Chapter 6: Hello Kurt

"Oh no!"Blaine internally scream when he noticed the numbers on his alarm clock. The sudden surprise proceeded with a painful fall out of bed."How did I sleep in so late?"Blaine picked himself off the floor and began undressing himself in the darkness created by curtains."I'm not going to have time to shower or calm my hair down."The younger brother removed his hoodie and t-shirt and stripped off his sweat pants."The new professor is teaching my first class. I can't be late. I need to be on good terms with all my teachers."

Sebastian rolled out of his fetal position and turned his head to the sound that woke him up - the sound of feet stomping, heavy breathing and cloths being torn off. A confused grumbled escaped his lips. The sound went unnoticed by the younger brother. Sebastian stretched his legs and frowned when he realized he was not awaking up on his familiar satin sheets and that he was fully dressed. If Sebastian was fully awake, then he would have been able form coherent words and impolitely ask his conquest to quit down.

"Oh crap." Blaine squealed and fumbled to the floor. "Ouch!"

"Uh," Sebastian moaned and turned his head once again to the sound disturbing his sleep. His gaze vainly searched for the source in the dark room. It was too dark to see who was being so loud. "Blaine?" Sebastian hushed, but kept his voice just above a whisper.

A feeling of assurance consumed Sebastian. The details from the night returned to his memory. He and Blaine had watched some movies, established a new game, and by the time they were done discussing he was too tired to leave. A smug smile decorated Sebastian's face when he remembered the other things he did. The smugness did not last long. "Aww!" Sebastian shouted when the younger brother throw open the curtains in order to brighten the room and save himself from further injury. "Could you at least warn me before you try blinding me?" Sebastian shouted and covered his eyes with a pillow.

Blaine had forgotten that Sebastian was still in his room and jump when he heard his voice. "Good grief! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Blaine panicked and quickly grabbed his uniform pants. "I thought you left hours ago."

Sebastian made a questionable sound and tried to block the sunlight, however when realization dawned on him that Blaine was half naked he allowed his eyes to adjust to the light. By the time Sebastian was able to adjust his eyes Blaine was stepping into his gray uniform pants.

"Gross, aren't you going to change your underwear?" Sebastian laughed.

"I did change. Luckily you weren't paying attention because if you had, then you would have seen me bending over in all my glory." Blaine winked. "No seriously, did you mess with my alarm clock. It didn't go off this morning and I distantly remember setting it."

"It's strange, I too remember seeing you set it." Sebastian set up and rested his back against the headboard. He was not in a hurry. Mondays started late for him, he still had two hours before he needed to be anywhere. "I remember you setting your alarm clock an extra early because you wanted to have more time to make yourself presentable to Mr. Kurt Hummel. Plus you needed extra time to perform your weird superstitious morning ritual before a Warble concerts.

Blaine grabbed his white collar shirt and slid it behind his back and up his arms. "My rituals are none of your business and if it helps us win nationals, then you should keep quite." Blaine's fingers fumbled with the bottom button on his shirt. "Why didn't the alarm go off this morning?" Blaine demanded, not to his brother but to fate and chance. "Did I set it for PM instead of AM?" Blaine wondered. He has made that mistake more than once. "Good grief, look at my hair." He screamed when finally looked at into the mirror. The entirety of his hair was one frizzy ball standing up. The height of his hair almost equaled the length of his forehead. "Is it extra humid outside?" Blaine grabbed his container of hair gel and tried to spray some gel onto his hands. It was empty, "Oh no!"

"What is wrong? Are you out of hair product?" Sebastian smiled at Blaine's distress.

"I can't be seen in public like this." Sebastian didn't say anything, but the laugh that escaped his lips spoke volumes. "Shut up Seb," Blaine yelled.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian lied, "I almost can't recognize you when your hair looks like a one-rated poodle."

Blaine ran to his dresser and retrieved a pair of socks. "I'm going to be so late this morning."

