Title: Number Twenty
Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: R
Beta: canuckpagali & lurkdusoleil
Warnings: Promiscuity, Crude jokes, Slut Shaming, Sex, Klaine Angst
Summary: Kurt's life isn't shaping up to be what he had expected. He's still single, he isn't a Broadway star, he's just lost his job (which he hated anyway), and he's about to watch the most on-again-off-again couple known to man get married. To make matters worse, he's just learned that the amount of guys he has slept with is twice as much as what's considered average in the USA. He's pretty sure if sixteen-year-old-Kurt saw himself now, he would be appalled.
Watching "What's Your Number" with my husband the other day, I suddenly felt compelled to try to write that story as a Kurtbastian fic. It just seemed like it would fit really well. I did take a lot of liberties with the storyline and with my Glee characters, but hopefully it'll be for the betterment of the story.
NOTE: A very special thank you to obsessivegleekypotterhead for helping me with this chapter.
Chapter Four
Two mornings later, Kurt woke alone; just like he had every day since kicking Benjamin out, (except for that one, horrible morning when he woke with Mr. Twenty in his bed). At first, the familiar pang of loneliness pressed at his chest, a feeling he had lived with almost every day since puberty. But at a few moments of lazing in the peace of his quiet room with no one to impress and no false impressions to make, the knot began to unwind just enough to allow him to breathe properly. Smiling softly, he listened to the cars in the street, the kids playing in the nearby concrete park, the sound of snoring... Kurt sat bolt upright in his bed.
The snoring continued, soft and masculine. Kurt swung his legs out of bed and stood; he inched around the side of his room and peeked down the short hall into the open living room. Lying sprawled out on his couch was Sebastian, mouth hanging open and head resting on Kurt's designer throw pillows.
"Hey!" exclaimed Kurt and Sebastian startled, nearly falling off the couch. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for..." stammered Sebastian sleepily, his brain obviously still fuzzy from sleep. "Andrew to leave."
"You hooked up with someone in the middle of the week?" asked Kurt incredulously. "Don't you have a job to be at? How do you pay rent? By stealing cash from the wallets of your conquests after they fall asleep?"
"Don't be so crass," grumbled Sebastian, shuffling around on the couch to get more comfortable. "We had a romantic evening together, a very... romantic experience. Then, I told him I had to get up early for a dentist appointment, and now I'm hiding on your couch until he leaves."
Kurt gaped at him for a few beats before shaking it off. Without another word, he stalked off into his bathroom to shower. When he returned showered, teeth brushed and hair styled, dressed in his undershirt, briefs, and a bathrobe, Sebastian was back to dozing.
"You should use this time to do some actual work," said Kurt, grabbing a second throw pillow from his sofa chair to toss at Sebastian's head.
"I am working," grunted Sebastian, rubbing a hand over his face. "I set up a Facebook account for you."
Kurt's eye twitched with the knowledge that Sebastian had managed to crack his password and get onto his computer.
"I don't want to be on Facebook," snapped Kurt, so far, he had managed to keep away from the thing for the two decades it had been around and he wasn't planning on being part of it any time soon. "What picture did you use?"
Sebastian grinned sleepily at him before sitting up on the couch and opening Kurt's laptop where it sat on the glass coffee table in front of him.
"The one I just took of you sleeing this morning," answered Sebastian casually.
Kurt groaned.
"I think this is going to be better," said Sebastian, suddenly serious. "While you're looking for them, they can be looking for you."
"Fine," sighed Kurt, moving past Sebastian and up the step into the kitchen. "But I refuse to tweet."
Kurt began looking through his cupboards in order to start his coffee.
"Oh, number seventeen," said Sebastian, halting Kurt's movements. "Trent Partridge has friend requested you. He's tagged you in a few photos and suggested that you become a fan of the Dalton Academy Warblers?"
Kurt nearly dropped the can of coffee grounds he was holding. He spun around, unsure of whether to be touched by Trent or worried at the awkwardness that could ensue from being connected with him online.
"I always liked Trent," he finally managed to say. "He's a sweetheart."
"You don't sound interested," questioned Sebastian, looking up from the computer to glance over his shoulder at Kurt.
Kurt bit his lip and shrugged.
"Oh, there's a story here," said Sebastian, grinning and leaning back on the couch to get a better look at Kurt.
"Where's my coffee pot," Kurt muttered, trying to evade Sebastian's amused but questioning looks.
"I broke it."
