Break Away
"My dad will be okay with me going all the way to Columbus and staying over if it's a whole group of us. Sam, Artie, Puck, and Mike make this a group road trip instead of a sordid excuse to have a weekend away with just us," Kurt said. There was a broad twinkle in his eyes as he said it.
"I have been looking forward to this since we won Sectionals," Blaine exclaimed. "Michael!"
"But I've seen Cirque de Soliel before. It's kinda lame," Bas said, his voice taking on the uppity tone that it rarely had anymore.
"Bas, we'll be able to stay in a hotel room. The three of us," Kurt informed him. "None of us will have to get up and leave. We can fall asleep together and wake up together-"
"Yeah, okay, 'nuff said. I'm in."
Blaine clapped. "Columbus, Immortal, Michael Jackson: Here we come!"
"How did I ever think you were the butch one?" Bas asked. Kurt cleared his throat and Bas forced himself not to roll his eyes. "Sorry, Blaine."
The show the glee club had been considering attending since they'd first performed Michael Jackson songs was at hand. Mercedes had already left for Los Angeles, Rachel had been sent off to New York City after Finn broke their engagement, and Santana and Brittany were spending the summer at a cheerleading camp, which left only the boys to go.
Kurt was right that his father was more accepting of him taking a road trip with a whole group than just Bas and Blaine, but it had taken a very mature discussion to convince Burt that the trio could stay an extra day in Columbus together, ostensibly to allow Blaine and Bas to check out the OSU campus. Kurt doubted Burt truly believed him, but he humored his son anyway.
They intended to run over to the admissions office sometime on Saturday to get some pamphlets at least. Bas scoffed at the thought of staying in Ohio for college, but Kurt just rolled his eyes and reminded him that the visit was a cover for being able to see just how much sex the three of them could have in a limited but still more extended time than they'd ever had together. Privately, the thing Kurt was most excited about was getting to sleep with both boys, through not just one, but two whole nights.
~~Glee~~
The show was stunning, no matter what Bas had said about it. The boys spoke excitedly as they left the venue and split up into their respective vehicles.
"You guys sure you're staying another day? What is there to do in Columbus?" Sam asked.
"Dude, they're not gonna leave their hotel room. They're gonna have a major fuck-fest," Puck supplied.
"Oh. Oh, well, then, um, have a good time," Sam said, leaning down to speak in a slightly lower voice to Artie. "Like, all three of them? How does that work? Did you know about this?"
Bas, Kurt, and Blaine turned toward the Nav and pretended not to hear, exchanging glances and eyerolls.
"Bye, Mike," Blaine said over his shoulder. The tall boy waved.
"Finally! Damn, I'm feeling lucky. What do you think?" Bas said as soon as the doors closed.
Blaine laughed. "I'm up for it. How about you, Kurt?"
"I rather assumed that we would all be getting lucky."
"Lucky Pierre, man! You two double-teaming me? We've only been talking about it for a month," Bas clarified.
"That has a name?" Kurt asked.
"For someone as good at sex as you are, you're sadly uneducated about the lingo," Bas teased.
"So it's a porn thing," Kurt said dismissively. "Well I don't care, then," Kurt said, starting the SUV and backing out, quickly joining the line of cars leaving the parking garage.
"Are you sure I will never be able to call you princess, because that was the most prissy, holier-than-thou-"
"I am quite sure, Sebastian," Kurt snapped.
"Please don't fight, you guys. I really want to have a wonderful weekend," Blaine said.
Kurt giggled. "We're definitely going to have a wonderful weekend," he said, then focused on driving, only half listening as his boyfriends continued talking.
"I have a surprise," Bas said, almost shyly.
"I love surprises! Let me guess... Is it sexy underwear?" Blaine grinned and turned to look at Bas behind the driver's seat.
"Uh, no," Bas said.
"Some kind of sex toy?"
"Nope."
"The gay kama sutra?"
"Blaine," Bas chuckled. "You're not going to guess it. Can I just tell you?"
"Oh, okay."
"I got tested a few weeks ago."
"Tested for..."
"STD's. I'm clean. I brought the results. I thought... Maybe we could not terrify the cleaning crew at the hotel with mountains of used condoms."
Kurt gasped and blushed as Bas's words registered. "Oh, Bas! Really? That's wonderful!"
