[Kurt]

Thursday, Kurt is sitting in his room, on his bed, reviewing for end of year tests. It would be going much smoother if he didn't stop and look around every few minutes, wondering what it would be like in six months, not being here, not wasting time on subjects he wouldn't actually need. Taking classes about acting, singing and dance. Maybe he'd manage to find part-time work in fashion, hopefully not in retail. He'd turned in his application for the Lima Bean yesterday, it'd be nice to get some real working experience before he's tossed out on his ass into the real world.

He's just started to refocus on his work when there's a knock on his door. Sam pokes his head in and tells Kurt that Burt is calling a family meeting. When Kurt gives him a questioning look, Sam shrugs and goes back downstairs. Silently going through his week, he tries to place anything that he'd done wrong or that would have warranted a meeting.

As Kurt comes into the living room he realizes he's the last one to come in and he sits on the couch between Finn and Sam, Carole sitting in the chair in front of them. "What's going on, Dad?"

"Well, you remember me introducing you guys to a friend of mine at the gala thing last weekend? The state's attorney, Stephan Smythe?" At the vague nods and slightly nervous look from Kurt, Burt continues, "I just got off the phone with him, apparently his mother is really sick, possibly dying. He didn't have the details, only that she needed him to come to Paris as soon as he could. He said it sounded really serious and he would probably be gone for at least a month, maybe longer."

While Carole looked like she wanted to ask more about the illness, Finn just looked confused. "Wait, I mean, I'm sorry for what they're going through, that really sucks, but what does that have to do with us?"

Rolling his eyes at Finn's lack of tact doesn't really change the fact that he has a valid point. It's heartbreaking to lose family, at any age, but Kurt can't fathom for a second that Sebastian would want details of his personal life being revealed to him of all people. Nor can Kurt understand the need to gather everyone up like this just for a friend's personal crisis, surely this is something he could have just mentioned over dinner tomorrow?

Burt starts to look very uncomfortable, taking off his hat to scratch at his head, he turns to Kurt, almost like he's the only person in the room. "Okay, so here's the deal, Dalton has less than a month of school left, and Stephan has to leave tomorrow. His mother is alone in France, his dad died years ago and he has no other family left in Paris, so she needs him to be there. He said he doesn't wanna pull Sebastian out so close to the end of the year but he definitely can't leave him home alone, which I'm assuming from your horrified face, you understand completely."

Kurt shudders slightly. "Even a polite, well mannered teenager shouldn't be trusted with that much freedom. If someone like Sebastian was left to his own devices we'd have to call in the National Guard or something." After meeting Sebastian at the dinner last week, Burt had sat down and asked Kurt what the awkward vibe had been between them. Once he'd told his dad about everything Sebastian had done to Blaine and Dave, he had stressed that after Dave's attempt; Sebastian had been better, not near as vicious. Although, now that he's seeing where this conversation is going he's starting to regret not pointing out that his reform seemed to have a blind spot. Thank Prada I left out his man-whorish ways. That's just images Dad doesn't need, especially if he's going to have to get know the evil meerkat himself.

"Right, well, apparently his father feels the same, so he called me to ask if Sebastian could stay here. He knows a little about Sam's situation and asked if we might be able to put up Sebastian for a little while, 'til he can figure out what's what. I told him I had to talk to the family about it."

Carole looked concerned. "Burt, honey, we only have three bedrooms, where exactly is he going to sleep?"

Kurt flinches and glares up at his dad, daring him to continue. "O-okay, so... he'd have to sleep in Kurt's room-"

Several voices suddenly spoke out together, "What?!" from Finn,

"Nope. No way." from Sam,

"Uhhh... that's a terrible idea." from Carole.

