Hi guys! Thanks for reading/following! I'm really excited to share this chapter, because I really enjoyed writing it, and I know it's been just two days x) but I can't wait anymore. I'm going through a non-stop phase with this fic, very similar to when I wrote 'Give thise tease a break' so... Hopefully this fic will have frequent updates as well! Anyway, happy reading!

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You know that feeling of excitement when you realize something huge just happened? When you go through life, expectant, looking around every corner for a sign to chase, a path to follow or a person to smile at, and then it happens?

For Kurt, meeting Sebastian had been exactly that, and he reckoned he would have been blind not to notice. The moment he had been waiting for so long, the one spark that would set things in motion was finally here, how could life ever be so generous?

"What's that about?" Finn, a friend and classmate, asked as soon as he saw Kurt. He was waiting for Kurt in the bus stop, as he did every morning, with the same bored expression.

"What's what?" Kurt asked distracted, sitting down next to him.

"Your face" Finn frowned. "You're all smiley and shit."

Kurt snorted. Finn always woke up in a mood. Luckily, it never lasted for too long. As soon as they got on the bus and Finn's girlfriend Rachel jumped on him, his gesture would switch to love fool in no time. Some time ago Kurt would have witnessed it bitterly, back when he had a big embarrassing crush on his best friend. Thankfully, those days were over.

"Well, this is turning out to be a really great morning" Kurt commented, cheerily.

Finn's frown grew bigger. "Seriously? It's not even eight. When did anything good ever happened before eight in the morning?"

Kurt chuckled, dumbly. Oh, so much could happen. So much. "I don't know" he sighed. "Life could happen, I guess. The love of your life might just decide to make an appearance today."

Finn observed him really confused for a few seconds. "Oh!" He finally realized. "They reran episodes of The vampire diaries again, didn't they?"

Kurt regarded him with disappointment. "No" he barked, more sad than annoyed. His love life was such a joke. "I'm not talking about Ian Somerhalder, although he will be my second husband, worry not."

Finn chuckled, amused. "Yeah. As long as he lets me borrow some leather jackets, I've got no problem with that. His clothes rock. Maybe I should get one of those jackets..." The boy wondered dreamily. "You think I'd look cool in one of those?"

Kurt frowned, shocked. "How come life just happened to me and you're talking about leather jackets?"

"Hey you know I feel kinda insecure about my looks!" Finn protested with his voice down while looking around for signs of people, embarrassed. "I'm just saying, maybe a leather jacket would make me look cooler, you know?" He smiled, fondly, while his eyes showed he was picturing that exactly. "Like one of those cool riders that are always dressed in black and got these big, noisy motorbikes. Shit" he froze, "but I ain't got no bike. Maybe I should also get one of those?" He asked Kurt, worried.

Kurt shook his head, mesmerized. "Unbelievable, he's still talking" he mumbled and got up. The bus was finally here. Thankfully Rachel would deal with Finn now and he could have some alone time to go over his encounter with Sebastian.

And maybe, just maybe, plan how many babies they would have together before they divorced. I mean, he was still going to marry Ian Somerhalder some day.

/

The room was too bright. The sunny Tuesday had evolved into a sunny Wednesday, but not even the shiniest beans of sun coming from the window could disturb Sebastian's sleep. It was a click, a click woke him up. A very sudden, loud and sharp click that sounded like someone was taking his picture. But it couldn't be, could it?

Sebastian opened his eyes very slowly and caught the blue-eyed kid quickly hiding a phone in his pants.

"Hey, paparazzi!" Sebastian grunted, only partially amused.

"Sorry, this is the first time I've got a boy in my bed" Kurt greeted awkwardly, then reached for his backpack and grabbed a little paper bag. "Here – I bought you something from the bakery."

Sebastian smirked, surprised, then sat up slightly and realized his torso was naked. He locked eyes with Kurt and caught the kid staring right at it, blushing while doing so.

Sebastian snorted, flattered. "You bought me some croissants?" He asked, trying to drive Kurt's attention away from his chest.