"You will be fine." On cue with his words, Sebastian's cell phone alarm clock set off. "See," Sebastian leaned over to the nightstand and turned the ringer off. "See you still have twenty solid minutes to get to class."

Blaine finished the last button on his shirt and stared Sebastian in the eyes. "What?"

Sebastian removed himself from bed and took his time to stretch his lengthy body. "It was all in the name of the game. I wouldn't allow you to actually miss any class. What kind of brother would I be if I did that?" Sebastian cryptically replied. "Don't be confused Blaine." Sebastian walked towards Blaine and grabbed Blaine's tie off the dresser. "We are both players in the same game. You are striving to be the perfect and patient gentlemen who Kurt will want to hold hands and sing duets with. I on the other hand will be the tempting bad-boy who he will try and fix."

Blaine snatched the tie from his brother. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Sebastian stepped away and motioned towards the door. "You only get one first impression. When you and Kurt meet, all he will remember is frizzy hair, poor hygiene superstitious nut who cannot sing unless he does his routine." Sebastian unlocked the door and pulled it open. "By the way, I have no intentions in going abstinence for a year." Sebastian winked.

"Did you use up my hair gel?" Blaine demanded.

Sebastian smiled. "Let the game begin."

...

For Blaine to say today was going to plan would be a lie. He fell asleep the night before with visions over how today would go. The visions included him impressing the new professor. Later he would 'accidently' meet Kurt - preferably on his he way to the scheduled 'impromptu' consert. By the end of the day, he would have made Kurt would feel comfortable enough to give Blaine his contact information. The first on the list was a complete disaster. Blaine arrived on time, albeit he arrived at the wrong classroom. The professor was less than amused over Blaine's woes. Blaine choose to ignore the snickering coming from his classmates, he had to admit he looked like a poodle - a hot poodle at best.

"I have heard some interesting things about you Mr. Anderson. I suggest you prove them wrong." Professor Klein told his pupil with a stern voice and disapproving eyes. Blaine could not control his frown at the news. Who was would dislike him enough to spread idle gossip about him to the new professor - although deep down Blaine knew 'gossip' was an understatement. To make the class even more awkward Blaine was forced to set next to Thad, who spent most of the class trying to play footsie with him and whispering to him. "I think your hair is cute." After foot-play and sweet words did not catch Blaine's interest, Thad's hand found its way onto Blaine upper thigh - it too was quickly slapped away. Once history was over Blaine scurried away from Thad in order to attend his next lesson.

"Blaine?" Wes tapped Blaine on the shoulder, not fully confident that the boy was in fact his friend. Once Blaine turned around Wes relaxed. "Change of plans." The other Warbler began while their literature professor prepared her lesson notes. "The concert has been rescheduled from four to twelve. So after lit, we need to hurry to the choir room." Wes leaned back in his chair unaware of the horror flashing though his messy haired lead singer.

"Twelve is too soon." Blaine snapped. "I'm not ready to perform. I still need to do a few things."A few things like, brush my hair, straighten my tie, do my pre-performance routine and 'accidently' meet Kurt and look presentable at the same time."Why can't we do it at four?"

"Scheduling conflict," Wes shrugged. "Blaine, don't worry about it. Its impromptu, everyone knows that. It is just for fun and to get everyone energized for the new school year." Wes clapped his hands together.

"Wes, look at me. Look at my hair. Heck look at uniform. I'm not presentable. I can't sell everyone a good time if I'm embarrassed and their laughing at me." The professor began the lecture before Wes had a chance to reply. Blaine turned around back in his seat in order to face Professor Scarlet. Professor Scarlet was one of the few female professors and a favorite among both student and faculty.

"Blaine," Wes whispered. "I will cover for you for fifteen minutes. The concert will start at twelve-fifteen sharp."

Time seemed to slow down and speed up at the same time. Once it ended Blaine flew out of the classroom. He would have liked to have gone to his dorm, but that would have taken too much time. Instead Blaine snuck into an uncommonly used restroom to sort out his problems. Thankfully the restroom was empty.

