Thank you all so much for reviewing/ favorite-ing/ reading! I'm sorry it takes me so long to update, but I have homework and family before writing, so... sad:( Also, Gle isn't back until November 1st (I think) so I'm stuck with watching reruns... ugh! On the bright side, SEBASTIAN IS COMING BACK TO GLEEEEEEEEEE! YAY! He's one of my favorite characters. I mean, guh, you have to love to hate him, right?;) Anyway, on to chapter four!
Chapter 4: Courtesy of KKurt skipped school on Monday, sitting with the Skanks underneath the bleachers. Mac was smoking- when wasn't she? -and Quinn, Lovey, and B were all lying on the couch and trying to entertain themselves until school ended.
"Why the hell are we even at school?" Kurt grumbled, sipping a cup of orange soda Q had brought from her house. At least, that's what she said she did. Kurt believed she probably stole it.
"Technically we have to be on school grounds to be considered 'at school', and if my mom sees I haven't been to my classes and just get my homework from teachers at the end of the day," Lovey muttered in answer.
Q and Mac laughed. Kurt rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"I don't think you even do that work anyway," Kurt stated. Lovey nodded.
"I get my neighbor to do it. Some say child labor, some say a great way to babysit."
After school, Kurt waited to pick up Finn, who had stayed late for football practice. As he was leaning against the bleachers, he noticed a familiar blue and red jacket, smirky grin, and CW style hair.
Kurt raced across the lawn and was caught in a giant hug by Sebastian, who nuzzled his cheek affectionately.
"Hey, Kurt," Sebastian said, stealing a kiss from Kurt's lips and letting Kurt go.
"Hi," Kurt breathed, grinning like a fool at the green-eyed boy.
"Get a room!" Puck's voice shouted, carrying easily across the football field. Finn was there, too, gaping like a fish out of water. Puck closed Finn's jaw and said something to him, laughing. Kurt can see the smile stretching his tanned cheeks. He's beautiful, but he deserves someone who could love him and not just use him as a back-up for when life got hard.
Kurt shook his head fondly, turning his attention back to Sebastian, who is smiling down at him from his tall, six foot two height. He's almost as tall as Finn, and Kurt thought it was hot. So, the rational thing to do was to connect their lips again, sucking on Sebastian's bottom lip like the boy liked.
Sebastian hummed in a pleasant way, and Kurt giggled, nipping lightly at the other's lips.
"Wanna go to the Lima Bean for an afternoon coffee?" Sebastian gasped as he disconnected their lips, still holding Kurt as close as he could get the other teen.
"Anything to be with you," Kurt sighed, then shook his head again. "Sorry, cheesy romantic shit…"
"No, I think it's cute," Sebastian smirked. "You're such a hard-ass on the outside, and then you're a big softie on the inside."
Kurt rolled his heavily-made-up eyes at Sebastian and rose on his tiptoes to kiss Sebastian's nose.
"Com'on. You can ride on my new bike," Kurt winked. "I have a spare helmet from Puck. He said I could borrow it."
"Who's Puck?" Sebastian asked.
"Finn's best friend. Finn's my step-brother," Kurt answered. "Puck's the one that yelled for us to get a room."
"Ah," Sebastian said bemusedly.
Kurt led the way to his bike, after telling Finn to hitch a ride with Puck, and hopped on the motorcycle, handing Sebastian the extra helmet.
As Sebastian got on the bike, his helmet in place on his head, Kurt noticed the Glee-clubbers getting out of rehearsal. He first saw Rachel strolling out of the front doors, with a certain curly-haired hobbit waltzing after her… holding hands with that slut he called a boyfriend, Eli Something-Or-Other. Blaine saw him and their eyes connected.
Blaine whispered something to Eli, who grimaced and kissed the shorter boy's cheek before turning to Rachel.
Blaine walked cautiously over to Kurt's bike, and Sebastian seemed to feel the tension radiating of the two boys.
"Uh, hi, Kurt," Blaine muttered, smiling weakly.
Kurt smiled tersely. "Hello, Blaine."
"Who's your friend?" Blaine asked.
"Ah, nice to meet you," Sebastian said politely, "My name is Jesus Christ."
Kurt smirked. Blaine laughed falsely.
"I'm just kidding. Jesus is my middle name. My name is actually Hulio Ramerez Montoya Jesus Mahatma Ghandi. Yours? Oh, actually I think I forgot something on the football field. Kurt do you think I forgot to give a shit?"
"Classy friend you have here," Blaine scoffed. "But I like the uniform."
"I do, too, but it would look better on my floor," Kurt purred.
Blaine sighed. "I'm sorry, you know."
