For the next hour Sebastian and I just talked. It finally got to the point where I wasn't blushing every two seconds and it felt like I was just having a normal conversation with a friend. It was really nice.
Sebastian talked about lacrosse and the warblers, the club that I somehow got roped in to. He told me all about living in France, which sounds amazing. He listened to me talk all about McKinley. I made sure to leave out all the parts about the bullying though. The truth is I'm still definitely not over that stuff. Soon all the dark memories started coming back to me.
"I had this one friend, Rachel, back at McKinley. She's great. Such a drama queen, and there's points where I definitely wanted to shove a sock in her mouth and tell her to shut the hell up, but oh, you have to love her. You'd probably like her, Sebastian." I said.
Sebastian grinned.
"Yeah, I'd like to meet her sometime."
I nodded, unsure of what to say next. Talking about my old school just made me sad, but I didn't have much else to talk about. Sebastian didn't really seem like the type of guy who would want to listen to me talk about fashion and magazines all day.
Luckily then we heard the front door open.
"Sebastian, I'm home!" A voice shouted from downstairs. At first I assumed it was Sebastian's dad, but since the voice seemed a little younger then that, I figured that it was probably the older brother I saw in some of the pictures downstairs.
"That would be my brother, Seth." Sebastian said, seemingly reading my mind.
I nodded just as Seth opened Sebastian's bedroom door. I quickly studied his features, outfit, and, well, judged him. It may sound wrong but I'm actually pretty good at it. He had a light blue dress shirt on, pressed khakis, a striped tie that had been loosened. His hair was dark and neatly parted, like Sebastian's. Really, he looked a lot like Sebastian, just with blue eyes instead of green and a shorter, rounder face. He was handsome, but not as handsome as Sebastian. He stood, leaning against the doorway, one hand half in his pocket and the other hand dangling by his side.
"Oh, didn't know you had company." Seth said, noticing me staring at him.
Sebastian stood up.
"Kurt, this is my brother, Seth. Seth, this is Kurt, a friend from school." Sebastian said, introducing us. I felt my checks flush a little when he said friend.
Seth stuck out his hand for me to shake.
"Ah, hello Kurt. Seth Smythe." He said in a slight French accent. This guy seemed too charming, almost to the point where it looked fake and annoying. I shook his hand anyway.
"Are you staying for dinner?" Seth asked me. I noticed the way he was eyeing me up and down, as if he was studying me just as I had been studying him a minute ago.
Sebastian cut in.
"Yes, he is, now can you get out of my room, please and thank you."
Seth raised his hands in a mini surrender and started backing out of the room.
"Whatever you say. I'm going to Cooper's house anyway."
Sebastian rolled his eyes in annoyance. Once Seth was gone and had shut the door, Sebastian turned to face me.
"Sorry about him. He's just a total dick." He said, shaking his head a little. I laughed. This side of Sebastian is so much different then the well mannered, dapper leader of the Dalton Academy Warblers side I had seen earlier today at school. And I have to admit, it was refreshing. Sebastian smiled a little, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. Did I just embarrass Sebastian Smythe? Wow. I smiled even more then, until we were just to guys grinning and cracking up at each other over nothing at all. Just being two stupid high school boys. It was fun. So much different then me sitting criss-crossed on Rachel's bed, braiding her hair and eating popcorn as I listen to her woes. About half an hour later Sebastian and I finally got started on our science homework. Sebastian gave me a quick summary of what they had been learning in class the past two weeks. I smiled a little as I listened to him go over the differences between mixtures and compounds. His eyes were shining, his fingers skimming over pages and pages of neatly written notes and old worksheets. I could tell Sebastian was smart, adding that to the already long list of things I liked about him. It only took about twenty minutes of me to get a decent understanding of the topic and do the homework. After that Sebastian lead me back downstairs.
