Little author notes about so much.
Ownership Disclaimer: Glee – the OC programme on the telly and you can buy copies of seasons one to four? Unfortunately, not mine, yet! {but I have s1 to s4 on legit dvd}. I read SebKlaine, beta SebKlaine, breathe and just love SebKlaine. …infiltrations of all this SebKlaine love and Glee love is bound to happen. Ownership and recognition where it's due, and… what's mine is mine too.
Song/music choice: A room is still a room – sung by Kurt, here in the inspired story, sung in reflection after …..
Gosh: I'd be tickled pink if you like my words. Please review? It's really important for personal growth and would inspire me to something even more wonderful for you. {although I really write for myself, but yeah, you get the gist} I'm thinking this will be a SebKlaine play collection of stories, with season 1 to season 4, much like I'm writing of season 5 in And Now, Drum Roll Please! Not that, that collection is SebKlaine.
Warning: This is SebKlaine. Sebastian and Kurt are the main pairing. If you can't stomach these two main characters, with Blaine in an AU, then this might not be a collection of stories for you. Rated M. Oh yeah, Umm suicide mentions.
Dedication: To my little band of supporters – without you guyz I'd still be rowing my own Glee boat. You guyz are the wind beneath my sails.
Inspiration: Deliver Me by smellslikecraigslist from the other yummy fan fic site of Sebklaine. From that story, my whole world changed, once more. {psst, that author is going to finish the other great fic, A Change In The Weather, for cacophonylights.}

SebKlaine ~ Chapter 1.

~ Hello, Gorgeous! ~

Finn storms out of the basement and Kurt calls after him, "IT'S JUST A ROOM FINN, WE CAN REDECORATE!?" An argument of words that would bounce around in Kurt's mind, forever. "GROW UP FINN!" And then Kurt kicks the chair so hard it smashes against the window, shards of glass landing in a spray.

~ that, was a long time ago ~

Now, to make a new start without haunting reminders of his missing brother, Kurt transfers to Dalton.

Even on his first day, he'd felt eyes on him. Not just eyes of interest, these ones made him uncomfortable. He looked around so many times, but missed where they were and whose they were. He was used to sneaky paparazzi, but these, were quite elusive, or was he imagining?

And now, days later, walking down the staircase, he calls out to a blonde, "Excuse me? Hi, I'm new here, and I'm a little lost."

Jeff stops at the bottom of the stairs, turning to look up at Kurt. Extending his hand out "Hi, I'm Jeff." About to continue into another sentence, Jeff is pushed aside by a heavily gelled hair student.

"Hey KurT, I'm Blaine. I, I can help you." Blaine's smile was infectious, Kurt noted how really, really good looking he was. And he was now certain that this was the missing link in his peekaboo spy case.

"You! You know my name?" He wasn't creeped out, just un-nerved.

"Sure I do silly, you're the new kid from McKinley High."

Flashes of where Kurt had seen Blaine around the school, looking at him, watching him, moved quickly through his mind. Sometimes talking with others, but always with eyes held on Kurt. Sometimes it was the person Blaine would be with, who would turn to see where Blaine's attention was diverted from them. When Kurt looked for the solitary pair, that he could clearly feel, he would see others.

But now that Blaine had actually spoken to him, now that Blaine had introduced himself and was looking, looking into Kurt's eyes, so close, it was Blaine who had been his personal stalker.

After this first collection of words, every opportunity he could, Blaine would be in his face, in his space trying to be so helpful.

As the days progressed he was certain he'd let Blaine know he wasn't interested, in that way. But he forgot to mention he had a boyfriend. He missed mentioning his status – single or in a relationship, engaged?

~ taking an opportunity when you can ~

On the sixteenth minute mark of the fifty-fifth hour, Kurt's world really changed.

That's when Blaine put a cassette player on the coffee table, and not too quietly. It made Kurt jump!

"What the hey…?" his hand knocked over the ink pot, the ink spilled over the small poster. As he tried to stop the flow from ruining his art work, he lifted the card stock up, which in turn let the ink fall with gravity, down onto the expensive carpet. Stupidly, he then shook the card, making any free ink spray over his fine knitted Alexander McQueen jumper.