The only person that was conspicuously quiet was Kurt himself. He'd actually seen this coming. Like Carole had said, there were only three bedrooms, no basement or attic, at least, not with livable space, and his dad wouldn't let a friend's son sleep on the couch for a month. He could hardly have his room to himself and make Finn share his room with yet another boy, especially a gay one, everyone remembers that powder keg. He'd have to be the one sharing with Sebastian. Finn would be ripped to shreds and Sam... Well, lets just all agree that wouldn't go well.

With a long suffering sigh Kurt asks, "He is at least a boarder at Dalton right? So I'll only have to deal with him on the weekends?"

"Yeah, he'd be here Friday night and go back Monday mornings until school lets out for the summer. Even then, he'll have to go back and forth for lacrosse, apparently." Burt states.

Looking around the room Kurt can tell by everyone's faces they're just as unhappy about this new development as he is. Carole looks worried, glancing back and forth between Kurt and Burt. Finn looks kind of freaked out, like the thought of two gay boys sleeping in the same room, in his house, is his worst nightmare. It probably is, actually. And Sam is just staring at Kurt, knowing exactly what Kurt feels about it, he looks like he wants to say something, anything to make Burt change his mind. When Kurt finally turns to face his father again, he almost starts laughing at the look of reluctance on Burt's face.

"You're being a little too accepting of this Kurt, given what I know about your past with Sebastian, I kinda figured you'd be the one screaming the loudest about all this." When all Kurt does is raise an eyebrow at his dad, Burt says, "I know you're almost an adult now, but you're not allowed to take advantage of this situation, I'm gonna trust you not to cross any lines with him staying in your room. After what happened with Puckerman-"

Kurt can't help the look of horrified disgust on his face when he realizes his dad is worried about him hooking up with Sebastian. Sam starts laughing maniacally when he notices, eventually leaning over to whisper to Kurt, "He should be a bit more worried about you finally losing it on him and beating him to death with your hooker boots."

Despite the amusing mental image that creates, Kurt smacks him, "They aren't hooker boots you pleab, they're Doc Marten's and trust me, if I was going to beat Sebastian, I'd use the Gaga shoes." None of this is going to matter, I'm sure Sebastian would rather live under a highway overpass than with me. I don't have to throw a bitch fit, he'll do that for me.


Apparently not. The next day Kurt warned Finn and Sam that he would be leaving as soon as he could get out of class, so unless they wanted to find another way home, they had to be out at the car five minutes after the last bell. He needed every minute he could get to Sebastian-proof his house. The first thing he did was go through the first floor, most of his embarrassing baby pictures had been dealt with years ago, but there were a few that were dubbed 'no way in hell' and had to be stashed in his dad's room. Dad can just keep the tea party pictures on his dresser for awhile.

After deeming the first floor clear, Kurt makes a quick pass of the second floor before locking himself in his room. Looking around he tries to decide what all he has to hide. Quickly taking multiple pictures of his post-it strewn possessions for future reference, he strips all of them and throws them away, not wanting to explain his system, and suspecting Sebastian would just screw them all up to confuse him later anyway. Plus it looks messy, but shut up, not the point.

Once he's sure he's removed all the colorful bits of paper, he goes wall by wall preparing to take down anything too 'girly' or conversation worthy. Surprisingly there isn't much that he removes. He's unashamed of most of this things, the main removals are last year's prom memorabilia. His crown, scepter, and prom picture are tucked away in the bottom of a combination-lock chest in his closet where he hides the things he doesn't want Finn and his friends to find. The picture alone would open up three topics that Kurt has no desire whatsoever to talk about with Sebastian-fucking-Smythe: Kurt crowned Prom Queen, Kurt in a kilt, and Blaine in general.

Being reminded of the kilt, Kurt digs into his closet and drags it out, along with his other skirts, corsets or anything else in that vein, it's not like he had been wearing them anyway. Opening up his nightstand drawer, he stops to decide what all he should hide. He eventually decides that a certain Christmas present from Blaine should be locked away. And no, he doesn't mean the fabulous leather messenger bag that Kurt had opened in front of his family. Leaving the rest of the contents of his nightstand is a little nerve wracking, but come on, if Sebastian doesn't have most of the same things stashed in not just his own nightstand at home, but also his school bag, locker, and probably his car, Kurt will eat a shoe. No need to be a prude about it.

