#sebastian is blaine’s dark side

[baresands]

i feel like i’m interrupting something…

[mthguy]

GLEE - Dark Side (Full Performance) (Official Music Video)

In Season 4, Episode 7 of Glee, Blaine Anderson (Darren Criss) and the Warblers covered Kelly Clarkson’s song “Dark Side.” 

The New Directions Nationals trophy is stolen by Hunter Clarington (Nolan Gerard Funk), the new captain of the Dalton Academy Warblers. Blaine goes to Dalton to retrieve it. There, Hunter and Sebastian Smythe (Grant Gustin) attempt to convince Blaine to return to the Warblers. After singing "Dark Side" with them, Blaine becomes conflicted about his future.

[gleecontext]

GLEE S04E07 Dynamic Duets

[lover-praxis]

sebastian smythe deserved a fucking award for seeing blaine in a dalton blazer live before his eyes for the first time during dark side and not falling to his knees immediately

[blaineabsolutist]

several sentences sunday

more 60s au seb's brain is a little fried

“You’re starting to sound like a fan.” Blaine's lips pinch up in a smile, they look pillowy soft, Sebastian now knows very well that they are.

“Oh no, I thought I made it clear that I am absolutely fanatical.” Sebastian leans a little closer, takes a bite of food and stares at Blaine trying to exchange the taste in his mouth with what he thinks Blaine would taste like. “I think you're God's greatest gift to theater.”

“That's…” Blaine covers his face, he shakes his head, Sebastian can't see it in the dimly illuminated room, but he can clearly envision the red climbing up his neck and settling prettily on his cheekbones. “Entirely too-”

Sebastian cuts in, says everything in one breath, “Little to actually explain to you the scope of what it feels like to have a chance to sit down and talk to you.”

“Sebastian,” Blaine starts, it sounds breathy, shaky. It pulls Sebastian back into reality to actually think about what he's just said.

“To fuck you.” He corrects the aim, swallows a dry gulp of restraint, bitter and jagged, it cuts and burns.

“Oh.” Blaine is looking back at him, his eyes manage to absorb every little spark of light in the dark room, they are brilliant, almost blinding. Sebastian can barely look straight at them. Blaine moves in his seat, seemingly chasing a more comfortable position; Sebastian looks at him pull at the collar of his shirt, and finally he takes a bite too, big, mean and uncouth. It spreads mayonnaise on the corner of his lips, on the side of his face, towards his cheek.

Sebastian releases a breath, wants to keep pushing forward and take everything back. Blaine’s eyes dart around the room and end up back on Sebastian’s face, as he pulls his pocket square out of his breast pocket. He cleans him up gently, takes a leap in the dark and tries to kiss all the places touched by the fabric, a sisyphean effort to to keep his seal on him at all times.

“No,” Blaine pushes him away, breaks him a little until he tries to reason with him, “We’re in public.” He laughs, the sound so gorgeous it hurts, it echoes in the small theatre, it overpowers only for a moment the sound of the acoustic guitar playing on stage. One of the few people sitting in a seat a couple of rows in front of them turns back to look and Sebastian realizes what he was about to do. He straightens himself up, finally takes the time to tuck his sky blue tie back into his three piece suit.

“Sorry.” He can’t remember the last time he’s even thought about saying such a thing.

[rainy-days-and-blainey-days]

Dark side was such a strange choice to try and convince Blaine to come back to dalton. Like you know that was Sebastian’s choice and he was hoping the song would end with Blaine kissing him passionately.

[boldmistakes]

The enduring strength of Sebastian and Blaine's appeal resting in how it goes from 'Uptown Girl' (wanting what you can't have) and 'A Boy Like That' (wanting what you shouldn't) and progresses into 'I Want You Back' (wanting more than you've been getting) and then into 'My Dark Side' (wanting understanding, connection, forgiveness) and finally into 'Help!' (wanting approval and support, and wanting to give it, even if it means wanting is all you will ever have left.)

[daisyishedwig]

So I've been struggling a lot with a specific scene in my Ghost!Blaine AU and have rewritten like ten times already, so have some of the parts I did like from various scrapped versions.

Take one

“Favorite rainy day musical?” Sebastian asked. The sky outside was cloudy and gray and seemed to have set the boy into an even more melancholic mood than normal. He turned slowly to look at Sebastian when he spoke.

“What?”

“You like musicals, right?” Sebastian opened the lid on his record player that was classily tucked inside a side table, then he opened the cabinet beneath to retrieve the records. “If we want the classic and moody sound of vinyl, our selection is limited, but I do have the wide world of spotify for a more diverse collection.”

The boy stood up and crossed cautiously over to him. Sebastian spread out his limited selection of musicals on the couch for him to see. “I have no idea what era you’re from, but given the bowtie I would assume you’ll like my mother’s old Roger and Hammerstein albums.”

He frowned and touched the offending accessory. “How old do you think I am?”

“You dress like my grandfather.”

“Well I don’t exactly have any clothes I can change into. Pretty sure this is just the outfit I’m stuck in for life.”

