"It's Christmas time!" Rachel screams out happily, pulling both Kurt and Mercedes's hands, while Finn walks behind them in the large hall of the shopping center.
"It's not Christmas yet," Kurt corrects her, staring at the internal Christmas lights and the small trees along the hallways and shops, "it's almost Christmas."
Mercedes nodded beside him, wearing a way too serious face for the topic.
"I tried to explain this on deaf ears that it's bad luck proclaiming a festivity when we're not there yet," She explains, rolling her eyes and Kurt knows he has missed a lot of freak discussions about it (the thought scrapes a little into his heart, making him feel like he misses McKinley so much he's going to die), "but you can clearly see she's decided to ignore me."
"Hey!" Rachel complains, making them laughs out loud, "I'm still here, you know? It's not really polite that you keep talking bad about me."
"What's Finn doing here? Since we're chatting about bads."
Kurt would prefer avoid these questions, but being far from his friends – or at least spending less time with them – makes him particularly curious about every single detail of their life. Even more curious than he was before.
"It's our duty to buy a Christmas tree, Finn included." Rachel answers, sighing, and it's enough to make him understand the answer is not what he had expected. "It's so terrible he doesn't even want to listen to my excuses."
The walk gets suddenly interrupted. They stopped just in time in front of Santana Lopez, who was staring at them with a lifted eyebrow of hers.
"I know it's Christmas, but this doesn't give you're the right to breathe the same air I breathe." She says ironically, pointing her finger against them.
"Could you guys stop?" Mercedes scowls, rolling his eyes, "It's not Christmas yet!"
"Weird, I thought Rachel was casted to play Rudolph in one of those boring Christmas tv shows about drinks and blah, and I almost thought that was a wax nose and she would have kept it off, once it got finishes. Sadly it's real."
Rachel is about to complain but she doesn't have the time for that.
"Are you shopping or something?" Kurt asks, icing the conversation before the damage gets serious.
"No, Mr. Virginity," Santana snaps back, arms crossing against her chest, "I'm buying stuff so I can force boys to pay for them and make them my Christmas gifts. Isn't this the plan of a genius?"
Maybe it is, but Kurt can't answer anyway because he stopped at the beggining of the sentence. It's not that the New Directions don't know he has never had a boyfriend, but is it so evident that it comes out so casually during a conversation?
Kurt is proud of whom he is, seriously; it's simply that he's starting to feel tired about being mocked for the same reasons, over and over again. It gets boring at some point.
He isn't even noticing the words the girls are exchanging now or the way Santana is insulting Finn, after she's noticed he's there. His mind has totally blacked-out, focused on things he shouldn't even be thinking about.
What if he accepted?
What would happen to Kurt Hummel if he accepted Sebastian Smythe's offer? What would happen if, once in his life, he'd have let himself go without thinking too much, at the idea of been taught on whatever Sebastian wants to teach him? How would even doing that stuff feel like?
These questions pass through his mind fast, one after another, but he forces himself not to think about it.
He would never accept.
He can't do that.
The last thing he wants is for that lascivious snake to bring up how attractive he is, so much Kurt'd accept something it'd never do on other occasions. His ego would be enough of torture to make him even regret he lives and breathes and walks.
"Lady Hummel?" Santana calls him, making him notice Sebastian and her seem to have the same horrible taste for lame mocking. "Are you still there?"
Kurt blinks his eyes and looks around.
It doesn't take him long to realize the foursome is staring at him now. So maybe they've asked him something and he just didn't answer.
"Uhm … yeah?" He asks unsure, wearing a grimace on his face.
"Okay, I realize you like flying around in a private school, surrounded by birds, but …" Santana answers, without even bothering thinking about the double meaning of her words, "Could you pay attention? It's not like I won't leave without yours but Barbrah and Pumba could start to be bored by your frustrating silence."
"Oh well, sorry," he answers fast, happy about the fact that Santana has given him a chance to reply, because he has no idea what they've asked him, "the programs keep my mind busier than that could ever do. I mean, private school is quite tougher, you know."
"Oh c'mon, listen to him," Santana comments, rolling her eyes. "He's already flattering himself with that. I bet you like it that you're all boys. Did you sneak out of someone's room already?"
