This chapter is a bit short, I apologize. It's mostly Seb's inner thoughts and a prelude to the next chapter. There will be more dialogue between our two boys next chapter, I promise! I know I usually update sooner, but I've been so so busy! Thank you to all my lovely readers again, I love you all. Reviews are greatly appreciated and may or may not cause me to dance around my room :) I promise next chapter will be longer and more drama filled and angst!Sebastian might make an appearance ;) Enjoy the filler chapter, happy!Seb, and Seb's forbidden thoughts! Xoxo Chelsea

"Morning sunshine," Sebastian greeted in the most obnoxious voice he possibly could. He leaned down, his face dangerously close to a sleeping Kurt. Well, formerly sleeping. Kurt groaned and woke up slowly, his blue eyes flickering before they opened completely.

Sebastian had woken up like Kurt was waking up now- confused and slow. Then, all of last night had flooded back in. How they danced so close, and it was hot, and Sebastian ended up carrying Kurt home. He should be grossed out or annoyed or something. He found that he was pleased. He was happy that he'd taken Kurt out, and he hadn't even gotten any. This was a new development.

Kurt squinted his eyes at the bright sunlight streaming through the guest room windows. There were those eyes again. The bright blue and sometimes green and sometimes gray eyes. They had been bright blue when Kurt had rode the wave and succeeded. They had been blue-gray when he was drunk and giggly. They seemed to be a deep green when he stared at Sebastian, with blue brimming along the edges of his iris. Like they were right now. He didn't know if he could stop looking at those eyes.

He wanted to say something. But what would he say? Kurt, did you know you have beautiful eyes? or Last night I thought about you before I went to sleep. No, that was ridiculous. Sebastian couldn't even admit that stuff to himself, let alone tell Kurt Hummel. Sure, Kurt was his friend now, but that didn't mean he was about to go spilling his deepest thoughts to him. Especially if his deepest thoughts were now about Kurt.

"I want to die," Kurt groaned, pulling the covers over his head. Sebastian laughed and tried to pull the covers away, ignoring Kurt's protests. He hopped onto the bed, straddling Kurt's form over the blanket, and trying to rip the covers from over Kurt's head.

"Geroff!" mumbled Kurt from underneath the blankets, trying to push Sebastian off. He just laughed again though, and finally succeeded in pulling the covers from over Kurt's head.

The pale boy looked out at him from under the covers, his eyes rimmed with red and his face paler than usual.

"Hello," Sebastian breathed, realizing just now that he was straddling Kurt.

"Hi," Kurt answered, his eyes wide but his mouth still curled into a frown.

"Hungover?"

"Yes."

Sebastian lingered over Kurt just a moment longer, as if waiting for him to say or do something, but Kurt just laid there with the same hungover, irritated expression he had on ten minutes ago. Sebastian swung a leg back over Kurt and got off the bed.

"Breakfast time," he reminded Kurt, raising an eyebrow when Kurt shook his head. "Come on. Please? FinnandAnna have hearts in their eyes every second of the fucking day and I really do not feel like being the third wheel at the moment. Would you really put me through that?"

Even in his sleepy and pained state, Kurt smiled at that. He seemed to like that Sebastian wanted to spend time with him now, and had no trouble admitting it. They were-

"So you actually meant it when you said we were friends," Kurt commented. He remembered last night.

"Of course I did, you idiot," Sebastian said fondly and ruffled Kurt's hair, laughing at his pout.

Sebastian was preoccupied, though. Did Kurt remember when they'd danced? He must have. He was much more wasted by the end of the night, and he'd remembered the friends thing. Did he remember how hot it was? Did he remember the beads of sweat on Sebastian's forehead or his half-hard dick grinding up against him? His body was a traitor, sometimes.

"Well since you're begging me-"

"I don't beg, Hummel."

"You'll beg for me."

Sebastian froze, his eyes on Kurt who was now sitting up in his bed. Did that sound vaguely sexual? No, he must have been imagining things. Hummel was never one for verbal banter, the sexual kind anyway.