Glaring at Blaine, he went to yell at him. But those honey brown pools softened his heart, feeling stabbed immediately a second later, a smile broke from Blaine's adorable face.

Nonplussed and watching Kurt fumble and blush, Blaine then twisted the emotional knife in his chest, as he spoke words so delicate. "What are you doing?"

Did he know what effect he had on Kurt?

Kurt was held in a fraction of time. Time, where nothing existed. Just Blaine's gentle words joining cologne, with a beating heart and his own, increasing from rush to near frantic. His own, fighting appreciatively that previous thoughts of topping oneself – had failed.

Moments passed quickly, with Blaine chatting non-stop. He was mesmerized by how Blaine had so much to say, one subject blending into another. Certain that he wasn't nuts or suffering from anything more than a lot to say, to Kurt.

Somehow Kurt found himself singing a love ballad with Blaine. His song voice on autopilot, body moving in sync around the room. His mind and brain screaming to be heard at how Blaine's soft scents, gentle touch's and magnetism were messing with his cardiac rhythm.

Their song finished and they crashed shoulders, as they fell to sit on a couch. Blaine's breath washing over him with such force, that threw another flow of something to his never you mind. Feeling his face flush with joy and unabashed pride, knowing they sung so well together, Blaine's next words would cement his annoying crush into more than hormone driven lust.

"Would you like to go with me,…" faltering to know which occasion would be more appropriate, "to a charity dinner? That song, I have to sing at the King Island Christmas spectacular. And I don't have a date."

"A…. a…date!" Kurt coughed as he spoke, taken aback that Blaine wanted to go on a date with him! "No not possible, sorry."

"Why?" a petulant Blaine demanded. He was certain he'd wooed Kurt just nicely.

"Well, for starters I have a boyfriend…."

"Oh, well that doesn't worry me, if it doesn't worry you. And besides you can still spend an innocent occasion with someone else, for a charity function without it being a real date."

Kurt packed up his art supplies, stuffing them in the bag quickly, finding his art smock scrunched at the bottom. "Um, no thank you, not happening. I have to run, I'm late. Bye!"

He couldn't get out of that room quick enough….

~ hmmm! ~

As the weeks progressed, Kurt could feel all of Blaine's unwanted attention being directed at him. Words of love expressed in song, always looking straight deep into Kurt's being, always trying to hold Kurt's eyes.

Kurt felt annoyed every time, and something was amiss …., he tried to focus on his studies. With his studies he'd succeed, with Blaine side-tracking him, life was becoming very complicated. His boyfriend was reaping the rewards, but it wasn't really fair on him.

Somehow Kurt agreed to a duet with Blaine, as part of their Glee club competition. And soon his first stint in The Warblers would be coming to an end.

He intended on quitting, straight after the comp. For the moment though, his eyes were blurring, staring at Pavarotti's casket a little too long, the craft glue a little too strong.

"What are you doing?" His hands froze and his head snapped up to see who this voice belonged to.

Oh dear God! What does he want now?

Looking around hurriedly, damn he's on his own and now Blaine has sat down, alongside him, too close.

He won't deny he finds Blaine gorgeous, too gorgeous. The ceiling fan doesn't help, spinning around, circulating Kurt's favourite cologne, of Blaine's ~ Burberry Weekend.

Kurt blushes, thankful the table hides his and Sebastian's pride and possession. He takes the conversation to something neutral – the upcoming duet.

"Why did you pick me for that duet?"

Instantly regretting asking.

Blaine shuffles his chair closer and now Kurt's locked in. A pressing situation rising in true earnest.

Blaine covers his hand over Kurt's.

Oh dear God! What is he talking about?

"…." something "there you are!"

Kurt can't hear a clear word Blaine is saying. His mind is searching to concentrate and hear, but now he's certain he's going to pass out.

He blinks, flustered and before a single prayer is offered to GaGa, Blaine's lips are over his.

Blaine tastes delightful, just as he thought he might.

He's got the nape of Kurt's neck, his favourite hold and is being held forcefully as Blaine continues to full on pash him.

