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sebastian smythe, lacrosse legend and will have his dick up your ass in no time flat. not even remotely interested in you.

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Blaine had never seen a fight firsthand before, especially not one in his honor. The way Sebastian moved with finesse and precision was a sight to see. He was his defender; his savior. He struggled to suppress a laugh at the way Azimio’s arm twisted like a pretzel. There was no struggle; Sebastian had him pinned to the table with no hope of escape. And he took note of how handsome his hero looked despite the tousled hair and the way his chest heaved.

He couldn’t hear Azimio’s forced apology. He was too lost in the brave act of chivalry committed on his behalf. He nodded towards the jock, not willing to voice an acceptance in light of his insincerity.

He tucked himself into Sebastian’s side as he guided him from the lunch room. Any other time he’d be anxious to have all eyes on him, but in this moment, he felt on top of the world. Sebastian had staked his claim. He was his now and nobody in the school would dare touch him. Unless they wanted the bones inside their arm to turn to mush.

Finally, he had a chance to breathe and process what just happened. He gave the boy an appreciative look as he wiped away remnants of potato from the battlefield. With a shy smile, he looked up into Sebastian’s eyes and sighed. “Thank you,” he paused and shook his head. “You were awesome in there. Like my knight in shining armor or something.”

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For a moment, when their eyes met, Sebastian’s lips curled into a slight smile. He wasn’t being feared or mocked in that moment, and at McKinley, those always seemed to be the only two options for him. To be looked at with admiration instead - that was something strange and slightly wonderful. 

But then Blaine opened his mouth again. Sebastian scoffed. He missed the point, clearly. He hadn’t done this for Blaine - it wasn’t about protecting him. It was about respect, letting the football boys know who was in charge. Sebastian was in charge. Like he was some subservient savior to this nerd? That wasn’t happening.

His hand moved, one hand leaning against the wall and closing the distance between them with a cocky smirk curling on his lips.

“Knight? I’m the goddamn king here, kiddo.” 

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He didn’t see a point in sitting in silence when he could do that in a stall by his lonesome sans Azimio’s lingering stare. He heeded Sebastian’s words, taking them as advice rather than a threat. Their legs brushed under the table and he blushed as he picked at his lunch and thought back to the kiss they’d shared in the hallway earlier that day.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a tater tot bounced off Blaine’s cheek followed by a lump of mashed potatoes that covered the lens of his glasses. He sat in shock for a moment and tears welled in his eyes in embarrassment at how ridiculous he probably looked. He felt a lump in his throat and a tinge of a panic at the prospect of letting everyone see him cry. He feared every person at that table, even Sebastian, and he was not capable of defending himself.

He removed his glasses and attempted to wipe the potatoes away with a napkin. This would be the last time he sat at the “cool kids” table. He should’ve known better than to attempt to fit in any way.

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As Blaine reached for his tray, Sebastian found himself frowning. He considered telling him to stay, but that moment of disloyalty would only be highlighted to the rest of the team. He didn’t turn as he started to walk away, though when he saw a lump of something white fly by, he could feel his blood boiling. Sebastian didn’t have to look at Blaine to see that it had landed - instead, he turned, finding Azimio with a spoon poised. 

Sebastian lunged.

Where Azimio was wide, Sebastian had height. Where Azimio had the brute strength of a linebacker, Sebastian had the dexterity of a QB. When Azimio swiped at him, it took little effort to sidestep, grabbing the other boy’s wrist and twisting his arm behind him. Within a few seconds, Sebastian had Azimio pinned, his arm locked behind his back, bent over the table. His appearance was more disheveled than it was before - but he smiled almost pleasantly. 

“Azimio, how about you apologize?”

A curse out of Azimio’s lips made Sebastian tighten his grip, making Azimio wince. Finally an apology tumbled out, and Sebastian’s smile grew tightly. 

“Let me make this clear, to all of you.” His eyes focused on each member of the table as he spoke, quiet but still able to be heard. The lunchroom had gone silent, after all. “Touch him, and I will ruin you.”

With a twist, he could have broken Azimio’s arm. But Sebastian knew he needed him. And chances are he would get hit hard when Azimio dropped his guard at the next game as payback. But it didn’t matter. Sebastian let go. He grabbed his bag as he made towards the lunchroom door, grabbing Blaine as he did. With his arm around his shoulders, he got them down the hall before he stopped. 

Turning to Blaine, he sized him up. He pulled the sleeve of his letterman jacket down, wiping away a bit of mashed potato that had remained. “At least it wasn’t creamed spinach day.” He muttered, expression serious despite how flushed he looked. 