Kurt is surprised about how fast his face changes of color: he can't believe he's already blushing at the simple thought of that eventuality – that is going to remain just like that, never to be experimented – and he can't help but wonder again.
If he can't even resist to such a stupid joke like that, how could he ever have a sexual life one day?
"No way!" He complains out loud, a little offended, before he can even realize it, "I'm … I'm not that type of person."
He stares at the four of them and they're examining him as if he's an alien.
"Kurt … this is really a weird reaction, isn't it?" Mercedes makes him notice, a little worried.
"Well it's a delicate topic …" Rachel tries to defend him, but that doesn't avoid Santana's next attack whatsoever.
"Are you kidding me?" He asks both the girls before she turns towards Kurt, "Listen to me, Barbie boy. The day is gonna come, sooner or later – and I'm telling you the kindest and vainest way," and Kurt is trying so hard not to tape his ears, "when you're gonna have to pull the zipper of that stupid pants of yours that make your sexuality even less definable, and let your warbler out, and believe him, you'll enjoy it."
Kurt suddenly feels like it's too hot there. He feels like the air service has broken or something.
He tries not to think it's because of the unchaste thoughts Santana's words have made burst into him, because he has no unchaste thoughts.
Still he can distinguish Blaine's hair, eyes and every little part of his body between the thoughts. It's not something too out of his control, nothing dirty however, but something his moving into his mind and it feels like it's a terrible beginning of something he doesn't want to start.
"Oh Dios," Santana murmurs, as if she's disturbed about it, "Kurt, are you okay? You're blushing and I just freaking told you you're going to lose your virginity someday, that' it. Do you think this is normal?"
At the word 'virginity', Rachel and Mercedes show the two of them their backs and start walking forward as if they know Santana would have started the conversation on them too.
"Did you ever have fantasies?" Lopez asks, interrogative look on her face, and Kurt can't really answer hey 'yeah, right now', because Santana would make his life a living hell.
"Santana, c'mon." Finn pulls at her arm, trying to help out his brother. Kurt can't help but notice Rachel's bad face at the contact between them, even though Berry is walking like a lot forward.
"Oh, c'mon ex-Finnocence, can't you see I'm trying to be a better person and helping him solving his freaking problems in the spirit of Christmas?"
Kurt stops listening when Finn pushes Santana away, compassionate look towards him.
There are too many things going on with the topic of his sexuality right now and he can't ignore it anymore, but he has no idea why. It's not like he has become a prude all of a sudden, so why do they seem to talk about it right now?
That makes the situation even worse. It's not like he's even considering accepting Sebastian's freaking offer because part of him clearly knows what the deal is about: Sebastian attends a private school full of boys and he needs to find a way to feed his sexual needs; he has probably already tried the trick up with Blaine but he didn't work, and Kurt knows there aren't so many gays at Dalton as one might think.
In a few words: Sebastian's searching for someone who'd do him – and lets him do – whatever he wants.
The simple thought of it makes him blush.
When Santana turns to him, fast look, she looks like she understands what's going through his mind because she smirks maliciously and blinks.
Kurt Hummel and sex can't deal with each other, Kurt's sure about it.
"Have you thought about a present for your lovely Blaine?" Sebastian's voice interrupts that pleasant immersion in modern history.
He's sitting on the sofa in the lecture room and he turns his head a bit, staring at the smirking guy that's entering the door and moving closer.
"Not yet," he answers, wondering which the exact reason why he can't simply ignore this idiot instead is, like he doesn't even exist. "I'll make up my mind soon, I promise."
"Seriously?" Sebastian asks, and Kurt looks back at him right when he was trying to get back to the book. "What about me? No presents for me?"
Kurt shakes his head fast, not too playful.
"Should I? Everything you've done since I've been here has been pestering me with ridiculous jokes and obscene offers!" He complains, while Sebastian turns around the couch to sit beside him.
Kurt can't help but notice that being so close is so unusual.
"I do have a gift for you though ..." he whispers and Kurt has to look down at the book immediately to distract himself from the way Smythe's face is approaching.