Kurt looked up, finally. The boy smiled shyly. "Uh, no- I bought you some pastries. I thought it was more appropriate for the afternoon tea."

"Afternoon?" Sebastian felt his body wake up completely. "Why? What time is it?"

"Around five thirty."

"Shit!" Sebastian exclaimed, getting up abruptly. "Shit, shit, shit! I don't even have time to go home and change clothes, oh shit" he kept murmuring while he looked for the clothes from the day before.

"You can borrow some of mine" Kurt offered, rushing through his drawers and handing him a somewhat colorful and striped blue sweater and a too tight black t-shirt.

Sebastian eyed the clothes with mistrust, a little uncertain. Didn't these look a little bit…?

"What? It's not too bad… is it?" Kurt asked, terrified. Sebastian shot him a curious glare and shook his head, to reassure the kid. "Oh, but these don't go with your shoes. Here" the boy opened a tall cupboard and took a matching blue sneakers from it. "These are a remarkable match" he smiled, pleased.

Sebastian chuckled, a little amused, then realized the boy took the matching outfit rather seriously, so he simply nodded. "Thank you. Is Santana still here?"

"No, we're alone" Kurt giggled, somewhat corny.

Sebastian frowned, which made the boy stop and adopt a very blank expression.

"Okay, thanks for the bed. And the clothes. Oh, and the pastries" he remembered, taking the bag from Kurt's hand. He was terribly hungry.

"You're welcome" Kurt smiled, bowing sort of clumsily, like the night before, which Sebastian took as his cue to leave.

He shook his head and closed the door behind him. What an odd kid.

/

Sebastian had to work late that night to make up for his morning absence, but no amount of boring pieces was as bad as having to deal with Santana's bad mood. It really made you miss ordinary Santana, even if her average attitude was a lot on its own.

But this was out of charts. The girl had been multitasking from nine o'clock, covering both hers and Sebastian's tasks, or trying to. Thankfully, that only meant she would take off earlier, leaving Sebastian with both hers and his own work in the afternoon.

Which, once again, was a win, because Sebastian preferred working five hours on his own than two hours with the girl on a mood. Also, he had slept eleven wonderful hours, and was feeling fresh as a rose.

"So the hermit finally left his cave last night" Brittany said while leaving a tiny apple on top of his desk.

Sebastian looked at her surprised. "Do you work here now?"

Brittany laughed cheerily. "I do! No one's paying me yet, but I figure if I stick around long enough they will."

Sebastian frowned, amused. "And what exactly is your job?"

"To keep Santana's needs covered and satisfied" the girl winked, mischievously. "But I might consider adding tiny-apple deliverer to my resume."

"Oh, you should" Sebastian played along, "next to cat party-planner."

"So you did like my party! Isn't my little brother the best? Isn't he all soft and cuddly? And his lips- wow, those rosy moist lips. Isn't he a great kisser?" She asked excitedly.

Sebastian winced. "Whoa-whoa- what? Why are you asking me that?"

"Because you slept with him last night, didn't you?"

"He what?!" Santana screamed, almost jumping from her chair and raging to Sebastian's desk. "You what?!"

"Hey!" Sebastian protested, throwing up his arms. "I did not sleep with your brother!" He screamed, then noticed pretty much everyone in the office was looking at them and waved awkwardly to Dave from Accounting, who stared at him somewhat bewildered. "Okay? I did not sleep with anyone last night" he said much lower this time, stressing every syllable. "Jesus. Your brother is like fifteen."

"He's ten" Brittany corrected him, gaining confused looks from both Sebastian and Santana. "But he looks much older" she added, "probably because off all that hairspray he uses."

Santana frowned and slapped Sebastian's head.

"Ahh!" He ached. "What was that for?"

"You little pervert, which clothes are these?" She asked, tagging at the blue striped sweater.

Sebastian gulped down, panicking. "Mine, okay? I bought them last week. You happy?"

He seriously hoped Brittany lived so much in her own world that she didn't notice he was actually wearing her brother's clothes, and thankfully, it looked like that was the case.

