Author's Note: Hi! I'm writing this author's note to you like, two years in the future (two years after I actually posted this chapter).

As I will explain in some of my later notes, Should Be An Interesting Year (SBAIY) is a one-shot turned multi-chapter fic that I started in January of '12, and it's canon up until the episode "Yes/No." This story started with a quick "hm I wonder what would happen if Kurt found Sebastian in his dorm room one day?" drabble, and eventually turned into a full-fledged "hm, what if they fell into angsty hate-love, very, very slowly" AU. It's been trying to work its way out of my head for a while ever since.

I really appreciate how much feedback this has gotten since I started it, and am proud to announce that even though it took me forever and a day to come off my various hiatuses, I'm finally (pretty much) done.

So anyway, that's my spiel, and I hope you all enjoy this and like it more than I do, lol.


Should Be An Interesting Year

Kurt walked down the hall of his new, all-male dorm. It was late September and the move-in day of his first semester in college had finally come after a long, pleasant summer. Sure, so this place was no NYADA—it wasn't any college in New York and it was just an hour from home in fact—but Ohio State had a theater program, and Kurt planned on performing at his best no matter where he landed.

Plus, he thought as Burt and Finn followed behind, carrying boxes and talking of football, he was really happy to be getting a new start. He was nervous too; it was kind of scary, living on his own, fending for himself, starting his real life, but he couldn't help but feel excited as he dropped the box at his feet and slid the key card through the handle.

He couldn't help but feel like, after a senior year of losses, battles, and changing course, he'd finally made it to the next part of his life.

No sooner had Kurt opened the door however, picking up the box and taking it a few steps inside the double room, he was staring at the sight of his apparent new roommate. He was a tall, slender dirty blonde, dressed in a fitted shirt and jeans, leaning back in a desk chair and reading some kind of manual, a terribly distinguishable smirk painted across his snarky face.

Sebastian.

Gazing up at Kurt, smile a mixture of surprise, resentment, and mischief, Sebastian Smythe's familiar form stood to greet his new roommate for the Fall 2012 semester.

Sebastian, the one person that Kurt thought he'd seen the last of last year, the heated lead Warbler who hardly took no for an answer when it came to stirring Kurt's anger, was going to be sharing this space with him, raining on his brand-new parade.

"Kurt," Sebastian said. His voice was like liquid going down Kurt's back. "It's good to see you again."

Kurt's gaze was pure ice. His mouth was closed tight.

Burt and Finn walked in, causing the tension in the room to break and settle, causing Kurt to resume his movement and drop the first box of many on the only spare bed in the room, pensively.

Burt looked over at Sebastian expectantly, dropping his box on the open desk.

"You two know each other?" Burt was asking, having heard the two of them speak.

Kurt flushed at the question.

"We, um—" he stammered.

"Sebastian Smythe-" Sebastian cut him off, smiled forwardly and held a hand out to Burt. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel, I was a—friend of Blaine's, back at Dalton."

'Friend' is far from the correct terminology, Kurt thought. He watched their handshake, scowled internally at the meeting of those hands with his father's.

Burt nodded at Sebastian, appreciating the firmness of his handshake. "Did you two, uh," he said, flickering his eyes between his son and this taller boy, "go to school together, when Kurt was there?"

"Unfortunately, no," Sebastian replied, flashing his gaze over at a very tense-looking Kurt, "I transferred for my last year, but, of course, I heard all about him. Your son was quite the countertenor for the Warblers, and everyone knew that he and Blaine were very—very close."

As Burt asked some other surface-level questions about Dalton, as Sebastian gladly engaged him in responses, Finn raised a clueless eyebrow at the growing discussion, glancing over at his brother.

When the light bulb clicked on, Finn cupped a hand around his mouth and whispered to Kurt, "Wait a sec, is this the guy that—?" He recalled a particular day after one of their West Side Story rehearsals, when Kurt had told Finn that there "seemed to be some competition for Blaine."

"Yeah." Kurt nodded. "This is the guy that."

"Y'know I could'a sworn they went all-league this year," Burt was saying to Sebastian now, on some other note. "But I'm no good with remembering stats anymore, not since the heart attack-Kurt?"