"What?" exclaimed Kurt.
"If you were on twitter, you'd already know that," stated Sebastian with an unapologetic shrug.
Kurt glared at him for a few moments before sighing and pulling open the refrigerator door to get out some orange juice instead.
"Oh!" called out Sebastian in delight. "Another familiar name! Wow, this Facebook thing was a really brilliant idea, hey Kurt?"
"Ass," grumbled Kurt under his breath before pouring himself a glass of juice. He cleared his throat then and asked, "So, are you going to tell me who?"
"Ciriaco Finelli," said Sebastian, his eyebrows rising at the name. "Not a common first name."
Kurt hummed in response, walking around the couch to sit down next to Sebastian. He lightly pushed Sebastian's hand away from the laptop so he could click on the man's photo.
"He was after I broke up with Disgusting Don," said Kurt. "I worked really hard to lose the weight I gained while dating Don and... Ciriaco definitely noticed."
The profile photo was a headshot of an incredibly attractive Italian man with tan olive skin, a strong jaw, and deep dimples in his smiling cheeks. It had been taken at the beach; his hair was wet and his skin shining with moisture, with a long blue expanse of ocean and sky behind him. What could be seen of his chest and shoulders gave a good impression of how fit and muscled the young man was. Sebastian whistled his appreciation.
"You hooked up with that and you're bringing guys like Chandler back to your place?" asked Sebastian. "Kurt, you've hit a serious slump."
"Chandler was a mistake," grumbled Kurt. "Ciriaco... was a dream."
"A fucking wet dream," groaned Sebastian and Kurt gave him a disgusted look.
"He was visiting from Italy a few years ago and he was just so adorable," said Kurt dreamily as he clicked open the album of photos.
"Huh," said Sebastian, squinting at the screen. "So are his wife and teenaged kids."
"That can't be right," breathed Kurt, suddenly feeling light-headed as he clicked through photo after photo of Ciriaco and his family.
"Closeted men," sighed Sebastian. "Freaky in the sack but even freakier..."
"Shut the fuck up," snapped Kurt, jumping to his feet and stomping to his front door. "If you don't start taking this more seriously, you're fired from using my apartment!"
He pulled on his jacket and pulled open his door. The resulting bang when he slammed it back shut behind him wasn't nearly as satisfying as he had hoped. Muttering angrily to himself, he stormed down the stairs and out the front door, he needed some coffee and, because of stupid Sebastian, he would have to head to a cafe for an outrageously overpriced cup.
After a few hours of retail therapy which was mostly just window-shopping considering he was currently unemployed, Kurt was feeling better. It wasn't his fault Ciriaco had cheated on his wife with him. How was Kurt to have known? He would ensure it never happened again, though. There wouldn't be a chance for it to happen again because Kurt wasn't doing any more hook-ups, he was going to stop wasting his time and squandering his love. He was going to find his match and get his life together and everything would be okay. There was no need for him to be upset over Ciriaco Finelli.
He climbed the stairs of his apartmentplex with a determined gait and a decided expression on his face. No more being lonely and desperate, no more letting life screw him over, Kurt Hummel was going to get his life back on track starting with his love life. He heard music and it got louder with every flight. When he glanced up, he saw Sebastian leaning on the railing and grinning down at him, a white cardboard take out box in one hand and chopsticks in the other. Kurt wondered how Sebastian knew he was coming, if he had been watching and waiting for him, but he pushed it aside and instead gave him a condescending look.
"You owe me 19.95," he called out, hoisting the coffee pot box up for Sebastian to see.
"How about I pay you back in Chinese?" asked Sebastian, not missing a beat. "I ordered Golden Dragon."
"Did you get those itty bitty spare ribs?" countered Kurt, pausing on a step.
Sebastian lifted one from the take out box with his chopsticks to show Kurt.
"Okay," conceded Kurt. "I'll be there in five minutes.
Kurt was quick to put away his things from his day of shopping and change into a pair of yoga pants, and then go across the hall to Sebastian's apartment. He considered knocking on the door, but ultimately decided against it, instead taking a deep breath and opening the door.
"Hey," he said as he stepped into Sebastian's apartment, the source of the music he had heard earlier.
"Hey," called back Sebastian, grabbing a remote from his kitchen counter and turning down the loud music before going back to dishing out their dinner. "Come on in."