Blaine cocked his head, looking at Kurt. "Do you really think it makes that much of a difference?"
Stopped at a red light, Kurt's eyes went to the rear view mirror and met Bas's in the back seat.
"We use them for neatness occasionally, or if I really want to last for some reason," Kurt explained.
"Some reason like..." Bas led, the idea of a really long session with Kurt inside him sending sparks through his body.
Kurt's eyes narrowed, flicking back and forth from the mirror to the light. He heard the desire in Bas's voice and shared a knowing look with Blaine.
"This weekend is a perfect time to show you," Kurt purred. Bas bit his lip.
It was rounding up to midnight by the time the trio settled onto the king sized bed in the larger bedroom of the executive suite of one of the best hotels in Columbus, each having taken his turn in the bathroom to get cleaned up.
"Ohmygod, did you see the size of that tub? We'll all three fit! Bas, this place is so nice! Thank you, honey," Kurt leaned over and kissed Sebastian.
Blaine giggled. "You can always make him blush," he told Kurt. He snuggled close to Bas. "I like the huge bed. This is even bigger than your king, isn't it?"
"It's a California king. I figured we'd want all the room we could get."
"I want you in me," Kurt blurted, looking at Bas's long, lean body stretched out across the bed. "With no condom." The two boys on the bed stared at him. "I want to feel you. I want you to come inside me. I want-"
Sebastian surged up from prone like he was a dolphin surfacing, and in a moment he was looking into Kurt's eyes and breathing his air, lips a hairsbreadth from the other boy's. Kurt had gasped as Bas rose, and then was breathing in tiny pants, his face slowly reddening as he watched as Bas searched his eyes.
"Anything, Blue Eyes," Bas said, then cupped Kurt's face and kissed him. Kurt lost himself in the passion of the kiss. He let Sebastian support him, feeling the warmth of Bas's arms around him, strong and reliable.
"How about we make Kurt the Lucky Pierre?" Blaine suggested. The other two boys broke apart, laughing.
"I'm up for it if you are, babe," Bas said.
Kurt blushed. "Okay, but I want us on our sides in the bed. The other position is just for you, Bas."
Naked, on the big bed, they spent time trading kisses and touches, and Bas and Blaine worked together to open Kurt and prepare him with lube. Taking full advantage of the size of the bed, Kurt tugged on Blaine until the boy's ass was up by Kurt's face, then, with a grin, he spread Blaine's cheeks and dove in, licking and nibbling. Bas remained in place beside Kurt, his fingers still slowly stroking in and out of him, but he propped himself up so he could watch.
Seeing the calm expression on Kurt's face, with his eyes closed and face buried between the soft roundness of Blaine's ass cheeks, Bas was surprised and exceptionally turned on by Kurt's body rhythmically clenching on his fingers.
"You like that, huh? Eating him while I finger you?" Bas murmured to Kurt, who moaned an affirmative.
"Oh fuck, Bas, is that what you're still doing? God! Ngh, oh, this is so hot..." Blaine groaned. He adored having these gorgeous boys in bed with him, loved how their long arms and legs all tangled around him, how they both enjoyed touching him and each other. Eventually, he wanted both of them to fuck him at once. It seemed like the ultimate bonding, their cocks pressed against each other, filling him even more full than his biggest toy- "I-I'm close!" Blaine cried. Kurt made his desire clear when he pressed his tongue hard into Blaine and reached up and started rubbing his taint. Blaine returned to imagining riding Bas with Kurt behind him, driving in hard, making both of them-
"Aaahhh! Kurt!" Blaine came without his cock being touched, and just that thought made his body spasm harder and he came and came, shuddering and shaking.
Kurt trembled and clenched, and Bas froze, not wanting to push him over the edge.
All three lay breathing hard, the silence broken by a shaky gasp as Bas withdrew his fingers from Kurt. They all moved into more relaxed postures as they calmed.
"Oh god, Kurt. That was so good. Please tell me you're gonna take me now, though. Need you in me, love," Blaine moaned.
Kurt looked over his shoulder at Bas, whose red face was a good indicator that he, too, was ready for more. Kurt smiled as he turned his gaze back to Blaine. "Yes, sweetheart. Make me lucky, okay? Bas, hand me the lube?"