"I don't think blue's your color, Seb" the blonde commented, with a pity look. "We should go shopping together, or you should call my brother! Gosh, he's got the best taste. He would set fire to that sweater if he saw you."

Sebastian felt really, really confused but let it be. There was so much weirdness he could handle in one day.

"Okay, I'm bored" Brittany suddenly exclaimed. "Can we go now, San?"

Santana nodded and glared at Sebastian. "You better finish what I've got on my desk."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I will. Get out of here."

"Bye crocodile!" Brittany shouted, cheerily.

"Bye… monkey!" He waved back.

Not really working on a clock anymore, Sebastian happily typed, read and edited until three in the morning, when the cleaning service left, feeling as productive as any other day, but twice as energized and… awake. Just wonderfully awake for the first time in forever.

He was considering whether feeling wonderfully awake called for a pizza or a burger, following every fluorescent, fast-food light he encountered, when a sharp "HEY" startled him.

Next thing he knew, that odd looking kid, Kurt, was standing right beside him, smiling and acting all casual. "Hey, Sebastian!"

"Jesus!" Sebastian exclaimed, alarmed. "You scared the crap out of me" he confessed, unsettled.

"Oh, sorry" Kurt smiled apologetically and covered his mouth with both hands, really affected. "I didn't mean to do that."

Sebastian sighed and looked around. Wasn't it like three in the morning? "What are you doing here?"

Kurt gave the least believable shrug of indifference that the world's ever seen then. "Just in the neighborhood, taking a walk."

Sebastian frowned and examined Kurt's features thoroughly. Was he blushing again? "There's just so many things wrong with that I don't even know where to start" Sebastian said, arrogantly.

Kurt chuckled nervously. "Wait, what? What do you mean?"

"This is not your neighborhood" Sebastian pointed out, "for starters. And you've got class tomorrow, at eight," he added. "For seconds."

"And for thirds?" Kurt giggled, apparently amused, while he swayed his slim legs rhythmically.

"You're like fifteen. You shouldn't be alone in the streets at this hour" Sebastian stated rather seriously. Who was this kid and why was he so reckless?

Kurt's face finally showed some discomfort. For a moment there, Sebastian wondered if the kid was capable of showing anything other than giggles, awkward flirty stares and bows.

"Excuse me" Kurt cut in, outraged. "I'm seventeen, not fifteen! I'm a senior. I've already been admitted to Brown, mind you."

Sebastian snorted, amused. He threw up his hands. "Oh you're seventeen! Oh!" He exclaimed falsely, "That changes everything. Well good for you. I'm going home."

Sebastian turned around and resumed walking, feeling suddenly very tired.

"Oh, you're going home? Can I come with you?" Kurt asked, walking by his side two seconds later.

Sebastian rolled his eyes but didn't stop. "No."

"But why? I can cook" Kurt insisted. "I'm sure you must be hungry and-"

"No, I'm not. It's three in the morning, I just wanna sleep" Sebastian cut him, annoyed. This wasn't even funny anymore, being chased like that in the street by a ridiculous-looking teenager.

"Oh, I'll fall sleep right away too, you don't need to worry. I'm absolutely exhausted" Kurt emphasized, amused. "You don't know the morning I've had, God. First the exam, then Mr. Schues-"

"Kurt!" Sebastian stopped violently and grabbed the boy by the arm. "Stop it! Jeez, I mean, just shut up! I'm going home and you can't come with me, okay? Go home now" he stressed, glaring at him, upset.

Kurt stopped on his tracks too, his face losing all color and observing Sebastian with a really shocked expression.

The kid got silent and timid and his gaze fell on Sebastian's shoes, which were actually Kurt's sneakers.

"I guess I shouldn't insist, huh?" Kurt asked tentatively.

"No" Sebastian declared very firmly.

"Can I wait for you at your office tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, Kurt. No."

"What- you just…" Kurt observed him with incredulity, his face turning almost sad, and Sebastian found himself unexpectedly taken aback by the look; he felt guilty, even. "You have no doubts? You don't need anyone?"