Kurt walked slowly through the apartment. The only other time he had been there had been when he was trying to save Sebastian from a one night stand who had outstayed his welcome. Now, though, he wasn't running around yelling things about mothers in bathtubs, and could actually take the place in. The decor was seriously lacking and there was music equipment in a few corners, perhaps Sebastian had been serious about being in a band. One wall of the living room was completely covered in a row of three bookshelves which were bursting with CDs and books.
As Kurt stepped further into the room, he saw the main wall had poster paper tacked up with an organizational chart drawn on it and Kurt's list of exes tacked to the side.
"Wow," gasped Kurt, eyes roving over the chart, taking in all the information written under each name and the obvious amount of work put into the whole thing.
"Yeah," said Sebastian, appearing in the living room beside him and handing him a beer. Kurt narrowed his eyes at the bottle as if it might bite him but accepted it, daintily. "My dad wanted me to get a degree in business. They really liked charts and graphs there."
"Impressive," Kurt said simply.
Sebastian left him to grab their plates of Chinese takeout from the kitchen counter. He set them on the dark wood coffee table in the living room and they sat down on the floor to eat.
"So, I think they messed up our mail again and put your copy of Vogue in my mailbox," started Sebastian as he pushed his food around on his plate with his chopsticks.
"Nope," answered Kurt, promptly. "Impossible."
"Oh yeah?" asked Sebastian, looking up from his food in challenge.
"Yeah," responded Kurt, staking a spring roll violently before smiling sweetly at Sebastian.
"Why?"
"Because I don't have a subscription to Vogue," replied Kurt before taking a bite of the roll.
Sebastian scoffed at that.
"As if I would pay to have my magazines manhandled and covered in postal stickers," said Kurt, shaking his head. "No, I buy each issue from the newsstand down the block the day it comes out. I'm surprised this latest edition would even fit in your mailbox."
"Huh."
Kurt watched as Sebastian distractedly opened his folder with one hand and began spreading some of the papers in it out across the floor next to them.
"Did you really get an issue of Vogue in your mailbox?" he finally ventured.
"No. I was just looking for a reason to bring it up again," admitted Sebastian.
"Huh," breathed Kurt, mirroring Sebastian's earlier noise.
"It amuses me that a grown man has what looks to be every single issue of Vogue for the past ten years lovingly displayed on a shelf in his living room," explained Sebastian with an evil glint in his eye.
"Thirteen years," corrected Kurt with a lift of his chin.
"Not helping your case, Babe," laughed Sebastian.
Kurt took a few more bites of his food. He repressed the urge to grin as he felt Sebastian's expectant eyes on him. He remained silent.
"You didn't tell me not to call you Babe," said Sebastian, as if reminding him of the line he missed in a play.
"Maybe I don't mind it anymore," said Kurt with a shrug.
"Well, that just takes all the fun out of it," grumbled Sebastian.
Kurt did grin, then. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, trying to look upset but mostly just looking fond.
"So," said Sebastian, breaking their strange moment of staring as he pushed through a few papers he had scattered out on the floor. "Jesse St. James is married."
Kurt made a disgruntled sound at that, remembering how fantastic the young man had been in bed. He had especially enjoyed him when he was giving head, his mouth too full of cock for him to keep talking about himself like he so incessantly did.
"As is Cameron White," continued Sebastian. "Marcus Matson moved to Arizona and Evan Stahl is over in Montana."
"Montana?" exclaimed Kurt in surprise. "What the hell for?"
Sebastian shrugged, making a face like 'why does anyone do anything?'
"Plum sauce?" he asked, lifting a little packet.
"Yes, please," said Kurt, lifting a dumpling in his chopsticks and holding it out to Sebastian to squeeze the packet over.
"Anything on Blaine Anderson yet?" asked Kurt after taking a bite from the dumpling.
"No," sighed Sebastian and Kurt grumbled. "I'm sorry, but I told you; rich people are very good at protecting their privacy. But be patient, I'll get him. What about Adrien Desjardins?"
Kurt perked at the name.
"He's separated and his house just went on the market," explained Sebastian before taking a long drink from his beer. "So, I'm guessing they aren't getting back together anytime soon; a divorce may be imminent."
"Huh," exhaled Kurt, thoughtfully, even while looking down at his own beer with distaste. "Okay. I'll give Adrien another try."
"Adrien," said Sebastian in a terrible mock-French accent.
"So, I need a plan," said Kurt thoughtfully, ignoring the teasing. "Oh, I know! I'll figure out what law firm he is using and then I could get a job there as an assistant or something. Your dad's a lawyer right?"