"My dad will be home in a little, so we'll have dinner then." He said as he flopped down on the big expensive couch. I noticed that he had only said dad, and wondered where his mom was. I was about to ask, but thought better of it. I knew how sensitive I got when somebody asked about my mom, and I didn't want to risk making him feel uncomfortable. So instead I just nodded and sat down. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket. A text from Rachel.
Rachel: How was your first day at Dalton?
I bit my lip. If she would have asked me three hours ago, my answer would be boring. But now... well I was definitely having a good time.
Me: It's great. I really like it here
I finally sent back. I was dying to tell her about Sebastian, but I kinda wanted to tell her about him in person. Besides, I was going to see her this weekend.
Rachel: Great. Still miss you though... don't forget, my house tomorrow at 2
Me: Wouldn't miss it. See you then
You see, Rachel and I are friends sort of by chance. We were both outcasts, her the annoying Jewish girl who ran the weird MySpace page, and me the gay boy who everyone picked on. I was at my locker, sophomore year, just getting some books and checking my hair and she just appeared. Out of nowhere. Then she tried to get me to sign up for her singing club, but I figured it would just end up in me getting bullied even worse. So I told her no. Then she sang Gives You Hell to me in the middle of the hallway and we just sort of bonded after that.
The front door opened and... Dalton Academy's head master came through the door? What? Why was he here???
"Hey Sebastian. Seth upstairs?" Then Mr. Marzock noticed me. "Oh, hello Kurt. Sebastian invited you for dinner, yes?"
"Um, yeah. Yeah, he did." I said, still confused as to why on earth our head master is in Sebastian's house.
"Very good. Supper will be served in half an hour." With that, Mr. Marzock nodded and walked to the kitchen.
I turned to Sebastian who must of noticed my confusion.
He sighed slightly, looking uncomfortable. "Um, Seth and I are adopted. So he's my dad."
Sebastian said, staring down at the floor.
I didn't know what to say. I had no clue. When I toured Dalton last month, Mr. Marzock hadn't said anything about Sebastian.
"Oh." was all I could say.
Suddenly something clicked. Sebastian knew my name this morning. Before we met. And he's been nothing but nice to me all day, buying me lunch, making sure I had people I knew in all my classes, even inviting me to his house for dinner. And all day I've thought he must be such a great guy who wants to be nice to the new kid. But Mr. Marzock didn't look surprised at all to see me.
Did he force Sebastian to be nice to me? Tell Sebastian to sign me up for The Warblers? Oh god, did he tell him about how bad I was bullied at McKinley?
My stomach fell and I felt my face grow hot. Sebastian didn't want me here. He didn't want to be my friend. And he certainly didn't have a crush on me, like I did him. It was all just his dad, telling Sebastian he needed to.
"Kurt, you ok bud?" Sebastian asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "You don't look so good."
I took a deep breath, and my eyes burned, trying to hold back tears. God, was I about to cry? I'm so stupid. Why did I ever believe he actually liked me.
"I don't feel good." I said, only half lying. "I need to go home." I started shoving my papers into my bag, avoiding Sebastian's concerned face.
"O-okay, I'll drive you home." Sebastian said.
My heart sank. He drove me here, and I didn't have a ride home. I don't think I would even be able to survive the 45 minuet ride back to my house with him. Right now I can't even look at him.
"No. I mean, I'm fine. My dad will pick me up. He's running errands close by." I stammered, lying through my teeth.
Sebastian was smart. He could tell that I was lying. He obviously could see how red my face is, how my eyes were filling up with angry tears, how I was refusing to look at him.
"I'm sorry Sebastian. I have to go." I mumbled, keeping my head down.
I practically ran out the front door, trying not to notice how genuinely hurt he looked.
A/N: Hey guys, I really sorry this took so long to update! :( I couldn't decide what direction I wanted to take this story, but I got it all figured out now. I'm already halfway through writing the next chapter too, so the next update should be pretty soon! Stay tuned....
