A/N: Hello everybody!

First of all, I've read some comments about unfinished stories, so I need to make this clear: I'm really up to complete all of my long fics. I've just posted a few longs here on for now, but people who read my stories in Italian know that there are dozens of long fics I've been writing about Glee. I won't leave any of these incomplete.

About TMTM in particular, I've written until chapter 30 and I'm a few chapters away to the end of it, so there's not even a chance it won't get finished. Also, today I've started translating the following chapters, so that it doesn't take me too long to update. I can't promise it's always going to be weekly, because there some chapters that follow that develop around 9k-11k words, so it takes me longer to translate. When the chapters are shorter, there's a large chance I might update twice a week – especially after the 20th of July.

I'm so thankful to you for reading my silly story/ies and I just love all your comments. Considering that I live in Italy, I wake up with your reviews coming to my iPhone and it's an amazing sensation. I'll probably finish translating chapter 7 and 8 tomorrow, so … how about reviews make it come faster? :P

((also, dirty stuff coming lol ))

I hope you enjoy the chapter! - xoxo

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Chapter 6

"Seriously, twink? What kind of title is that supposed to be?"

Sebastian asks him in a loud voice, unable to hold back a laugh when he puts his fingers on the lining of that agenda resting on the desk: not that he wants to mind Kurt's business - of course he does - but he has found it on his laptop and hasn't resisted the idea of finding some embarrassing comments about Blaine, something like 'small American teenagers in love with the soloist', aware of the fact that, in that case, he could have teased Kurt forever. Well, he can't deny that he's surprised that the agenda is more about him rather than Blaine.

He stares at the way Kurt has jumped, waking with a start and staying with his hands against the mattress for balance while looking at him, probably still groggy from sleep, given the dizzy expression on his face.

He realizes immediately that Kurt hasn't been able to focus on anything, nor how long it has been, or what Sebastian is doing, so he lifts the agenda to show it.

"Have you seriously written 'Teach Me, Touch Me' on your agenda?" He asks, still unable to hold back a laugh at the thought, "And here I thought you had good taste: it looks like the lame title of a cheap top 10 song. I thought you were a gay musicals cliché, you know, these songs with deep romantic lyrics and blah blah."

He is so taken by that flow of thoughts that hasn't even noticed the way Kurt's irises are darkening, a sign that his wrath is about to fall on him; he jumps out of bed, having to slow down for a moment because, still groggy from sleep, he's about to tumble to the floor.

Kurt tries to grab the agenda shifting fast, but Sebastian dodges quickly, almost forcing him against the wall. Kurt turns to him and gives him another murderous glare as he begins to feel more sober and pulled off from the sleep-hangover.

"Meerkat, that's really rude to fumble through other people's stuff," he scolds, aware of the fact that Sebastian doesn't really care about his calls, "the fact that I'm giving you my permission to step in this room doesn't mean that you can step in my life too!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sebastian says ironically, holding the agenda squeezed between his fingers and lifting it in the air to make him see it better, "but when you want to, you let me put my hands in your pants." He winks at him and quickly gets what he wanted: Kurt freezes, looking down and blushing in that way that Sebastian already loves because it gives him full supremacy over the situation.

"I still haven't given you any permission to go there," Kurt murmurs softly, pressing his lips together, "and I don't think I'm willing to give it to you now."

"You don't wanna give it to me?" Sebastian asks instantly, lowering the tone of his voice, curious to see if he can achieve his goal twice today, "You've already made it clear since the beginning, babe."

"Okay, that's enough." Kurt snaps trying to wear a serious face and a posture, but it's too hard for him right now. "Just stop fumbling through my stuff." He cuts shortly as an order, but Sebastian isn't going to grant it.

"I don't, it was on my laptop, it was violating my space." Sebastian answers and, for a second, he sees Kurt hesitating, looking like he's feeling stupid for not hiding the agenda. Then, however, he seems to light up, and Sebastian can't help but notice how his mental paths are clear and evident on his face, when he has just woken up.

