Sebastian Smythe straightened the lapels of his jacket, muttering curses in French as he did so.
âWhy are we doing this again?â he asked, his tone clearly annoyed.
Hunter Clarington, Sebastianâs best friend and partner, just rolled his eyes and turned to look at Sebastian, while still concentrating on not crashing the car, which were currently moving through Ohio.
âThereâve recently been a strange suicide around here, it seemed like our kind of thingâ he explained, and Sebastian sighed.
âI know, but why are we in uniforms?â
Hunter smirked at that âWe need to blend in. Weâre the new students. Hunter and Sebastian Marshall, weâre stepbrothersâ he explained, and Sebastian rolled his eyes.
âWhy are we students? Why canât we be cops?â Sebastian whined, and Hunter shook his head.
âHow much do high school students trust cops?â
Sebastian didnât answer, part because Hunter was right, and part because they were at their destination.
Dalton Academy was a boarding school located in Westerville, Ohio. It was an all-boys school, known for its very strict anti-bullying policy and its glee club, an a capella group called the Warblers.
Hunter stopped the car and took a deep breath. Sebastian turned to look at him.
âWhoâs the poor bastard?â he asked, and Hunter found his folder for the case.
What Sebastian and Hunter did was a little⌠strange. Some people might even call it nuts, but they knew better.
Sebastian and Hunter were hunters of supernatural evil, demons, vampires, ghosts etc. etc., and they were working on a case.
Hunter found the newspaper cut-out and handed it to Sebastian, who began to read.
Dalton Academy have fallen victim for a pure tragedy. Late Wednesday was the student, Blaine Anderson, found death in his room at the prestigious boarding school. The act was presumably suicide, seeing as Blaine Anderson was found hanging from the pillars in the ceiling by his tie.
The young man was found by student Kurt Hummel, who has refused to speak with the press. His suicide confuses both Andersonâs family and friends, seeing as they all found him a very happy person.
âHe was always smiling. I donât think Iâve ever seen him upset or in a bad moodâ says Jeffrey Sterling, a close friend to the young Anderson.
âItâs such a shame. He was a great kid. Very popular and very bright tooâ says the principal of the Dalton Academy, Mr. Timothy Miller.
We have been unable to get a statement from Andersonâs family.
Dalton Academy faculty are now consideringâŚ
 Sebastian stopped reading, the rest wasnât important.
âWhy do you think this is our kind of thing?â he asked, handing the cut-out back to Hunter, who shrugged.
âThereâs just something fishy about itâ he said âWhy would a kid, who get great grades, friends and are the captain of one of the best show choirs in the country decide to hang himself? It just doesnât add up.
âAlso, he was hanging by his tie. Look at these tiesâ Hunter tugged a little in his own tie as he said it âTheyâre quite short. It would take a serious effort to hang yourself with itâ
Sebastian listened and nodded.
âYeah, youâre right. Wonât hurt to look into itâ he stated, and opened the car door âYou coming?â he said, as he left the car.
Hunter was right behind him, and together they walked towards the school.
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 âWell, Mr. and Mr. Marshallâ the principal, Timothy Miller, a tall balding man, said as he looked up from Sebastian and Hunterâs, fake, papers âIt is a pleasure to welcome you to Dalton Academyâ
âThe pleasure is ours, sir.â Hunter said; he was always the polite one. Mr. Miller smiled.
âOne of the school prefects will be here in a minute, he is going to show you to your rooms and will answer any questions you might haveâ
Hunter smiled politely again âThank you very much, sir.â
Mr. Miller was just about to say something, when the door to his office barged open, and a boy hurried inside the office.
âSorry Iâm late. Warbler practice dragged out and-ââKurt. Itâs fineâ
The boy, Kurt apparently, took a deep breath and turned towards Hunter and Sebastian âI guess you are the transfersâ he said, a polite smile on his lips âNice meeting you. I am Kurt Hummelâ
Sebastian took a second to really take in Kurtâs appearance. He was⌠Pretty, this was a surprise, most boys Sebastian had met was hot or sexy, not pretty. Kurt was, however, pretty. He had very pale skin, a tone that would seem unhealthy if it wasnât for the red glow on his cheeks, chestnut colored hair, and pretty blue eyes.
âHey Kurt, nice meeting you tooâ Hunter said, and dragged Sebastian out of his thoughts âI am Hunter Marshall, this is my stepbrother, Sebastian Marshallâ
Kurt shook their hands, the polite smile still on his lips.
âIâll be showing you to your rooms, so if youâll just follow meâ he said, and then left the office, a small strut in his walk.
Sebastian and Hunter quickly followed Kurt, not that they were afraid to get lost, but they had to keep up the act of new students.
âWhat are the Warblers?â Sebastian asked when they were a little away from the office.