“You mean afterlife?” Sebastian grinned.The boy rolled his eyes but motioned to Cinderella before returning to his place by the window.

Take two

Sebastian didn’t look up from his detailed sweeping as he peered under the table for shards he might have missed. “I’ve been seeing ghosts since I was a kid, never known why. Abuela taught me how to deal with it.”

“Abuela?” The boy asked, his gaze flicking quickly over Sebastian’s features. 

“You clearly listen to enough musical theater that you should know the term.” He stretched the broom out as far as it would go, swiping as best he could at the dark back corner of the table.

He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I know what Abuela means, you just… don’t look like someone who would have an Abuela.”

Sebastian straighted, his lower back popping as he did so. “She was my… step-grandmother I guess you could call her. For all of a year, but she liked me enough she let me hang around after the divorce and subsequent marriage to wife number three. At least until high school when I ‘turned her granddaughter gay’.” He made finger quotes with the broom still in his hands as he began sweeping the last pile of glass he’d scrounged from the edges of the kitchen into the dustpan.

The boy was silent for a moment and Sebastian paused in his sweeping to level a challenging stare at him, daring him to comment on his queerness again. 

“You dated your step-sister?” he finally said, brow furrowed.

Sebastian snorted. “Step-cousin. And no, I was just gay and she was just a lesbian, but I came out first so clearly I infected her.”

Take three

It was a few days before the boy spoke to him again. 

“What are you writing?” he asked from his spot on the windosill. 

Sebastian glanced up for only a second before returning his gaze to his screen. “It’s supposed to be a novel.”

“Supposed to be?” His gaze was softly curious. Intrigued but not intruding. 

“Currently its just a jumble of scenes, snippets of moments. Everything needs to be outlined and fleshed out. Right now it is largely just… vibes.”

“Is that… a problem?”

Sebastian sighed an leaned back in his chair. “Yes? No? Kind of?”

The boy stood and drifted slowly over to him. Sebastian expected him to try reading his work, but instead he simply sat in a chair closer to him. “Explain,” he said simply. 

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Why is it a problem, why isn’t it a problem, and why is it only sort of a problem?” the boy specified, sounding incredibly patient, like this was a conversation he’d had a hundred times before.

Sebastian folded his arms and looked toward the ceiling. “I have this terrible problem called ‘being a trust fund kid’, combined with this other terrible problem called ‘my father pretends I don’t exist’, which leads to a different problem that should be a good thing, but somehow isn’t called ‘I don’t have to work and can do whatever I want’.”

The boy nodded along.

“And I have realized since graduating not only college, but also my master’s program that I… have genuinely no clue what I want to do with my life. Being a perpetual student is of course an option, but I then I’d have to do some digging into what I’d actually want to study, but the only concrete thing I know about myself is that I enjoy reading, which is why I have a master’s degree in literature. So it seemed obvious that the next step would be writing a novel of my own, and yet–” he gestured broadly at the computer, “–no amount of knowledge of story structure and elements can grant me this thing called inspiration.

“So it is a problem because I want to write something worth reading, but I can’t. It’s not a problem because absolutely no living person knows I’m even attempting to write a novel, so noone can be disappointed in me. And it’s only sort of a problem because if I don’t do this, I don’t know what else to do, but there’s literally no consequences to simply doing nothing.”

Take four

The boy rolled his eyes. “I’m not that old.”

“Well clearly,” Sebastian waved a hand, “I can see that, but just because you didn't die old doesn’t mean you aren’t old.” Sebastian went about preparing a mop bucket. “You are wearing a bowtie after all.” 

His hand fluttered over the offending piece of clothing with a frown. “We’re the same age,” he said, “and if your birth certificate is accurate, I’m actually two months younger than you.”

Sebastian paused and turned toward him. “Are you snooping through my private documents?”

He shrugged. “I just wanted to know your name, that’s all.”

“A, you could get that from a piece of mail, and B, seems rude since I don’t know your name.”

“Well you never asked,” he said primly, “and I didn’t know you were aware of existence until yesterday.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow expectantly and waited. 

The boy huffed. “It’s Blaine, since you’re too rude to ask, apparently.”

“Such a proper name,” he said slyly, “for such a proper little ghost.”

Blaine scowled. “What kid of aristocrat is your father, giving you a name like Sebastian?”

Even with the sneer to it, Sebastian had to admit he liked the way his name sounded in Blaine’s mouth. “I’ll have you know my mother gave me that name, and she wasn’t an aristocrat, she was a dancer.” He paused. “Who also happened to be French.”

“Shouldn’t it be Sébastien then?”

Take five

“Sorry for being a homophobic piece of shit? What century did you die in?”

“I’m not–I’m gay,” the boy blurted, “it wasn’t because they were boys, I swear.”

Sebastian inclined his head. “Then why, after months of peacefully living together, did you destroy my kitchen?”

“I don’t… I don’t know, exactly. It just… upset me. And when I’m upset this just… happens. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“You’re always upset,” Sebastian countered.

The boy’s jaw dropped. “No I’m not.”

“I have not seen you smile once since I moved in here, the most pleasant expression I’ve seen on your face is neutrality.”