With one last look around the room to make sure he didn't forget anything, Kurt walks back to his closet, double checking the lock on the chest before tackling the clothes. Knowing that he won't need his winter wardrobe until long after he's in New York, Kurt packs his heavy coats, thick pants, sweaters, and winter accessories, leaving one article of each type of course. One never knows when you'll suddenly need a sweater or something... I've only just realized I sound like a boyscout, and a fairly pompous one.

With all the space created from packing away his heaviest clothes, Kurt figures that's enough room for Sebastian, it's not like he's bringing everything he owns and honestly, Kurt has more closet space than most teenage boys rightfully need. He'd even manged to clear out a large dresser drawer and left it slightly open so he'd remember to point it out to Sebastian when he got there. Next he moves over to the corner of his room under the windows, taking the usual chair that sits there to the basement, and getting Finn to help bring the roll-away bed back up with him.

As he makes up the mattress with fresh linens, he suddenly remembers why the bed was bought, back in sophomore year, for Finn to use back when Kurt thought they would share a room. It's actually kind of amazing how far we've come in just two years. Now, not only could I share a room with Finn if we had to but Sam and Noah would both be comfortable sleeping in the same room with me. God, we hadn't even met Sam yet back then. Besides, I really should have known better than to put that much Moulin Rouge into a room with a straight boy.

Despite the fairly horrible memory of that fight, Kurt can't stop himself from laughing a little at Finn's face back then. Kurt smiles fondly, knowing that Finn keeps one of the dreaded lamps in his room as a reminder to never let that kind of fear turn on him or Kurt ever again. Realizing that his dad will be back with Sebastian soon, Kurt takes one last look around the room to make sure he hasn't left out anything too incriminating. He finally says goodbye to having his own room and goes downstairs to await his doom. Okay, that was dramatic, even for me, but seriously? The rodent-faced bastard is going to be in my room. I think I have the right to freak out a little.

Heaving a long suffering sigh, he flops himself down on the couch, leaning against Sam and pouting up at him, not caring that Sam is too busy playing Xbox to even acknowledge Kurt. "Well, my room has now been purged and is ready for invasion. Hey Sam, want to switch rooms? Don't worry, there's at least a 50% chance that Sebastian won't molest you in your sleep."

While Sam just laughs and continues raining fire and destruction down on Finn's character, Finn looks up, pauses the game and asks, "That's not like, a real worry is it? I mean, yeah, he's kind of an ass but he wouldn't... do that sorta thing to you would he?"

Kurt snorts, "Oh no, not me, I'm definitely safe. I'm no where near Sebastian's type, he sees me as one step away from a drag queen. Sam on the other hand, is probably exactly his type."

Sam grins widely and says with a wink, "It's the lips, boys can't resist the lips!" Seeing Finn's look of horror at the mental images that produces, Kurt can't contain his giggles and buries his face in Sam's back, trying to recover.

Before he's even managed to sit back up, the front door opens and Burt walks in, closely followed by Sebastian, who's carrying a sports bag. Pausing the game again, Finn, Sam and Kurt all awkwardly wave or nod at Sebastian, standing up and moving a little closer but noticing his total lack of expression, don't do or say anything else. The tense silence is broken by Carole coming down the stairs, immediately going to hug Sebastian, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry, have you heard anything else about your grandmother?"

"My dad is flying out tonight, we actually just met him on the way to the airport, he'll call me tomorrow when he finds something out." Sebastian is speaking very monotone, like he doesn't know what to do in a situation he can't smirk his way through.