Blaine dropped his bag to the floor, not caring that he was in a public restroom - the same restroom he gave and received rub-off from various no name classmates. Blaine ran to the sink and immediately turned it on.

The water was cold but it felt good splashed against his face. "Okay," Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay," Blaine repeated and opened his eyes. Hunch over the sink with water dripping off his face Blaine began a routine that no one knew about. He did not want to know what people would think if anyone ever found out. With the water running Blaine did not hear the restroom door open and close.

"Okay, handsome," Blaine said to himself in the mirror. "Today we have an important concert to get ready for." Blaine knew he sounded crazy, but the two times he did not give himself this speech prior to a concert, the concert ended up being disastrous. "I know your feeling nervous. It's alright, all the best get nervous before show time. That is what keeps them on their toes. Adrenaline is good." Blaine straightened his back and tried to wet his hair into submission. "You are the best singer in the school. You're the best singer in the state. All the guys love you. All the guys want to sleep with you - most of them already have." Blaine kept his eyes on his own reflection and took in a deep breath. He didn't notice a soft "ahem" behind him.

"Okay, Blaine," Blaine closed his eyes and deeply breathed. "Now picture yourself at your favorite place.... You are walking along the northern beaches. There is a bond-fire not too far away and the sun is about to set." Blaine took another deep breath. Relaxation was evident in his posture. "Now, for Sebastian, you can't let him think he is a better singer than you. He is already better than you in a lot of things. He is a better speaker, athlete and seducer, but singing is your strong suit. And if he wins this game, you'll never here the end of it."

It was the sound of a loud throat clearing that caused Blaine to snap his eyes open and his blood to run cold. All the relaxation he gain was now gone. Suddenly aware that his face was damp and his hair was a humid mess Blaine dared to allow his gaze to travel across the mirror and to the source of the "ahem." Blaine was ready to swallow his pride and beg his unwelcome guest to keep this their secret. There was very little Blaine would not do for payment.

What Blaine was not ready for was the sight of a pale face boy with perfectly coiffed hair and bright blue eyes. It was the boy from the article. This was Kurt Hummel.

"I'm sorry," a soft voice broke the awkward silence. "I was going to try and slip out before you knew I was in here, but then I noticed that your..." Kurt waved his index finger in a self-spoken circle, "And I was wondering if you needed any help?"

Besides singing Blaine loved banter and playful talks. However for the first time in his life, he was at lost for words and his tongue felt heavy in his mouth."Oh shit."

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." Kurt slowly approached Blaine. "You seem like you need someone to talk to. Are you okay? Can I help you?" Kurt offered a nervous smile.

"I almost can't recognize you when your hair looks like a one-rated poodle." Sebastian's earlier words echoed in Blaine's mind."When you and Kurt meet, all he will remember is frizzy hair, poor hygiene superstitious nut who cannot sing unless he does his routine."

Blaine's memories from the morning was broken when he felt pressure on his shoulder. On instinct Blaine turned his head in that direction. Just as perfect as his hair and gracefully as his skin, were long delicate fingers with clean clipped nails. Blaine lifted his eyes off the fingers and looked the boy in the eyes. The boy was beautiful, his reflection and picture did not do him justice. His body was a story all on its own. In Blaine's words it was"long, lean, hot, and perfect"and his backside looks"delicious."

"I-i-i'm s-s-s-orry," Blaine stuttered, never before had he ever stuttered. "Thanks Kurt." Blaine's embarrassed voice wobbled in the silence."Very smooth,"Blaine sarcastically yelled at himself.

"Have we met before?" Kurt wrinkled his nose and turned his head to his side.

"Shit,"In the past Blaine has done many things that merit blushing and didn't, but now in the midst of a public restroom in the middle of the day Blaine's cheeks turned a bright pink shade. "Uh, no, my-my...Sebastian mentioned you to me.""He will never fall and fuck this."