“Well being dead is kind of depressing,” he snapped. “But that’s… that’s not a strong enough emotion. It’s… it’s dull, muted. But when the emotion is sharp? Like fear, like jealousy?” he glanced meaningfully up at the hanging lights still flickering and swinging above the kitchen island. 

Take six

The boy had come to stand next to him, and Sebastian felt the chill of his proximity raise the hairs on his arm. He didn’t look at Sebastian, but stared out the window, the sun illuminating the bright hazel of his eyes, turning them honey gold. He was more steady than many of the spirits Sebastian had seen in the past, only the slightest shimmer of translucence could be seen, mostly in the whisps of his dark curly hair. 

“It can be drafty,” the landlord said apologetically, rubbing his arms against the chill the ghost was causing, “but we installed a new heater last year and it works like a charm. And it stays pretty cool in the summer, haven’t even had to install an air conditioner most years.”

“Is the draft the reason for the steep discount?” Sebastian asked, turning back to the landlord with a raised eyebrow.

The man pursed his lips. “It’s an old building, it has its quirks.”

“Like…” Sebastian pressed. The boy sighed behind him and walked to the bedroom door and pushed it closed. 

The landlord barely flinched, like he knew it was coming. “Like that,” he said, “some tennants can’t handle it, but those that stick it out say it calms down after a month or so, like the apartment has accepted them.”

Or he’s gotten tired of trying to chase them out, Sebastian thought, eyeing the boy over the landlords shoulder. He was leaning against the door he’d shut, looking tired and so, so sad. The boy caught Sebastian’s gaze and he straightened, eyes going wide. 

Sebastian looked back to the landlord. “I’ll take it.”

I have no idea what parts of this will make their way back into the final product, but even if I can't get it quite right yet, I'm enjoying playing around with it a lot.

I know its late but I'll still tag a few of the usual people. @calsvoid, @kurtsascot, @fallevs, @lusthurts,

@sperrywink, @bitbybitwrites, and @annepi-blog

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

any high school fics where they get together really early on or are already together please? preferably they are or are similar to their canon selves. thank you!!!! :))

Here are some random fics that I've chosen from our high!school Klaine tab, and hope they suit. ~Jen

Redefining Views by inkinmyheartandonthepage [EPUB] [PDF]