Kurt smiled and perked up at his father, feeling a prickling across his skin again because Sebastian's stare was on him; he really didn't want it there.

"We still have a couple of trips to make," Burt said. He started for the door. "'xcuse us, Sebastian, we're runnin' a little short on time here—"

"No, it's no problem." Sebastian grinned.

"Of course, right," Kurt quipped, as Finn and Burt were both walking out of the room.

"I'll just—I'll be out to the car in a minute, Dad," Kurt attached, breathlessly. "I'd just like to say a little something to Sebastian here, if you don't mind." He clasped his hands innocently, colloquially, and Sebastian looked amused. "Roommate agreements, general catching up, what have you. But don't worry, I'm sure I'll be quick."

Burt raised an eyebrow, gave him an amused, "Okay," Finn's eyes grew a bit wide; the two of them left the room.

Soon as the door shut, Kurt whipped his eyes back 'round toward Sebastian, channeling more 'bitch' in his stare than he was even aware of.

"Well if this isn't a fantastic 'welcome home' present than I don't know what is," Kurt said.

Sebastian laughed.

"I meant it when I said that it's good to see you, Kurt," he said through his smirk, leaning against the post of his newly-claimed bed.

"Really," Kurt droned.

"Really," Sebastian repeated, giving him a small wink.

"And why would there be anything good about seeing me?" Kurt asked.

"You know how badly I get a kick out of watching you squirm," Sebastian returned, biting the inside of his cheek. "Living together, sharing close quarters with you and that steadfast gay face. You can't possibly imagine my excitement."

"It's great to see that your leaky little brain still hasn't come up with any better insults for me than 'gay face'—"

"Ohio State?" Sebastian spoke again, rising and walking predatory levels of close to Kurt. "Guess your big New York dreams crashed and burned?"

"They didn't crash or burn," Kurt replied swiftly, turning up his nose. "They just changed. Change is a part of life."

"And Blaine?" Sebastian prompted.

"We're still together," Kurt fired back.

"Cute."

"It is."

"Your disillusionment with how tied you two are is adorable."

"And your jealousy of the fact that Blaine never wanted you is so pungent that I could smell it from the parking lot."

Sebastian chuckled. "Blaine is irrelevant."

"Yes, he is now, isn't he?" Kurt sang.

"Here's the thing," Sebastian said, squaring off with Kurt before him. "Apparently we're going to be spending a lot of time together—"

"As little as I can stand," Kurt cut in.

"I plan on having sex," Sebastian told him promisingly, beginning to pace again. His smile spread. "On the bed, on the floor, in the shower, and probably on top of that pretty little windowsill, right next to your bed—"

"Well it's a good thing STDs aren't transferable through air contact."

"I know that you're about as prude as they come, so I'm just letting you know now, that this is a warning. I'm not up for compromise."

"Do whatever, or whoever, you want," Kurt said with a haughty flick of his hand. He smiled. "And when Blaine comes to stay the night I'll make sure to fill you in."

"Fine," Sebastian said. "Should be an interesting year, then."

"Enthralling," Kurt returned.

"Can't wait."

"Oh, neither can I."

And that was when Burt and Finn stepped in again, rapidly dissolving the tension; carrying a full sized mirror, a foldable bookshelf, and several bags full of the contents of Kurt's armoire.

Kurt smiled and Sebastian moved away from his side, returning to the back half of the room and the chair he'd been fixed in before.

"Figure out some ground rules?" Burt asked, piling things on the bed, his back to the two of them.

"I think so," Sebastian said, nodding at Kurt from behind his book.

Kurt glared at him.

"Very much so."

Burt glanced at Kurt with raised brows. Finn looked like he was bracing himself for a smackdown.

"Good," Burt said, hands in pockets. "So that means you can come back down, 'n help us get all of your things out from that trunk—"

Kurt smiled briefly and followed Finn and Burt out, eyes tossed over his shoulders haughtily at his roommate in his chair.

Sebastian leveled his eyes at Kurt, soundly, and then smiled widely into the pages of his book, once he was gone.

This really was going to be an interesting year.