A/N: Hello :) This is the multi-chapter sequel to my story United States of Kurt. It's HIGHLY recommended that you read that story first before you start this one. I know that's kind of a tall order because USOK is pretty lengthy, but at least skim through it so you get the basic idea :)
A note about this story:
-I've been told that USOK wasn't nearly steamy enough, which I have to agree with to a certain extent. In fact, someone told me that Blaine and Kurt only kiss once or twice in the whole thing, which is an absolute tragedy. Please accept my sincere apologies! So, that being said, I have plans to make this story a lot more sexual, so be warned. There will be smut or smut lite, probably a bit of both.
I'll leave it at that. Please, please, please let me know what you think and thank you for reading!
I don't own Glee or United States of Tara.
"Why isn't this recording? I clicked the button, like, eight times-wait, okay, there we are."
Kurt flashed a nervous smile at the computer screen.
"Hello, Kurt here again. Just doing my homework from Dr. Simmons while I have a few minutes before class. Let's see, it's August twenty-seventh, two thousand twelve and it's the first day of my senior year at Dalton Academy. Okay, so I guess technically, it's the first day of my second senior year, but last year doesn't really count. I didn't really get a whole lot done before the shit hit the fan. But, I'm trying to put all that stuff behind me now and just focus on the present. It could be worse, after all. At least I have a second chance at Dalton, and I get to spend my senior year with Blaine. I haven't transitioned in over a month now, and I've even been able to taper down to a super low dosage of my medication. Things are really coming together.
"Did I mention Blaine yet? I can't believe he's stuck with me through everything, but I guess I shouldn't really be surprised. He is my knight in shining armor, after all. We aren't rooming together this year. My dad said no way, but it worked out fine. I'm rooming with my good friend and fellow Warbler Nick this year. His family situation is, tense, to say the least, and his parents refused to allow him to room with his boyfriend Jeff this year. So we worked out the perfect plan-Jeff is rooming with Blaine and I'm with Nick, so on weekends we'll just, you know, switch."
Kurt paused, smirking slightly before turning his head toward the dorm room door.
"Anyway, I think I hear Nick coming back from the bathroom, so I'll change the subject. I've really been looking forward to today. It's been over a year since I've been in a classroom and to be honest, I've really missed it. I never thought I'd say that, but...I don't know, I just felt so isolated and cooped up last year, I'm ready for a change. I'm ready to get back out into the world and experience some excitement, maybe have an adventure or two. A non-DID related adventure that is, of course."
"Kurt! We have to go or we're going to be late for homeroom."
"Be right there!" Kurt called out to Nick, who'd made his way into the hallway, waiting for his roommate. He swiveled his chair back around to face the computer again. "Well, I guess that's it for now. I'll keep you updated!"
Kurt clicked the end record button and happily clicked his laptop screen closed. Gathering up his satchel that he'd had the presence of mind to pack the night before, he took one last look in the mirror on his closet and straightened his navy and red striped tie before eagerly trotting to the door to join Nick. It was going to be a good year, Kurt was certain of it.
The first night it happened, when he heard that soft, urgent knock on his door, Sebastian had been completely disoriented. It was rare that he was in bed before midnight, but it was the second week of school and a combination of homework, senior project research and Warbler practice (which, he was eternally grateful to be allowed to join back with the group, by unanimous vote of the council), he found himself crawling into bed at the early hour of eleven. He had a single room, courtesy of his ridiculously wealthy father, and for the most part he was grateful for it. Ever since the unfortunate incidents the year before, Sebastian found that he did better if he kept to himself as much as possible. He was slowly reforming friendships with his classmates, especially the Warblers, but he could tell they were still reluctant to fully trust him. Sebastian couldn't really blame them for feeling that way.
He almost hadn't heard the noise. In fact, the person at his door may have had to knock several times before Sebastian finally stirred. He sat straight up, startled by the interruption. Squinting at his bedside alarm clock, his brain barely registered that it was almost two in the morning. As he sat rubbing his eyes, the knocking started up again.
"Just a minute!" he called out grumpily, voice grainy and muffled with sleep. He was irritated at the very least. Whoever it was better have a good reason for waking him out of his much-coveted slumber. He stumbled out of bed on shaky legs and made his way slowly to the door. Turning the lock and then the handle, he pulled the door open just enough to see who was on the other side. He wasn't sure who he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't the person standing in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, lifting an arm up to scratch the back of his head.
"Can I come in?" the boy asked in a strangely unfamiliar voice. Sebastian didn't hesitate to open the door wide enough for him to squeeze in, despite the bizarre nature of their exchange so far. The boy nodded a thanks and slinked into the room. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his flannel pajama bottoms and even in his sleep-deprived state, Sebastian couldn't help but admire the way his charcoal gray tee shirt clung to his slender form.
Sebastian had barely opened his mouth to question him again why he had come to his dorm room at such a late hour when the boy turned around and put a strong hand on Sebastian's waist. He was a few inches shorter than Sebastian, but the air around the boy asserted his dominance in the situation. Sebastian's mouth hung open slightly with the unasked question quickly fading from his mind. The boy's hand moved slowly over to Sebastian's stomach, his thumb hitching under the elastic of Sebastian's briefs and Sebastian drew in a quick breath as the boy's nail raked across his naked skin. Sebastian could feel the hair on his neck stand up at the sensation.
