No Place In My Heart [Sebastian]

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Usually whenever thinking about Sebastian, Kurt usually only got slightly annoyed, and just wanted to snap at the kid. But right now? Kurt was more than livid. He really just wanted to hurt him more than ever. But he knew that wouldn't be good. Stooping to Sebastian's level wouldn't solve anything -- it would probably just make things worse. He was..grateful for what Santana did, by sneaking a tape recorder in her .... underboob.

Even though he didn't get Sebastian back at all, Kurt still felt like he couldn't just let Sebastian go off without being punished. Kurt wasn't really that mad that the slushie he threw seemed to be for him -- he was mad that Sebastian threw it at Blaine, and didn't even seem to care that Blaine might end up blind in his right eye because of the stupid rock salt trick. Why did he even put it in there in the first place..? Did Sebastian really hate him that much?

Earlier on in the week, to finally resolve this problem, Kurt sent Sebastian a message after getting contact details from one of the other Warblers. At the moment, Kurt couldn't remember who it was. In his almost dazed with anger stage, Kurt only registered on their uniform. Anyways, Kurt managed to get Sebastian's contact details, and told him to meet him in the common rooms after Warbler practice on Friday. Kurt remembered when they finished up, so he didn't need to bother double checking the time.

Walking into the common room, Kurt immediately thinks about the first time he met Blaine on the staircase, how he'd sung Teenage Dream here. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Kurt sighs, and sinks down into one of the armchairs. There would be time to reminiscence later, but now wasn't the time. He had to keep his mind focused on what he was going to say to Sebastian, playing the "script" of it in his head. Lightly drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair, Kurt looks up at the clock, eyes narrowing a little further with each minute that went past, and Sebastian wasn't showing up.

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MUSE:[/b] THE GIRL'S A STRAIGHT UP HUSTLER[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/url]
TAGS:[/b] SEBASTIAN
NOTES:[/b] It's kind of crap, but it'll improveee~[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Sebastian Sinclair Smythe *Awy]

When Sebastian had gotten the message from Kurt, he was a bit surprised. He didn't really get why Kurt would want to see him. He just attempted to slushie the kid in the face. Not just with any slushie but a rock salt slushie. Though Blaine had taken the slushie instead. That probably hadn't been his smartest idea but there was no taking it back now. Kurt probably hated his guts right now. That much he was sure of. Though the boy hadn't turned in the tape. In fact, Sebastian had the tape in his pocket. He hadn't known what to do with it. A sane person probably would have thrown the tape away but he carried it around with him. It was probably cause he felt guilty but not that he would let anyone see that.

Heading through the hallways where he was suppose to meet Kurt, he was taking his sweet time. Not really in any rush to get to whatever Kurt had planned for him. He really had no clue what to expect when he got to the common room. Cops or the head master? He did have the evidence just sitting in his back pocket. He could easily get in trouble for that and all this stuff. About ten minutes after the time he was suppose to meet Kurt, he strolled into the room. To what do I owe the pleasure, Hummel?

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TAGGED; Kurt
STATUS; Complete!
WORDS; 245
MUSE; SMOOTH CRIMINAL
NOTES; Hope this doesn't suck

[Kurt Edward Hummel [Away]]

Kurt knew that handing in the tape wouldn't make things any better. Blaine was still going to have to go for surgery after being almost blinded, and still got hit by that slushie ; Sebastian was going to live to be a douchebag another day; and Kurt was still going to hate Sebastian a hell of a lot. Also, he wanted Sebastian to realize what he did on his own.

Kurt glances at the clock, getting a little impatient. He wasn't sure what was talking Sebastian so long. Was he planning something to get back at Kurt? Was he planning something even worse for him because the slushie thing didn't go to plan? Kurt really didn't know and the longer Sebastian was taking the more paranoid Kurt was getting. Though, when he came, Sebastian seemed to be alone. He had nothing with him to suggest that he was going to plan an ambush or something similar. " To what do I owe the pleasure, Hummel?"

[/b][/i] Kurt folds his arm, scowling and raising his eyebrows at Sebastian as if to say "And where the hell have you been?" Sighing, Kurt looks over at him "Let's just cut the formalities, Smythe."[/b] He says shortly. "I don't like you, and I never will. Actually, I kind of hate you right now. Anyway. I brought you here, because we need to settle this. You need to be taught a lesson. So..."[/b], Kurt closes the door after walking over to it, leaning against it with his arms still folded. "Santana told me about your duel. I was figuring we could have one of our own."[/b]

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WORDS:[/b] 268
MUSE:[/b] THE GIRL'S A STRAIGHT UP HUSTLER[/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/url]
TAGS:[/b] SEBASTIAN
NOTES:[/b] This is actually one of the only good posts I've thrown up tonight.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]