Burt and Carol are getting closer and Finn has yet to meet Burt’s son, Kurt. Kurt isn’t like Finn, he’s the type of boy that Finn bullies. Finn and New Directions are about to meet the epic-ness of KLAINE!

~~~~~

The Architects of Life by misqueue

Follows the development of Kurt and Blaine’s relationship in the canon timeline from 3x05 “The First Time”.

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Shiftings  by @chazzam  

The shift in their relationship didn’t come out of left field at all. Beneath the surface, things had been changing all along.  This fic describes what changed in Kurt ant Blaine’s relationship to make him realize that his feelings for Kurt were more than just friendship. 

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Family Week by DreamingisBelieving

Mr. Schue gives the assignment for the week: Family. That sends Blaine into a frenzy, because he never got along with his family, but with Kurt by his side, he’ll be fine, right?

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Are you spying? by @nineofhearts4

Rachel graduates after the New Directions wins Nationals, leaving Kurt as the new captain of the Glee Club. He is left to pull a new team together, including finding a 12th member after auditions fall flat. He resorts to posting on a show choir forum to recruit new members, where he meets another poster by the name of BWarbler, who happens to be very fed up with his own glee Club, which is now run by Sebastian Smythe. They strike up a friendship online, never realizing that they are show choir rivals who will meet and compete against one another at Regionals. ....until they do

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The Sex Investigation Squad by thetimesinbetween

Blaine has befriended the rest of the New Directions guys. In return, they become obsessed with his and Kurt’s sex life. (They’re pretty sure it doesn’t exist and have agreed that, if it does, it probably involves lots of candles and flower petals. But they need to make sure.) Meanwhile, Kurt and Blaine are in an established, happy, sexual Dom/sub relationship, and they’re getting increasingly desperate because people keep interrupting their time alone. Things…well, things escalate.

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Nine in the Afternoon by lexinwonderland [PDF] [EPUB]

After Kurt chokes at Regionals, causing them to lose. Blaine does everything he can to reassure him that he still loves him and cares about him. And if that means he has to sing his favorite Panic! At The Disco song, well that’s a plus for him.

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99 perspectives on a single love story by @spaceorphan18

The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

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Glass Houses by JennMel

In an alternate universe, all babies are born with a level of empathic sensitivity to others; an ability to sense emotions, to glimpse deep into a person’s soul with just a kiss. Except Kurt Hummel. Registering at a mere 0.5 on the Hawkins Scale of Empathic Sensitivity, Kurt has resigned himself to a lonely life, empty of touch or true love. That is, until the mysterious Blaine Anderson transfers to McKinley, and everything Kurt thought he knew was changed. But finding love is never easy, even in a world where everyone’s emotions are shared. This is the story of the boy who could not feel, and the boy who felt too much.

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Delinquent By balletismyobsession

Kurt is starting to lose hope that life at McKinley can be anything more than daily trauma, but that changes when a dark-haired mystery boy transfers and sends rumors swirling. But Kurt is determined not to write Blaine off. As they grow closer, spill painful pasts, and begin to trust one another and heal, they find more than they ever thought they could: someone to call home.

[prpfz]

Hi! Glee has a hold on me again so I’m looking for a Sam Evans or Sebastian Smythe to my Blaine Anderson.

*I’m not Kurt friendly*

I have a couple plot ideas so I’ll list them below before I get into my info! I’m also open to other concepts asides from these so let’s plot together and get equally involved.

- Guilty Pleasures Era where Blaine’s crush isn’t entirely unreciprocated. Sam isn’t certain of his sexuality but he feels something got Blaine. Instead of letting him down gently, he explains his confusion and suggest they start something of a Friends With Benefits situation. Sam is certain Blaine will go back to Kurt anyway, so it won’t really matter.

- Famous Blaine & Wedding Event Owner Of Some Sort Same. Blaine and Kurt both made it big in different ways and Klaine became something of a brand. Despite his many concerns about their relationship, Blaine proposes when Kurt insists it’s the next step. A big wedding is planned, which is when Blaine meets Sam. He owns the venue, he runs some sort of business, he’s involved in some way. Him and Blaine start getting closer and closer until it spirals into an affair.

- AU where Blaine doesn’t leave Dalton. As his relationship with Kurt sours, Blaine finds comfort in the friendship he has with Sebastian. This begins to escalate into more than a friendship.

- Strictly Come Dancing AU where Seb is a professional dancer and Blaine is his celebrity partner. The intense schedule means they quickly become very dependent on one another as they begin to fall in lust and then love.

As I said, I am open to anything and everything so please share your own ideas!

Me: I’m 21+. I’m experienced and literate and more than comfortable with multi-para through to novella style roleplays. I am angst friendly, smut friendly and don’t have any real limits so I am fine with covering dark themes. Glee covers a lot of darker topics but never really sinks its teeth in, which is what I’d like to do. I’m a regular replier looking for the same.

I love writing side characters and would adore someone who feels the same. I’m OOC friendly and enjoy sharing memes, playlists, headcanons, etcetera. I really want someone to vibe with and who is keen to explore different topics and put these boys into angsty situations.

I write on discord but like this advert and I will reach out to you! 💋

give a like and anon will get back to you

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Requesting Rules / Information

🔹updated 6/1/24 ~ requests open (but i’m going through it so i’ve been slowly lately)

🔹initial notes: 

