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Most people spoke of Sebastian Smythe as though they knew everything about him. He was well-known at Dalton, and not just for being the lead Warbler or lacrosse captain.
Sebastian had a reputation for being promiscuous, but whether or not he ever actually followed through on his flirtations had yet to be confirmed by a first-hand source. Some people thought he was all talk, others swore they had walked in on him blowing the hot French TA in a second floor bathroom stall.
Sebastian took a page from the Donald Trump PR handbook and just shrugged it off because, “As long as they’re still talking about you, it’s always good.”
And maybe he just would rather have them believe he was a man-eater, because the truth wasn’t any of their business.
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The day Sebastian stopped at the pharmacy, screaming toddler in tow, to pick up a prescription for his son’s double ear infection and ran into none other than Kurt Hummel, he was frozen in shock. The only words ever to leave Sebastian’s mouth in Kurt’s presence had been jabs at his femininity and passes at his boyfriend. He was sure his secret would be out after that encounter.
But Kurt made a promise and kept it. And for once, when he thought about Sebastian Smythe, putting all the pieces together, this actually made sense.
That sweet, innocent child provided all the love he could ever need, so what would Sebastian need a relationship for? He was busy, with little time or energy to focus on another person’s happiness. His son came first.
But Sebastian was, of course, a teenage boy. He had physical needs. Luckily he had parents who understood that his daily life was beyond strenuous, and were happy to let him go out on the weekends once the toddler went to bed. Heck, sometimes they even helped out the next morning if Sebastian had stayed out especially late.
And today it was finally Friday. Sebastian sighed as he looked down at his precious little boy, eyes closed with long lashes spread, lips parted with breaths narrowly entering and exiting, blonde waves of hair sticking every which way. He smiled, kissing his son’s forehead cautiously, as to not wake him, before making his way out the door for another night on the town.