"I know. I just don't really care anymore," Kurt said, and with that, he started the bike's engine and plopped his helmet on. "Enjoy your gorilla boyfriend. I'll be enjoying a nice hot pumpkin spice latte. Goodbye."
Kurt could barely hear Sebastian's laugh over the roar of the motorcycle's engine, but he felt the boy's chest against his back, Sebastian's heartbeat thumping steadily against his shoulder blades. He felt the boy's vibrating laughter and smiled to himself.
When the pair had found a seat at the popular coffee shop in between Lima and Westerville- Kurt had glared at a group of pre-teens until they moved to another table, which wasn't as perfectly situated in the sun spot- Sebastian asked the question he'd been dying to ask.
"So, what happened with you and that boy? Blaine, right?"
Kurt stiffened and his eyes shot to Sebastian's. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the talk ahead.
"It was a couple days ago. Blaine told me that he hadn't been feeling… well, anything towards me. He didn't kiss me, hug me, touch me. Not once. He had been, ah, with another guy. Sexually. Eli was his name. that boy you saw him with today," Kurt sighed.
"Ew, why would he get with that, when he had you?" Sebastian scoffed.
Kurt cracked a weak smile. "I didn't exactly put out for him all the time."
"So? What's his excuse? I haven't gotten laid in… well, honestly, ever, but my hand and I get along pretty well," Sebastian grinned wolfishly.
Kurt's lips quirked up in a half-moon smile. "So you're a virgin?"
Sebastian pursed his lips. "No changing the subject, Kurt. Then what? You gave him shit I hope?"
"No," Kurt chucked humourlessly. "I ran. I never really had courage. Nor the ability to keep my tears from falling."
"Well at least now you can tell Blaine where to stick his courage," Sebastian smirked. "And if he's too dapper and worldly for you, you can always make out with me in front of him."
"You just want to stick your tongue in my mouth," Kurt smiled.
"Yes," Sebastian said. "But I also want to be able to hold you when you're sad, kiss you when you want me to, cuddle if you like that stuff, or maybe bend you over my bed and fuck you senseless."
A loud gasp came from the table next to them and Kurt looked over to see an elderly couple looking at them, aghast.
Kurt stood, plopped down on Sebastian's lap, and yanked his head down so their lips connected. He moaned- a rather obnoxiously loud one at that- and ground down on Sebastian already half-hard crotch.
Ten minutes later found the two sitting on Kurt's motorcycle, grinning and laughing to themselves.
"I can't believe you got us kicked out!" Sebastian groaned. "I'll never be able to get a delicious mocha from there ever again!"
"Not true, you can always come in disguise," Kurt suggested, straddling Sebastian again. "Now kiss me fool."
"I don't think I will. You got me in trouble!" Sebastian pouted, sticking his lips out like a child.
Kurt eyed said lip, before leaning forwards and catching Sebastian's bottom lip between his teeth.
"Come on, Kurt," Sebastian panted, letting Kurt nip at his neck. "Let's go to my house."
"Mmm," Kurt moaned, letting his teeth graze over Sebastian's honey-coloured skin once more, before handing Sebastian the keys to the bike. "Drive, baby."
Sebastian may have driven over the speed limit about ten times that, seemingly endless, trip to Westerville. But once they got there, they raced into the house and locked lips frantically. Kurt keened softly as Sebastian nibbled at his lips adorably.
Kurt's fingers danced across Sebastian's shirt, tugging it off and over his head, disconnecting their lips for a moment. Kurt practically ripped his shirt off and Sebastian's hands rested on his hips, tracing over the smooth skin stretched across his hipbones. He lightly fingered the tattooed bird and cage, the colour dulling only slightly after having been rinsed and cleaned thoroughly.
Meanwhile, Kurt was licking Sebastian's gorgeous tan chest. His tongue laved over the boy's nipples, before he teased the nub between his teeth. Sebastian's groan rumbled through his chest and Kurt hummed softly, kissing across Sebastian's collarbone.
They only broke apart when the splintering sound of glass shattered the air. Then, they both sprang apart and gaped at Mrs. Smythe, who was looking at them, shocked and slightly amused.
"Well, hello Kurt, dear. You look… ah, different," Mrs. Smythe chuckled.
"Yeah, um… I'm so sorry," Kurt blushed.
"Jesus, Mom. Worst timing ever," Sebastian grumbled, flopping down on the expensive couch.
Kurt giggled, high and melodic, while Mrs. Smythe's eyes roved over the boys in a motherly, you-were-so-not-being-good, look.
"All in a day's work, honey. Now, I'm going downstairs to do laundry. I'm temporarily deaf, so you'll have to come down if you want to talk to me," Mrs. Smythe winked, whisking away to the basement.