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Blaine had every intention of taking his lunch tray to the boy’s bathroom and eating in a stall alone as he’d done on the first day of school. No point in trying to find a friend to sit with; he had none. Even if he did, associating with the wrong crowd in the lunchroom would only put an even larger target on his back. He skillfully navigated his way through the throngs of students who were far too excited at the prospect of tater tot day.

His eyes scanned the lunch room, landing on Sebastian who he’d caught staring at him. He doubted he’d want him sitting with him in front of the whole school. He moved as fast as his little legs would take him, tray in hand as he scurried for the exit in an attempt to avoid the hectic lunch rush.

A booming and dominant male voice stopped him dead in his tracks. There was silence. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and his face went red in embarrassment. He was comfortable with all eyes on him at his violin recitals, but this was a different story. With a lump in the back of his throat, he turned on his heels and sauntered over to the jocks’ table.

He surveyed the faces of the other Titans. Karofsky’s glare threatened him enough that he was nervous to sit down, but then he caught a glimpse of Sam’s. The boy’s small smile was sympathetic and welcoming. He averted his eyes to a table of Cheerios; he wasn’t sure if they were more jealous or surprised that he was Sebastian’s latest conquest. The kiss he and Sebastian had shared that morning inspired him. He puffed up his chest, shrugged off the girls with a casual roll of his eyes, and took the seat left for him at the end of the bench.

He went about his normal routine, opening up his small carton of chocolate milk and taking a swig. It was the ultimate pick-me-up after a morning of back to back classes. He glanced over at Sebastian with an appreciative look. It was a welcome change to sit in an actual chair during lunch time rather than on a toilet seat. He figured now was a good time for casual small talk. “How was class?“

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Some of the TItans snickered as Blaine sat down. It was a running joke between most of them, Sebastian’s preferences. While most of them took on girlfriends from the Cheerios and tormented the nerd of their choice, Sebastian tended to combine the two. The exception was Sam, who usually only winded up dating on of the cheerleaders on the side. And Karofksy - who Sebastian knew secretly wished he could do what Sebastian did. The few hookups they’d had made that clear. 

Sebastian vaguely wondered if the other boy was jealous. He didn’t really care. 

Their hips pressed together as Blaine sat next to him. He grabbed the bottle of water in front of him, but swallowed when Blaine turned to him for small talk. It was the wrong move - at the end of the table, Azimio and Rutherford leaned in together, exchanging snickers. Sebastian glanced at Blaine, frowning ever so slightly. 

“It was fine.” Sebastian muttered, but then leaned in a little closer to the boy. “At this table, don’t speak unless I speak to you.” Kissing him before had clearly been a mistake - Blaine thought they were chummy. They weren’t - especially not surrounded by his teammates. He had to control the situation. He could already see Azimio plotting. These fuckers would jump on anything. 

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The lunchroom was a jungle. Or a prison. Either metaphor worked. It was divided into factions, some more deadly than the other. In the jungle setting, the jock’s tables were the lion’s den. They were rowdy, and fights of dominance were common. But Sebastian was the alpha male, and it was still early on in the semester. So he wouldn’t be having it. 

Already, he could fell that Karofsky was getting antsy. Maybe it was because he had already picked his pray, or maybe Karofsky was simply was still stuck in his closet with a bad pair of blue balls. Either way, Sebastian didn’t like the shifty look in his eyes the moment that Blaine entered the lunch room. Sebastian frowned, already seated with his tray in front of him. His eyes followed him, and he could feel Karofsky’s too. Seated next to him, Sebastian turned, eyeing him with an even look. 

With a swipe of his hand, Sebastian knocked Karofsky’s tray further down the table. Karofsky glared, but moved over. Sebastian stared at Blaine for a moment, then moved so that a small spot was left next to him at the end of the bench. 

“Sit down, Anderson.” He ordered, loud enough to be heard across the room. The cafeteria grew quiet. Sebastian had made his claim in front of the school. 

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Blaine did his best to mask his disappointment as Sam nearly scurried down the hall following Sebastian’s order. It wasn’t solely because the blond was nice to look at, although that was a definite plus, he just didn’t want to be alone with Sebastian. After their encounter in the hall yesterday, he’d been dreading having to face him again on his own. His power, his bravado, and even his height intimidated Blaine. He made him very nervous, perhaps even more so than walking between classes with the fear of being hit by a slushie at any given moment.