It only took a minute or two of fingering Blaine before Kurt pushed into him. Blaine groaned shakily and lay trembling while Kurt settled and waited for Bas.
Sebastian had to take a minute, looking at the pale curve of Kurt's neck and back and running his fingers up and down the soft skin, noting the light freckles across his shoulders and the incredible play of muscle beneath it all. His hands slipped further down to palm Kurt's ass, squeezing the handfuls and shuddering. He kissed Kurt's neck and nuzzled at his hairline.
"You're beautiful..." Bas murmured.
"Mmm. Thank you, Bas. I'm ready for you, honey. We're ready," Kurt breathed in reply.
The warmth of being inside Blaine and holding him, their bodies pressed tight, was familiar to Kurt, so he shivered a little when Bas moved, spreading him and nudging between his cheeks.
Bas saw it.
"You okay, Blue Eyes?"
Kurt's heart was thundering in his body, and the shivers became shaking. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it didn't help.
"Blaine, I-I can't do b-both. Is that okay?" Kurt whispered.
Bas drew back, hurt and stunned to be excluded.
"Of course, sweetie," Blaine replied, also drawing away, but the loss of his familiar closeness made Kurt's skin rise in goosebumps as he turned onto his back to look at Sebastian.
"My boy, what is it?" Kurt gasped. Bas was glaring at him, but Kurt could see that the anger was a mask for hurt. Rolling closer, Kurt kissed him, touching his face tenderly. "Will you take me, my sweet Bas? Face to face? The other way was too much for me- I felt trapped," he confessed, and watched the hurt and anger drain out of the pretty green eyes.
"Okay," Sebastian whispered. Kurt rolled, pulling the other boy on top of himself. Bas glanced at Blaine, but the hungry, avid look from his eyes reassured him that the change in plans was more than okay with him.
Kurt couldn't take his eyes off Sebastian's body and face. He drew his legs up and out, exposing himself for the other boy. Bas moaned and fumbled for the lube. The squelch of Sebastian slicking himself up brought a lascivious smile to Kurt's lips, and when Bas leaned over him, lining up and starting to push in, Kurt gave a long, shuddery whimper.
"Oh fuck, Kurt, that sound..." Blaine whined. He buried his face against Kurt's neck and helped Kurt hold his leg folded almost under his arm.
Bas caught Kurt's eyes and stared hard as he rocked, easing in further with each slight movement. Kurt's mouth dropped open and he panted in time with the micro-thrusts, and Sebastian knew he'd never seen anything more alluring. Biting his lip, Bas finally bottomed out and rested heavily against the back of Kurt's thighs.
"You okay?" Bas asked. His voice was unsteady, but there was no way he was going to keep going unless he got the all clear from Kurt.
"Oh yes, Sebastian..." Kurt sighed. They kept eye contact for an endless, suspended moment, then Bas drew back and slid smoothly in again, his eyes widening with the amazing feeling of nothing between them.
"Fuck..." Bas groaned. "Feels...incredible, Kurt..."
Kurt's smile lit his face and he squeezed his ass against Bas's cock, laughing joyfully at the strangled cry that wrought from the other boy.
Blaine's head came up and he stared at Sebastian, enjoying the agonized ecstatic expression on his face with his head thrown back, long neck extended, muscular shoulders and torso tight. He pushed himself up and latched onto Bas's throat, causing the boy to whine deep in his chest.
"Oh, yes, boys, yes, let me watch you... Bas, kiss Blaine..." Kurt ordered. Blaine moved his mouth up to meet Sebastian's, and they kissed hard and messy. Kurt trembled, wildly turned on by the sight. He rolled his hips as best he could, tightening and releasing, eliciting another broken moan from Bas.
The boys broke their kiss and looked down at Kurt, who arched and writhed, growing desperate for some motion from Bas.
"Oh, god, yes, Bas, do it, fill him up," Blaine encouraged. Bas started thrusting, long, almost lazy strokes, and Kurt's eyes closed and his mouth fell open. "Oh, he's so beautiful..." Blaine breathed, and looked down to see Kurt's heavy erection flexing with each press inward, and further, entranced by the sight of Bas as Kurt's body welcomed him, the two boys joining with each motion. "Both...together...gorgeous," Blaine gasped. He reached between them to wrap his fingers around Kurt to join them.