"Really?" Kurt gently nudged Blaine's shoulder so that they were now facing each other. "That's strange, he never stopped by the dorm last night and I haven't formally met him yet." Kurt shrugged his shoulder, but thankfully didn't press Blaine for further detail. "Yes, I'm Kurt Hummel." Blaine shoulders went rigid when he felt Kurt undo and redo the tie around his neck. "Don't worry. It took me a while to figure out how to properly fix a tie."

"Shit, I forgot about the tie.""I know how to tie a tie." Blaine buttered out."Blaine, what the hell are you doing? What is wrong with you?"

Kurt lightly giggled, "Sure you can. Uh..."

"Don't screw this one up.""Blaine Anderson," Blaine attempted to restore his charm. He had some serious damage control that he needed to do."But you can call me Blaine Please Fuck Me Now Anderson."

"Uh, Blaine, is there a reason why you have a sticker of a poodle on your tie?" Kurt asked while pulling off a sticker of a black poodle off the tie. Kurt continued to stare at him.

Blaine never knew he could feel like such a fool. "Oh... uh... no," Blaine removed the sticker from Kurt's hand and ripped it in half. He should have known Sebastian wouldn't have handed him his tie for no reason this morning. Kurt smiled once the tie was properly finished.

"There you ago," Kurt smiled. "Is that...I mean... I don't mean anything by this, but, is that how you normally keep your hair?" Kurt bit his lip.

Blaine's attention was distracted towards the sight of Kurt's teeth biting on his bottom lip."What else can your mouth do?" "No, I normally gel it down, but I did not notice I was out until Sebastian pointed it out to me this morning."

"Oh," Kurt's cheeks flushed pink. "I don't have any advice for your hair. But your tie is now fixed, the poodle sticker is gone and you seem to be calming down. Are you feeling better?" Blaine nodded. "Good, I better go. I have a meeting I need to go to."

"Wait no," Blaine tried not to shout."Remember the plan,""The Warblers are having a concert right now. You should come." Blaine asked. He needed to get back in control of things and fast.

"Maybe next time," Kurt retrieved his book-bag off the floor and strapped it to his shoulder. "If you ever need anyone to talk to I'm here; and I'm sure Sebastian is there for you also." Kurt offered Blaine one more smile before exiting the restroom.

"What the hell just happened?" Blaine asked himself and slapped himself in the forehead, accidently leaving half the sticker on his forehead. "What the hell was that?"

...

Sebastian left Blaine's dorm with a spring in his step and the attitude that today would be the best of days, and so far it was. When he returned to his dorm he was sadden to see that Kurt was absent, but pleasantly surprised to see the other half of his room was decorated in black, grey and white décor. The design was elegant and classic. Sebastian was never in a situation where he learn how to respect another person's privacy, and if Sebastian knew it was wrong, then he probably would not have done what he did next. Stepping out of his shoes Sebastian walked towards the black and grey bed and white floor rug. The rug was soft on his feet,I wonder if it will be soft on my back when Kurt rides me?"Sebastian laughed at his own humor."What about the most important part of the room? What flavors and brands does little Kurt hope to play with?"Sebastian stepped towards the night stand with an Egyptian blue lamp and silver alarm clock setting on it. Without a second thought or pretend hesitation Sebastian opened the drawer.

"Ugh?" Sebastian paused and stared down into the drawer contents, his hand did not leave the metal handle. Within the drawer were a couple of prescription bottles, a box of needles and lancets, two epipens, and an assortment of cotton balls and Band-Aids. "What is wrong with this kid?" Sebastian whispered and gently closed the drawer. The sight of needles alone scared him. Sebastian step away from the drawer and evaluated the books setting on Kurt's desk, pre-organic chemistry and trigonometry were two of the books that catch his interest. "And I got the nerd." Sebastian grumbled, even though he too was taking advance classes. The next item to capture his attention was a dry erase calendar. Nearly every day had something written on it. Sebastian did not know if that was a good or bad thing. He was happy that Kurt would be busy and less likely to annoy him, he was unhappy that Kurt wouldn't have time to 'help fix' his trouble roommate and allow said roommate to sleep with him.