Sebastian's gaze got cold. That was none one's business but his own. What was wrong with this kid?

"Did I ask you anything?" Sebastian simply asked, annoyed.

Kurt shot him an ironic smile. "Okay, I'll just go."

And he did just that, thankfully, because Sebastian wasn't entirely sure he could stand the scene any longer. He watched Kurt go, almost jogging towards the nearest subway entrance. The kid looked almost athletic like that; there was some sort of cadence and rhythm to his movements that made him look much more put-together. Like his body needed to be in movement to be at its full, to follow its own tempo.

Sebastian shook his head, tiredly. He had no desire to yell at pinky teenagers at three in the morning, but sometimes life happened, he guessed.

/

When Sebastian turned the corner to his street and looked up at his building, searching his window out of habit, something seemed off.

For the last two years, he always looked up to check on Julie. If the lights were on, it meant the girl had got home safely and waited for him while reading a magazine, probably, or watching some of her TV-shows. If the lights were off, which was rare, it meant the girl was either not home or mad at him from a previous argument; in these cases, Julie went straight to bed and didn't talk to him until the anger was out of her system.

So it really made no sense that Sebastian kept on checking the lights from the pavement, because it had been two months since Julie's passing and the lights will be always off now. There'll be no one waiting for him in bed, no one looking forward to share her day, to heal his tiredness with kisses, to feed him with comfort food when he was down…

But habits were a hard thing to get rid off. They had a way to linger, so even when Sebastian knew that the lights ought to be off, it didn't really perturb him to see them on. Lights had been on way longer than they had been off. To his subconscious, it made all the sense in the world.

He did startle when the key didn't give more than one spin on the lock, though. He remembered having locked the door. And he guessed Mary was also a smart girl. She would remember to lock the door, wouldn't she?

"Mary" Sebastian mumbled. Of course.

Julie's sister was lying in the couch, watching the TV and eating chips without a care in the world.

Next thing he knew, Mary's dog Trudie was barking really loud, making Sebastian feel like a stranger in his own house.

"Hey Seb" Mary greeted him, unaltered.

Sebastian folded his arms and contemplated her, expectant. "Well?"

Mary looked kinda sick. The kind of sick hale one gets after staying inside for too long, watching TV and eating crappy food. "I couldn't sleep, and you didn't come home last night" she explained, defensive.

"You've been here since yesterday?" He asked, shocked.

"I-" Mary started, but her voice trembled. "I just can't sleep at home, Seb. And look, look at all the stuff I found yesterday, all these pictures..." the girl showed him a few albums spread over the sofa, covered with empty bags of chips.

"Oh, Mare" Sebastian lamented, exhausted. "You shouldn't look at that."

He sat down next to her and lighted up a cigarette, anxiously.

"Why not?" Mary asked. Sebastian noticed then that the girl was wearing one of his sweatshirts, but said nothing. "Don't you wanna remember her? Seb, we can help each other with the grief, I miss her too" the girl said with a rough, afflicted voice. Her eyes were getting watery.

Sebastian patted her cheek, fondly. "I don't need that to remember her, mousie. I can't open a single closet in this house without breaking down."

Mary held his stare with complicity, and it was such a strange feeling for Sebastian. He knew he ought to feel like he was bonding with the girl, understood, trusted, anything! But it just felt wrong.

"I can't do this right now, Mary" Sebastian stood up and started pacing the floor, frantically. "I can't- I just- I need to move on. I can't keep dwelling like this, it's not healthy, and it doesn't help" he tried to explain, suffocated, his anxiety rising in spite of the cigarette.

"How can you be so selfish?" Mary had the nerve to ask, coldly. "You should respect my sorrow."

"Right" Sebastian couldn't help his bitterness. "Just like you respect mine, moving in here."

"It was my sister's place too!" Mary defended.

"Okay, that's it. Have fun with that."

He didn't wait for a reply. He stormed out and ran, ran down the stairs and down the streets, one after another, without stop, without thinking; he just ran and got as far from his street as possible. And from Mary, and Julie, and his apartment, and their life together.

