Warbler Infections

Chapter 17: "Don't get your tie in a knot"

Sunday September 19th, 2010
Sebastian's POV:

"Wait, a date? Like a romantic, just the two of you date?"

Kurt screeched on the other end, thank god I had him on speaker. I didn't think he would give the news any other reaction, he's a lovey dovey sap. Then again who am I to judge, my favorite movie is The Notebook.

"I'm not really sure, I mean it'll be just the two of us but I don't think he's planning on it being anything more than a study session."

There was a bunch of rustling and heavy panting from his side of the phone. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that he and Blaine finally got their heads out of their asses.

"I'm coming over to your room so we can get you ready. You're gonna knock his perfectly washed socks off for this date."

There are so many instances when I forget why this guy is my friend.

"Kurt, the date isn't for another two days. And why the hell would I have a tutoring meeting at 10:30 in the evening?"

All he said before hanging up was, "You can never be too prepared for fashion Seb."
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"Well you can't wear that, too many rips, you'll look homeless."

"Bas, why do you own a Britney Spears 2009 Circus tour shirt?"

"I'm appalled that you don't have a single pair of Doc Martins in your collection."

The pile of my "unfit" clothes was getting larger on the floor. Apparently I had the fashion taste of a fourteen year old girl who only shops at Hot Topic. Maybe Blaine didn't put the moves on Kurt cause he's so damn high maintenance.

"Can we not worry about what I'm wearing. I think I spent enough time in the closet to find something tolerable."

He sat down at last, holding onto the Imagine Dragons hoodie he claimed was an abomination.

"So if you don't care about clothes then why did you invite me over?"

Man he was testing my patience.

"Well first of all, you invited yourself even though it's well after hours. But I guess I just need somebody to vent to. I can't humiliate myself in front of him, this is my opportunity to make an impression."

Kurt bit his lip, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Does this have anything to do with.....your past?"

Yes. It has everything to do with it.

"Maybe. It's my first time alone with a guy I've liked since Sean. And we all know how that turned out."

He gave me a look that said he wasn't going to go till I spilled.

"Seb, you might not think it, but you're a catch. Any boy should be honored that you want them. Don't let what went down with your father in France stop you from going after a person you love. You've been told from a young age to suppress what you feel to please your parents. After all the crap the world threw your way, you deserve somebody to love."

Oh yeah, this is why we're friends.

"If we're talking about people who've had hard lives we should talk about you. Loosing your mom, not feeling like the son your dad wanted, changing schools because your life was threatened. Unlike you, I'm the one who caused all my problems."

He shook his head, eyes glassing over.

"My life isn't any harder than yours. I have a dad who supports me, a stepmother who I can accept as my second mother, and a brother who treats me right despite the lack of blood relation. Don't downplay your issues. That doesn't make them go away Bas."

He gave me a side hug and shined a signature smile that only Kurt Hummel could pull off.

"So you're going to go on that date. No lying, no deflecting compliments. Be yourself and be sure to act all intelligent and nerdy."

"And hopefully I can actually teach him some French while we're at it?" I teased.

He turned around from the doorway. "Yeah, if there's time between all the heart eyes you'll be giving him."
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That night I lay in bed, eyes wide open at the ceiling. At this point I couldn't tell if I was ecstatic or scared shitless. My conversation with Kurt brought me some validation. I owe this to myself, for once on my life I can be in control.

It helps that Hunter is a considerate guy. He wouldn't feel awkward being seen with me, right?

Shoot. I've spent way too much time thinking about me, what about him? His lacrosse career is on the line, without him we might as well drop out of the season. Imagine being captain of the lacrosse and track team, on the Warblers, a full time student, and the coach of you're sibling's little league baseball team. And on top of all that you have to go to weekly tutoring sessions if you want to keep you're grades. Talk about commitment.

I rolled over so I was facing my cork board. It was filled with certificates of excellence and academic achievement awards. Smack dab in the middle was last year's team picture. Hunter was at the front, "captain" written under his name, and a huge grin sporting his even bigger biceps. Anyone could tell that he was at home on the field.

If I truly cared about him then I would put aside my desires to insure that he passes. Cause if I don't then I'll be taking away the thing he loves the most. And I couldn't live with myself if I did that.

I still have plenty of chances to get closer to him. Tutoring is my business and I need to let this stay professional. It won't be horrible, French is the language of romance after all.

Then I guess it's time for Clarington to get schooled.

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