"Anything is possible." Sebastian promised himself.

Class began at ten for the older brother and by the time twelve rolled around Sebastian was ready for lunch and a little concert, but first he had some business that needed to be attended. Before he left his parents' house his father gave him some papers to give to the dean. Mr. Anderson was Dean Reilly's lawyer. With the folder in hand, Sebastian left the dorm.

It would have been much easier to pull off a bad-boy 'façade' if the school did not mandate its students to wear uniforms. While Sebastian walked down the hall he glanced down at his body. His uniform jacket and pants were neatly pressed and his tie was straight and symmetrical."This is not how a bad-boy dresses."Apart Sebastian debated whether or not he should return to his room and slightly deface his uniform, but he finally acknowledged to himself that he enjoyed looking good too much to do that. "I'll have to be a different type of bad-boy. I'll be the bad-boy trying to be good. However every bad-boy needs help and I'm sure Kurt will off that help."

Sebastian straightened his posture and smirked."I'll ask Kurt to help me with my homework - not that I'll need it. I'll fake conversations on the phone where dad is yelling at me because I'm gay. And if Kurt wants to help me 'de-stress by coming undress' than we all win."

Deep in this thoughts Sebastian did not realize he was at the dean's office until he was there. After a quick knock Sebastian was called to come in. Dean Reilly and Mr. Anderson have been long time friends, and in essences he has known Sebastian for most of Sebastian's life.

"Sebastian," Dean Reilly smiled, "What brings you in?"

Dean Reilly was unlike most dean's Sebastian had ever meet or seen. Reilly was friendly and loved conversation. He was a little older than Mr. Anderson, but his hair was still its natural ginger color.

"My dad wanted me to bring these in." Sebastian stepped closer to the redwood desk and gently sat the folder down.

"More papers to read. Another joy in filling a divorce," Reilly sarcastically grumbled and created an air of awkward silence.

Lucky the silence was broken by a soft knock on the door. The door was already open, so all Sebastian had to do was turn his head around to see who the guest was. Standing less than seven feet from him was the embodiment of an all-around-blushing virgin."So this is Kurt in the flesh."Sebastian scanned his eyes up and down the lean figure."This is going to be too easy."For some reason Kurt's ears and neck interest Sebastian the most."His ears and neck need to be teased and marked."

"Hello, Dean Reilly, sorry to bother you," Kurt began to speak, but stopped when Reilly interrupted him.

"You have no reason to apologize. We had an appointment. I was just chatting with Mr. Sebastian Smythe." Mr. Reilly motioned to Sebastian.

Sebastian recognized realization cross Kurt's eyes."Yep gorgeous, we're roomies and just say the word and this body can be yours."Kurt took a moment to stare at Sebastian."Babe, just drink this sight in, but you better let me drink you in later."

"Nice to meet you Sebastian," Kurt smiled, "I'm Kurt Hummel."

"I know who you are. I had an interesting dream about the two of us last night.""It's good to finally meet you." Sebastian stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to motion towards the door. "Thank you Dean, I'll let you two to start your meeting."

"Before you leave," Dean stood up from his chair and rested his elbow on a short bookshelf. "Kurt, I understand that you are nervous about starting school in a new environment. I wanted to tell you that Sebastian is a perfect student, straight-A's, role-model to the younger students and very talented. If you ever feel like you need help with anything just ask him," Reilly smiled.

"I can't lie about being a straight-A student and very talented, but I never said I was a role-model." Even in his mind Sebastian purred the word "very."

"He is also captain of debate, class president and a member of our model UN." Reilly added.

"Shit,"Sebastian smiled and agreed."He is making me sound like a boring good-boy."