âExcuse me?â Kurt said and looked at Sebastian, who just smiled.
âI asked, what are the Warblers? You mention something about Warbler practice, and I donât guess that youâre actually training Warblers around hereâ Kurt chuckled at that, and Hunter rolled his eyes, but didnât say anything.
âNo. Weâre not that poshâ Kurt said, and smiled âThe Warblers is the schoolâs glee club. A show choirâ
âAnd thatâs not gay at allâ Sebastian noted, receiving a death glare from the brunette. Whoops. Wrong joke.
âDo you have anything against gay people, Sebastian?â Kurt asked his tone icy. Hunter laughed and Kurt looked at him, death glare still in place.
âIâm sorry, Kurt. I didnât mean to laughâ he said, still chuckling âItâs just that-ââIâm gayâ
Kurt kinda stared at the two boys, his mouth taking the shape of a small âoâ, and then he blushed.
âIâm sorry. I didnât-âhe started out, but Sebastian broke him off, smiling âIt is okay. You couldnât knowâ
Kurt blushed again, and Sebastian found that he liked making Kurt blush. Wait, what? Sebastian Smythe didnât like to make boys blush, unless it was because they were aroused, that was just ridiculous.
He was dragged out his thoughts by Kurtâs voice.
âI guess Iâm still kinda defensive about it. It wasnât like they were that welcoming about it in old schoolâ
Sebastian looked at the boy with a worried expression, and was about to ask about when Kurt seemed to snap out of it.
âSo, this is your room, Hunterâ he said, his voice cheerful and polite again, as he stopped in front of a door âYour roommate is Jeffrey Sterling, called Jeff. He is very nice, but a little⌠energeticâ
Hunter didnât seemed fazed by this, and he retrieved his key from Kurt without comment âSee ya later, Huntâ Sebastian said, as Hunter unlocked the door to his room and went inside âSee ya later, Sebâ and the door fell shut.
Sebastian turned to Kurt, who was still looking at the door.
âShall we?â he said, and it seemed to startle Kurt, because he flinched. Sebastian chuckled a little.
âRelax; I am not going to hit you just because Hunter isnât hereâ
âI know. I just⌠Never mind, this wayâ and before Sebastian could even blink he was halfway down the hallway.
Sebastian hurried after him, a little confused by the boy.
He walked up on the side of the boy, and smiled at him, a smile that was only reluctantly returned.
âSo, I read about the Anderson boyâ Sebastian said, not really know why, but telling himself that it was because of the case âTragic, reallyâ
Kurt froze a little by the mention of Blaine Anderson, but he quickly snapped out of it, and continued walking.
âYeah, tragicâ he muttered, his voice undeniably sad.
âI read in the paper that you were the one that found him. Mustâve been terribleâ Sebastian continued, ignoring the obvious shift in Kurtâs mood.
âCan we not talk about it?â Kurt asked, his voice pleading. Sebastian looked at him.
âWhy? Were you close?â he asked, forcing an innocent tone into his voice. He knew that he was pushing, but he knew what he was doing. He had developed a talent for playing people so he could get things his way. A talent that was very well appreciated when they were on a job.
âYou could say thatâ Kurt snapped. He seemed to regret the words the second they left his mouth though, because he quickly added âHe was my boyfriendâ
âOhâ was all Sebastian could muster. That was⌠surprising. He didnât even know why he found it surprising, it should have made sense âIâm sorry?â he said, his tone questioning. This was weird. Sebastian usually knew just what to say to people, this freaked him out. Kurt sighed.
âItâs okay. You couldnât know, Iâm just kinda touchy about it, I guessâ he smiled, but his eyes still looked sad âWell, this is your room. Youâre going to be rooming with me, hope thatâs okayâ
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Hunter sent Sebastian an âI told youâ look, but he didnât say anything. Sebastian just sighed and drew a hand through his hair.
âKurt, I know it sounds a little strange-ââOh, you think so?â
Kurt began pacing, and Hunter rolled his eyes again.
âTwo boys, that I barely know, come and tell me that boyfriend didnât commit suicide after all, no, he was killed by an angry spirit, and now I need to help them kill said spirit. How could that ever seem strange?â Kurt spat, and Sebastian flinched. Yeah, it did sound rather crazy, but this was important.
âKurt, please. Just listenâ Sebastian pleaded, looking at Kurt with begging eyes âYou have to believe us. This spirit killed Blaine, and we have reason to believe that it will kill you nextâ
âThatâs ridiculous!â he snapped. Sebastian looked like he was about to retort, but Kurt cut him off âI wonât hear another word of this. You are both crazyâ he grabbed his blazer jacket and left the room without another word.
Sebastian slumped down in a chair.