this is a side-blog, so if i respond to comments or follow you back, you might see my main (in bio). i don’t actively try to keep my blogs too separate, though, i just post stuff i write here so i don’t clog up my main.

there’s very little that i won’t write, but if you’re uncertain about something, just ask!

don’t hesitate to ask any questions. i’m shy, but i promise i’m nice!

🔹 fandoms / characters i write for:

the vampire diaries / the originals

kai parker x reader

kol mikaelson x reader

elijah mikaelson x reader

rebekah mikaelson x reader

poly!mikaelsons x reader

caroline forbes x klaus mikaelson

kai parker x bonnie bennett

glee

blaine anderson x sebastian smythe

cw supernatural

dean winchester x reader

sam winchester x reader

jack kline x reader

american horror story

tate langdon x reader

cw supergirl

mon-el x winn schott jr.

mon-el x kara danvers

teen wolf

stiles stilinksi x reader

isaac lahey x reader

liam dunbar x reader

theo raeken x reader

theo raeken x liam dunbar

🔹definite no’s:

any kind of kink involving scat, fisting, or stuffing

i haven’t been asked to write these, but they’re not for me to attempt

most kinks should be fine otherwise

🔹not a no, but i’m still learning how to write these:

yandere

bdsm

🔹what i’ll write for dark(er) fics:

consensual non-consent / cnc

non-con

dubcon

incest

abuse

🔹 other notes:

above all, kai is my favorite to write 😉

all fics will be fem!reader unless specified in the request

although some might be gender neutral if they turn out that way or i just feel like it

in regards to age, if i write smut for a character canonically under 18, i will age them up appropriately, or make obvious tags to anything underage

if you request a poly!mikaelsons, specify if you want finn or freya in it. typically my polies are just the main four, but I can add them, too, if preferred

more details in a request are always encouraged, but i’ll work with what’s provided. it may take a little longer, though, if more vague

sometimes, i might be a little slow to posting, but i will try to never let requests sit for too long. thank you in advance for your patience!

Again, I’m not an 18+ or 21+ blog, despite occasionally writing smut. I do request readers to be at least 16, however, and may block anyone younger if I choose to do so. You are responsible for the content you consume, and I tag everything meticulously, especially the darker or smuttier works. I am trusting my readers to look at the tags and to know their own boundaries. If something’s not for you, please click off of it. I just know that I used to read any and all types of fics when I was 16+, so I feel like telling my followers & readers they can’t is hypocritical. So while I don’t require a certain age, please be wary of what you read.

Thank you for being here. ily 💗

[findroleplay]

Hi! Glee has a hold on me again so I’m looking for a Sam Evans or Sebastian Smythe to my Blaine Anderson.

*I’m not Kurt friendly*

I have a couple plot ideas so I’ll list them below before I get into my info! I’m also open to other concepts asides from these so let’s plot together and get equally involved.

- Guilty Pleasures Era where Blaine’s crush isn’t entirely unreciprocated. Sam isn’t certain of his sexuality but he feels something got Blaine. Instead of letting him down gently, he explains his confusion and suggest they start something of a Friends With Benefits situation. Sam is certain Blaine will go back to Kurt anyway, so it won’t really matter.

- Famous Blaine & Wedding Event Owner Of Some Sort Same. Blaine and Kurt both made it big in different ways and Klaine became something of a brand. Despite his many concerns about their relationship, Blaine proposes when Kurt insists it’s the next step. A big wedding is planned, which is when Blaine meets Sam. He owns the venue, he runs some sort of business, he’s involved in some way. Him and Blaine start getting closer and closer until it spirals into an affair.

- AU where Blaine doesn’t leave Dalton. As his relationship with Kurt sours, Blaine finds comfort in the friendship he has with Sebastian. This begins to escalate into more than a friendship.

- Strictly Come Dancing AU where Seb is a professional dancer and Blaine is his celebrity partner. The intense schedule means they quickly become very dependent on one another as they begin to fall in lust and then love.

As I said, I am open to anything and everything so please share your own ideas!

Me: I’m 21+. I’m experienced and literate and more than comfortable with multi-para through to novella style roleplays. I am angst friendly, smut friendly and don’t have any real limits so I am fine with covering dark themes. Glee covers a lot of darker topics but never really sinks its teeth in, which is what I’d like to do. I’m a regular replier looking for the same.

I love writing side characters and would adore someone who feels the same. I’m OOC friendly and enjoy sharing memes, playlists, headcanons, etcetera. I really want someone to vibe with and who is keen to explore different topics and put these boys into angsty situations.

I write on discord but like this advert and I will reach out to you! 💋

-

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

👗 Jeremy if he’s with Blaine when the warblers rope Blaine into Dark Side?

He is! He wears this minus the hat, with black converse (Hunter wants to badly to recruit him too, Jeremy thinks that maybe Sebastian shouldn’t have taken advantage of his feelings and then blinded his cousin-in-law/best friend)

[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Round 1

[seblaineaddict]

It is always so exciting to read something from a brand-new Seblaine writer, and this first ever fic of any kind, from @im-shytt is just wonderful!

Many, many, many Seblainers, bemoan the fact that RIB (oh wait.. did I just misspell Fox? 🙄🙄) missed out on the golden opportunity that would have been a Bas and Blaine duet of Dark Side, and are still bitter about it - yes, even all these years later.. But in this fic, @im-shytt has a very different take on Dark Side, that just really works! I loved it!

Can't wait to read more from you, @im-shytt and welcome to our very tiny, (but fierce), fandom! Seblainers are truly lovely people, and very supportive of each other.

Enjoy, Seblainers! 😊💜

[pixiealtaira]

Here to Stay is the New Bird

Pairing: Kurt/ Sebastian

Rating: R for swearing and threats to Finn

Notes: This is for @kurtbastianarchive’s ‘First Time’ anniversary event.  Day 2:seasonal