He would never want that voice, low and hoarse, to affect him. Kurt would prefer being totally indifferent to the closeness with that jerk, no doubt. Yet he can't help but thinking that he has never been in such a situation.
An handsome guy - an unbearable but still handsome guy - is trying to seduce him. Or something like that, he can't be sure.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, after swallowing, while still staring at the book without understanding a word of what he's reading actually. "Or is it just another one of your stupid way to make fun of me?"
"It could ... but I bought you a gift ..." Sebastian winks, leaning towards him on the couch to paste his own leg to Kurt's. He puts a hand on the open book, forcing it to rest on Kurt's lap, despite the boy persists to hold it in his hands. "Maybe you want to use it with me, instead of Blaine ..."
Kurt swallows again and blushs instantly.
He perfectly knows that the most natural question would cost a considerable embarrassment caused by the answers Sebastian would give him, but it's getting too hard to hold.
He turns his head towards him and their noses almost touch, tips brushing slightly.
For a moment, looking into these gorgeous green eyes, he pins to write down that he never has to give credit to whatever Sebastian says, since he has said he isn't going to run after him.
"What is it?" Kurt whispers in a low voice, as if he's hoping that Sebastian can't hear the question and gives up on it eventually. Obviously it's such a vain hope.
"A sex toy ..." He whispers against Kurt's lips, inhaling and exhaling slowly, "You wanna play with me, Kurtsie?"
"No," it's the immediate answer he gets from Kurt, who tries to squeeze his own body against the arm of the couch to get away from him the better he can. He feels so freaking frustrated at the simple thought that Sebastian thinks about stuff like that and that he thought while … thinking about him? "No, I'm not-I don't care, okay?"
Sebastian laughs then spontaneously, which is weird.
"No, seriously, you need help." He comments, instantly moving back and away from him. "It's not possible that I can't even joke, and you're already embarrassed? You're acting worse than a child about it!"
Kurt tilts his head to the side, trying to refocus on the book, but it's too much of a delicate mission with Sebastian who's still staring at him that way.
He manages to gaze slightly at his movement, as Sebastian puts his arm against the back of the couch, behind Kurt's shoulders, staring at him like he's waiting for a valid response to their provocation.
Kurt has to carefully contemplate this choice of words, before deciding if this is going to be wise choice or not.
He closes the book, resting it on the arm of the couch and turns toward him, realizing the fact that being so close is even more embarrassing if he looks into his eyes.
"Have you ever thought, even for a moment, that the problem of my inhibition could be … you know, you?" He asks, and immediately notices of Sebastian's frown. He knows that he hasn't been very clear. "I mean that ... maybe you and your frustrating behavior do nothing but annoying me because I'm not interested?"
He's not surprised that Sebastian's eyebrows are lifting because it's so obvious that a guy with an ego like his could not think he's not appealing to some.
There are long seconds of silence between them during which they only looks one another, her faces staying a few inches away from each other.
The silence precedes the pure panic into his chest when Kurt realizes that Sebastian's eyes are now wandering between his blue eyes and his rosy lips.
For a moment he wonders if Sebastian is seriously considering the idea of kissing him, not because he likes it, of course, but simply to prove something. Kurt isn't sure of where the situation would go in that case because if it is true that Sebastian's not on the list of guys that interest him (at the time including one name only), he can't really deny that he's too curious to know what it feels like to be kissed by a boy, possibly without abrupt or violent intents.
He just wants to be kissed.
He wonders what's wrong with wanting a kiss, and especially if Sebastian is reading in his eyes that's all he wants because if he is reading, things can get really bad, for his mouth and for his pride.
The moment he looks up he realizes that he has stared at Sebastian's lips more than he should have had. Too much probably.
But Sebastian is already grinning, he has fully recovered and no longer has that form of abstract desire that Kurt has saddled a few seconds before.
Yes, because Kurt is convinced of having given up a little at the shape of the kiss itself, because he definitely doesn't want to kiss Sebastian. It has been simply tempted by the 'kiss'.
"You seem very disinterested." Smythe says ironically, eventually, before he is completely relaxing his back against the sofa and looking away from Kurt to stare somewhere, a smirk still on his face.