"Ohmygod! I'm not gonna last if-if you- Oh! Oh!" Kurt cried. He felt completely overwhelmed with pleasure, drowning in sensation, and words failed him as the three found a rhythm.
Bas felt himself almost wanting to cry. Kurt had surrendered to him totally, and he felt so good, and looked so amazing, and his body was absolutely incredible as it took him in and trembled with each stroke from Blaine's hand. The moment was perfect. But it couldn't last. The tension in him coiled tighter and tighter and he sped up, unable to hold back. He jerked and humped hard, slamming into Kurt, and Blaine matched him, driving Kurt wild.
"Ah! Yeah! Oh! Don't-don't stop! Gonna... Oh! Bas! Fuck! Please-" Kurt shouted, his voice growing thick and garbled, and then he cried out long and high, his body seizing as he came.
Bas tried to keep his eyes open to watch Kurt pump his orgasm all over Blaine's fist, but his own zapped through him, centered on the throbbing, spitting head of his cock, enveloped in Kurt's hot body, holding him, milking him as his ass rippled and pulsed. Sebastian gave a final, straining push and then dropped onto Kurt, Blaine's knuckles digging unheeded into his stomach as he choked back sobs of release and overwhelming emotion.
"Shh... Hush, my sweet, dear Bas... We've got you. That was positively amazing. Thank you both, so much..." Kurt murmured hoarsely. He usually kept his voice under control to protect it, but he'd been completely overwhelmed and could feel his throat scratching from his shouting. His body was glowing with warmth and love and he just wanted to stay forever wrapped up in these two amazing boyfriends.
They made a quick cleanup and stood together at the foot of the bed. It was nearly two in the morning, and Kurt's suggestion to sleep for a while was met with tired nods.
"I get too hot under a lot of covers. Which one of you wants the middle?"
Blaine looked back and forth at them and smiled shyly. "I've been dreaming of sleeping between you two. Is that okay?"
"Fine by me. I kick the covers off half the time," Bas said, shrugging.
They settled down with Blaine on his back and the others on their sides facing him and one another. In the dimness, Kurt could see Bas's open eyes from the glint of light. Blaine's eyes were shut and Kurt could feel his breathing even out and knew he'd be asleep in moments.
"You okay?" Kurt asked Sebastian, his voice a mere breath.
"I don't... I've never slept like this," Bas admitted.
"Does it bother you?"
"No, I just... I guess I'm trying to soak it up."
"Oh, honey," Kurt murmured. He reached across Blaine and ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "I understand. I love being here, all of us together," he said. He watched Bas's eyes close and felt him turn into the caress.
"Me too."
They drifted off.
~~Glee~~
Kurt woke to wet suction and soft moans. He turned his head but neither Bas nor Blaine had their heads on their pillows. A particularly strong suck on his cock brought his attention down, and he saw the round lumps of two heads under the sheet.
"Ohmygod... Good morning boys," Kurt gasped. One of them threw the sheet back and they grinned up at him, lips slick with spit, his erection standing between their faces.
Kurt's stomach growled loudly, and they all laughed even while Kurt blushed furiously in embarrassment.
"Maybe we can eat before we resume our fuck fest?" Blaine suggested.
"Ew! Do not quote Noah Puckerman at me when you're next to my dick, I might catch something!" Kurt protested.
Sebastian ordered a big breakfast with lots of coffee from room service and they lounged around, waiting for it. Blaine had suggested they try the tub after they ate, putting off more sexual shenanigans until their food would have settled. Kurt suggested they should get the visit to OSU done as soon as possible as well, so they'd be able to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening in sensual pleasures. Realistically, he knew there was no way they'd spend time naked in the tub without getting too excited to wait, but that would be fun, too. Then they'd be more relaxed going to the school for admissions flyers.
The mountains of food that arrived shocked Kurt, but the appetite of three teenaged boys made short work of the bounty.
"Time to try out that tub," Kurt said as they sipped the last of the coffee.
"Shit!" Bas exclaimed suddenly.
"What!"
"Did either of you bring silicone lube?"
Kurt laughed. Apparently Sebastian had the same suspicion that they wouldn't be able to spend time together naked in the tub without getting sexual.
"I thought we were just going to bathe?" Kurt said, blinking his eyes innocently.