"Do you have a personal space in my room? I don't think so." He snaps again, as he leans on his toes, stretching in an attempt to pull the agenda off of Sebastian's hands. Obviously, he loses his balance, because his head is still too light from sleep, and he's quite lucky because Sebastian has already tripped the other arm, wrapping it around his waist to grab him.

He feels Kurt's chest pressing perfectly against to his own, because of the tight grip, but he tries not to get distracted and keeps the agenda high enough so that Hummel can't reach it. When he realizes it, Kurt groans frustrated and tries to wriggle out of the arm-trap. Sebastian resists, but when Kurt begins to kick him, he just takes his arm away, allowing Kurt to regain a more natural balance.

"I've got a personal space in your room since you've hired me as your sex teacher," he points out, brandishing the agenda, "and, although I'm proud of the fact that you even take notes, I gotta tell you that the least you can do is giving me a bit of freedom in your room because I was too kind not to ask you to pay for my teachings."

Kurt lifts an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest.

"It would be illegal. I totally understand this is your kind of thing, but I don't tolerate prostitution, let alone in a school environment as seriously as Dalton." He tells him, and Sebastian can clearly read it in his face that he is judging him. "You give a bad name to the wonderful reputation of this institution, you know that, don't you?"

Sebastian shrugs because he can't care less about the reputation of Dalton.

Unlike Blaine and the girlish boy in front of him, he hadn't transferred from a public school because he needed tranquility: he attends a private school only because he's too snob for a public high school. More than anything, he's offended by that joke about prostitution: Sebastian Smythe is a man with a lot of class and he chooses his hook-ups carefully, he's not for sale.

He decides to let it slide anyway because otherwise Kurt would let him notice that he gets easily hard for him (he is still trying to give a reason to such a thing whatsoever, but he prefers shelving the discussion with his brain because it would be like physically shooting his ego, forcing it to bleed disastrously in humiliation).

"Now that you've stopped weeping and I've made a good use of your bathroom to find out that you just fell asleep instead of taking care of your dick, can I go?" He asks, winking at him, instantly noticing how uncomfortable Kurt is to discover that he has jerked off in his bathroom.

"Are you going?" Kurt asks, as soon as he has recovered from that thought and Sebastian lifts his eyebrows, as he was certainly not expecting that he wanted him to stay. "I-"

"You don't know how these things work, right?" Sebastian asks, with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what is going through Kurt's mind. "I'll explain: if one day you'll find a guy that is willing to stay in your room after a fuck, you may have found the love of your life … or at least a person who loves you." He thinks for a moment before looking up to add: "Or maybe some lazy jerk who doesn't want to get out of your bed, well, something like that."

He can't help but notice that Kurt is looking at him, as if he trusts his words for sure, as if it were some sort of proofed science. He feels a little (just a little because it's already too much) guilty because he understands immediately that Kurt is a romantic, and he's probably destroying all the sweet dreams that he's hoped he could see realized.

However, he can't hold it because that is just reality for Sebastian Smythe: he doesn't bother thinking about these things simply because they make him look cool. He's skeptical enough to realize that, despite feelings do exist, they're not a certainty and waiting for them all lifelong is nothing more than a waste of time.

"So-"

"I'm going." Sebastian cuts, handing him the agenda.

Kurt's look examines his hand, then he stretches out his arm to reach it and steal the paper material, pulling it away from Sebastian with decision, almost as if his hands could infect it.

"Okay." Kurt murmurs but he gives up to the temptation to extend the use of his voice immediately. "It's about time. This room is beginning to be infected by your insane perversion and I don't want it to start affecting me too much."

Sebastian laughs again, this time in a less spontaneous and more ironic way, raising his eyebrows.

"I think it has already begun to influence you, Mr. Hardick." He teases. Kurt blushes again instantly and it's too funny, the way he reacts every single time that Sebastian says something dirty.