âWell, that went wellâ Hunter stated, and Sebastian turned to glare at him âShut upâ
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 Kurt was angry. Really, who did Sebastian Marshall think he was? He was not that stupid. He sighed and flopped down on his bed, already dressed in his nightwear, and ready to go to sleep. He thought that Sebastian was his friend that was at least what he had been telling him.
They had grown quite close, even though the Marshall brothers hadnât been there for long, and Kurt had actually liked being around Sebastian. He groaned and covered himself with the blanket. Well, that was the past now.
Sebastian hadnât returned to their room. It might have something to do with the fact that Kurt had his key, and he had locked the door. Whoops.
Kurt snuggled up in bed, still mad at Sebastian for making fun of him like that, when he heard something. He looked up, and saw that the light was on in the bathroom. He frowned; he was certain that he had turned it off when he went to bed, anyway, he rose from his bed and walked towards the bedroom when he saw something. He froze.
âWho are you? What are you doing in my room?â he snapped.
The person, a boy, turned around and looked at Kurt, who gulped. The boy was a little smaller than Kurt, he was wearing a Dalton uniform, but it looked old, his black hair was flat, and matted to his forehead. Kurt was certain that he had never seen him in his entire life.
âFagâ the boy said, his voice sounding like it came from another world, raspy and kinda distant.
âI-I beg your pardon?â Kurt stuttered, and the boy smirked.
âFagâ he repeated, an evil glint in his eyes.
Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat and straightened his back.
âDalton has a very strict anti-bullying policy, so I suggest that you go to your own room before I have to report you to the headmasterâ Kurt managed to say, surprising himself with the steadiness of his voice. The boy just smirked at him.
âIs that so, fag?â the boy said, and Kurt felt the anger rise in him.
âI am serious. Get out of my room. I donât even know how you got in here in the first place the door isâŚâ his voice trailed off as the boy suddenly disappeared.
Kurt felt his mouth go dry, and he looked around in the entire room. People didnât just disappear. That wasnât possible. He had to be in here somewhere.
Unfortunately, he was right. Kurt was about to give up and just go back to sleep, when he felt something tighten around his throat.
As he moved his hands to it, he realized that it was the tie from his uniform. He gasped for air, but the tie was held tight around his next. The boy laughed behind.
Kurt was just about to give up every hope when he heard a familiar voice.
âKurt?!â Sebastian yelled.
Kurt tried to form an answer, but all there came out was a raspy âSebâ.
It was apparently enough though, because soon someone began barging at the door, and Kurt could only assume that it was Sebastian.
He was seeing black spots for his eyes when the doors bust open and Sebastian barged into the room and⌠was that a shotgun he was carrying?
âStep away from him!â he snapped, pointing the shotgun at the boy behind him, who hissed.
Sebastian seemed to lose his patience, and expertly fired a shot at the boy, who, by some reason, disappeared.
With nothing holding him up, Kurt fell over, gasping for breath.
Sebastian was over him a second later, holding him up so that he could breathe properly.
âAre you okay?â he asked, worry clear in his green eyes, Kurt nodded slowly, still trying to regain his breath.
âHi, Seb?â he said, his voice still raspy from almost being choked.
âYeah?â Sebastian said, still holding Kurt up.
âI think I believe you nowâ
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 âSo we have to burn the bones?â Kurt asked in a suspicious tone. Sebastian nodded.
âSalt them, and then burn it. Then you should have no more ghost troublesâ he said, his voice cheerful, Kurt snorted.
âNice. Perfect evenâ he snapped, Sebastian just chuckled at him, and Kurt sent him one of his infamous bitch glares âThis is not funny Sebastian!â
Sebastian chuckled again.
âI know. You are just adorable, thatâs allâ
Kurtâs glare disappeared immediately, and he blushed. Sebastian chuckled again.
âAlso, you donât need to go with us. Hunt and I found the grave, and trust me; weâve done it enough times. We can handle itâ
Kurt had insisted that he wanted to help Sebastian and Hunter get rid of the ghost, and if that meant that he had to salt and burn some old bones, then so be it.
This however, this was kind, this was Sebastian offering him a way out of this, because he obviously didnât want Kurt to be dragged into this. The paler of the two was stubborn though.
âI am sure, Sebastian. I really want to do thisâ he said, and looked at the taller boy.
Suddenly both boys realized just how close they were sitting. They were almost sitting chest to chest, only few inches separating them, they were close enough to kiss, all it would take for Sebastian was to just lean down and⌠Kurt moved.
He scooted a little away from Sebastian, a blush clear on his pale cheeks. Sebastian just smiled, and acted like nothing happened. Nothing was supposed to happen anyway.
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 âHere it isâ Hunter said, or rather groaned, when his spade hit wood. Sebastian jumped down in the grave to him and helped him get the coffin free from dirt.