"Or," cut in Sebastian, stopping Kurt from snowballing. "We keep it simple and you just go to his open house."
"Huh," said Kurt nodding. "Yeah, that might be better."
He noticed Sebastian roll his eyes and shake his head out of the corner of his eye. It made him chuckle at his own ridiculousness.
"You can just shut your mouth," snapped Kurt, grinning.
"I didn't say anything," laughed Sebastian, holding up his hands in surrender.
Kurt eyed him carefully before quickly snitching a lonely spring roll from Sebastian's plate.
"Hey!"
That weekend, Kurt found himself walking down a cobblestone backstreet with Sebastian as the taller man babbled on from between bites of his sandwich giving Kurt ridiculous advice on how to 'woo' a newly divorced man. They had stopped for lunch at a bistro on the way, and Sebastian had insisted they would have time for the soup and sandwich he had ordered. He had time to eat the soup, but was now working on finishing the sandwich as they walked. Kurt muttering 'I told you so's' under his breath.
They crossed the street, Kurt dazzled by the quiet neighbourhood with large oak trees and heritage brick homes, Sebastian still talking about blow jobs and mind blowing sex that keeps them oblivious to the fact that they are falling in love with their pursuer until they are in too deep. They paused in front of the joined stairs of two townhouses, the 'open house' sign pointing them there. One of the doors was standing ajar, so, after shrugging at each other, Sebastian and Kurt walked to that door.
"Wow, this is nice," breathed Kurt, looking around as they stepped into the entry. "Adrien's doing well."
"I wonder where the realtor is," said Sebastian, heading to the staircase.
He dropped his sandwich unceremoniously on the hall table between the staircase and the front door before running up the stairs.
"Hello?"
Kurt rolled his eyes as the other man disappeared upstairs, and then began wandering around the main floor, taking in everything even though he wasn't really there for the house. He caught sight of a picture in a frame on the mantel in the living room that had his eyebrows drawing together in surprise. Why would Adrien have a photo of his ex, Don, and Don's stupid model fiancée?
"Don?" he whispered aloud as he stepped closer and picked up the picture frame.
Mystified, he slowly turned around as he examined the photo, vainly hoping for an explana - and nearly collided with Don, who had just stepped into the open door of the house laden with a brown paper bag of groceries. Kurt shrieked. Don nearly fell on the floor.
"Kurt!" exclaimed Don, scrambling to tighten his grip on his groceries. "What the hell!? What are you doing in my home?"
"Uh..." stammered Kurt, looking around with the sudden realization that he was in Don's house. "The door was open... so, I just... assumed this was the open house."
"No, no," said Don, his face a mixture of annoyance and recovering surprise. "This-this is my house."
"Oh, well..." Kurt laughed nervously, searching his brain for something to say. "My fiancée and I are looking to buy a place... you know, for when he gets back from the North Pole."
Kurt slowly walked toward the front door, getting ready to make a break for it.
"Hey, Kurt," called Don. "Can I go ahead and get that picture back from you?"
Kurt glanced down at the frame still in his hand and let out another sheepish chuckle before setting it down on the hall table next to Sebastian's sandwich. Sebastian... Shit! He glanced up the stairs and bit his lip before turning another apologetic smile to Don and quickly stepping through the door.
Kurt stood in the street biting his thumbnail as he waited for Sebastian, not really knowing what to do. He startled when he heard a kafuffle inside Don's house and then suddenly Sebastian burst forth into the street, eyes wide and a stupid grin on his face. Kurt had actually imagined Sebastian smooth-talking his way out of it, but couldn't help but grin back at him when the tall young man nearly fell down the concrete front steps in a hurry to get to him.
"What the fuck?" cried out Sebastian, breathlessly.
"That was Disgusting Don's house!" replied Kurt, throwing his arms out as he spoke, still unsure of what had happened. Had they mixed up contacts somehow? But that still didn't explain the Open House sign.
"He didn't look disgusting to me," said Sebastian. "Well, the blur of him I saw."
"Well, he was when I dated him," snapped Kurt. "What did he say to you?"
"Nothing," said Sebastian. "I flushed the toilet to distract him and then ran."
"Flushed the toilet to distract him?" repeated Kurt in disbelief. He stared at Sebastian like he was insane before shaking it off. "Anyway, I don't know what happened but that was definitely not... There he is!"