As they arrived at Sebastian’s classroom, he made deliberate eye contact with him. Perhaps if he looked fear in the eyes it would be easier to cope with or overcome it. His nose scrunched at Sebastian’s implication that getting his ass ripped might be the least bit pleasurable; it didn’t sound ideal to Blaine. His ears perked at yet another set of instructions. They just kept coming, he wondered why the guy hadn’t just written a manual for him to study.

He felt a blush creeping across his cheeks and a warmth taking over his chest. Was he excited at the prospect of Sebastian kissing him again? The forceful peck on his lips the day prior was hard and quick, but definitely left an impression on him. He recalled the spark he felt as he took a step forward and searched the jock’s eyes. It was the first time he noticed just how green they were; he swore he could get lost in them if he wasn’t careful. He took a breath, hesitant at first, and stood on his tippy toes to plant a gentle kiss on the other boy’s lips.

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Blaine was apparently far easier than Sebastian had originally thought. He wondered, as a somewhat chaste kiss pressed against his lips, if he could have him bent over a bench in the locker room a week from now. Probably, if not a week and a half. The kiss was cute, endearing nearly as much as the blush had been on his cheeks. But Sebastian didn’t want endearing. 

Sebastian’s hand immediately trailed up to Blaine’s neck, fingers sprawling there. Claiming. A slight dig was all he indicated before the kiss deepened. Sebastian’s lips parted, his tongue licking at the boy’s bottom lip in an unwarranted attempt at entry. When satisfied with the attempt, Sebastian’s teeth grazed along Blaine’s bottom lip - a nip, not enough to really hurt. More for shock factor, if anything.

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His other hand fell away, slipping into his bag while he had Blaine distracted. The bowtie emerged. Slipping his hand around Blaine’s waist, he slipped it into his back pocket, then rested firmly on the curve of his ass. He prolonged the kiss a few more moments before he pulled back, smirk firmly etched on his lips. 

“Better. Now go to class.”

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Blaine flinched at the near contact with Karofsky. The jock was so much larger than him, a mere shoulder check might have triggered tears. But he had not laid a finger on him and Blaine knew he had Sebastian to thank for that. He wondered what it would be like to have that kind of power and control. He had everyone in the school under his command and catering to his every whim. He must feel untouchable.

He felt a lump forming in his throat as Sebastian tugged on his bow tie. It was one of his favorites and seeing it treated so roughly forced him to bite his tongue. But he couldn’t speak up against the injustice; he had gone mute. Watching it disappear into Sebastian’s bag, he knew it was likely he would never see it again.

The mental notes kept racking up; darker roast, no pink, bio is first period. Blaine was not sure how long he would be able to keep up with it all. He mumbled a “yes sir,” and gave a small smile to Sam, unsure if the boy would be following as he fell into step with Sebastian.

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Sebastian eyes narrowed as Karofsky passed Blaine - the flinch had been so obvious that he would have to bring the bigger boy down a peg or two at lunch. Scuffles for dominance were common among the football team, and there was little the staff could do to stop it. It was easier to simply let the boys sort things out themselves. Sam was easier - good for a quick laugh and the occasional dick sucking, if nothing else. That, and he didn’t feel the need to flex for dominance as much as Karofsky did. 

But that didn’t stop Sebastian from dismissing him as they left. “Get to class, Sam.” It wasn’t so much as a threat as an order, and the blond took off in the opposite direction, towards his next class. Sebastian walked, noticing the patter of feet behind him. Good. He was learning to follow at least. He’d probably be easy enough to break. 

He paused outside of his homeroom, turning back to Blaine. “Here’s the deal. If Karofsky so much as looks at you the wrong way, his ass is ripped and not in the pleasant kinky way.” Sebastian looked past Blaine, down the hallway for a moment. “You’ll meet me at lunch today, outside the cafeteria. I recommend you being there on time - otherwise I won’t wait and you’ll be subjected to the jungle on your own.” His focus returned back to the boy, smirk appearing on his lips again. 

“Come here.” He said, though any more indication was only through the eyes, which looked hungry. 

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Sam and Karofsky were much larger than Blaine, both in height and build and he did his best to avoid eye contact with either of the jocks. That didn’t stop his eyes from lingering on Sam. He took note of how the blonde’s eyes lit up as he held out the coffee to Sebastian. Maybe he’d bring one for him next time too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t hurt to start kissing up to Sebastian’s friends. It might even further decrease his chances of being hit with a mid-afternoon slushie.