"I am also good friends with his family; he is from a very good family."

"What the hell?"Sebastian shifted his shoulder,"Why is he saying all this?"

"Sebastian is practically glued to the hip with Blaine Anderson. So they are a package deal - if Sebastian is busy, then I'm sure Blaine will help you if need be." Reilly laughed at his own joke. Sebastian noticed Kurt's cheek blush at the mention of Blaine.

"Why does Blaine's name make Kurt blush? What is going on?"

"Alright, Mr. Smythe I can see you inching towards the door. I will spare you from further embarrassment." Sebastian gratefully bowed his head and raced out the door. He had some bad-boy images that needed to be worked on.

Sebastian waited in the lounge until he seen Kurt leaving the office. When the door opened Kurt was laughing and the way he leaned into his laughter caused him to appear even thinner. The dean too was laughing. Sebastian didn't care what they were laughing about. It was show time.

Once Kurt shared 'good-byes' with the dean and was alone Sebastian stood up and approached his game. "I hate saying this, but that was fast gorgeous." Sebastian purred and put his arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"Excuse me?" Kurt slipped out of the arm wrapped around him.

"I said, that was fast," Sebastian smirked at Kurt's confusion. "Normally when the dean starts talking it is difficult for him to stop, what did you think I meant?"

"Oh, I see. Yes, he is very chatty." Kurt bit his lip and tried to smile. "He just wanted to talk about my scholarship." Kurt quickly defended himself.

Sebastian smiled, "You don't have to defend yourself." The ears that Sebastian's has been admiring turned a light shade of pink. Sebastian gentle nudged Kurt to begin walking. Sebastian did not care where they walked to; he just wanted to move and led Kurt. "You're a fast walker. Are you this fast when you ride? I may expect a few rounds in that case."

Kurt stopped walking and slid out of Sebastian's arm again. A confused blush returned to his cheeks, "I don't know what to say, but I think I better go now. It is getting late, I should probably eat something." Now that Sebastian looked closer Kurt did seem a little pale and tired.

"I haven't eaten either. I'll come with you." Sebastian linked his arm with Kurt's. "That feels good." Sebastian moaned in a whispered, but loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"What did you say?" Kurt's looked scandalized.

"What do you think I said?" Sebastian smiled.

"Sebastian," Kurt freed his arm, "I know you're a good guy, but we don't have the same sense of humor. Do you think you could tame it down for until I get used to it?" Kurt nervously asked, while fiddling with his backpack strap.

Sebastian stepped in front of Kurt, "Sorry, babe, there are certain things even I cannot tame." A suggestively wink followed.

"Please stop the act, Sebastian." Kurt stepped around Sebastian and on a serious note added, "Do you think you could help with some botany later? The dean mentioned that you're knowledgeable with vegetation." Kurt asked plainly.

Sebastian turned around and crossed his arms. "Come on, couldn't you at least pick a sexy class tostudy? We could help each other study human anatomy?" Sebastian then muddled his voice, but once again kept his voice clear enough for Kurt to barely understand him. "I could help you never forget where the prostate is."

Kurt stopped walking and turned completely red. "Excuse me?"

Sebastian smiled. His eyes glimmered with mischief, "What do you think I said?"

"Nothing," Kurt looked over his shoulder and nervously bit his lip. "I should probably go." Kurt spun around and quickly walked away.

"Okay, I'll admit that wasn't my best. He thinks I'm a joke and/or weird. Friends and side-kicks are funny. Do you know who is not funny? It's the sexy sex machine who he will want to fool around with. If only the dean knew when to stop talking. It's his fault."Sebastian leaned against the wall and crossed his arms."Why did Kurt act differently when Blaine's name was mentioned? Is Blaine winning? No, that would be impossible. Blaine cannot control his actions when he is embarrassed."Uncrossing his arms Sebastian pushed himself off the wall and straightened his tie."I have some serious work to do, and I just how to do it.