He can't resist that temptation: his arm reaches up and he brings his fingers under Kurt's chin, making him start. He meets Kurt's blue eyes with his own. Kurt's ones look bluer and more upset about the situation, and he stays still for a moment when he realizes something.

The image can't help but recall to his mind the first day of Kurt Hummel at Dalton.

Well, not the first actually (Sebastian is well aware of Kurt's charmed eyes during 'Teenage Dream', and he wonders if Hummel would have realized one day that Sebastian was there, in that room), more like the first day as a student: the first thing he's thought about him was 'virgin'.

Second in succession, virgin ... interesting ....

The third - maybe the one Sebastian would have denied the most - virgin, interesting, mine.

It has taken a lot to convince Kurt that Sebastian doesn't feel any attraction for him: to him, he's to be just a good (or bad maybe) boy, willing to help him out, trying to think he is hot only because the other students at Dalton don't seem available to satisfy his sexual desires and whims.

Sebastian doesn't know exactly if it has been more intimate to brush his cheek when Kurt had no idea who he was or to hold Kurt's chin in his fingers after he's initialized him to the world of sex, even if marginally.

Kurt's skin is stretched between his slender fingers, and while he is studying his face, Sebastian is considering that he should stop because he can't convince Kurt that even this brand new caress is part of the lesson, because Hummel isn't stupid (he certainly isn't as smart as Sebastard, no one is - at least according to Sebastian - but he isn't stupid, he has to give him credit for that).

His green eyes run along cheekbones, cheeks, jaw on this weirdly wonderful soft skin.

A small part of him can't help but wonder once again (top sebcret information) what turns him on: he's a little unsure about whether it's Kurt himself because he can't help but think that it's the virginity thing that attracts him, and maybe also the fact that Kurt, unlike several others (Blaine, for example) isn't simply a virgin; he is terrified by the idea of sex.

This conclusion heartens him a lot, makes him feel better.

Getting at the idea that the fingers on his chin have nothing to do with the guy in front of him makes him get to the right conclusion too: once the lessons are over, Sebastian is going to stop feeling this thing … this interest or something, that desire to play ambiguous games with him, simply because Kurt would lose the feature that turns him on the most: his innocence.

When the seconds of silence become too much and Kurt's eyes meet his gaze, looking full of questions, Sebastian realizes that it's time to let go on his chin and get rid of that contemplative face to replace it with his usual grin; and anyway, he hasn't forgotten the point at which they'd suspended the discussion because it's too funny and, indeed, he wonders how he has managed to put aside the desire to extend that entertainment only to grab his chin.

"Speechless?" He asks, without much stir and, by the look that Kurt is giving him, he knows instantly that Kurt's wondering about that awkward touch. The first thought that suggests his huge ego is that Kurt is thinking that it's obvious that he's speechless, because Sebastian Smythe has touched him, and then he gets convinced of the fact that maybe he should surrender to the idea of not being able to possess himself, then he should just put aside his narcissism.

They stay like this for a few seconds, facing one another, Kurt looking down at the pavement.

There is something in the air of this room, something that Sebastian can't define. He simply blames it on some kind of fragrance used by Kurt, but the truth is that he knows perfectly that it isn't anything artificial: Kurt can't know, of course he can't; he's so innocent and harmless that he could never understand that it's just the heat of their bodies, warmed by whishes that neither of them would ever admit.

Sebastian won't admit it simply because he is accustomed to be desired, not to desire someone else (although getting his hands on Kurt tempts him enough to force him to keep himself from doing something stupid while Hummel is sitting on his lap).

Kurt won't admit it either because probably all that is happening around him is still confused: Sebastian would give all the money in the world to read what is going through his mind to get all the unknown feelings he must be exploring right now.

The first touch, the first chills, all these things that he can no longer feel that way, he can no longer perceive the pleasant sensation of disorientation you feel in the beginning.