Sebastian gaped for a minute, which gave Kurt the opportunity to get on his knees and tug at Sebastian's pants.
"Wha-What are you—god!" Sebastian groaned as Kurt palmed him through his jeans. "Kurt, please."
Kurt's phone rang from the pocket of his thoroughly ripped jeans.
He snatched it out of his pocket, read the Caller I.D. and groaned. "It's Blaine."
"Give it," Sebastian commanded, and Kurt quickly obeyed, his eyes wide and pupils lust-blown at Sebastian's growling tone.
"Kurt—" Blaine said from Kurt's phone as Sebastian answered it.
"Listen doorstop, I don't care if you wish every day that you hadn't fucked it up with Kurt, because in all honesty, you should feel like a prick for every second you live. If it were completely up to me, you would already be mincemeat, Hobbit. So , if you'll excuse me, I need to go fuck my boyfriend's mouth."
Kurt stood, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, staring at Sebastian as the taller male pressed the 'End Call' button on Kurt's iPhone.
"Sorry," Sebastian coughed, looking at his toes.
"For what?"
"For telling him off. I was kind of a douche to him," Sebastian muttered.
Kurt smiled. "I really don't care about him. I care about you."
Sebastian grinned, his emerald eyes glittering with adoration. "I care about you, too, Kurt. So… where were we?"
"I'm coming up from the basement, my deafness is cured!" Mrs. Smythe exclaimed as she elegantly traipsed up the steps.
Sebastian sighed, and Kurt kissed his cheek. "Another time, darling."
"Mmm, that'd better be a promise," Sebastian hummed in Kurt's ear, nudging the lobe gently with his nose.
Kurt giggled and kissed Sebastian once more, before calling out a goodbye to Mrs. Smythe and gracefully sweeping out of the house.
Sebastian's mom whacked him on the back of the head. "Get his number dumb-ass."
Nodding, Sebastian bolted out the door, catching Kurt just in time.
"Hey, uh, can I have your number?" he asked breathlessly, holding Kurt's shoulders like a lifeline.
"Of course," Kurt said, surprised. He swapped numbers with Sebastian, who grinned gratefully.
"Thanks, babe," he smirked, stealing another kiss from Kurt's lips before sliding back into his house.
Kurt smiled to himself as he put on his helmet and started up the motorcycle.
When he got home, Burt was waiting for him.
"Uh, hey, Dad," Kurt said cautiously. "What's wrong?"
"I just… we need to talk about your total appearance and attitude 180," Burt sighed, nodding towards the sofa, where Kurt obediently sat.
"I found a condom in the bathroom trashcan the other day," Burt said, coughing awkwardly. "I just… you need to be careful, Kurt. I heard through the grapevine that you and Blaine broke up, but that's no excuse to, ah, toss yourself around if you will."
Burt took a deep breath. "Puckerman owned up to having sex with you, on a couple occasions. I know he's a good kid inside, but his reputation isn't good, and Kurt I don't want you to be stuck with a bad reputation for yourself that you got because you were sad about Blaine. I know, breakups are tough, kiddo, but you can't, you absolutely can't disrespect yourself because someone disrespected your trust."
Kurt was quiet, nervous and, mostly, ashamed.
"I- I know Daddy," Kurt finally whimpered, tears escaping his glasz eyes and trickling down his shame-flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, bud. I just don't want you to get hurt," Burt sighed. "Come here, Kurt."
Kurt fell into his dad's strong embrace. "Thanks, Dad."
"It's what I'm here for, kid," Burt smiled softly, ruffling Kurt's teal-streaked hair fondly. "By the way, I dig the tattoos. They're cool. If you add another inking to your skin, though, I will revoke all your Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and whatever else privileges."
Kurt chuckled, nodding and hugging his father once more. "I love you Daddy."
"Love you, too, kiddo. Now get upstairs. I think Finn wanted to talk to you. Something about 'no one touches his little brother without his permission and approval', or something?"
"Oh god," Kurt groaned, letting his head drop into his palm.
"Go now, or he'll find you," Burt said, smiling slightly. It wasn't bad to think that the Puckerman kid had gotten a black eye and a bruised rib for de-flowering Burt's baby boy. Of course, Finn was the one to hit Puck. A good right hook, if not the best Burt had ever seen.
Kurt slowly walked up the steps to Finn's room, which was open. Kurt peered in and saw Finn, frowning at his computer screen.
"Hey, Finn," Kurt whispered.
"Who's this Sebastian kid?" Finn inquired, his chocolate eyes becoming less warm by the second.
"What are you talking about? How do you know about Sebastian?" Kurt asked.
"His Facebook page says he's your boyfriend. Is that true?"
Kurt went silent. For the first time in a while, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was completely speechless.