At some point between dreaming about his mother's rice pudding and dressing in a red Spandex super hero costume, Sebastian felt the soft press of lips against his. Regretfully, however, the lure of sleep won out over the promise of his husband's tempting lips, and Sebastian drifted back into a world of crime fighting and custard-based desserts.
Sebastian turned onto his stomach and reach out an arm for Kurt, searching out his warmth and his incredibly soft skin even while his head still swam with the sweet delirium of sleep. Sebastian's hand padded at the mattress, coming in contact with cold, wrinkled sheets at every pass. Sebastian sighed. He peeled one heavy eyelid opened and took a peek.
Gone. Kurt's side of the bed was vacant. The sheets were cold. Sebastian frowned. He knew exactly where his husband had gone.
Kurt had crawled off to climb into bed with a sassier, much younger brunette.
Sebastian threw off his comforter with a resentful grunt, shivering as all the delicious heat escaped like a flash into the chill evening air. He grabbed blindly for his sweatshirt, tossing it on over his tank top t-shirt, trying to wake up even as his body gravitated instinctually back towards the bed.
"Kurt…" he groaned, his voice low and groggy. He stumbled into the hall, stubbing his toe on the door jamb along the way.
Sebastian felt his way down the hall, the journey to the small bedroom on the left not yet ingrained in his psyche so that he can make it unfailingly in the dark.
"Kurt…" he continued to groan, like some sleep deprived, one-track minded zombie.
"Shhh!" a high-pitched voice hissed from inside the otherwise quiet room.
"Did…did you just shush me?" Sebastian mumbled incredulously. Now more awake, he made his way quietly through the partially open door. He found Kurt where he always found him, cramped onto the far edge of the full-size bed, his entire body curled around a peacefully sleeping toddler. Sebastian could see a tuft of the boy's brown hair, barely visible above the Skylanders comforter wrapped tightly around him.
Sebastian put a hand on Kurt's shoulder, smirking down at the unlikely pair.
"I thought we agreed that climbing into bed with snuggles here every time he had a nightmare was a bad idea," Sebastian chided around a yawn.
"I never said that," Kurt muttered, refusing to look up into Sebastian's mocking face.
"Uh, yes you did," Sebastian said, moving to the unused side of the bed. "You said he needed to learn how to comfort himself. You showed me magazine articles, and quoted from books written by Star Trek characters…"
Kurt scoffed. He wrapped his arms protectively around the little boy.
Sebastian lied down carefully on the bed and stretched out, his feet hanging over the edge.
"Let me guess," Sebastian sighed, "another dream about his mom?"
Kurt didn't have to answer. They'd only had Thomas for about a month, and even though the little boy with the infectious laugh and the mischievous streak had opened up amazingly to Kurt and Sebastian, he dreamt every night about his mother.
The boy's snarky attitude had appealed to Sebastian. Thomas reminded him of a miniature Kurt.
The way he had lost his mother had drawn Kurt to him. In the end, more than anything, that was why they had chosen him as their first foster child.
Though 'foster' was just a formality. Sebastian knew that once they got the okay, Thomas would be theirs.
"At least you could have let me get up with him this time." Sebastian grabbed for the end of the comforter and pulled it over his body, the unused end barely fitting over him with nothing left to cover his back.
"You were deeply engrossed in another rice pudding dream," Kurt whispered. "I know better than to interrupt one of those."
"Mmm," Sebastian moaned, smacking his lips. "Rice pudding."
Sebastian lay still, trying hard to convince himself that he was comfortable enough to fall asleep, but after a few minutes with his ass hanging off the bed and his back exposed to the cold he realized he was in for a long night.
"Um…can't we just take the little guy into our bed for the night, since we're all together anyway?"
"No," Kurt insisted, rolling his own stiff neck and shoulders. "Then he'll just climb into bed with us whenever he has a nightmare, and that I can't allow."
"We do need to get a lock for our door," Sebastian said, trying to scoot closer to the cuddled pair. "What if he walks in on us…"
Sebastian stopped and chuckled.
"What?" Kurt asked, holding Thomas closer when he rolled over and buried his head beneath his pillow to block out their conversation.
"I just don't make enough money to pay for that amount of therapy."