He should have pegged Sebastian as a dark roast drinker and he mentally scolded himself for making such a stupid decision to bring him the house blend. He accepted the textbook with hesitation, unsure of what to do with it. Was he expected to just lug Sebastian’s books around like a pack mule all day? Did he seriously have to trail after him from period to period waiting on him hand and foot?

His throat went dry, cheeks grew hot, and he just knew his ears had gone red. “Uh, I just watched a lot of bootleg Wicked videos last night,” a pause, “pink goes good with green.” He didn’t expect that Galinda quotation to land. He was only further making a fool of himself in front of Sebastian and the Titans.

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Karofsky snickered and Sam looked down. Without looking away from Blaine, Sebastian spoke in a sharp tone. “Karofsky, get to class before Sylvester breaks you into two.” The other boy stopped, looking annoyed, but pushed off the lockers. He nearly bumped into Blaine, but must have thought better of it. No one touched what was Sebastian’s. Not if they valued their lives. 

Sam lingered for longer. Sebastian reached forward almost lazily. His two fingers took the edge of the bowtie and slowly tugged. The unraveled under his hand, coming undone in a few short tugs. He considered just tossing it out, letting it rot in the trash where it belonged. Pink? It wasn’t exactly helping him in the slightest. Instead, he leaned in a little bit closer, pushing the untied bowtie back into his bag. 

“Better.” He stated, smirking slightly. “Don’t wear pink anymore. I don’t like it.” Slinging his own bag back over his shoulder, he moved away from the lockers. “Let’s go.”

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Day one of having to impress Sebastian and, of course, his alarm decided not to go off. He was running extremely late, and he’d barely even had the time to stop in at the Lima Bean and snag their coffees before the tardy bell. Huffing and entirely out of breath after navigating through the swarms of students making their way to homeroom, Blaine arrived at locker #156. 

Flustered, he took a moment to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose before extending a medium coffee to the jock. “Black. Two sugars. Just how you like it,” he offered with a meek smile, hoping politeness would ease the trouble he might be in for keeping Sebastian waiting. And perhaps the green suspenders and bright pink bow tie were cute enough to earn forgiveness.

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Sebastian didn’t enjoy being kept waiting, but if he was quite honest, he had forgotten the request that he had made the day before. Talking with Karofsky and Sam at his locker, the post-poned going to homeroom as they did nearly every morning. Football players had things easy - teacher were more lenient, less likely to hand out punishments if it meant upsetting The Beiste. It wasn’t until a coffee was literally extended into his line of view that he had recalled what he requested. 

Karofsky looked outwardly annoyed. Sam looked more jealous at the coffee. Sebastian ignored both of them. Without stealing Blaine more than a glance, he took a sip of the coffee. “Get the dark roast next time, I feel like I’m drinking Keurig swill.” He said by way of commenting. Coffee still in hand, he pulled a book from his locker, then tossed it at Blaine. “Take that, first period is Bio.” He turned back, going for another sip of his coffee, but the sight before him made him stop. 

Sebastian examined him - pink bow tie and all. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

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He nearly flinched at the other male’s touch, unsure of his movements. He still was in disbelief that the jock had propositioned him for sex. Sure, there was a first time for everything, but Blaine was convinced he would be lucky if he scored a coffee date with a decently attractive guy by graduation. Something about the situation did not set right with him at all. He needed to stay on his guard. The last thing he wanted was to be lured into some trap that would leave him with broken ribs or a dent in his jaw.

His breath hitched in his chest and he felt his heart thud faster as the cold metal of the locker pressed against the back of his neck. The hallway had cleared at this point; he would be late for his next class if the boy didn’t let him go soon. He cringed at the thought of being treated like some plaything - a sexual object for the jock’s own amusement. He was worth more than that and he knew it.

Still, Blaine considered the benefits of going along with it, at least for now. Avoiding the slushies had been his biggest accomplishment since arriving at McKinley. He saw the way the kids in glee club sulked off to the bathroom, shivering and teeth chattering after a morning ambush. Rumor had it the pain was the equivalent of getting slammed with 1000 needles. He cleared his throat and spoke up. “Um, what am I meeting you for?” A pause. “Sh-should I bring coffee,” he stammered.

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If Sebastian noticed the way that Blaine’s breath caught, or how his hand was against a heavily beating hard, he didn’t notice. And he certainly didn’t stop. It was something of a turn on, honestly. Excitement or fear, it really didn’t matter to him. This was just the social order of the school - alpha dogs were the predators and the rest were just prey. And Sebastian had an appetite that wasn’t as easily satiated as others. 