"I am." Kurt objects, knowing that unfortunately he has given Sebastian a good reason to doubt about it. "You know that ..."
There's another awkward moment of silence and Kurt doesn't think it's appropriate to allow these silences to become part of their ordinary existence at Dalton because they're not accommodating, not at all, and it doesn't help Kurt feeling as if he's home.
"I know."
The words, however, surprise him, indeed, disconcert him.
He analyzes Sebastian's face carefully, his eyes suddenly closed, his head resting on his arms folded against the back of the couch, and he can't help but wonder if he's just about to make a bad jokes or if he's about to say something serious.
"You're a virgin, right?" He asks, this time turning to him and opening his eyes.
Kurt would prefer not to be stared with the look Sebastian is giving him, while he asks him; he would prefer for him to remain relaxed with his closed eyes (he has found the show strangely intriguing, but has tried to shrug it off because he isn't ready to bear the idea of liking Sebastian when he shut the fuck up) .
Unlike the first time, he has many problems to nod at that question, even though his face has blushed instantly, just like a few moments before, due to the proximity.
"So, I get it." Sebastian says to him, returning to the previous position and closing his eyes. "Every touch must be hell for you, a real torture. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, miss. I have passed the stage where the idea of a kiss made me lose my head and I didn't even care about who would hopefully kiss me. "
Kurt finds it particularly inspiring.
There was something about that Sebastian (the one who trembled for a kiss) that he wants to find out. It's almost hypnotic to watch him as he speaks about a reality that momentarily belongs to Kurt, strangely without laughing, despite the tone is still unfailingly ironic.
"What happened to that Sebastian?" He dares to ask, instantly realizing he has made too many mistakes with that question.
One: Sebastian has made a personal question but that could mean he has automatically given permission to Sebastian to do the same with him. Fortunately, the expression on his face makes it clear that he's not the least interested in finding out something about Kurt, which makes him sigh in relief, a lot.
Two: He has shown Sebastian that he has a slight of interest in him and the life he has lived, which isn't a good thing, because he is spending most of his days trying to make him understand that things are exactly the contrary. He tries not to think about it, and focus on the 'know' pronounced by Sebastian earlier.
Three, perhaps the worst thing: Sebastian has surely noticed this new strange bit of concern in Kurt's voice that would make him understand that Kurt would despise the idea of seeing him as a better person. Or worse, maybe Sebastian is now convinced that Kurt wants to see him becoming a better person, for who knows what reason.
Strike, Hummel, congrats.
He could go on with the list, but Sebastian is turning his face, rubbing it against the sleeves of his uniform and watching Kurt with a new expression on his face, one of those expressions that Kurt knows he can't read into properly, because he has known him for so little. The vision is enough to make him forget about whatever he was thinking a few moments before.
"He started fucking around."
Here it is. Sebastian has removed any trace of awkwardness in that room, and he has even managed embarrass Kurt again.
He looks away from Sebastian's face and stares at an empty point in the room, swallowing at the thought, at the bad image Sebastian's words have delivered to his brain: could he really hook up without sharing something more behind sex itself? Just for fun?
"What are you going to give to Blaine?" Sebastian asks, however, surprising him: Kurt was not expecting that he would do something to shake up this messy situation.
He turns to him again and notices that Sebastian has already leaned back on the couch and turned to silently demand him more attention than they usually give to each other.
Right now, they're just two people talking.
"I don't know ..." Kurt murmurs, looking down. "I don't know him well, not yet. I know that he likes scarves. "
He wants to look at Sebastian's face to read his expression during this silence, but he doesn't dare doing it. He knows he's making a mistake because Sebastian already mocks him constantly about his crush on Blaine and it's going to get worse after this conversation.
"You really like him, c'est vrai?"
This tone of voice (or perhaps French) gets his attention and he can't help but looking at him this time. He wants to know how to read into the tone of voice, wants to understand what the question is supposed to mean, but it's not working. He can't manage that.
"Un peu," He lies slightly, giving him a smile, "un petit peu."
From the smile Sebastian is giving him, Kurt knows that he has already translated in that 'peu' his mind, and it is a lot more a sort of 'beaucoup', but that's not a problem: why should Sebastian even be interested in that?
