"Hey, Kurt, wake up," Sebastian said, prodding Kurt with his foot. "Come on, Hummel, wake up."

"Wha-what's going on?" Kurt mumbled sleepily.

"You're in my dorm and I need to get to class, so you need to go," Sebastian replied.

"Where am I supposed to go?" Kurt groaned. "I don't want to go back to Rachel's. Blaine will be there." Sebastian sighed and extended a hand to help Kurt up.

"You can follow me to class if you want," he offered. Kurt simply rolled over in his blankets, so Sebastian resorted to yanking the covers off the brunet.

"Seb, come on."

"No, Hummel, get up. I'm not leaving until you get up," Sebastian said. "Don't make me pull you up."

"You wouldn't," Kurt muttered. Sebastian raised an eyebrow and grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling him to standing position.

"I wouldn't?" Kurt didn't say anything as he headed into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later, refreshed and combed. "Aren't you just the perfect gay?" Sebastian teased. Kurt simply stuck his tongue out at him and grabbed his satchel.

"Are you going to class or what?" Kurt cocked his head. Sebastian grinned and followed Kurt out of the room.

"Hallo Professor M. Ich habe einen Freund mitgebracht, der sich überlegt in unseren Kurs zu kommen. Könnte er heute hierbleiben und zuschauen?" Sebastian asked the elderly professor, who was in a wheelchair. Kurt looked around at the other students, who were absorbed by their books.

"Ja, Herr Smythe, das kann er," the professor said in a heavy German accent, waving a hand.

"What does the M stand for?" Kurt whispered as the two sat down.

"Merkwürdigliebe," Sebastian replied promptly. Kurt looked confused, but shrugged it off.

Kurt sat through the rest of the course, completely oblivious to what was being said around him. Sebastian seemed very fluent in German.

"Herr Smythe hat ihrem Freund der Kurs gefallen?" the professor asked Sebastian as he and Kurt made to leave the room.

"He's asking if you enjoyed the course," Sebastian translated. Kurt nodded. "Say 'Schönen Tag'," Sebastian added in a whisper.

"Schönen Tag," Kurt told the man, who nodded and smiled.

"Schönen Tag Jungs," the professor called after them. Once Kurt and Sebastian left the room, the professor stood up and took a few steps. "Mein führer, I can walk!"

"He seems nice," Kurt remarked, following Sebastian into the café.

"One of the best professors here," Sebastian said, piling salad onto his plate. "Go on. The food's some of the finest around." Kurt loaded a tray with almost everything he could get. "Okay, there goes your cholesterol," he muttered.

"I haven't eaten since dinner last night. I have every excuse," Kurt said, biting into a dinner roll.

"Okay, so, if I may, what happened with Blaine?"

"He wasn't supposed to be here for another two weeks, but he surprised me, coming with Finn. We went to Callbacks, a karaoke bar for NYADA students, and Blaine sang "Teenage Dream", but he started to break down during the song and I knew something was wrong. The four of us walked home and Blaine told me he…he…" Kurt took a deep breath and sighed. "He hooked up with someone. Now, no offense, but my first assumption was that it was with you because…you know."

"None taken," Sebastian said, with a small smirk.

"But it was with this guy named Eli he met on Facebook; Blaine said they hung out and he…did stuff with Eli," Kurt sighed. "He told me, and I walked away, and that's when I bumped into you."

"Blaine is such a jackass for cheating on you," Sebastian said. "You know, my target may have been Blaine, but you are beautiful, you know that? I knew you'd never go for a guy like me."

"Maybe if that guy were a little nicer when we first met, something could've happened," Kurt teased, winking. This made Sebastian flush; Kurt silently triumphed, knowing Sebastian was hard to crack. "I knew I could make you blush."

"Y-y-you…?" Sebastian stuttered.

"Don't get your hopes up. If and until Blaine and I are officially through, you don't get any of this," Kurt smirked. "And don't you dare try to make it move faster."

"Fine," Sebastian said. "But I do get to flirt."

"Deal," Kurt agreed.

Kurt followed Sebastian to the rest of his classes, including his music lessons, where Kurt was singled out by the instructor.

"I know you," she said. "Class, this is Kurt Hummel." The students looked at Kurt curiously. "Didn't you just graduate from McKinley High?" Kurt nodded, wondering where she was going with this.

"William McKinley High School is the home of the New Directions, last year's show choir Nationals championships," the instructor told the class. "I'm Lola Peck." Kurt shook her hand and sat down next to Sebastian.

"Look who's famous," he muttered. Kurt nudged him and sat back.

"Sebastian Smythe, it's your turn to dazzle the class with your talents," Peck said, encouraging Sebastian to stand. The boy groaned and stood up. He slipped a tape to Peck.

"First when there's nothing

But a slow, glowing dream

That your fear seems to hide

Deep inside your mind

"All alone, I have cried

Silent tears full of pride

In a world made of steel

Made of stone

"Well, I hear the music

Close my eyes

Feel the rhythm

Wrap around

Take a hold of my heart

"What a feeling

Bein's believin'

I can have it all

Now I'm dancing for my life

Take your passion

And make it happen

Pictures come alive

You can dance right through your life."

"That was extraordinary, Mr. Smythe," Peck said.

"Thank you, ma'am," Sebastian replied, smiling. "How about Kurt sings something?" Kurt's eyes widened and he glared at Sebastian.

"Yes, why not? Kurt?" Peck was overcome with joy.

"I shouldn't," Kurt said. "It'll take your focus off everyone else."

"Kurt! Kurt! Kurt!" The class began to chant; obviously no one else wanted to sing, so they wanted Kurt to do it.

"All right, all right, fine, I'll sing." Kurt stood up and exhaled.

"It's not how long

We held each other's hand

What matters is how well

We loved each other

It's not how far

We travelled on our way

But what we found to say

It's not the springs we've seen

But all the shades of green

"It's not how long I held you in my arms

What matters is how sweet the years together

It's not how many summertimes we give to fall

The early morning smiles we wistfully recall

What matters most is that we loved at all

"It's not how many summertimes we give to fall

The laughter and the tears we gratefully recall

What matters most is that we loved at all

What matters most is that

We loved at all."

The class burst into applause and only Sebastian noticed the tears forming in Kurt's eyes.

A/N: Sebastian's song is "What a Feeling" by Irene Cara and Kurt's is "What Matters Most" by Barbra Streisand. The name "Merkwürdigliebe" is that of Dr. Strangelove's original German name. Watch Stanley Kubrick's "Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb". Amazing film.

German-to-English translations: (roughly done by Google Translator)

P.S. HUGE THANKS TO user Mercutio Lillac for the correct German translations.

"Hallo Professor M. Ich habe einen Freund mitgebracht, der sich überlegt in unseren Kurs zu kommen. Könnte er heute hierbleiben und zuschauen?" - "Professor M, I brought a friend of mine who's thinking of going here. Is it okay if he sits in with us today?"

"Ja, Herr Smythe, das kann er" - "Yes, Mr. Smythe, he may."

"Herr Smythe hat ihrem Freund der Kurs gefallen?" - "Mr. Smythe, did your friend enjoy the course?"

"Schönen Tag Jungs" - "Good day, boys."