"Okay, Speechless." He says again and notices that Kurt is already stirring up to deny that conclusion.

"No," He replies instantly, taking a step back to get away from him. "I've got all the words in the world ready to spill out of my mouth ... and you can't use my bathroom for that and-"

"Oh really?" Sebastian asks instantly, while a wicked idea immediately flashes in his mind, blooming out of nowhere at the thought that Kurt has indirectly mentioned him jerking off, shyly, but still out loud.

"No. You can't ... touch yourself in my room! It's ... you can't! " Kurt starts ranting, waving his arms and even that 'touch yourself' sounds terribly harmful to Sebastian's ears, while he doesn't hesitate to take a step ahead to reclaim his space.

Kurt moves again, a couple of steps back and his body slams against the desk.

He is trapped and it's clear from the panic on his face.

Sebastian takes advantage right away and steps forward, quickly placing his hands on the wooden surface, surrounding Kurt's hips.

And well, it's so wonderful that Sebastian can perfectly read into Kurt's crystal eyes what he's thinking: he is wondering if he has to point out to Sebastian that their lesson is over, that what he's doing isn't absolutely necessary, and that they haven't agreed for such moments outside of the lessons.

"So, Kurt," Sebastian whispers, grinning maliciously, "Are you telling me that I shouldn't jerk off in your room?" He asks lasciviously and he can read it on Kurt's face that he feels embarrassed about the way he's uttering obscene words on his lips.

The truth's that, yes, Sebastian has his diabolical plan in mind, but this time he isn't inspired by a sexual perspective, but the simple fact that making fun of Kurt is too much fun to let it go.

"No ..." Hummel murmurs in a low voice, pulling his gaze away to escape Sebastian's insistent deep eyes. In an instant, however, he finds himself with his chin between Sebastian's fingers once again and he can't even argue with that. He's just forced to look at him.

"Then we must establish a new rule, babe," he murmurs, and feels Kurt's skin tremble under his touch at these words: he's so deliciously terrified by every single gesture or phrase that he almost looks adorable, "we should make sure that it's not necessary for me to touch myself, don't you think?"

Kurt bites his lower lip and knows immediately that he is holding something back: he's about to answer boldly and arrogantly, but he looks like he doesn't want to be hushed immediately for the simple fact that he might act too rough towards Sebastian in that situation to have the clarity to be funny without paying the consequences with a burning defeat.

Indeed, he nods weakly and as soon as he tries again to look down to escape these hypnotic eyes, Sebastian shifts to his ear, bodies pressed against each other in a way that's so intimate that Sebastian can almost feel every single biological transaction occurring within Kurt's little innocent virgin body.

"Starting from the next lesson," Sebastian whispers, refilling Kurt's ear with his own heat, "we won't stop until we've both come."

Kurt's hips answer for him and Sebastian can swear that he's already hard again without even any touch because how could a poor kid with no experience of any kind withstand a voice like his that is whispering things in his ear?

"Are you okay, Kurt?" He asks when a couple of seconds have passed. He doesn't want to get too spontaneous (especially because he knows that if he gets too carried away, he won't survive Kurt) and he prefers to check the instinct of telling him to show exactly for who he is, but unfortunately (maybe) he can't keep it; he's too curious to explore his reactions to every single thing he does or says. "Do you want to come? I can make you come if you want to ..." He whispers, in fact, and his hands are already wandering to reach Kurt's waist.

"Sebastian!" Kurt's shriek startles him, forcing him to open his eyelids and keeping both hands away for the incredibly high voice he has used. "This lesson is over. Get out. Don't get too much advantage out of this situation. I'm not going to let you do it."

At this point, he can't hold back a laugh because he finds it absolutely ridiculous that Kurt has thought he's wanted to take advantage of that situation: of course he wants to take advantage of it, but Kurt shouldn't be so arrogant to think so. For Sebastian, Kurt should purely and simply think that he is doing him a favor.