Sebastian paused, a thoughtful smile appearing on his lips. “Yeah, Frodo. Bring some coffee. I like mine black, two sugars.” Sebastian leaned back, looking pretty smug. The halls had emptied out, enough that Sebastian knew he’d get a scolding from Ms. Higgins when he actually got to Calculus. But hell, this would be worth it. After a paused, he leaned in again, grabbing the boy by the front of his shirt and kissing him. It was hard, but quick, and Sebastian was walking away towards his class only a few short seconds later. 

“Later, nerd.”

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Blaine only listened intently to the details the much taller boy gave him. If he was going to survive at this school it was best to start putting names to faces and get acquainted with how things ran around here. He glanced down the hall at the one called Karofsky, a much stockier Titan than the one in front of him. He scrunched his nose in distaste at the thought of him lounging in a recliner tapping out beats on his hairy beer gut. He had a hard time believing that the guy was on the down low, but he didn’t plan on asking him about it. He’d take his new “friend’s” word for it.

Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. The last thing he needed was a daily pummeling courtesy of a sexually repressed, closeted meathead. He couldn’t help but notice how nice the other male’s teeth were as he trapped him against the lockers. Why was he still blushing? ‘He’s clearly a threat to you, Blaine, stop drooling,’ he thought to himself as his fingers started to fiddle with the bottom of his sweater vest.

Nerd was kind of a new one. At his old school, people just went straight for “queer.” Was he a nerd? Sure, he was a straight-A student, and played piano and violin, and collected bow ties, and liked musical theatre, and comic books. Yeah, okay, so maybe he was a nerd. The glasses probably didn’t do him any favors. Next the guy would be calling him “four-eyes.” Blaine looked on in horror as the jock described the way the Titans paraded around McKinley. It was awful; did the administration really just turn a blind eye and let these bullies run rampant?

His eyes shot up at the utterance of his final words. The blush had deepened to a whole new level of red and his voice got caught in the back of his throat on his first attempt at speaking. “Y-you want to have sex with me,” he stammered. Blaine was obviously a virgin and had never even had a boyfriend before. This kind of attention was not something he knew how to handle.

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“You know, I was starting to worry that you were hard of hearing.” The comment was snide, obviously poking fun at the other boy. From the obvious redness of the kid’s cheeks, it was obvious that he had the boy flustered. Up against the ropes, that’s how Sebastian liked them. His hand moved, so that his thumb brushed against the boy’s jawline, a smile playing there. Sebastian Smythe took what he wanted, and then made others think that was what they wanted to. It was what he was good at. 

His other hand came up to the boy’s chest, pushing him back until he was pressed against the locker. “You’re cute for a giant dork, and from the look of it, you have a decent ass. You’re an upgrade from the kid I picked last year, and I don’t take anything but the best.” He leaned in, until his face was practically pressed up against the boy’s. 

“I would ask what you think abou tit, but honestly? I don’t care. So here’s what we’re going to do. My locker is 156. You’re gonna meet me there bright and early tomorrow morning. In return, I make sure Azimio doesn’t cover that cute little head of yours with lime slushie.” He leaned back, smiling brightly.

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Although this boy was the first person to pay him any mind, he wasn’t sure if that was so much a blessing as a curse. There was an inexplicable level of tension between them and Blaine felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Something about the situation felt all too familiar - cornered against his locker, nobody paying attention to them as the other male inched closer and closer, and Blaine left with nowhere to run. He appreciated the guy for making an effort, but he hated the way he looked him up and down as if he were a shiny new toy in the store.

The flush on his cheeks only deepened as he glanced down at his feet in embarrassment when he realized the other male didn’t find him funny at all. Not a good sign when determining if someone was a friend or foe. Blaine had developed incomparable instincts when it came to this kind of thing and his body encouraged him to get out of this situation as soon as possible. But there the guy was, taking another step forward, treating Blaine as if he were his prey.

He looked up from his feet and felt his throat go dry at the sight of the boy’s grin. This day had gone from a bad dream to a nightmare in a matter of seconds. “Bears?” He wasn’t entirely sure what the guy was on about. “Sorry, I’m not following.”

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“Bears.” Sebastian repeated, gesturing to where Karofsky stood down the hall talking to Azimio. “Hairy, muscular, usually with someone of a beer gut. They’re usually into twinks, but Karofsky is so stuck in the closet that he’s still trying to get dates with cheerleaders.” Sebastian’s voice was knowing, spouting out information that probably wasn’t relevant to the boy in front of him - hell, he probably didn’t even know who Karofsky was, but alienation was always a good game to play. Making people uncomfortable was the nature of Sebastian’s tactic. 