 Sebastian Smythe had several hobbies that just didn't fit in with the image Dalton needed one to have when one was trying to fit in and make little to no waves nor stick out too much.  And he was already doing poorly on that request of his folks...but he wanted to be able to LIVE and not simple exist for the next two years while he was stuck in the USA.   He was highly irate about that, mind you, since if he'd been allowed to stay in France he'd have been taking his major tests and been done by the end of the year. 

Sebastian shook off his ire, physically, once again and continued walking through the parking lot to the hut at the front of the paths leading through out the bird sanctuary and state park just outside of Lima.  He was going to enjoy his preferred hobbies even if he had to do it alone, regardless of his parent's pleas to fit in better.

The girl at the information and donations section of the booth looked bored out of her mind.

“The path on the far right is for hikers and dog walkers and anyone silly enough to go jogging in the snow.  The other paths are snow shoe only until March.  We would like everyone to  be out of the area by sundown except for on our night outings, and those are 10 to 20 bucks, depending on the evening and what is involved and included.  Sleigh rides are in the open fields from the  sanctuary to Holdings Farms and back...with a 30 to 40 minute stop at the farms for treats or a tour.  Those leave every hour on the hour and the cost is 20 bucks per person.  The funds for the sleigh rides are split between Holdings Farms and the sanctuary all other funds stay with the sanctuary to go towards conservation programs and upkeep.  There is a paper with the different events right in front of you. Have a good day.”

“No fee for just using the paths for the day?”

“Nope.  If you need to rent snow shoes there is a tent behind the booth.”

Sebastian smiled as he left the opening labeled info and walked to the other side of the booth, which was filled with two other young women who were serving hot drinks and food.  There were benches and logs set so people could sit to put on show shoes and...ice skates?  Sebastian looked over to the large field past the logs and saw a large rustic ice rink and past that set of benches and several stools.

“Finn Hudson, if you are not going to actually join me out here, go the fuck home!”

Sebastian turned to the voice yelling.

Kurt Hummel was yelling...a Kurt Hummel Sebastian hadn't ever dreamed of seeing.  The other boy had on normal jeans. In fact Sebastian was pretty certain they were LL Bean Flannel Lined, like his own...relaxed fit, if Sebastian wasn't mistaken. Kurt had on Sorels and a down filled winter coat in dark green, and a normal stocking cap and normal plaid scarf and completely normal mittens!  He looked like a boy. A screaming furious boy but a boy none the less.

“But Kurt...Blaine said not to let you go do anything.”

“If Blaine wants a say in anything I do then Blaine should not have canceled our date for the sixteenth time this MONTH!  He hasn't taken me out or done anything with JUST ME since I gave in and slept with him!  So Blaine can just go screw himself and probably whoever he ditched me for...again.  I am going snow shoeing, screw you all.”

“I'm telling your dad.”

“Go ahead.  I am exactly where I am supposed to be, I was just supposed to be here with Blaine, who didn't even have the manners to call and cancel our date...instead just waited until I called him when he was 2 hours late to see what was up.  I have missed the last four weeks, Finn.  I have been trying to get here to go hiking for FOUR WEEKS. I am going today.  Now, you can join me or go home.  But if the word Blaine comes out of your mouth while you are near me for the rest of the weekend...I will ruin you.”

“But Blaine said...”

“Finn, I will show your mother your porn collection and all the sites you visit on line.  And then I will show Rachel, Quinn and Santana.  And I'll let Brittany see them.  And she has no filter.  Your quirky enjoyment of people fucking food and fucking while covered with food and fucking through things like pizzas will make it around the whole STATE!”

Finn turned so pale Sebastian could see if difference from where he was standing and reversed out of the parking lot so fast he left tire marks.

Kurt stomped over to his huge black SUV and pulled out a pair of wooden snowshoes and a backpack and poles.

He turned and slammed his vehicle's door shut.

Sebastian was slightly startled at the glare still on Kurt's face and even more surprised when it softened just a tiny bit at seeing him.

“Well, at least Blaine isn't off fucking you. Although, I can't decide if I am now more upset and worried or less. I thought it was you because all I've heard since scandals is 'Sebastian this and Sebastian that and Sebastian says....'.  But now I'm wondering if he is just using you as his shield since I had such a visceral reaction to you and gave him an easy avatar to place in front of whatever he is actually doing that I could happily hate on and worry about.”

“Why did you react so strongly?”

“Do you recall your conversation?”

Sebastian shook his head. “Not really.  I was hitting on him and he was dodging it without really saying no.”

“Exactly.  He had finally mentioned a boyfriend and you said it didn't matter at all to you if it didn't bother him.”

“Finally?” Sebastian asked.

“I had been at the Lima Bean since before you two got there helping one of the AV kids with a mechanical issue on a cart thing they were trying to build.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh.  I also knew he had met you at Dalton, more than once and you were texting and talking to each other.  Blaine might have ignored that I made friends there, but I didn't loose them all when I left, no matter how much Blaine tried to make sure I did.  Inside info and all that jazz.”

“Look.  I'm sorry about that.  I mean, most of what I said doesn't work today anyway.  I guess...from what I saw that day and heard from the Warblers, I would have never guessed you'd be out here or anywhere that didn't involve makeup, girly clothing, and creature comforts.”

“I am the son of a mechanic from Ohio.  I've worked on cars pretty much since I could hold a tool, before I could walk...and I hunt and fish and camp and whatnot. Now, I do fish and hunt only because my dad asks it...I am not found of killing animals and I don't  like most river and lake fish. Halibut is lovely, most trout taste like mud.  But...I like outdoor activities.  Besides...scarfs and other knit items and sweaters.”

