Music in the air
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Music in the air: Chapter 13 Sebastian


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 14/? - Created: Feb 25, 2013 - Updated: Aug 19, 2013
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Author's Notes: First off a little warnin, there will be talk about sexual acts in this chapter. I realise I didn't post a warning on the last chapter, so I am trying to do it now, althought this story is rated R so you should perhaps expect it.Again, this is kind of short, but there are more chapters covering one day and frequent changes in POV so it had to be done.This chapter is unbetaed, if someone wants to help beta my stories, please feel free to contact me.So please review! Like I said, reviews makes me write...

Blaine and Sam used their time well and by the time they had finished breakfast they had talked to several of the older students, the ones with the most pull in their cliques. Blaine had tried to find Kurt, but had seen no sign of him, he hadn't seen Trent or Sebastian either and that worried him. Not wanting to search all over campus he stopped the serious looking Asian guy that he knew Kurt roomed with.

"Hi, have you seen Kurt this morning?"

"I think he said something about rehearsing his end of summer piece. He might have gone to find a room before the stampede after breakfast."

Blaine nodded and looked as Wes moved over to his usual gang of friends. His head felt like it was going to explode, there was too much going on, his date with Kurt and trying to figure out his feelings, the whole thing with Trent and Sebastian, the end of summer concert and in two days he had to go back to LA and attend that show. It just felt like too much uncertainty and he had no idea how to move forwards. Of course he could practise for the concert, but that was kind of his last priority right now, and maybe something good would come out of making more people aware of Sebastian and his behaviour, but somehow he felt like he had to solve it because it was him Trent trusted. Also, Kurt... he really liked Kurt, like a lot, and kissing him was awesome. He was gorgeous and talented, with the voice of an angel, but was it love? And if it was, did he want to give his heart to a boy that would be on the other side of the country come September?

The whole thinking thing was making him even more messed up in his head than he already was. Blaine headed outside to clear his thoughts and maybe find Kurt or Trent, he really needed to talk to both of them.

Blaine has searched all the rehearsal rooms, the classrooms and now all that's left is the auditorium. Opening the little side door he calls out.

"Kurt! Trent!" but there is no answer, still Trent might be in here, he might be hiding, so Blaine starts looking for him. There are a mass of little rooms and hallways behind and underneath the stage. It is a very high tech theatre for a school, something Blaine has been grateful for that so far, but right now he wishes there were less places to hide. He is passing underneath the stage in the tight corridor that goes from stage left to right, there aren't any places to hide here, so he sees him quite clearly when he steps into the door opening at the end of the hallway.

"Sebastian."

"Well, if it isn't Blaine Anderson, the child protégé who has grown into such a sexy young man." Sebastian is moving towards him as he speaks and Blaine stands his ground, waiting for him. Sebastian creeps him out, but there's no way in hell he is backing away.

"I'm looking for Kurt or Trent, I don't suppose you have seen either of them?"

Sebastian leers at him.

"I might have seen Flamer and Flaming heading up towards the technical booth. It wouldn't surprise me if they have finally realised that they are the perfect match, I hope they don't spontaneously combust when they come." Blaine flinches a bit from Sebastian's speech, he can't help it. It's not like he believes a word of it, Sebastian is just trying to rile him up, it is more that he can't stand it when people say nasty things about each other.

"Shut up Sebastian, that is such a load of crap and you know it." By now Sebastian has come right up to him and he is leaning on hand on the wall, effectively blocking Blaine's way forward.

"I don't get you Anderson," he says with a smirk. "You can have every little gay boy in this programme, you could have me if you gave me access to that perky little ass of yours, but instead you choose to hang out with two of the most pathetic specimens at this school. Do you have some weird fascination with effeminate gays, is it a fetish, because I understand fetishes."

Blaine doesn't know what to say. His mouth must be hanging open in shock because Sebastian's eyes focus in that proximity and the taller boy gives out a little moan.

"Stop teasing me with that delicious mouth of yours, it looks so wet and warm." Sebastian reaches out a hand to touch his face, but Blaine's mouth snaps shut and he flinches away.

"Stop it."

Something passes over Sebastian's face, but it is gone before he can recognise the expression.

"You are so hot. Strange taste in men, but so incredibly..." Sebastian bites his lower lip and leans over him, "...hot." He knows he should feel cornered or uneasy, instead Blaine's anger from this morning suddenly flares up.

"And you are seriously deluded if you think that I would touch you with a ten foot poker! I know what you did to Trent and I think you are disgusting." Blaine pushes his hair off his face and slips out under Sebastian's arm.

"Stay away from me, and stay away from Trent," he says, and starts to walk away back the way he came.

"Ooooh I am so scared right now," Sebastian laughs. "You know killer, if you really want me to be nice to your little friend, I could do that. However, I want something in return."

Blaine turns and looks at him. He is puzzled by Sebastian's sudden changes, first he is coming on to him, then he is mocking him and now his expression is deadly serious.

"What do you want?" Blaine asks somewhat hesitantly as Sebastian has started closing the gap between them once more.

"I want your V card," Sebastian smiles, but it is not a nice smile and it doesn't reach his eyes.

Blaine laughs.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but you are too late Sebastian." Once again the taller boy has invaded his personal space. His hand comes up to caress Blaine's cheek and wander down his throat to his clavicle where he grips the hem of Blaine's t-shirt. Sebastian pulls him close so their faces are almost touching.

"Ah ah ah little California boy, you shouldn't lie to those who are older and more experienced than you. You may have rutted against one of your little friends or given each other a hand job until you got off. I'm not talking about that. I am talking about me slamming my cock into that tight little virgin ass off yours so hard you won't be able to walk properly for a week."

At that moment Blaine gets why Trent has been so upset. It is not what Sebastian does or says to you that is so bad, although it is, it is that look in his eyes when he says or does it. Right now, in a tiny hallway under the stage, Blaine is certain that Sebastian is going to jump him right then and there. It is a flash of fear that makes him wrench himself free and run towards the stairs leading up to the stage.

"Let me know what you decide," Sebastian calls after him, "but don't take too long after all I might get bored waiting and have some more fun with Trent."

Blaine's feet pound up the rickety spiral stairs. What is wrong with that guy, he thinks as he leaves backstage and strides across the stage, stopping when he reaches the piano. His fists slam into the keys making a jarring sound. What should he do now? Going to the Dean will not solve anything. There are no witnesses, his word against that of Sebastian, a guy the Dean knows Blaine is trying to get sent home. He probably won't believe him. To him, Blaine is the trouble maker. What he needs is proof, and suddenly Blaine knows how he is going to get it.


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