A/N: Ok, so, if people want a general timeline, it's probably around season 2-ish and Kurt hasn't met Blaine. Also, for the scene with Seb & his brother, sorry if that's really awkward. I don't have little siblings but it just seems like something a little kid might do all innocently and stuff. And Seb REALLY wanted to laugh, but I told him to stuff it and be serious, so he was. I hope this chapter plays out well and you all like it! Please review! :D
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Kurt lay in bed that night, blushing profusely at the words he'd whispered in Sebastian's ear. He groaned as he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. While he really was gifted when it came to splits and backbends, he couldn't believe he'd actually whispered those facts in someone's ear, hoping to get a…reaction out of them. He groaned into his pillow, burrowing his face in it as much as he could without cutting of his air supply. He heard his door open. "Go away Finn!" He griped. He heard the little patter of feet on his carpet and turned his head to look towards his door. "You're not Finn," he amended. Lizzie giggled as she jumped up onto Kurt's bad, poking at his side.
"No, I'm not. I'm Lizzie!" She cooed. Kurt laughed, rolling over onto his back.
"What's up milady?" He asked. Lizzie laughed as she crawled up the bed and sat next to Kurt's head.
"Nothing," she drawled. Kurt turned onto his side, propping his elbow on the bed and placing his head on his hand.
"Nothing?" He repeated. Lizzie blushed.
"Well…Barnabas's older brother…you two…I mean…doyoulikehim?" She rushed. Kurt eyed her.
"Repeat that please?" Lizzie's color deepened.
"Do you like him?" Lizzie asked. "And I mean, like like him?" Kurt laughed.
"Just as a… sort of friend, I guess?" Kurt mused. "I mean, I only met him yesterday, Lizzie. You can't really fall for someone that quickly." Kurt lay on his back again, folding his arms behind his head. Lizzie looked at him for a moment before mimicking him. They both stared up at his ceiling until Burt poked his head in, calling Lizzie to bed.
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Sebastian sat on his bed, hand gripped tightly around himself, pulling back and forth in a smooth rhythm. He was fantasizing about what Kurt's lips might look like stretched around him, or what he might look like under him, writhing in pleasure, wrecked and begging him for more, for release. They were such pretty pictures, each one coming and going as fast as the next. One minute, Kurt was bouncing up and down on him and the next, Kurt was kneel- "SEBASTIAN!" Sebastian's hand jerked to a stop. He could hear his door opening, so he quickly stuffed his lower half under the blanket and plugged in his headphones, feigning an air of innocence. Which was good, because the next moment, Barnabas was in his room, clobbering up to him on his bed. Sebastian groaned and rolled his eyes.
"What do you want, Barnabas?" he said, exasperated. Barnabas started bouncing.
"You like Kurtie don't you?" He asked. Sebastian snorted. Barnabas stopped bouncing and gave Sebastian a hard look. "I know you do." He said matter-of-factly. Then, his face morphed into one that a proud parent would give to their child. "When we got home, I googled 'tent in pants'," he said. Sebastian's eyes bugged out of his head as he turned, finally to face his brother. Barnabas grinned smugly at him (or as smugly as an eight-year-old can look) and continued. "You had an…it was called…an earection!" He declared. "And google said that you only get an earection around people who you find attractive." Sebastian wanted to laugh, he really did. However, he didn't think laughter would be an appropriate reaction. Of course…he wasn't sure what would be, so he went with his first thought.
"You didn't tell mom and dad, did you?"
"NO, Sebby! I didn't tell them." Barnabas huffed. Sebastian nodded his head.
"Good. Well um…guess I can't deny that I like Kurt, since I've got such a smart brother," Sebastian replied, ruffling Barnabas's hair. Barnabas pulled away and stuck his tongue out at Sebastian. Sebastian laughed.
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"Mercedes, I don't really know what to do here. I mean…I don't even…this is ridiculous! I only just met him two days ago!" Kurt cried, slamming his head against his locker. Mercedes rubbed his back comfortingly. Kurt lifted his head and undid his lock. He pulled out exchanged some and shut it again, lacing his arm through Mercedes'.
"I know it's confusing boo, but I don't understand why you're beating yourself up over it." Mercedes said. Kurt nodded his head.
"I don't know either. So what if I like him?" He asked. "I mean, he's gay, he's made that much obvious. And he's really good-looking. I mean…"Kurt trailed off. Mercedes laughed.
"Look, Kurt. I think it's obvious that, even if you don't want to admit it, you like him and his advances. Just tell him. I gotta go now, and so do you or we'll be late for class. Later, white boy." Kurt rolled his eyes before smiling affectionately.
"Later boo." He walked towards his AP French class, his thoughts trapped in the parking lot of his sister's elementary school.
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"He's got an ass to die for. It's just begging to be fucked," Sebastian said. Trent flushed.
"Dude, you've been talking about him since first period! Isn't there another topic we – well, you actually, since I don't think I've said two words – could discuss?" Trent said, exasperated. Sebastian smirked.
"No. You don't understand. I mean, you haven't seen him."
"At this rate, I won't have to!" Trent cried. Sebastian laughed.
"I'm not doing him justice. I'll take a picture of him today when I see him, ok? Then, as a fellow gay man, you'll see what I'm talking about." Sebastian finished.
"What are you two talking about?" A third voice asked. Sebastian inwardly groaned and Trent smiled, turning to face him.
"Hey Blaine!" He said jovially. Blaine grinned back, a slight blush staining his cheeks. Sebastian rolled his eyes. Seriously, when where those two going to get together? "Sebastian was just telling me, for the thousandth time, about this guy he met while picking up Barnabas from school." Trent summarized. "And apparently, he's quit the looker." Trent capped off, winking. Sebastian turned his head to see if Blaine's face went pinker. It did. He smirked, turning his head back to attention as they approached his AP French class.
"Well, I'll see you gentlemen later." He said, waving a hand in their general direction, thoughts trapped in the parking lot of his brother's elementary school.