He tries to push Blaine away, but honestly this is fantastic!

Finally after a marathon of mine, yours, yours, mine, isn't this ummmm…. Blaine releases him, then looks away from Kurt.

"Ahhhh, we should, we should practice!"

Turning back to Kurt, what he sees, he didn't expect.

Kurt stands, throws the casket and adornments into his art bucket.

Blaine starts to apologise, profusely. Kurt stupidly apologizes too, and rushes out of the room.

As he hurries passed others, he runs straight into Jeff, knocking him flying.

"I'm so sorry Jeff!"

Checking that Jeff isn't too damaged, he gathers his things and looks back at the doorway he'd exited.

Seeing Blaine still seated, back to him, shaking his head….

No more concern for Blaine, as Kurt can now hear the familiar humming of a certain Porsche's exhaust and thump, thump music of Adam Lambert coming in the distance.

"I really, really am sorry Jeff."

"I'm alright Kurt, I'm okay."

"Right, well, see you tomorrow!" And Kurt runs to the waiting Porsche.

He opens the passenger door, Sebastian looks over to him and sees the familiar look of his dearest in full "I need you, NOW!" mode.

"Hi gorgeous, how are….." no moment to finish that sentence as Kurt had thrown his bags on the floor and thrown himself at Sebastian's waiting lips.

No uncomfortable stabbing of the handbrake in his chest, Seb's learned to park the car so it doesn't roll and they can leave the handbrake off. Thus ensuring a more comfortable make out location.

After necessary kisses and desired greetings, Kurt pulls himself from Seb. Clipping on his seat belt, demanding "Drive, get me home now!"

~ Porsche parked at home ~

Sebastian shuts the front door, turns to Kurt and playfully says "So, how are you feeling?"

Kurt takes control of the situation the best way he knows. He grabs Sebastian by the shoulders and pushes him to the wall. A hand over Seb's mouth, as he thought to complain, eyes wide with surprise. That arm's elbow holding Seb in place, hard against his shoulder. His other hand grabbing Sebastian's prized jewels and throbbing dignity.

Pushing his own agenda hard into Sebastian's leg, no longer the mild mannered mouse.

"I needed you." He whispered firmly deep into Sebastian's ear. "I needed you and you were no-where to be found. How do you think that makes me feel?"

Unsure of where this appetite is coming from and therefore whether he's enjoying this new side to Kurt, unabashed, sexy as hell. Hands on Kurt's hips, fighting himself between digging in fingernails and pulling Kurt to him, or pushing away with his palms.

"Backwards and forwards Sebastian, what do you want from me?"

Forehead to forehead, perspiration and deeper short controlled breaths. The zing in Sebastian being electrified by Kurt's gentle nibbles of his earlobe. He pulled Kurt to himself and pushed against Kurt's grip.

Not wanting to relinquish Kurt's new found control, but needing the taste of Kurt, from the feel of him on his lips. He gently pulled in a breath, softly opened his mouth, felt Kurt's hand push into his teeth, then carefully let his tongue venture out to taste.

Kurt's hand was warm and forceful, salty and delightful. He wanted more, more of this exchange of argument that would lead to an hour or so of calorie burning activities.

The fight was nearly over. Kurt pushed Sebastian's head to one side, which gave him access to his long neck. "Hmmmm!" A deep thrilled sound of delight, admiring the marks he'd left last time. Nuzzling behind Sebastian's ear and then nibbling down his neck, till he landed where neck and shoulder met. Kurt bit hard, then softened to kisses and a quality pull. Drawing in as much as humanly possible and kneading a possessive reminder, his lips, teeth and tongue becoming independent players.

Moaning into Kurt's hand, now wanting freedom of his head held so hard against the wall. He released his hold of Kurt, his body surrendering as did his heart. Surrendering, throwing a white flag up, that this argument was defeated.

Kurt released his mouth from the prison of his hand, but then covered it with his own mouth. Demanding, fevered, hungry for passion and need.

Need of Sebastian's essence, his flavour.

Thoughts of Blaine long forgotten.