"No you didn't," Bas replied, winking.
"Are you guys done? I brought lube for underwater," Blaine contributed. They all laughed.
"Were you a boyscout or something?" Bas asked.
Blaine shook his head. "I had to go to wilderness survival camp one summer when I was a kid, but I just appreciate the motto, especially when it comes to sex!"
They moved to the bathroom and got the huge bathtub started filling. "Oo! It has jets!" Blaine noted.
The jets gave Kurt ideas, and he climbed in and waved the others to join him as soon as it was full enough to cover his legs.
"Bas, sit behind me. Blaine, in my lap, facing me. No, on your knees, sweetie," Kurt directed. He looked over his shoulder at Bas. "You can do anything you like, my dear. I'm gonna try something with Blaine, okay?"
"Sure thing. It'll be fun trying to distract you," Bas said. Kurt raised one eyebrow in challenge, and Bas laughed.
"Don't worry, Kurt, if he gets too distracting, I'll do something to get his attention," Blaine offered.
Kurt smirked. "You're gonna be too busy getting off, sweetie, but that will distract our porn-watching boy, too."
Kurt's plan definitely worked out. He pushed Blaine back on all fours until his taint was being blasted by the jet, then stroked him with the waterproof lube, edging him until he was incoherent. Kurt enjoyed the feeling of Bas's hands all over him, but he wasn't surprised at all when Bas grabbed the lube and rubbed it where his cock nestled at the top of Kurt's butt crack and lower back and Sebastian started humping him, holding his hips and panting harshly in Kurt's ear as he watched Blaine fall apart.
Blaine was writhing on Kurt's hands and mewling, begging wordlessly, when Kurt deemed he'd had enough and stroked him through an orgasm that had Blaine howling, then dropping forward so fast that Kurt had to grab him to keep Blaine's head above the water. Moments later, Bas groaned as he came too.
Kurt's own arousal was a burning need, but he decided to wait until they were in the shower.
"I think we should finish what we started this morning, don't you?" Bas asked Blaine when they had begun draining the tub and climbed out to rinse off in the shower.
Blaine looked pointedly down at Kurt's impressive erection sticking straight out in front of him. "I think that's a great idea!"
So Kurt was pressed against the wall in the big shower stall and both boys sank to their knees in front of him. But both mouths working up and down his shaft out of sync with each other was maddening to Kurt and he groaned in frustration.
"Will one of you please just suck my cock? This is a horrible tease!" He said.
Blaine stared up at him. "You edged me six times, Kurt. You do not get to define horrible tease!"
"You like being edged! I don't, damnit!"
"No fighting, you two. Unless it'll lead to makeup sex. I've never really had that before and-"
Kurt grabbed Bas's head and repositioned him so Bas could suck him.
Bas complied. He challenged himself to take more of the length but ended up choking a couple of times.
"Ohmygod, Bas, honey, it's okay... J-just the head is... Fuck..." Kurt tried to reassure Sebastian, but he was so turned on he could barely form words.
"The head is the key, Bas. Just focus there, flick and swirl and-"
"Yes!" Kurt came, nearly collapsing, and Blaine leapt up to hold him while he shuddered and Bas trembled in sympathetic pleasure.
After Kurt could stand again, they took turns washing each other. Kurt ceded washing Blaine's hair to Bas, knowing well the enjoyment of working fingers through the thick curls Blaine hid so well with his gel.
"Fuck, Blaine... You're gorgeous like this! Why do you..."
Kurt stopped Bas before Blaine could have his typical frozen, negative reaction to questioning his hairstyle choice. Kurt kissed Blaine languidly to keep him relaxed, and the awkward moment passed.
When they all started pulling on their clothes for the day, it became apparent that they all had different ideas of summer casual clothes.
Kurt had planned yet another fabulous outfit, with tight, digital camouflage pants in black, white, and gray, a lightweight sky blue t-shirt, and a silvery vest. He carefully perched a subtly patterned driving cap on his head, leaving his upswept bangs untouched, and slipped his feet into a pair of Ferragamo's he'd acquired on ebay when a shoe store in Los Angeles had flooded. There was a slight warping to the leather of one heel, but they fit great and no one ever noticed the flaw.