"I won't." He replies then with a wry smile. "But I'm worried about you," he says ironically while Kurt lifts an eyebrow in evident confusion, "It didn't take me long before I've decided not to keep it hard in my pants, while you, babe, won't even have the courage to touch yourself."

By the way Kurt rolls his eyes, Sebastian is even more sure of what he has said, which is absurd because what the hell in the world could make a boy feel uncomfortable at the thought of touching himself? And most importantly, even more, what the hell is turning Sebastian on about it?

Kurt bites his lower lip, embarrassed, and looks down.

There's one thing that Sebastian is still confused about: Kurt's always cheeky with him, he answers him fiercely, and yet, in certain situations he looks like he doesn't have enough pride to snap and fight; which is weird because he has almost fights to death only to have the last word.

"Okay, gay face, all right," he sighs, when it becomes clear that Kurt has no intention of meeting the new agreement, "keep it hard in your pants until it comes off because you're not going to touch-"

"Are you going to touch me?" Kurt cuts him with a low and shy whisper, as he continues to keep his eyes on the floor.

Sebastian feels the instant fibrillation. This simple question is enough to flash pleasing fantasies in his mind, forcing it to wake up in order to be able to answer coherently, without these visions that make something clear to Kurt, something that he should never know.

"What-"

"Are you going to touch me?" Kurt cuts him off again (Sebastian gets quickly over the fact that he has dared to do it twice in a row only because this question is exciting him too much, especially if it's whispered by such an innocent voice), hesitantly, biting again lips, "... if I need it?"

There is something so wrong with the question, with the fact that Kurt is considering the idea of leaving Sebastian touch him when he clearly wouldn't even touch himself. Seriously, how has Sebastian come down to the idea of teaching sex to such a prude?

"You don't want to jerk off alone and you think I should touch you?" He can't help asking, with a spontaneous laughter that freezes instantly when Kurt assumes that expression that looks confused, embarrassed, scared and any other kindhearted thing in the world. He hates him totally because Sebastian Smythe can't be touched by his puppy faces. Indeed, he is supposed to make fun of Kurt right now.

"If you want to do something," Kurt replies, swallowing, "I would never stop you because I'm pretending that you're helping me out and that it's not just an excuse to do all the dirty stuff you've always wanted to do in this school, because I know that it's for my own good. If you won't, then I would never do it myself and-"

"Okay," Sebastian interrupts him, taking a breath as he hates the fact that this innocent virgin is capable of making him gentler somehow, "if you insist, I'll take care of it."

He can accurately read every single thought going through Kurt in his eyes: he's already imagining the moment when Sebastian is going to invade his space, breathing his air again, not to mention the fact that he's going to touch him eventually, because Sebastian has pulled out the embarrassing part of the deal for which Kurt wasn't ready at all.

Maybe.

"So-we-" Kurt tries but stammers, incoherently (if he had been more sober - Sebastian is sure – he would never have used the pronoun 'we' to refer to Kurt and Sebastian in a situation like this; plus, Sebastian hates it that his brain has totally fooled out, suggesting Kurt and Sebastian, instead of Sebastian and Kurt because there's no chance that Kurt's name can come before his in their couple and ... wait, couple?).

"I'll see you soon." Sebastian suggests, completing his sentence and certainly avoiding Kurt to stutter for the next six minutes, because he absolutely needs to escape from the room, the sentimentalist musical fan smell of the room starting to make him think things he isn't used to think.

"Soon?" Kurt manages to ask, looking worried. "I think I'll need a month before I can face another lesson ..." he mutters, rolling his eyes, already a little less embarrassed (maybe he feels more comfortable with the idea that Sebastian is going to leave his room soon to interrupt the hormonal infection that he's causing the air he breathes).

"Stop it." Sebastian comments, grinning and throwing a silly slap on his cheek.