Sebastian laughed and Kurt smiled.

“Are you trying to tell me I wasn't as off in my call as I thought?”

Kurt shrugged.    “What are YOU doing here?  This doesn't seem YOUR type of thing.  No Caviar or Champagne or servants waiting on you hand and foot.”

“I picked up snow shoeing in France a few years ago.  I like it and cross country skiing better than downhill. I saw the flier for the paths here at the sanctuary at the Lima Bean and thought this could be where I practice my 'not really posh enough for most Dalton kids' hobby.”

Kurt laughed.  “And see. I figured snowshoeing would be right up their alleys. It is 'too fancy' for McKinley kids.  Except Sam...he wants to learn.”

“He here?”

“Nah, had a family thing he needed to attend with his folks.  Apparently not everyone in his extended family know he moved back here and they are trying to keep it that way.  I don't ask.”

“So, you've been here before?”

“Yes.  I spent about every other weekend out here last year and the year before.”

“Mind company?”

“Can you be as not atrocious as you are currently?”

“I'll do my best.  Can I tease you if you say something way gay or girly?”

“As long as it is not about my being or person.  I cannot help my voice or face.   And I no longer look like a 12 yr old milkmaid, but that is still feeling like a recent development, so yeah...a bit sensitive on some things.”

“Fair enough.  I did live in France and I am not back by choice for the most part so honestly, if I say anything about Europe or such today at least, it's because I miss it- not to be pretentious.”

“I think we can handle a truce for a while then.” Kurt said.  “Do you have a preference to which path we take?”

“I haven't been out in nearly a year.” Sebastian said.

“We'll take the far left path. It is just over a ¼ a mile, ending at an overlook over a shallow lake which birds flock to. Very flat and mild.  So, a half mile to the end and back, a good start for getting back into things.  If we still want some time out we can do the one next to it as well.”

Sebastian smiled and nodded.

Kurt was a surprisingly pleasant companion for snow shoeing.  They had about the same taste in how quickly to move.  Kurt was packing a camera and sketchbook, but he only asked to stop long enough for a few quick sketches three times and her took photos pretty much while on the move.

Their conversations quickly turned to Dalton classes -Sebastian was taking several that Kurt had taken the year before- and teachers each liked and didn't like and other students.  Sebastian had gotten the impression from Blaine and a lot of the more vocal Warblers that Kurt had kept to himself totally other than Blaine and Kurt's questions and comments and answers spoke volumes towards a different tale of his time at Dalton.   Kurt asked about students Sebastian knew had nothing to do with the Warblers, like Leo from the French club and Phillip from the Debate Team.

As they came to the overlook and end of the path, Sebastian was drawn to the views and sights.

“It's lovely, isn't it.  Every season here is lovely.” Kurt said, taking off his snowshoes and climbing the steps to the overlook.   “This path ends here, but the third path down leads to the boardwalk area you can see across the way. The next path loops in between the two paths, traveling along a stream for a while---with a set of wooden footbridges and several picnic areas.  Then the middle path and the ones to the right of it go off towards the marsh area on the far side of the forest area and then off towards Holdings Farms and the larger deeper lake.  Most are a mile and a half or longer.  The path that loops is ¾ a mile, and the far end of the boardwalk is a full mile and a ¼ away.  All are pretty flat, at most rolling type terrain, but not terribly open...although I've never had a problem with snowshoes made for flat open terrain, because they are all well maintained paths.”

Sebastian joined him at the top, leaning on the railing and looking out over the shallow lake. “Is the ice skating rink well maintained?”

Kurt turned to Sebastian and beamed at him.

“It is decent.  Weekends are better for ice-skating.  And Wednesday afternoons, because the Lima's Pee Wee Skate Club has meetings Wednesday starting at 1pm and going until 4:30 and the group that maintains the rink always lays down good ice for them.”

“Would I have company if I asked?” Sebastian asked softly. “I have enjoyed hiking with you.”

Kurt smiled. “You might have to endure Sam sometimes as well.”

Sebastian shrugged.  “I wouldn't mind.  I could use more down to earth acquaintances.”

“Acquaintances?”

“Well, I think I need to hang out a bit more and get to know people a bit more before leaping willy nilly into friendship stage for anyone.  It seems to bite me in the ass when I don't.  Not to mention I have a  bad habit of jumping to conclusions about people too often by not getting more of the bigger picture.”

Kurt smiled. “I can work with acquaintances for a while.  Mind working towards friends?”

Sebastian smiled. “I don't. You are surprising down to earth.  I expected more...high maintenance and flamboyancy in everything.”

Kurt laughed.  “I can be high maintenance. And I am a bit flamboyant.  I do like unusual clothing. I like vests and things around me neck, like ascots and ties and scarves. I like jewelry.  I do sing girl songs...but I sing everything, when I can.  I don't want you to start off looking for something you won't get.”

“And I do like to play the field. And I am spoiled rich kid without much connection to the real world.”

Kurt smiled.  “Oddly enough, I am generally fine with both those things.   Heck, unless you are being truly horribly nasty and mean, I'm even OK with snark for the most part.”

Sebastian laughed. “I would hope so, you are probably as snarky as I am.”

“To some.  I have to rein it in most of the time though.  Finn doesn't understand it and whines to his mom and my dad about me being mean and Blaine gets irate if I snark too much and Santana starts to get her feathers ruffled and acts out violently. I get tossed into lockers more when she gets testy.”

“Tossed into lockers?  Like stuffed into them or...”

“Thrown against them, now at least. I used to be picked up and stuffed in them but I finally grew too big by the middle of 8th grade.  Although when I say tossed into the dumpsters, I do mean put into them.  That hasn't happened much for the last twp years...I grew 6 inches over the end part over 10th grade and the summer between 10th and 11th.  It was too hard for them to get me into the dumpsters to make it worth while.”