He had been drowning for too long, asleep in the eternal dream of his memories, and he just couldn't take it anymore. He was awake now, and he needed to remain awake – that was all he knew.

He ran until his chest hurt and his knees felt weak, and even then he didn't stop. His mind seemed set on getting somewhere, and he was following his instinct.

Somehow, he ended up in Brittany and Kurt's neighborhood. It was like his body remembered the last place where he had managed to get some rest and just took him there.

Funnily enough, Kurt's light was on.

Sebastian panted, his chest fighting violently to catch some air. He sat down in the pavement for a minute or two while he caught his breath.

He shouldn't be here. He knew he shouldn't be here. That his presence here would only encourage a teenage boy's silly fantasies, but the lights were on.

Sebastian took out a couple of little pencils he had stolen from the office earlier and, one by one, he threw it at Kurt's window.

Soon enough, Kurt opened the window and observed him with a really bewildered expression. It made Sebastian's stomach twirl.

"No questions. Give me the door code" Sebastian demanded, then realized it was not his place to be making demands right now.

Kurt held his defiant stare until Sebastian softened it. If he was Kurt, he would never let a bastard like him in, not after treating him like that.

"0709" Kurt whispered and smiled.

Sebastian shook his head and went to the door. He was coming in, but he wasn't losing the upper hand tonight.

"What are you doing here?" was the first thing Kurt asked Sebastian as soon as he collapsed in the kid's bed, taking way too many liberties, but whatever. That was Kurt's problem, if he let strangers come in and steal his bed that easily. "Right. No questions. Got it" Kurt answered himself, after a few seconds.

Sebastian took off the coat and the scarf, then went for the shoes and realized something. "I'm still wearing your clothes. And I couldn't take any clean ones from home. Sorry" he apologized, because every once in a while he could take some responsibility from his actions, after all.

Kurt shook it off, though. "That's okay. You can keep 'em. Or you can borrow something else. Did my outfit make some girls check you out today or what?" He joked, giggling awkwardly.

Sebastian actually chuckled, and it felt nice. "Oh, that's not all it did. It gained me some thorough looks from some of my coworkers. Men as well."

Kurt laughed. "Oh, that's what my outfits are made for, didn't I tell you?"

"You did not, but you didn't have to. I figured that much."

Kurt sat down on a chair. Well, not a chair exactly. It was a gigantic and very purple armchair that looked like it belonged in princess Jasmine's palace, to say the least. But it did look pretty comfy, Sebastian would give that to Kurt.

"So, still working?" Sebastian asked to break the silence, because if Kurt's plan was to spend the night watching Sebastian sleep while sitting on his enormous armchair, he was greatly mistaken. And also, his laptop was on and there was some text document there opened.

"Oh" Kurt startled, running to his laptop and shutting it down. "Not anymore."

Sebastian smirked, amused.

"Anyhow" Kurt sat back again, visibly relieved. "Hey, don't mess with those" he called off Sebastian, who was taking books from Kurt's bookcase at random, checking them briefly.

"Let's see what the govern program makes you read these days" Sebastian said playfully, mostly because those books were clearly not from any govern program. Not the current, not an old one. "Queer – I found it very instructive indeed. Did you enjoy it? Learnt something fun?" He asked, maliciously.

Kurt got up and slapped Sebastian's hand, taking the books and putting them back on their place in perfect order.

"You're ridiculously neat" Sebastian observed, gaining a bitchy glare from the boy. "Did you change the sheets? I mean, were you not secretly expecting me to spend the night here again?"

"You're an asshole. I'm sleeping in the sofa."

"Kurt, come on" Sebastian chuckled. "You got me in your bed, just like you wanted- and it was just so you could sleep in the sofa?" Sebastian joked, clicking his tongue. "I think not. And I'm really intrigued to see what you had in mind. Come on, what were you going to do to me when you had me here?" He asked, flirty as fuck.