Kurt looked over Sebastian's shoulder to see Adrien stepping out of the other side of the townhouse, trotting down the steps as he slid his sunglasses on. Kurt let out a soft puff of air in surprised appreciation of the other guy's appearance.
"He looks good," breathed Kurt.
Sebastian swung around beside him, obviously checking him out.
"Okay, well, thanks, you can go now," said Kurt before giving Sebastian a small shove.
"I'm good," said Sebastian, eyes still on Adrien, so Kurt shoved him harder.
"I can take it from here," said Kurt, pushing his shoulder into Sebastian's side. "So, why don't you just get lost."
"Don't shove me, Gayface," grunted Sebastian, bumping him with his hip.
Kurt pushed and Sebastian pushed him back, letting out a low chuckle at Kurt's frustration. Kurt pushed him and stepped on his foot, hoping desperately that he would just leave.
"Kurt?" called out Adrien, when their little match caught his attention.
Kurt could feel all the blood drain from his face, knowing he would have to talk to Adrien with Sebastian present. He took a deep breath and smiled brightly at Adrien as the man walked toward them.
"Kurt," he said again as he drew close. "Ees eet reelly you?"
Sending a quick glare Sebastian's way, Kurt reached to take Adrien's hand. His memory going back to the moment he had met Adrien at a restaurant he had waited at for a year back in college. Adrien had complained to him how he was so very homesick for Quebec and would give anything for something to remind him of home.
"'ello," Kurt greeted him in a mock French Canadian accent. "Adrien, I can't believe it! What are ze chances I would run eento you?"
He glanced sideways just in time to see Sebastian's face scrunch up with barely contained laughter.
"Eet ees wunderful to see you!" exclaimed Adrien, gesturing with the sunglasses in his hand.
"It is wonderful, isn't it!" exclaimed Sebastian, obviously needing an out for the noise building in his throat.
Adrien cocked his head to the side and looked Sebastian up and down as if seeing him for the first time.
"Dis ees Sebastian," said Kurt, not wanting Adrien to get any information from Sebastian or to think they were together. "He's… my neighbour. And he was just going, weren't you?"
"Yeah," laughed Sebastian but not moving to leave. "Sure."
Adrien gave Sebastian a funny look, obviously not understanding Sebastian's amusement.
"Good to meet you," said Adrien, sparing a few glances to Sebastian but really more interested in Kurt.
Kurt tried not to be too obvious in his preening.
"Wow," Adrien finally vocalized. "I'm sorry, but, Kurt, were you reelly dis gorgeous when we were dah-ting?"
"Oh… I… vell…" Kurt stammered out random words and sounds, unsure of what to say but so very pleased at Adrien's words. He caught Sebastian rolling his eyes and repressed the urge to stick his tongue out at him.
"Look, Kurt," said Adrien, glancing back over his shoulder for a second. "Dey are showing my 'ouse so I need to make myself scarce for duh next 'our. Would you like to do someting? Take one coffee somewhere, per'aps?"
"I vould love zat!" exclaimed Kurt, turning a smug smile on Sebastian. "Goodbye Sebastian."
Sebastian grinned, still so obviously amused with the entire thing, and waved. Kurt and Adrien linked arms and walked away.
"Cross Adrien off the list," said Kurt with a defeated sigh as he dumped his bag on the couch and flopped down. He wasn't even going to ask why Sebastian was in his apartment.
"Awww," cooed Sebastian, unsurprised. "What happened?"
"Hey, don't judge me, I was nineteen and lonely... and you saw him," snapped Kurt before letting his head fall back against the top of the couch.
Sebastian made a noise of agreement.
"When we met I was in college," explained Kurt. "And I was an active member of the theatre club there, so it was a lot easier for me to mimic other accents at the time, but now..."
"Not so much," supplied Sebastian.
Kurt groaned and ran a hand over his face.
"Not so much," he agreed. "About halfway through dinner I started sounding like Jean Chrétien."
"John who?"
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"So when I tried to pull out of it," continued Kurt. "I panicked and went full Borat."
Sebastian chuckled and leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. Kurt gave him a half-hearted glare.
"After that, things just went downhill," Kurt sighed miserably. "Okay, so, who else do we have?"
"Let me order a pizza and we can tête-à-tête," offered Sebastian slyly before getting up to make the call.
Kurt wanted to snap at him for his teasing but he was tired and embarrassed from the outing and Sebastian was offering to feed him, yet again.