Kurt glares at him and Sebastian knows that he's wondering who the hell gave him permission to do something like that, of course, since it's out of the agreements (because he is sure that Kurt is terrified that Sebastian could start crossing lines).

"I'm serious." Kurt protests, however, letting the slap slide even though he knows he's going to regret it. "You made me watch a porno during my first lesson, you're cruel, I wasn't ready to see those things!"

"I've already explained that there's a valid reason for that. Would you rather move on to the next lesson?" Sebastian asks, arching an eyebrow. "You didn't mind sitting on me though, gay face."

He sees Kurt hesitate and scowl, unable to snap back at these words (finally a serious victory for Sebastian's ego), before he can firmly order again.

"Get out of this room." Kurt mutters, in a strict tone of voice, but Sebastian can clearly read the peak of irony and game that is masked by the desire that Kurt has to chase him.

"Don't you want a second-"

He can't even finish the sentence that Kurt finds the strength to grab his arm and starts to drag him towards the door, and Sebastian can't help but laugh at the idea that a boy is driving out of the room because he's too sexy, rather than allowing him to sleep there for the same reason, as it happens normally.

He lets Kurt drag him though, because he knows that their time together today is over, and it's a great idea, because he doesn't want to look while Kurt faints because they've been talking about sex for too long. He finds himself out of the room, with Kurt is looking at him, leaning against the door.

"I'll send you a text next time, right, holy Kurt?" Sebastian asks, still wearing an amused grin, "You know, to warn you so that you can prepare yourself psychologically."

"No." Kurt replies instantly, and Sebastian can't help but enjoy his eyes, filled with repressed anger. "I wouldn't open the door to you then. If I don't know it's you, however, I'll do it, hoping that it's Blaine knocking, and then I'll be terribly disappointed, just like I've been when you cock-blocked us today. "

"You weren't disappointed today." Sebastian remarks - oh God, why should he deny such a thing? He shouldn't be interested in what Kurt thinks or says about … them? -, lifting his eyebrows. "You know, if you'd really wanted to, you could have let me know you'd rather bring history on with Blaine."

In fact, if he thinks about it, it was exactly what he was expecting from Kurt Hummel in that situation, and yet ... it hadn't happened.

"Why don't you get it?" Kurt complains, wrinkling his lips. "I need you to ... show me these things! I don't have a clue of what sex appeal actually is, I hope to win Blaine this way, I need your help!"

Sebastian sighs – it's way too obvious that his ego would have preferred that Kurt would fall for him, rather than Blaine, so that he could slam his 'no, you're a girl and you disgust me' right to Kurt's face just to hurt him - and he decides to give up on it, at least for the moment.

"Okay, I'll surprise you in your room for the next lesson." He tells, stepping back.

"Which is going to be?" Kurt asks, lifting an eyebrow in concern.

"Guess what?" Sebastian replies ironically, and shows him one of his usual smirks, "I know you're dying to get to write something new beside the second square on your stupid agenda, but ... keep it, babe."

They both know, automatically, this isn't a nasty joke or something: he's really addressing to Kurt's compulsive obsessions for order. Not that they find comforting the fact that sometimes they seem to understand each other perfectly, but it's not the right time to think about it.

"Don't fear." Kurt feels the need to make it clear anyway, in order to avoid the eventuality that Sebastian is somehow talking about Kurt keeping it in his pants because he's too hot to restrain. "I can keep myself perfectly."

Sebastian immediately thinks that he can't give Kurt the chance to win if he keeps on denying the evidence like this.

"One wouldn't think so, gay face." He just says to him, and before Kurt can snap back any further, he gives him a quick wink and disappears, before Kurt can even realize it, leaving him there, at the doorway, with his cheek resting against the wood of the doorframe and a worried expression waving on along his features.

/

Kurt hates him.

He really does.

He hates Sebastian Smythe with each and every single part of his body and mind and heart.