"Stop it!" Kurt protested, all blushed and nervous, though he still didn't move from his chair. "You're not even funny, you know?"

"Oh come on! You chase a twenty-six-year-old man in the street, what can you expect? Let me at least have a laugh about the ridiculousness of the situation" Sebastian chuckled.

"Fine" Kurt gave up, annoyed. "You're done?"

"Not yet, but it can wait" Sebastian conceded. "But seriously, petit. You shouldn't chase mature guys on the street like that. Not just because it's lame, and childish, but mostly because it's dangerous, silly. What if I were a degenerate, or a pervert?"

"But you're not" Kurt said, like there was just no more valid argument than that. "And I don't just go and stalk old guys for a hobby, idiot" he explained, embarrassed, because that only meant that he only chased Sebastian. "Don't you ever take a risk?"

Sebastian regarded him in silence. Did he ever? Yeah. Maybe not lately, but he used to. But it had been too long since Sebastian had felt even remotely like that, so it was hard for him to relate to Kurt's immature kind of crazy crush. The kind of teenage love that made you go and follow someone around. Sebastian was way passed that.

"Did you just call me old?" He asked instead, trying to clear the air.

Kurt chuckled. "I think so. But maybe you are old if you can't remember doing something like that" he got shier, tentative, "I mean, have you never… loved- for the sheer sake of it?"

Sebastian's eyes probably went a little wide, but he couldn't help it. He found it utterly corny to even use words to say something like that, and he wanted to just die.

"Jesus. Is that- Are those-? Are those actual words? Did you just say that?" Sebastian chuckled, shocked.

But then, while Sebastian said those careless, rough words, Kurt's cheeks blushed furiously and his hand tried to hide and cover them discreetly but failed. And there was just something so raw, so authentic about this kid's vulnerability that it just made Sebastian want to play along, if only to ease Kurt's embarrassment, or to award his bravery. Who knew.

"Yes. I have" Sebastian answered calmly, after a couple of seconds of utter silence and embarrassment. "But those loves are often pretty indigestible and hollow. You can't see that at first, but then it comes a moment when that's all you can see."

Far from discouraged by the response, Kurt's eyes light up with excitement (if only it wasn't so easy to see right through him) and the boy bit his lip for a moment, trying to filter his words, which Sebastian imagined were abundant. Kurt was just so fun to look at; it looked like he had been containing thousands and thousands of hypothesis and arguments about love for too long, and now he had suddenly found someone willing to discuss them.

"But aren't those the ones that leave no one indifferent? Aren't the best kind of loves indigestible and exhausting?" Kurt asked, smiling.

God, he looked so happy and grateful to Sebastian for indulging his silly little game of questions and answers...

"What you call exhausting is usually sickening. Fleeting." If Sebastian was going to indulge Kurt's whim, he might as well indulge some of his own. And his, right now, was to disagree on principle. "Those silly immature loves are too green to grow, too easy to mean anything. They eat you away. It's better to save your energy" Sebastian added, having somewhat fun collecting his thoughts as well.

It was a funny thing to be around a teenager; their excitement was contagious, even if it was about a silly chat about love. So he threw the advice in, just in case. There was nothing wrong with getting all riled up with words. But that was all it was: words.

"I don't think you can play safe in love. You don't save, you dare- you put things in motion" Kurt explained, passionate, almost as if he had some experience on the matter. "And when it lasts is- well, it's not fleeting. It lingers. Like a scent. In every inch of your body" he said cautiously, his eyes big as the moon. And blue. So very blue.

Sebastian observed him in silence, not really sure what to say anymore. Kurt was a seventeen-year-old. Of course he was determined to fall in love and lose his head in the matter. Well, that was on Kurt, then. Sebastian wouldn't let the kid use him as the object of that mad, silly and childish love – no matter how entertaining it was to watch.

"Did you learn all that from Queer?" Sebastian joked.

Kurt sighed, annoyed, and rolled his eyes. "You're kinda insufferable, you know."

"But you're cute." That was the adjective that Sebastian chose to describe him, and it looked like Kurt liked it, because he bit his lip to contain a smile. "All right, time for bed, you runt."