"Not meatlover's or pepperoni or any other type of blue-collared, artery-plugging crap," called Kurt. "And make it a flat crust."
"Yes, Dear," answered Sebastian.
Kurt admired the lights of the city below and all around them from the roof of their apartment building. Sebastian lounged on the old chesterfield sitting against the wall of the stairwell, looking over Kurt's well-worn list.
"I thought we weren't allowed up here," said Kurt, wrapping his sweater tighter around himself to ward off the chill of the night air. "Didn't you get the memo?"
"I wrote the memo," said Sebastian with a shrug.
Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"It was getting kind of crowded and my band and I practise up here," he explained and it gave Kurt enough time to get over his shock and turn his facial expression back into a judgmental look.
"I don't know why I'm even surprised at your asshattery at this point," sighed Kurt, lifting the lid of the pizza box and pulling out a slice of flat crust pizza covered in exotic toppings. "It knows no bounds."
Sebastian scoffed.
Kurt pushed his feet off the couch and sat down beside him.
"So, where does your band play?" asked Kurt.
"Here," said Sebastian, as if Kurt were an idiot.
"You said you practised here," said Kurt, rolling his eyes. "Where do you play? Some grungy basement bar in the side streets of the city?"
"We're not that kind of band," said Sebastian before taking a big bite of his pizza.
"One that gets gigs and makes money?" asked Kurt.
"Let's just drop it," muttered Sebastian before setting down his slice of pizza and picking up the list sitting in his lap. "So, we have eight guys left if you don't include that Chandler guy and Mr. We-Can-Still-Hook-Up."
"Yeah," sighed Kurt. "I'm definitely not calling either of them."
"How about Collin Gerson," asked Sebastian, reading his name from his notes. "He's in Miami now and I know that's not ideal but he is a doctor."
Kurt hummed thoughtfully but shook his head.
"No, I hate Miami," he finally said. "Too much sun makes people stupid."
"Okay, how about Tyler McCaul?" asked Sebastian. "He's in Denver now but has a caboose worth relocating for."
"Pass," sighed Kurt. "He always wanted to breathe fresh air. Camping, hiking, bicycling... Do you know how exhausting it was to pretend to enjoy the outdoors with that kind of enthusiasm?"
"More exhausting than pretending to be French?" asked Sebastian.
"French Canadian," amended Kurt. "And at least I never had to sleep on the ground and ruin my Marc Jacobs collection with campfire smoke and bug spray when I was pretending to be a Francophone."
"Touché."
They both took a few bites of pizza while they mulled that over.
"What about Brett Murray?" asked Sebastian after a few moments. "He's unemployed –I'm guessing that's why he's single... hey! You're unemployed and single, too! You would make a great match."
Kurt would have had plenty of things to say in response to Sebastian's remarks, but the memory of one Brett Murray was too vivid and upsetting to allow him any other thought.
"Are you on anything?" asked Brett who had been paired up with Kurt in class. "Cuz this is trippy."
"You smell homeless, Brett," replied Kurt. "Homeless."
"He was my first... mistake," admitted Kurt, groaning and covering his face with his hands. "I had this huge crush on this one guy I had just met but he kept pushing me into the friendzone. I tried so many things to get his attention and he was either not interested or just really oblivious. My self esteem took a few hard blows because of it and Brett was just ...there... and... willing."
Kurt looked up in time to see Sebastian giving him a thoughtful look. There was something almost like sympathy in his eyes. It was an emotion Kurt was getting really good at discerning from people's facial features considering how often it was directed at him as of late; he really didn't want to see it on Sebastian's face.
"I don't want to go out with Brett Murray," Kurt snapped at him. "Where is Blaine Anderson!?"
"Turkey," said Sebastian.
Kurt paused and looked down at the pizza in his hand. It took him a few moments to realize Sebastian was speaking of the country, but when the realization hit him, it still seemed odd. He leaned closer to Sebastian on the couch to see the page where Sebastian's information on Blaine was written down.
"He's overseeing the building of a school there with his family's philanthropic foundation," said Sebastian before looking up from the page at Kurt.
Kurt realized he had probably leaned a little too far into Sebastian's space than what was acceptable and quickly moved away, blushing.
"Okay," said Kurt, for lack of anything better.
Sebastian smirked at him.
A/N: You can find me on tumblr! My username is idareu2bme and all my Number Twenty related posts are tagged fic: Number Twenty