Talking to Santana or just hearing her talk is not the same anymore: because of Sebastian, all her lame innuendos seem now particularly realistic, while they were completely abstract before, when Kurt wasn't into this sex thing.

Sitting at that table at Breadstix, elbows on the surface of wood and fingers to his temples, in front of her and Rachel and next to Blaine, is getting traumatic. Why isn't Mercedes there to take Santana's place as usual?

He has lost count over the 'birds' and 'warblers' that Santana has pulled out totally guilty, not to mention 'Blaine, the leader of the birds' or 'the biggest warbler', and probably if it were a few weeks ago, when he didn't know what it meant to feel another guy's hard dick against his leg, Kurt wouldn't have even noticed.

At that moment, he's just blushing and he's eternally grateful to Lady GaGa for the fact that Santana hasn't noticed yet because she's way too good at reading things (fortunately she seems too busy with her nasty jokes and compliments to Blaine for the fact that he hasn't become bald yet with all the gel he puts on).

"I'm frustrated."

Rachel's voice breaks those senseless ramblings and Santana seems almost offended that Berry has dared to stop her. In any case, the three of them turn to Rachel who has suddenly imitated Kurt's position, thoughtfully elbows on the surface of wood and fingers to her temples, and she's also wrinkling her lips.

"Are you disappointed by the fact that for the thousandth time in two years Finn has preferred Quinn over you?" Santana instantly says, "Look, you shouldn't be surprised, female Hobbit at this table, because Quinn is a girl, not an elf of the woods."

Rachel rolls her eyes, without meeting Santana's one because she is well aware of the fact that Santana just wants to hurt her.

"Why?" Blaine asks, seriously and fondly, wearing a friendly smile on his face. "If I may ..."

"Do you guys realize that this is our junior year?" She asks, moving away from that position, unlike that Kurt is still there, bored, tired of having to listen to this talks.

"And yeah, you still haven't walked the McKinley hallways wearing jeans," Santana says, "but that's okay, Berry, we would hate you even if you didn't have that horrible granny style, don't worry."

Rachel is used to pretend that Santana isn't saying anything mainly because she knows that, answering to her provocations, would only make her meaner just like Santana, and she doesn't want to be like that (although sometimes she succeeds quite well in being a bitch, in a spontaneous way, maybe without even realizing it).

"And we haven't experienced many of the things that we should be experiencing at our age-" she freezes on the spot, leaving the sentence open like that.

Kurt has no idea why it sounds so suspicious, but he has the feeling that Rachel has stopped because she is in front of two Warblers and not 'Kurt and Blaine'. There's some information about the motivation of what she's doing and Kurt knows that Rachel is so chatting that she's almost risked to pull it out.

It doesn't matter anyway. Strangely, he doesn't feel the need to spy on his opponents or something anymore (even though experience should clearly interest him, because the last time he's met Blaine and he's found Dalton, a safe place to escape to).

"What's the point?" Santana asks nervously, "Because unlike you, I have tried many things I could put on my curriculum vitae, so I don't understand why I should care!"

Blaine and Kurt share a questioning look, and then go back to Rachel, waiting for an explanation, but the girl has already turned to Santana.

"Alcohol" It seems to be a key word because she gets instantly the attention of Santana, who lifts her eyebrows, apparently waiting for further explanation, "there will be so much alcohol, I assure you, a party at my place ..." Rachel pulls out, in a confused speech, and stammering nervously.

Kurt is sure that there's something not quite right: he has no idea how, but this idea doesn't sound too spontaneous; Rachel would never have thought it alone because it's against her ways of living: she wants has her healthy habits, even the right time to go to sleep and wake up to make her exercise. It's natural that Kurt's having doubts at her words, knowing her.

A party at Rachel's?

Well, if nothing else, Blaine is present at that table and Rachel would never be so rude as not to invite him. Kurt immediately feels evil when his mind thinks that he would spend possibly the evening of the party with Blaine, since he barely knows his friends from McKinley.