“And you didn't stay at Dalton?” Sebastian asked horrified.

“Despite the general story of my leaving Dalton, the reason was because the 6 months emergency financial aid was going to be over before school was finished and I could not afford to stay without it.  Going as long as I did caused several financial issues as it was.  So I left when I did so I could start McKinley again when the 4th quarter started. I finished all my classes at Dalton remotely, so I got credits from those as well.  It shouldn't have been such an issue...but my dad had been sick right before I had to go to Dalton, and then he married Carole..like the weekend before I ended up at Dalton, but she and Finn could NOT live in the house we had -not enough room for Finn to have without sharing with me- so we had to get a new house...and they went insane with that, and holidays, which the least said about those last year the better.   And just the growing pains of combining families and such...money was very tight for a bit...at least for me.”

“And that isn't the commonly known reason you left Dalton?”

Kurt snorted. “Blaine convinced the Warblers I left so I could go to nationals with New Directions. He convinced several teachers that regardless of what the Headmaster said, I left because I was having too hard a time with the classes and was terrified I was going to fail. He convinced my old roommate I left because I hated Posh people and missed my friends.  And he half convinced the counselor I left because I was desperate to be around people who were my sort of people and the wealth displayed at Dalton made me feel ashamed of myself  and potentially suicidal due to the fact I could never hope to achieve it or live in that type of world. Luckily I met with him six more times after leaving Dalton and so could assure him I did not feel any of those things ever and I was OK being back at McKinley...not safe, but not as in danger as before.”

Sebastian snorted.  “No one but Jeff every said anything about why you left...or  why you were there...only that you 'stole' Blaine.  Jeff said he thought one of the reasons you left was you worried about your dad and missed him...and you missed your job. And then Thad told Jeff he was silly, you couldn't have had a job, you were in school.  Even I have held jobs while in school before, Thad is the one that is ridiculous.”

“What did you do?”

Sebastian smiled. “I worked in the mail room at my Uncle's Law firm last summer, and in France I worked at a place which did art and music classes for kids during the summers, half day...I was done by noon.”

“Did you enjoy it?  I volunteered at the Lima Summer Musical Theater Camp once I was too old to participate, until last summer and the summer before.  I also work at the garage.  I have been doing that since forever.”

“So what, you like fix cars?” Sebastian asked.

“I do. I'm trying to get my certification to do more body work and work on big vehicles now.”

“Ok, so that just overwrote all other images of you.”

Kurt laughed. “We should probably head back, but...would you like to meet up next weekend?”

“I would.  Could we skate as well?”

“I own figure skates.  They are black, but they are figure skates.”

“And?  That is what I have as well. Is that not the norm?”

“Nope, not with anyone I know.  Finn won't let me go with any of the glee club guys when they go skating because I have girly skates and not manly skates...i.e. hockey skates.

“What about Blaine?”

“Blaine told me he doesn't skate...or do anything like that.” Kurt held up his hand as Sebastian went to talk. “I know Blaine is lying, I'm hoping he will tell me why one of these times he refuses.”

Sebastian nodded.  He turned and headed back down to the path.  Kurt joined him.  They sat on the steps and put their snowshoes back on.

On the way back towards the parking lot they talked about musicals they enjoyed, movie and stage and what they would like to see.  They talked about what they liked to sing and a shared lack of faith and religion, who their favorite artists to listen to were and who their folks' favorites were.  The conversation went from music to museums and local oddity spots and other places that needed to be seen.

Sebastian was shocked at how much he felt the end of the path had come just too soon.

“Could we exchange numbers?” Kurt asked, paused right by the exit of the path to the open area that led to the parking lot.

Sebastian smiled. “Yes. Definitely. And you'll call or text?”

Kurt smiled back. “Yes.  I've had fun.  This could be a very good thing, I think.”

“It already is.” Sebastian said. “And you'll be free next week?”

“Definitely.  I'm actually already looking forward to it.”

“And...would you be willing to other things?  Like a museum?”

“Yes.  I'd love to have someone who'd enjoy a museum with me.”

“Great.”

“Think we can move past acquaintances soon?” Kurt asked.

“Maybe to close acquaintances.  That would be a firm step.  I am sure close acquaintances do things together.”

Kurt smiled. “I am sure you are right.  One question before I head off?”

“Yes?”

“Lima Bean?  How should we act?”

“Snarky?”

Kurt smiled.  “Yes.  Yes, I can do snarky.  See you later, Sebastian.  Thank you.”

Sebastian watched Kurt scamper to his SUV and climb in.

He was looking forward to the coming week.  It felt good to think about indulging hobbies that he hadn't had a chance to in a while.  He wondered if Kurt would be up for an art museum and if he could convince Kurt to take him to the car museum he'd been talking about.  And if getting Blaine and Kurt broken up would be too much rocking the boat for his parents to handle.  Although, maybe he wouldn't really have to do much in that department after all...a little spying and asking around about where Blaine kept running off to, a little bit of hogging Kurt's time when Blaine canceled...and a bit of sharing of information.  He could keep his close acquaintance and not rock the boat too much at the same live and have someone, maybe even more than one someone, to live life with for a while.  Sebastian wondered which kid Sam was, before starting his car and heading out.  He sort of hoped it was the blond one who smiled a lot. He seemed like he might be the sort of cheerful type person Jeff was and Sebastian rather liked Jeff.  Maybe he should try more of this whole acquaintance thing...friend thing.

Author’s note: the other days are coming....slowly.