Kurt was sitting on the ground, or, actually, he was sitting on Sebastianâs blazer. They had been out there for about an hour, Hunter and Sebastian taking turns at digging. Kurt had offered his help, but they had both just kinda snorted and told him not to get his hands dirty.
A groan was heard from the grave as Hunter and Sebastian opened the coffin.
âWell, donât you look ugly?â Sebastian said with a smirk. Kurt didnât understand, he had just opened a coffin, how could he be so relaxed?
Then the thought struck him, they had probably done this a million times before. This was what they did. Kurt shivered.
âHey babeâ Sebastian said, and Kurt had to smile at the endearment âCan you give me salt and the petrol?â
Kurt nodded, and rose from the ground to grab the two tanks.
He handed one to Sebastian and another to Hunter, where the former smiled at him and the latter just took the tank and went back to the grave.
The two boys began to pour the contents over the bones, and then they both got up from the grave.
 Sebastian retrieved a blank zippo lighter from his pocket and handed it to Kurt.
âDo you want the honor, babe?â he asked, smirk still in place.
Kurt bit his lip and considered to say no for a moment, before he grabbed the lighter and nodded. He went to the side of the grave and looked at the bones, now almost drowned in salt and petrol.
He could smell the petrol as he lit the lighter, and he could feel the heat when he threw it on the bones.
âYou will not harm another boyâ he muttered, as the flames consumed the last remains of the ghost who had taken his boyfriend away from him.
âYou okay, babe?â Sebastian asked, worry clear in his voice.
Kurt nodded slowly, and turned to look at him.
âI just wished I could have stopped him earlierâ he said, his voice sounding broken, and Sebastian felt so bad about it.
âI knowâ was all he could say, but apparently it was enough, because Kurt began to tear up, and then wrapped his arms around Sebastianâs waist and hid his face in his chest.
Sebastian was surprised by the gesture, but he still wrapped his arms around Kurt and tried to comfort him, while Hunter began to cover the grave again.
The sun was slowly rising, and Dalton was now ghost free.
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Sebastian turned to look at the voice speaking, and was not surprised to find Kurt Hummel standing there. Arms crossed in front of his chest, and a disapproving look in his eyes. Sebastian smiled.
âThe job is done. Hunt and I need to move on, there are more supernatural evil to killâ he said, like it was the normal thing to say in the world. Kurt smiled.
âAnd you thought you could leave without saying goodbye first?â Sebastian shrugged.
âI didnât realize that you would be said if I didnâtâ âI wouldâ
Sebastian arched an eyebrow, and Kurt sighed as he moved in closer and began to pop down the collar of Sebastianâs polo shirt.
âIâm just asking you not to get killed out there, okay?â he said, sounding serious.
Sebastian was about to make some stupid retort, but then he looked down and met Kurtâs eyes, and every smart comment that he had died in his throat.
All he could do was nod and say âIâll tryâ in a slightly raspy voice.
They were standing ridiculously close, or so Sebastian found it. Were they supposed to be standing this close? Did Kurt realize?
âYou betterâ Kurt said, a small smile playing on his lips âI would miss you too much if you went and diedâ he added, still meeting Sebastianâs eyes.
Neither of them really realized what happened, but suddenly Kurtâs arms were around Sebastianâs neck, and Sebastianâs were around Kurtâs waist and their lips were pressed together in a passionate kiss.
Kurtâs hands found their way to Sebastianâs hair, and dragged him closer.
Eventually, the need for air became too big, and they pulled apart, only just, and rested their foreheads against each otherâs, both smiling like idiots.
âI have wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on youâ Sebastian admitted, and Kurt giggled.
âGlad to help you thenâ he said, blushing just slightly.
Sebastian grinned, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
âHunter is waiting in the carâ he said.
âThere is someone I would rather screw- owâ
Kurt rolled his eyes, and pulled a little away.
âYouâre such an idiotâ he said, but the fond smile on his lips told Sebastian different.
âBut Iâm you idiotâ he said, and leaned down to kiss Kurt again, and the smaller boy happily obliged.
Before the kiss could get too heated though, Hunter slammed the car horn, and they had to pull away.
Sebastian smiled, and handed Kurt a piece of paper with a number written on it.
âThis is my number. Just call me if there is anything okay, then Iâll be right back with youâ he said, actually sounding as serious as he tried. Kurt smiled.
âDonât tempt meâ he said, and Sebastian had to lean down and kiss him again, which resulted in another car horn fanfare from Hunter.
Sebastian pulled away and sighed.
âIâll see you around, babeâ he said, and went towards the car.
âDonât get killedâ Kurt yelled after him, and Sebastian smiled.
âI wonât. I promiseâ