"Then you should buy him a bowtie." He suggests, finally, leaving Kurt a little shocked, before turning back to him. "Don't tell Blaine that I told you, but we found out about his bowtie addiction when we rummaged through his drawers and found dozens and dozens of bowties of different colors and themes. It was creepy has hell."
Kurt can't hold back a laugh (oh God, why the hell is he even laughing?) because he could definitely imagine Blaine's drawer right now. Even though, because of the idiot sitting beside him, he has imagined a closet that contains nothing but scarves and bowties as wardrobe of his room.
"So I guess I should thank you." Kurt replies, giving him a spontaneous smile. Perhaps – a totally amplified perhaps though – there's something more about Sebastian that he could actually like.
"I can think of a way," Sebastian snaps, however, shifting from the position and bringing the arm back on the backrest behind Kurt's back, "how about you thank me in my room?"
Although it's whispered in a sexy way, Kurt doesn't feel any tension, and it's not like sex is suddenly no longer the keyword to make him stutter, or something like that: he simply knows that, for once, Sebastian hasn't really proposed anything naughty or shameless, but he's just awkwardly trying to fix the too many moments of humanity that he has shown him up today.
But he wasn't clearly expecting for Kurt Hummel to understand it because, when Kurt smiles brightly, despite the joke, his eyes go wide open.
"Are you about to tell me 'yes, please Sebastian, close the door and fuck me right now', aren't you?" He asks, obviously ironically.
"I was about to say that you're disgusting, but ... I think I want to tell you that you're being nice," he says, with a shrug, "I am sure that you take 'nice' as a lamest insult than 'disgusting'."
"I'm not being nice!" Sebastian complains in fact, instantly, "But ... just so I know: what am I being rewarded the nice award for, exactly?" He asks, leaning slightly towards Kurt.
Kurt doesn't look like he's willing to answer that question. Indeed, he has his own question to ask and he's not interested in Sebastian's concerns about his good mood today.
"Why were you messing with Blaine's drawers, anyway?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow and he is not surprised when Sebastian shrugs.
"I was looking for his briefs."
Kurt rolls his eyes: he has been deluded into thinking that the discussion could take a normal turn for more than a minute, but, you know, considering whom he is talking to, Kurt has been stupid just thinking that it could.
He just shakes his head and gets up from that position, while noting Sebastian is already following the movement with his eyes.
"Oh, are you going away? I was going to spill the details about all the benefits you'd get from accepting my offer ..." he says, but he doesn't look like he's very convinced he wants to continue that discussion in earnest.
For a moment, Kurt has the impression that he's only looking for an excuse to prolong the conversation, but he convinces himself that he's beginning to wander too much around an imaginary lecture of Sebastian's thoughts, because the boy would never want to keep on talking with him.
On staying in this room right now, Kurt has no doubt about it.
The problem is that most of the time Sebastian looks like he doesn't really want to waste his time 'talking'.
"You've already pointed out the advantages, meerkat face," He tells him that, making Sebastian's eyebrow arch, "I think you should resign yourself to the idea that you'd probably have to go looking for some other virgin to exploit for your dirty sexual kinks."
Sebastian wrinkles his lips, but he grins fast so that Kurt can't think he is hesitating to answer.
"If I tell you you're the only virgin in this school, you'll take it too bad and feel even more embarrassed than you do with carrying that gay face around, so I won't increase your discomfort towards yourself."
Kurt is particularly amazed at the way in which these words are not hurting him that much anymore, probably because the tone of Sebastian's voice is slightly different from the one he has used of the first days. It's still bitter, terribly snappy, but there is something, a little something, that makes it possible for Kurt to take everything as nothing more than a game.
"I would know that it's a lie." He says, sure. He doesn't know for sure, because he hasn't personally asked all the Warblers about their virginity (it's still a question that Kurt can't pronounce out loud anyway), but they can't seriously be virgins, at least not all of them, so he doesn't specify it and lets Sebastian believe he knows the details. It's funny, he likes being a little self-confident around this asshole sitting on the couch right now.
"Uuuuh." Sebastian comments as he slides along the sofa, getting closer to the arm and to Kurt, mainly. "Chatting on the gossips?"