"What are you—"
Sebastian was again silenced, this time by the boy's mouth eagerly covering his own. His next word was transformed into a low moan as the boy's hand moved further south and his tongue demanded entrance passed Sebastian's lips. It had been a very long time since Sebastian had felt anything even close to what he was feeling in that moment, and perhaps it was more intense than he'd ever felt before. It was as if he was discovering these sensations for the very first time in the arms of someone much more experienced than he.
It didn't make sense, not with as much experience in the bedroom as Sebastian had, but he didn't have the wherewithal to analyze it. His body was responding rapidly to the boy's touch and before he knew what was happening, both were fully undressed and the mysterious boy was pushing Sebastian slowly back onto his unmade bed.
It wasn't until several minutes later, after the boy had guided himself into Sebastian's hastily-prepared entrance and set into a slow, steady rock that Sebastian finally had the presence of mind to ask the only question that seemed appropriate at the time.
"What's your name?" he panted, staring up at the boy above him. As a rule, Sebastian didn't bottom for anyone. Well, not any more. Several years ago, while living in Europe, he was a child among men, the acts of which were surely considered illegal by American standards. He'd been with much older men, much more experienced men, and even some boys just a few years older than him. But when he came back home, he knew his experiences set him way ahead of any Midwestern boy whose bed he may stumble upon. He used his history to his advantage and always found that he had the upper hand. But with this one, he didn't even begin to question who was in charge.
"Daniel," the boy grunted in-between thrusts. Daniel, Sebastian toyed with the name in his head. It fit him, now that Sebastian finally knew. He would think about it more later, but in the moment, he allowed his head to fall back, his eyes to close, and his mind to focus on how fucking good he felt in that moment. The time would come, later, when he could analyze everything, perhaps allow the surely pending guilt of his actions to sink in. But not yet.
"Mikey Rawlings was last seen approximately seventy-two hours ago, playing outside his grandmother's house in the Oak Grove subdivision of the North Westerville Community. Anyone with information about his whereabouts is urged to call the specially designated tip line at…"
"Nick, shut that thing off!" Kurt groaned as he dragged his pillow out from underneath his heavy head and cocooned it over his ears. Nick's radio alarm clock was blaring loudly, the deejay's harsh, morning-person chipper voice ringing in his ears. It was a quarter past seven and Kurt's head was already starting to pound. The first few weeks of school had not been kind to him. It was harder getting back into the routine of school than Kurt had anticipated and each day he felt he was slipping farther and farther behind. It wasn't a good sign considering they were just a week and a half into September.
"Got it," Nick announced as his hand slammed down on the snooze. Sitting up straight, Nick quickly reset the alarm, preparing it for the next morning. Kurt was amazed at how quickly Nick seemed to wake up in the mornings. Of course, his roommate was usually passed out by ten thirty, but Kurt was glad to have someone like him around. At least he never had to worry about being late for class.
"Lights!" Nick said cheerfully, giving Kurt a warning that he was about to flip the light switch. Kurt groaned again and pulled the pillow tighter around his head.
"Dude," Nick addressed him again when Kurt showed no signs of moving. "What time did you go to bed last night?"
Kurt finally peeped out from his fortress of darkness. "I don't know, around midnight? I still have so much to do."
Nick gave him a sympathetic shake of his head before making his way over to Kurt's closet and grabbing his shower caddy.
"Here," Nick offered, placing the caddy on Kurt's bed near where his head lay. "This will help wake you up."
Kurt couldn't help but smile. Nick was just one of those people who was always thinking about those around him. Casting his pillow to the side, he finally swung his legs over the side of his bed and sat up. "Thanks, Nick."
Nick returned the smile and turned back to his own closet, pulling out his uniform for the day. Kurt shoved his feet into his shower shoes, grabbed a clean towel and left the room, trudging slowly down the hallway toward the communal bathroom. He was grateful for the silence that indicated that so far, no one else was occupying the bathroom. There were four shower stalls, but Kurt preferred the privacy of being completely alone.
Stepping into the steamy shower, Kurt allowed his mind to wander. First to where he'd left off on his homework pile the night before, then to his weekend plans, which included a date night with Blaine on Friday and a trip home for Saturday and Sunday, and then finally his mind settled on the nagging issue that had been in his head the last few days.
Mikey Rawlings. He'd first heard about the little boy who was thought to be abducted two mornings ago as he glanced over the copy of the Westerville Herald that someone, probably a faculty member, had left in the dining room. He was three years old, just started preschool, and seemed to have vanished into thin air. One minute he was playing in the cul-de-sac outside of his grandmother's home and the next minute he was gone. Just like that.
"What's wrong?" Blaine had asked, seeing Kurt's face scrunched up in concern as he read.
"This little boy," Kurt answered as he continued to read. "He's missing."
At the time, Mikey Rawlings had been gone only over night, but an Amber Alert had been issued, and search parties were forming across the tri-county area. Kurt wondered angrily why a little child had been allowed to play outside in the street all by himself, but mostly he just hoped that he was alright, that he'd be found. Shaken up, maybe banged up a bit, but all in one piece, alive and largely unharmed.
Now, as Kurt prepared to step out of the warm shower and into the cool air of the bathroom, he felt his heart drop as he realized that the news report he'd been woken up by indicated that Mikey was still missing, and the search was still active.
Shaking his head, Kurt tried his best to clear his mind of the little boy, as guilty as he felt doing so. There was nothing he could do from the safe, ivory towers of Dalton. He had himself to focus on, his studies, his social life and everything in-between. He just had to trust that Mikey would be found sooner rather than later. With a sigh and a final glance at his toweled form in the bathroom mirror, Kurt gathered his caddy and made his way back to his room to get ready for the day.