The awkward silence returns and Kurt finally elbows his dad, giving him a pointed look. Taking the hint, Burt says, "Okay buddy, why don't I show you around while they make dinner and you can settle in a bit. Like I told you in the car, Friday is family dinner, which you'll be part of now, and I'm warning you now, Kurt has become a bit of a nazi about it ever since my heart attack. We trade off on chores, but we'll go easy on you the first week, if you don't know how to do something, just ask one of the guys, God knows they needed more help than mostly grown men should have."

"Hey! Shouldn't you blame the parents when kids don't know stuff? It's not our fault that our moms took care of everything!" Sam defended.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, it's just good you guys learned now before you went off to college and starved to death under an avalanche of dirty socks." Burt moves back to the kitchen to show Sebastian around before moving upstairs.

Once the coast is clear, Kurt offers to help Carole with dinner, avoiding going back to his room and having to see Sebastian's look of derision and disgust. I think I'll put off hearing his thoughts on my taste in décor as long as possible, thanks.


[Sebastian]

Sebastian really can't believe his luck. As he follows Burt through the second floor he's tempted to ask out loud if this is really happening. For one thing, he really can't believe his grand-mère is sick. There's just no way. He's always been half convinced he would die before she would, and he's finding it a little strange to even think of her as old and alone the way his père had made her sound. Sure, he knew she was technically alone in Paris, but it's never bothered her before. She's always been a very social person, always throwing parties and luncheons.

Sighing quietly he tries to tune back in on what Burt has been talking about, he hasn't been listening at all. Ah, he's explaining the bathroom situation. Apparently he thinks having four boys sharing a bathroom really only intended for two is going to turn their house into Lord of the Flies. After reminding him to make sure he locks both doors when he goes in and unlocks them when he comes out, he stresses heavily that there is another half bath off the dining room downstairs, clearly hoping to avoid WWIII. Not knowing whether to be worried or amused by Burt's obvious concern about teenage boys fighting over a bathroom, Sebastian simply nods.

After pointing out the doors to both his own room, then Finn and Sam's, Burt finally shows him where he'll be staying. Having already been warned that he'd be sleeping in Kurt Hummel's room, Sebastian pulls up his strongest poker face, preparing to be assaulted by pink walls and Lady Gaga posters. He's relieved and surprised to find no pink in the room when he's led inside, at least not enough to notice. As he glances around, he quickly notices the bed shoved under a window, obviously recently put there judging by the fact that the blankets don't quite match everything else in the room, not to mention it's a bit bigger than the space really allows, making that one area look cramped where the rest of the room looks intentional.

"Okay, well that's the house then! We also have a basement off the kitchen but it's not finished and is used for storage. Dinner should be ready soon so you should probably put off unpacking your duffel until after. Kurt did say he would clear out some space for you in the dresser and closet, and it looks like he did, so... see ya in a bit, kiddo." Burt awkwardly closes the door and Sebastian can hear his feet clomping on the stairs as he goes back down. Finally left alone, he decides to poke around a bit, because really, why not?

After throwing his bag down on the bed, Sebastian looks around the room, still half expecting to see a feather boa or stuffed animal collection. Stepping closer to the bookcase, he finds everything from Oscar Wilde to Eragon. The girliest thing he finds is actually a crystal imbedded skull, which just confuses him.

Glancing over at Kurt's bed, Sebastian notices the nightstand and can't help but smirk, walking over and opening it, not touching anything but being slightly disappointed that the only things of note in there is a small bottle of lube, condoms and some tissues amongst the fashion magazines, an old Altoids tin, flashlight and sleep mask. Closing the drawer before he gets caught, he moves to the closet, shaking his head when he notices that the boy actually owns a vanity, covered with bottles and tubes. Of course he does, god only knows how long he spends every day putting that shit on.