Blaine wore his red jeans and boat shoes, ankles flashing, and a plaid short-sleeved button shirt with a striped bow tie. The shirt and tie both had red white and blue coloring, and when Kurt raised his eyebrows, Blaine shrugged and grinned. "I'm looking forward the 4th of July," he said.
Bas put on ratty tan cargo shorts and a striped rugby shirt, then turned to his companions, only to find them sharing a look and giving him a side-eye.
"What?"
"Didn't you get any clothes in Paris, Bas?" Kurt asked.
"Of course I did. Nothing I'm wasting on OS-fucking-U, though," he said defensively.
"It's fine. You look fine," Blaine said placatingly. Kurt turned a cold look on him.
"No, he does not look fine," Kurt stated flatly.
Sebastian bristled. He almost let fly with a scathing remark about Kurt's girl clothes (not that anything he was wearing today was femme: god, you could practically make out the precise outline of his cock in those pants!), but he held back.
"There is no excuse not to put your best foot forward at all times, Sebastian. Really! Those shorts are appalling! Do we need to go shopping?"
"Not today, Blue Eyes." Bas rolled his eyes and pulled a less-ratty pair of cargo shorts out of his bag and switched. "Better?" He asked sarcastically.
"Marginally. A very small margin."
"Come on, Kurt, we're just going to the campus to get their promo stuff. My guess is that we're gonna see much worse clothes than that out there," Blaine protested. Sebastian found that he didn't feel any better with Blaine defending him, but he wasn't about to back down or ask Kurt for fashion advice. He'd been so eager to spend a weekend mostly naked with the boys he'd barely even looked at what he'd packed.
"You don't complain about what I wear in Lima," Bas muttered to Kurt as they headed for the door.
"That's because what you wear in Lima is bland but acceptable. As long as you don't pop the collars, which, thankfully, you seem to have grown out of. If I had any say in it, both those pairs of shorts would be trash," Kurt replied archly, sweeping past the others toward his Navigator.
Bas steamed silently while they drove to the university. Walking from the parking lot to the admissions office, they saw a number of students spread across the lawns. Apparently the summer semester kept a decent amount of students attending.
A frisbee whirred at them and Kurt flinched away from it, glaring at the boys who had thrown it. Blaine looked back at Kurt's huff of scorn and saw Sebastian had snagged the disc out of the air and stopped to return it to the shirtless blonde who had missed the catch.
"Hey, killer. Did you miss that on purpose?" Bas flirted. Kurt froze and Blaine, still looking back, dropped his jaw in shock.
"Sorry, man, I didn't see you there," the obviously straight boy replied. He reached for the frisbee.
"Now that's a damned shame," Sebastian said smoothly. He cocked his head and smiled as the boy took the disc.
"Um, well, thanks," the blonde said, hurriedly turning back to his game.
"Anytime," Bas called. He turned to follow Kurt and Blaine and raised an eyebrow as Blaine stared and Kurt stood rigidly with his back to Sebastian.
"Bas... What..." Blaine stuttered. He looked at the stricken expression on Kurt's face and then back to Sebastian. "I don't..."
"I'll meet you back at the car," Kurt said, his voice strangely strangled sounding, and he whirled and stalked past Bas without looking at him.
Sebastian's smile turned brittle but stayed in place. "Alright. Just you and me, Blainers," he said loudly, and moved up, turning Blaine and keeping his arm around the shorter boy as he got them moving toward the admin building. Blaine craned his neck to watch Kurt but let himself be guided forward.
"Bas, why did you do that?" Blaine finally asked, his voice strained.
Sebastian snorted. "Do what?"
Blaine spluttered.
Bas guided them into the building and used his charming persona on a secretary to get two copies each of the admissions booklets and forms.
"I hope we'll see you here next fall," the lady said, completely taken in by Sebastian's adorable act.
"Thank you, you're too kind," he schmoozed, and held the door for Blaine as they exited.
Outside, Blaine's confusion grew until it overflowed. "Bas, do you have any idea how much you hurt Kurt earlier?"
"Oh, come on. Our fearless leader can take me eyeing some man candy, can't he?" Sebastian said. The way his shoulders tightened and his tone held razors made Blaine realize that Bas was absolutely aware of what he'd done.
"That's-that's not okay, Sebastian. We are in a relationship. You can't just...flirt with some random guy right in front of us!"