Kurt shakes his head at that attempt to revive a conversation that's coming to an end, inevitably, but Sebastian seems determined not to grant discounts about it.
"Let me guess: now you'll turn on the corner along the hallways in search of Blaine, wishing you hit him casually, so that maybe you can fall on him?" Kurt is about to right tell him that he's just an idiot, but Sebastian doesn't even give him time for that. "Oh, no, I'm sorry. That'd be too much contact, human bodies, ew!" He teases, waving his hands in the air.
Kurt wonders why his eyes are enjoying so much the trajectories defined by the features of Smythe's face, because all this attention to this meerkat face is starting to scare the crap out of him. Unfortunately, he has to admit his physical appearance is so charming and it makes him ponder because giving it up to temptation can become more risky when having realized how handsome he truly is.
He thinks that, probably, rejecting him is so simple because he's too dreamy about Blaine to concentrate on another, not to mention the fact that this causal another can be particularly irritating.
"My innocent pure mind hadn't considered this hypothesis, as you guessed," he says, then, with a shrug, "but ... since you've suggested me … thank you, Sebastian."
Sebastian gasps and it takes him a little more to realize that Kurt has really said that.
When his gaze drops from the point he has staring on the ceiling, he gets that Kurt is already too close to the door: Sebastian has wasted too much time thinking and the bitch is already walking out.
He doesn't think twice before standing up from the couch, following him, because he can't really allow him to have such a good last word. It's like losing seriously. Kurt has already beaten him down badly once and not long ago, so that Sebastian was ready to suffer humiliation again.
"Maybe Blaine doesn't want to ..." He murmurs, behind Hummel, walking towards him and can't help but notice the way Kurt startles when he hears his voice. "Maybe it's not even interested in such a gay face as yours. Have you ever considered this hypothesis?"
Kurt shakes his head, but can't help but thinking about it.
He has thought several times that Blaine might not be interested in him, and also, Blaine has even offered his help to get him to conquer Sebastian - damn former high school mates who confuse other people's ideas about Kurt's desires – so maybe he doesn't care about deepen their relationship. Nevertheless, Kurt can't help but melt every time Blaine offers him to go out to get a coffee.
He turns to Sebastian - 'this is the last time' He swears himself - and shows him a wry smile.
"I still wonder why you're acting like this is your business because it's not. Maybe be you're mocking me because you have a crush on Blaine too, actually."
Sebastian makes a face and for a moment, Kurt shakes his head at the idea that what he's said might have some truth because, perhaps – maybe it's childish he knows it – the mere thought makes him feel deeply jealous.
"No," Sebastian answers, however, "I've already tried to get my hands on that ass, but the gentle-pip seems like he has something to say about what kind of person I am and blah blah blah."
Kurt doesn't know whether he's be glad that Blaine has turned Sebastian down, or upset by the fact that Sebastian has seriously gone after Blaine.
He wants so much to keep himself indifferent and steady, but the truth is that he's had a self-esteem issue for quite a while now and, no matter how much he tries to keep up with it, Sebastian's jokes on his physical appearance are beginning to make him feel like he's nothing but trash.
In a certain way, it makes him understand that these green eyes and these towering shoulders - okay not too much towering ('all at the right place' is actually a good definition of Sebastian's body) - could defeat him someday, if he'd even start a challenge for Blaine.
The fact that Blaine criticized Sebastian's behaviors, at least, makes him feel better, because it makes him realize that apparently Blaine is not the guy that doesn't go behind the surface. It's good because morally, Kurt could have won the challenge in case.
"And ..." He asks, unable to formulate the question fully.
Sebastian blinks, as if he doesn't get the point or whatver Kurt is asking him.
It takes him a fair amount of seconds before to realize that his statement didn't explain much, in fact, not about the present at least.
"And I gave up because I'm not going to humiliate me in this way. A boy or another, well, that's the same thing to me, and there isn't anybody for whom I'd make sacrifices or efforts, honestly, no matter how hot he is." He explains simply, before realizing that there is something not quite right in that speech.
Kurt is smiling.