A quick glance inside shows him that there's actually quite a bit more space cleared than he thought he'd be allowed. Suddenly wishing he'd brought more clothes, he decides to ask someone to drive him to his family home tomorrow so he can pick up some stuff, including his car if his dad agrees. All he has is his school work and a change or two of clothes, shoved into his lacrosse gear bag, the only thing he had that was big enough to fit everything. Not bothering to change since it's so late, he at least takes off his shoes, blazer, and tie, feeling oddly uncomfortable being in Kurt's room and not fully dressed. Come on, I've been much less dressed in much weirder places, get over it.

He flops back on the bed he assumes is his and after a minute it finally hits that his grand-mère may actually be sick, might actually die. Not able to handle that fact, he decides to text Dave. Still amused at Dave's new nickname on his phone, Sebastian chuckles and types,

To Bear Cub: guess where I am right now?

From Bear Cub: Id guess hell, but that's mean right?

To Bear Cub: Actually, I'm laying on kurt hummel's bed, so you're not far off.

From Bear Cub: WHAT?! How the hell did u get there?!

To Bear Cub: LMAO I knew thatd get your attention, I'm actually staying here. Can't believe lady face didn't already tell you actually.

From Bear Cub: We havent talked in a cple days, been busy getting rdy for my tests... get off his bed Seb.

To Bear Cub: Aww, you still have the hots for Hummel huh?

From Bear Cub: Nah, I just really don't wanna have to bail Kurt outta jail when he gets arrested for murdering u. srsly, u should move before he comes back.

To Bear Cub: How do you know he's not sitting right here beside me? ;)

From Bear Cub: LOL ya rite man, he'd never go for u. srsly, move, he's gonna dye ur hair pink while you sleep or something. U have no idea what ur messin with rite now.

To Bear Cub: Jeez, you ruin all the fun, I'm on the spare bed in his room, not his actual bed, relax.

He's just hit send when he hears footsteps outside the door. Sitting up, Sebastian watches as Kurt comes in, laying his phone down on the table by the door and telling him awkwardly, "Dinner is ready, and there's a house rule of no cell phones at the table. You should hurry, even best-behavior-for-company manners won't keep Finn and Sam from eating everything if you're late." Kurt then just turns and leaves, not even waiting for a response. He'd gotten another text,

From Bear Cub: well at least I won't have to fight off mental images of the 2 of u sharing a bed. Talk abt nightmares. So y r you staying with Fancy?

To Bear Cub: Long story short, my grandmere may or may not be dying, don't know the details yet, will let ya know when I know. Ok, gotta go to dinner, I've been summoned. Later

From Bear Cub: shit man, that sucks, hope she's ok, ttyl.

Getting up, he sticks the phone into the side of his duffel and shoves it under the bed to be dealt with later. He walks to the dining room like he's marching to a funeral dirge. When he walks in, he's relieved to see that the only spot left at the table is beside Finn and that Kurt is actually the farthest from him he could be, sitting beside Sam. While eating, he has a bit of trouble keeping up with the conversations, having only ever been in family meals with his père and grand-mère. Burt, Finn, and Sam are talking about football and Kurt and Carole are talking about New York, and whether or not he'll need to go clothes shopping again now that the spring lines have hit, occasionally one of them will switch conversations like they'd been part of it the whole time. Sebastian really couldn't care less about either topic so he keeps to himself.

He's surprised to find he actually likes the pasta quite a bit, he's usually a very picky eater. Maybe my standards are just slipping? When he notices that Kurt gets distracted by a question from Burt, Sebastian takes the opportunity to compliment Carole. "This is really good Mrs. Hummel- uh, Hudson? I'm sorry I'm not sure what your name technically is now."

There's a brief moment of silence as Carole glances at Kurt, who shakes his head for some reason, before she turns back to Sebastian, "Thank you sweetie, I'm glad you like it. It's actually Hudson-Hummel, but you can just call me Carole."