Teeth flashed in an almost threatening smile. “Lucky enough, I spotted you first. Karofsky probably just would have pummeled you in order to get out that sexual aggression of his. Me, I’m much less of a sadist.” Sebastian leaned forward, his hand resting on the locker next to the other boy’s head, just above his shoulder. 

“So, you’re new, nerd. Understandable, you don’t know how McKinley works yet. See, freshmen and newbies, they get claimed. The football team, well, they’re bad at releasing all of their anger out on the football team. So they pick some poor meek little nerd to pick on - the usual stuff. Slushies to the face, the occasional swirly or dumpster dive. But me? I’m much more benevolent.” Sebastian’s expression was one of pure narcissism. “I just fuck them.”

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He knew he should have taken his parents up on their offer to enroll him at Dalton Academy. For one, he would be wearing the required blazer and slacks combo instead of the cardigan and bow tie get up he had chosen to rock on his first day in Hell. Even if he did detest the standard neck tie they required at the private school, it would be ten times more bearable than the judgmental glances he had received throughout his first three periods. These kids wouldn’t know fashion if it hit them square in the face. At least, that’s what Blaine told himself.

Transitioning into high school was hard enough, but having to transition without the few friends he had managed to make in middle school was even harder. He wasn’t zoned for McKinley, but following an incident at a Sadie Hawkins dance the year prior his parents decided it was best for him to leave his bullies behind. So, here he was totally friendless and the back to school outfit he had laid out the night before with pride and care served only as a beacon to attract his peers’ mockery and stares.

After struggling with the combination a couple of times, he finally got his locker to open. As he retrieved the textbooks for his final few classes, he heard the hallway go silent. He glanced around his shoulder and saw students clearing the way for a regular pack of meatheads as far as Blaine could tell. Unaware of what the big deal was, he settled on checking himself in his mirror. The gel still held his curly locks in place despite the stress of the day and he fixed his bow tie so it sat straight on his collar before pushing his glasses up from the edge of his nose. His heart sank for a moment as he heard an unfamiliar voice - the first person to talk to him all day - and he turned with a bashful blush on his cheeks.

He was speechless. Not only because he hadn’t spoken all day and thought he might have forgotten how to, but also because the boy standing in front of him was attractive. He looked around to double check that he was actually talking to him before responding. “Me? Lucky? I haven’t put my name in for a raffle or anything. And I don’t play the lottery.”

Smooth, Blaine. Really smooth.

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Sebastian had an eye for these sorts of things - almost immediately, his eyes locked on flushed cheeks. As though even the tiniest bit of attention had already had this kid blushing. This was going to be too easy, especially when Sebastian had so much experience like this already. The kid was staring - Sebastian didn’t blame him. He knew he was two things - hot and intimidating. And really, he was gunning on the kid finding him to be both. 

The moment words tumbled out of his mouth, Sebastian found himself rolling his eyes. “Do I look like I’m about to whip out a big check?” His tone was biting, and the lack of amusement there was obvious. He took a step forward, so that if he tried to escape, a quick step to either side would block him. Those football reflexes were important, after all. 

“You’re new, huh? So you don’t know.” Sebastian’s grin grew wider, knowing. “Really, you’re lucky. I got to you before Karofsky did, and unless you’re into bears, you probably wouldn’t want to be his for the rest of the year.”

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The first day of classes was similar to the running of the bulls - not because it was a mad and angry dash for safety, but rather, it established both power and authority. Freshmen had only heard rumors, but Sebastian was more than familiar with the concept. The running of the bulls proved who was top dog, who deserved to be looked at in awe. And at McKinley, the first entry of the football team for the semester was looked on with reverence, admiration, and of course, fear. 

This was where the players chose their victims for the year - who would be the object of their torment in particular. And as Sebastian searched, he kept his eyes sharp. His victim of the year was always a special breed. Where his fellow players were looking for someone to bully, Sebastian had a special nuggets of sexual sadism in his heart. 

So when he saw the sheen of a gelmet and - god, were those glasses or a lighthouse reflection? - Sebastian knew he had his prey. Nudging Karofsky almost knowingly, Sebastian tilted his head towards the student saying simply, “Mine.” He ignored Karofsky’s little chuckle - the other player could turn off even the horniest of teenagers - and sauntered over, smirk playing on his lips.

“Congratulations, nerd. Today is your lucky day.”

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