Kurt stood up suddenly, only in an undershirt and boxers. Sebastian couldn't help his eyes from roaming over Kurt quickly. Not only did Kurt notice, but he seemed to enjoy it. He smirked slightly and walked out of the room, his hips moving in an unmistakable rhythm.

"Tease," Sebastian muttered under his breath and followed him out the door.

They clomped down the stairs to breakfast, Sebastian shirtless and just in fleece pants and Kurt in his undershirt and boxers. Kurt was clearly tired and worn out, and they both looked slightly haggard and messy. Sebastian didn't want to think about what this would look like to an outside observer. Especially Anna, who was perched on a stool in the kitchen.

Sebastian walked into the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal like always; ignoring Anna's prominently raised eyebrows. Kurt just got himself a bagel, throwing some petty insult Sebastian's way. He just laughed fondly. Anna's eyebrows rose higher, and she leaned over to whisper something in Finn's ear. Sebastian ignored her and set his cereal on the table. He reached into the cabinet above the toaster, and pulled out a tiny bottle of Tylenol.

Sebastian walked over to Kurt and put a hand on the small of his back, putting the medicine in his hand. Kurt nodded a silent thank you and went to fill up a glass of water. Anna was almost bursting with whatever opinion she had concocted in her head.

Sebastian turned to look at her and slip her off, to which Anna only stuck her tongue out and mouthed 'You like him'. Finn chuckled and raised his eyebrows akin to Anna. Sebastian flipped them both off. What was or wasn't going on with him and Kurt was none of their business.

Kurt took his bagel out of the toaster and began to chew it slowly, aware of the obvious tension. Sebastian didn't even realize it was practically silent; he was too caught up in his own thoughts.

"So there's a nice family dinner tonight," Anna said, snapping Sebastian out of his thoughts. "You know, suits and dresses and heels and lobster and champagne."

Kurt clapped his hands together, clearly excited.

"A bit eager, are we Gay Face?" Sebastian comments, but he is smiling. Kurt stuck his tongue out at him and ignored the jab.

"Bastian, I have not worn an honest to God suit in ages. Yes, I am eager."

(x)

Sebastian checked himself in the mirror and adjusted his tie, smoothing down his black suit. His parents had a few nights like this-when they would go all out. Candlelit dinner and all that jazz. The Hummel were invited too, of course, and Sebastian found that he was actually okay with that. Kurt would be good company, and he was sure they'd both get some jabs at Finn and Anna throughout the night. He gelled back his hair one more time and pursed his lips at the mirror, finally deeming himself attractive enough for tonight. He slipped his leather shoes on and walked down the stairs to the foyer, smiling at his family.

Anna was dressed in a light purple dress, a few inches above the knee, with a dark purple ribbon wrapped around her waist. Her brown hair was curled and framed her face. His sister was beautiful. Which also means he'd have to fight her admirers away, but he didn't mind.

"You look pretty, Annabelle," he complimented, but she didn't hear it.

She was too busy staring lovingly at Finn, who was staring right back at her. Every once in a while, Finn would lean down and peck her cheek and then whisper in her ear. Anna would giggle and put a hand on Finn's chest, a small affectionate touch that she did often. Finn would grin at her laughter and then pull her closer by the small of her back. They were so wrapped up in each other.

Sebastian found that this did not make him want to gag or punch Finn in the face. It made him happy for his sister, since she was obviously happy.

His parents were caught up in each other as well, as were Burt and Carole. Normally, this would make Sebastian feel isolated and a bit sick to his stomach with all the cheesiness. Instead, he found this loving atmosphere calming. His family was happy, his friends were happy, and he was happy.

He heard faint footsteps on the stairs and turned. There were those fucking eyes. And those eyes were attached to that body and that body was Kurt. Kurt walked down the steps with complete confidence, his excitement shining in his eyes. His black suit fit him perfectly, though it seemed that Kurt couldn't resist putting a bright gold tie on with a K embroidered at the bottom. His jacket was unbuttoned as of now, and his hands were stuffed in his pockets. He saw Sebastian and a smile lit up his face. A thought immediately popped into his head, and he couldn't ignore it anymore. It was clear now.

Fuck, I want him.