"It's only four, it's not that late" Kurt protested discreetly, but got up and closed the curtains, obediently. He probably knew how to pick his battles. Or probably not.

"You've got class at eight. Maths, Bio or some good old Literature to fill your head with more silly ideas about love, as if it wasn't already full" Sebastian joked, moving aside to make some space for Kurt.

Kurt looked at him dubiously. "I can sleep in the couch."

"Make yourself home, petit" Sebastian insisted, then took off the rest of his clothes except the boxers.

Kurt contemplated him with an incredulous expression for a second or two. Possessed-like, he then raced to the door and turned off the lights. "Okay."

The boy lay down and got under the covers, bringing with him his perfume and his warm presence to bed. Sebastian came closer. He knew he shouldn't enjoy playing with some teenager's feelings so much, but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't enjoyed himself so much in a really long time.

"So. Did you bring me here to have some big, deep talks about love? Or was it just so I could hold your hand and cuddle you in your sleep, is that it?"

Sebastian placed his cold hands on the small of Kurt's back, playfully, gaining a slap from the receiver.

"Idiot!" Kurt protested, but cut some distance as well, which was unpredicted for Sebastian.

"Whoa-whoa easy there" Sebastian said, somewhat intimidated himself by Kurt's advances. "I was kidding" he clarified.

Kurt looked tougher, all of a sudden, but not too much. "You know I didn't bring you here, right? You came yourself."

Sebastian considered that for a moment. Mixed signals much? Okay, he got it. He was confusing the poor kid a little. So he opted for being honest. Somehow, it felt safe to be honest.

"I can't sleep at home."

Kurt's hand very timidly came forward and rested upon his neck, and caressed it. Sebastian startled a little, but let it be. He closed his eyes, and decided not to move. It felt nice.

After a minute or so, it stopped.

"Good night" Kurt's voice wished him.

"Oh, good night" Sebastian replied, surprised. Not that he was actually expecting Kurt to do something stupid, but still. Maybe the kid was smarter than he looked like.

For a minute or two, Sebastian remained still and didn't move much, hesitant. He was having the sudden whim to be covered with someone's arms, no matter whose, and something told him that was the reason he had actually come here tonight.

But he knew it was just a whim. And he had satisfied enough whims for one day.

/

Even if Kurt had actually been planning that morning how many babies he'd have with Sebastian, that still wouldn't have prepared him for actually sharing a bed with the presumed future father of his kids.

Because, I mean, they were totally not sleeping together. They were just sharing a bed. They were bed buddies, that was all. Not a single inch from their bodies was in contact, nor was Kurt trying to make them be.

He was too busy freaking out really badly, and that took a lot of time and energy. But, like a lot of time. Like, how did people manage to actually get any sleep at all when they shared the bed with someone they liked? He was dying! Dying! And tomorrow he'd be a zombie, that was for sure.

Also, he would not be able to complete his full morning skin ritual, and the mere thought was just making him faint and vomit already. He would wake up next to the most attractive guy he had ever met, and he wouldn't even be at his fullest! He would have terrible bed hair, terrible bag eyes, and horrible breath! Please, couldn't anybody save him? What had he been thinking letting Sebastian in? Getting in bed with him? Chasing him in the street? He wasn't even enjoying any part of it.

Except that he was. Kurt was feeling sick, but he was also feeling unbearably alive. And the truth was he had been craving someone to make him feel like that for a really long time.

So yeah, he wanted to vomit, but he also wanted to touch Sebastian. Not in a bad, creepy, molester kind of way, God! Of course not. But he… he did want to cuddle with him. Was that too corny? And Sebastian was right: he did want to have big, deep talks about love until morning. But he wanted to have 'em with Sebastian, and no one else.

He was losing his mind, wasn't he? This was some guy he had met only that morning! How could a day hold some many events? And why so many other days held few to nothing? Kurt was feeling like this was the first day of his life, and he was finally ready to live it; sickness, vomiting and all.