Sebastian manages a weak smile before Burt distracts him with, "Actually, considering how much of a tyrant Kurt has become about eating healthy, it's a very good thing you can appreciate dinners without much meat." Kurt blushes lightly and leans back in his chair muttering something, earning him a snort and an elbow nudge from Sam, Kurt's only response being a lip twitch and a hand flap in Sam's direction.

The Hudmels, sans Kurt, try a few more times to get Sebastian to talk but get vague and reluctant answers and eventually give up. Soon enough everyone has finished and Burt and Carole head out to the living room, reminding Finn and Sam it's their turn to clear. Finn immediately jumps up and starts grabbing glasses, carefully maneuvering himself back into the kitchen trying not to drop anything. Kurt gets up and starts to help Sam stack the dishes carefully to be hauled in. Sebastian stands, offering help.

"Nah man, it's cool, it's your first night, relax, your time will come." Sam responds. As he turns to leave Sebastian hears, "That goes for you too, you did most of the cooking, you sure as hell aren't doing the dishes, get out of here." Sebastian turns just in time to see Sam smack Kurt on the ass and shove him lightly toward the door to the living room. Kurt grins and is about to make a snarky comment about Sam touching his ass when he turns to find Sebastian's raised eyebrow. Coughing awkwardly, Kurt steps around Sebastian and heads into the living room.

When he recovers enough to follow, Sebastian finds Kurt going through a cupboard of board games with Carole, and hears them discussing which ones they could play without the night ending in screaming and/or tears. Quickly realizing he's expected to spend the night playing Scrabble or something else equally ridiculous, Sebastian asks to be excused, claiming he's tired and just wants to unpack and go to bed early.

"Sure kiddo, it's been a helluva day, let us know if ya need anything." Thanking Burt, he makes his escape before someone can pop out of a closet with a guitar and a bag of marshmallows and ask to sing campfire songs.

When he gets back in the room he grabs his bag, deciding now is a good time to unpack what little he brought. His phone chimes so he checks it, only mildly annoyed by the text wall Jeff has sent him.

From Draco: hey! Are you at Kurt's yet?

From Draco: Wtf dude, so rude, are you there yet?

From Draco: Seb? Seriously, you there yet?

From Draco: Come on, stop ignoring me, I know you have your phone, you always have your phone. D=

Quickly typing a response before he can be pelted with even more inane texts,

To Draco: jesus fuck Jeff, be more annoying would you? I didn't have my phone, we were having dinner, apparently no phones at dinner with the Hudmels.

From Draco: Oh! actually I knew about that rule, Kurt kept forgetting his phone when we went down to dinner, said it was habit. So how's it going? Is he there? Say hi for me!

To Draco: No, reject, he's not here, he's downstairs playing a board game or something, idk I bailed as soon as I could.

From Draco: Ok, tell him I said hi when he comes back? Shit, gotta go, my mom is yellin. Tell him I said bye too!

To Draco: Later idiot lol

He pokes around in the closet a little and then finally gets around to unpacking. Sebastian hangs up his clothes, including his blazer and tie, and stashes what few non-clothing items he brought in the drawer with his socks and underwear. He stretches out on the bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how his life ended up this way. Seriously, it's so fucking unfair. How is it that after I decide to stop being a douche, my life goes to shit? I haven't blackmailed or bullied anyone in months, I haven't even been to Scandals in over two months. So why is it that now I'm stuck living with Kurt 'Gay Face' Hummel? I still can't believe Père didn't cave and just let me stay home alone, he's usually such a pushover. And really, out of all of hisfriends, why the hell did it have to be Burt?

Grabbing his laptop, he pulls up his email, sending his père a lengthy message about how unfair it was that he was 17 and he couldn't be trusted to be left alone in the house on the weekends. He also asks if he can go to the house tomorrow and get some stuff, especially his car, because now that Stephan isn't around to drive him back and forth to Columbus on his way to and from work, he'd definitely have to drive himself on the weekends. He asks how grand-mère is doing, and tells him to call whenever he hears something, no matter what time it is.