Sebastian sped up, his long strides forcing Blaine to nearly jog to keep up.
Bas rolled his eyes. What a fucking double standard! Kurt could tear him apart for his clothes, but Sebastian couldn't even look at another guy? Maybe this relationship thing wasn't the best idea. Too many strings attached, holding him back.
But a voice in Bas's mind wept at the thought of returning to his lonely existence without Blaine and Kurt.
They got back to the Navigator and Bas scowled when Blaine took the front passenger seat. As usual. It was all well and good that the others said they were all equal, but he knew it wasn't true. He'd always be a third wheel. He threw himself into the back seat and sprawled, keeping his expression superior and aloof, not looking at either of his so-called boyfriends.
"We need to talk, Bas," Kurt said tightly. "But not here."
Sebastian shrugged and looked out the window. "Whatever you say. Of course."
Blaine tried to hold Kurt's hand as they drove back to the hotel, but Kurt gave it a quick squeeze and returned his own to clutch the steering wheel. Blaine wilted, and Kurt stared forward.
Back in their room, the click of the door behind them signaled the dam breaking.
"What. The fuck. Was that, Sebastian?" Kurt snarled. He stalked up to Bas, who maintained a bored façade. He looked at Kurt, meeting his eyes for the first time since they'd left that morning. The two stared at each other and the moment dragged out. Tears spilled down Kurt's cheeks, and the walls Bas hid behind started to crumble.
Trying desperately to salvage some dignity, Sebastian tried to paste a sneer on his lips, but instead they just twisted painfully. Kurt had hurt him, yes, but he had retaliated viciously and Kurt's beautiful blue eyes looked absolutely shattered.
"I'm sorry," Bas said, the words slipping out without his intent. He gasped and looked down in confusion and shame. "I..." He couldn't speak as his throat closed up.
Kurt's shoulders slumped. He couldn't stand to see his proud Sebastian humbled like that. "Bas. Why did you do that?" He asked gently.
'Do what?' Is what Sebastian tried to say, but Bas had other plans. "I'm sorry," he repeated instead.
Kurt sighed. Bas's voice sounded so young. He wondered how many times the boy had said those words to no avail to his horror of a father.
"I appreciate that you regret doing it, honey, but it still happened and we still need to talk about it," Kurt said softly, reaching out to tilt Bas's face to his with two fingers on his chin. One of Bas's eyes twitched closed as if in a flinch, and Kurt's heart broke further.
Sebastian reluctantly met Kurt's eyes. Kurt wasn't crying anymore, and his eyes held compassion and understanding rather than the cold anger Bas had expected. "I'm sorry," he breathed again.
"I know you are. Can you tell me what this is about?"
"I was...mad," Bas confessed.
"At me?"
Bas nodded.
"About what?"
Bas looked down and fiddled with the frayed edge of his pocket. Kurt followed his eyes and saw. "Oh."
Kurt looked to Blaine, who had been standing off to one side, and tilted his head to bring him closer. Wrapping his arms around Bas gave Blaine the hint he needed to move in and join the embrace.
"I am sorry my comments about your clothes hurt your feelings, Bas," Kurt whispered.
Sebastian hugged Kurt back, shifting his hip to press against Blaine and include him.
"If I'm being a bitch, you should call me on it the same as I do you when you're being mean, my boy. I want you to, please," Kurt said. Bas nodded, burying his face in Kurt's neck. Kurt looked at Blaine. "I'm sorry I caused this, Blaine."
Blaine closed his eyes, painfully aware that Kurt was doing what he always ended up doing: taking the blame. Even after the Chandler fiasco, Kurt had cried and taken responsibility for everything when he'd begged Blaine to take him back after their dueling duets. Blaine felt that actually had been Kurt's fault initially, but after he'd learned just how devastating his public shaming of Kurt had been to his love, Blaine understood that he'd been part of the whole debacle.
"We all let it get out of hand," Blaine said, petting both boys' backs. "I'm sorry, too."
Bas shuddered, but lifted his head. "Was that a fight?" He asked.
"I'd definitely call it a fight," Kurt agreed, his eyes beginning to smile before his lips.
"So does that mean..."
"Makeup sex!"
A/N I learned a term: sexhanger. I guess that's what this is! See you next week...