From: Sebastian

You're going to have to do better than that when it comes to Hummel ;)

He scowled, looking over his shoulder as they reached the parking lot and catching no glimpse of the other boy anywhere, letting his phone slide back into his pants as they swung onto the hot leather seats of Quinn's car.

Blaine was sure that one day he might regret this, but as he hit the reply button he couldn't bring himself to quite yet.

To: Sebastian

Oh I know what I'm doing. I have this all figured out ;)