After sending off the email he switches to facebook, replying to messages from Thad and Nick. It's as he's scrolling through his friends list looking for someone to talk to that he realizes, he's been here for about two hours now, and been around Burt almost two hours before that, and not one person has mentioned Blaine. That seems a little odd, considering everyone knows that he's gay, and he'll be staying in another gay boy's room, even if that boy is Gay Face. Maybe they got in a fight over it? After everything that Sebastian had done he can definitely imagine Blaine throwing a fit about him staying in Kurt's room. I wouldn't want someone as damn fine as myself in my boyfriend's room.

Snorting to himself at the notion that he would be at all interested in making a move on the most stereotypically effeminate boy in a 100 mile radius, Sebastian signs off facebook and looks around the room a bit closer, looking for any pictures of Blaine. He does find some, there are five or six pictures around the room, all but one are pictures of a large group of kids that Sebastian recognizes as Kurt's glee club, Nude Erections. In the more recent pictures, Blaine is standing with Kurt with arms wrapped around each other. The only picture that isn't of the glee kids is actually framed and sitting on the dresser. It's an old picture, that or someone is very talented with instagram filters, of a pretty woman with small features and soft brown hair holding a toddler, which is clearly Kurt. Ah, his real mom. Burt said she'd died when he was young. She looks like him, way more than Burt does at any rate.

A loud "WHOOP!" from downstairs almost makes Sebastian jump, snapping out of his thoughts. Noticing that he's been standing around staring at the picture for way longer than he intended, he decides to take advantage of the fact that everyone is downstairs and busy, and take a shower. After gathering his toiletry bag, underwear, and some track pants, Sebastian heads for the bathroom. He takes a quick second to poke his head through the other door in the bathroom, surprised that it's actually not that messy considering two teenage boys live in there. It's also better decorated than he figured it would be, apparently Kurt had control issues, he was even designing rooms that weren't his. Actually considering the taste level, it was probably Carole that picked out everything for both boys' rooms. He shakes himself again and retreats back into the bathroom, hoping to finish his shower before Kurt comes back up.


[Kurt]

Kurt opens his bedroom door, smiling widely. He'd managed a last minute win on Twister, making up for the true trouncing he'd received from Carole's Boggle. Granted, his only real competition at Twister was Sam, but he still took great pleasure in the win. Next time, when it was Finn and Sam's turn to pick, he knew all he could possibly look forward to would be Battleship and Xbox.

It's only after he hears the shower running that he snaps out of his stupor, remembering that there should be a smug meerkat hiding out in his room. He'd honestly managed to forget him for an hour or so. Relying on Sebastian being the new guy, who would likely forget to unlock the second door, Kurt gathers up his pajamas and waits patiently for the water to turn off.

When Sebastian does step out, Kurt pops up, ready to dart past him as soon as he's clear of the door. He's stopped momentarily by the fact that Sebastian is not actually wearing a shirt. His brain stutters for a second and while he patiently waits for it to reboot, Sebastian raises an eyebrow again and steps around Kurt to put his clothes away. Kurt shakes himself, thankful that Sebastian did forget to unlock the door, a fact not missed by Finn as he growls from the other side of the door. Kurt takes a quick shower, glad it's the weekend and he can get away with doing his quicker routine.

When Kurt steps out of the bathroom, dressed in soft flannel sleep pants and an oversized black henley he'd stolen from Noah, he's prepared to defend his right to moisturize. He's shocked to discover that Sebastian has already laid down to sleep with the blankets pulled up almost to his ears. He's pretty sure that Sebastian isn't actually asleep yet, but he's also pretty sure he doesn't care, as long as he isn't talking. With a relieved huff, Kurt walks by him to sit at the vanity and do his skin care regimen, taking his time but being as quiet as he can about it. Once finished he gets up and turns out the lights and crawls into bed, hoping that he'll be able to sleep quickly.