"So ..." he says, crossing his hands to his chest, a satisfied expression on his face, "... I will not have to wait long before you decide to make it clear that you do not want to make any effort or sacrifice to get me? So, maybe you'll leave me alone eventually?"
"Sacrifices and efforts." Sebastian corrects instantly, nodding.
"Sacrifices and efforts." Kurt whispers, repeating his words and squinting, trying to read and scratch beyond Sebastian's skin.
For some strange reason, he has the impression that there is something outstanding, something confused. Something that even Sebastian Smythe can't define properly.
"Okay," Kurt says eventually, deciding that the he's quite determined to put an end to this discussion, because everything is become weird and awkward, "I ... I should go and-"
"Yeah, right-"
"Okay."
They look at each other for a few moments, eyes studying lips, eyes studying looks, and Kurt wants so bad to understand what the freaking feeling he's getting into his stomach right now must mean. It's so weird that he's feeling it with Sebastian among all people. It's like they're having a moment, but Kurt isn't able to call it anything but that.
However, he doesn't give himself a real chance to find it out, because he's afraid he might also realize that it's something he can't fight.
He turns his back to Sebastian again and, without adding another word, he walks down the hallway, even though he has already forgotten his goal, so he's just idling around (the farer from Smythe, the better).
It takes him a turn down the passage to remember about it, because he's accidentally collided with someone.
"Kurt?" Blaine asks, putting a hand on his shoulder to make sure that Kurt's actually okay.
Kurt blinks, and then realizes that he had taken advantage of that small walk along the hallway to blush, considering that Sebastian couldn't catch it, so probably, Blaine is able to see his pink cheeks right now.
"Are you okay?" He asks again, fixing the collar of Kurt's blazer (Kurt has no idea how he has messed it up, seriously, since he's always so concerned with keeping his clothes perfect on his body). "You seem upset ..." Blaine notices, unable to hold back a laugh at the scared blushing face Kurt's giving him for reason he doesn't know a thing about.
This kind expression however, seems to be enough for Kurt to smile.
"No, no," he answers fast, before Blaine can come out with some awkward question, like 'did Sebastian do something?' (he doesn't whether to give an honest answer and if it'd be 'no, it's about you' or maybe 'it's too much about Sebastian in a way I don't want it to be', so the best thing to do is avoid the possible question itself), "I'm fine. Maybe a feel a little sick, you know, Christmas cold. I'm feeling a little like I'm too hot right now."
Blaine looks at him, suddenly worried about his health, of course (yeah, well Blaine needs to prove himself as the perfect little creature he is, as if Kurt isn't already crushing on him so hard).
But Kurt can't help but notice an important detail: his mind is entering the Smythe mode; he can see it clearly from the fact that he feels embarrassed when he realizes the words ' too hot right now '. It's totally a 'Smythe' consequence because he pronounced the words with malice and only at a second analysis, he has gotten the double meaning that Blaine hasn't apparently caught.
Sebastian's already having a bad influence on him.
"Do you need anything?" Blaine asks, holding out his arm.
Kurt carefully stares at the point where Blaine's fingers are wrapped around his arm, and he suddenly feels like he's more than willing to take advantage of his fake influence. He gives him a soft smile and grabs his arm at the same way to carry him around through the hallway.
"Weren't you feeling bad?" Blaine asks, and Kurt can't help but give him a grimace.
"I'm already feeling better," Kurt turns to him, showing him a proud puppy face, "must be the Anderson effect!"
He wonders if he's actually flirting with Blaine, like, seriously?
Oh, God, he is! He's flirting with Blaine. He's flirting and it's all because of that unbearable meerkat, he has been able to turn this afternoon into bad with the shadow of his present, he's ruining his Christmas holidays, he has made him uncomfortable and, still worse, has made him feel uncomfortable with Blaine because of his contagious disgusting way of acting towards people.
Luckily for him, Blaine is smiling innocently and hasn't even realized what Kurt has actually said.
" Anderson Medicine!"
The joke is enough to convince Kurt about the fact that everything is fine between and Blaine hasn't even thought about it, not even for a second.
And this is the thought that calms him down, so he can enjoy his ordinary coffee with Blaine Anderson.