Suddenly, the date of Rachel's party – even if it's not yet defined – is already marked in his mindly calendar and his eye is caught by Blaine that is just talking with Rachel. Kurt has no idea what he is saying, absolutely, because he is just staring like he's in love.

He realize he's doing it late however, precisely when he shifted his gaze to Santana who is looking at him in disgust (Kurt doesn't know if it's an expression referring to Blaine or simply to the fact that Kurt is looking at him like he's manic - something that doesn't suit him at all, damn fucking Sebastian).

He is convinced to look down, because maybe it's the best idea, but at the exact moment when Blaine is answering to Rachel 'It would be really nice of you to invite me to your party even though I'm an enemy ...', something happens.

His shoulders shiver automatically when the he feels an unexpected touch making him startle as soon as he manages to focus on the voice coming from his back and these fingers on his blazer.

"Throwing a party?" Sebastian asks, his voice is clear and perfectly recognizable to Kurt's ears, and he is already getting nervous: who gives Sebastian the right to touch him in front of other people? It's a secret, he doesn't have to show to anybody the progress of their relationship, it's wrong. He isn't to walk beside him, to sit beside him and, above all, he shouldn't be resting his hands on Kurt's shoulders.

It takes him a few seconds to focus on the confused expressions on the faces of the two girls sitting in front of them: Rachel simply has no idea who that tall guy with the green eyes is - probably she's even trying to imagine if he'd be able to give her beautiful kids, seen the recent bad history with Finn; Santana does know who Sebastian, but she is perceptive enough to be able to read something from this simple touch because, when it comes to other people's affairs, Santana is so skillful that Kurt is sure that she's even recognized perfectly the tiny jolt that Kurt's had when Sebastian has touched him, that jolt that would be imperceptible to anyone else.

"Excuse me, you are …?" Rachel asks, raising her eyebrows and turning her eyes to Kurt's. Kurt realizes then that the jerk hasn't been indiscreet at all, because Rachel has noticed too (which is bad because, for Kurt, it purely means he's going to suffer a cruel interrogation, as soon as the rest of the bizarre group will disappear, leaving him alone with Rachel).

"Sebastian Smythe." Sebastian's voice is sharp as a knife and it comes right to Kurt's ear, stroking the outline with a phantom touch and forcing him to swallow. He doesn't even notice the way Rachel is looking at him because if he would, he'd have deduced that the girl is cursing thinking, probably, that she would willingly accept to be annoyed by a guy like that, unlike him. He is way too focused on the tension to notice anyway.

His body has inevitably begun to feel the same feelings he had felt in his room almost as if - without receiving any permission from Kurt - he had begun to get used to react like this simply because it's Sebastian touching him (it's almost disgusting that feels like he can enjoy how uncomfortable he feels).

"Well, Sebastian Smythe," Rachel says, holding out a hand across the table, "I'm Rachel Berry."

Sebastian hesitates for a second, and then the crazy idea that crosses Kurt's mind is that he could feel sad because Sebastian isn't touching him anymore. Almost as if he could read his mind, pulls them away immediately, reaching Rachel's hand and squeezing it with a grin on his face.

"I thought you were talking about a party ..." He says again, letting go of her hand and Kurt hates that he's still there, standing behind his back, because he isn't his boyfriend or anything like that, and Rachel knows that they hate each other and … well, he doesn't even know if there are many other good reasons to avoid such a thing.

"Wanky." It's Santana's pleased comment, probably caused by the fact that she has understood that the boy is practically inviting himself to Rachel's house.

He can't do this.

He could not destroy the evening that Kurt is planning, it's so terribly wrong against everything Kurt feels, it's so disrespectful and Sebastian's hands are stroking the lapels of his blazer and Kurt is silently praying Lady GaGa, Britney Spears and Michael Jackson together so that no one would notice (yes, his mind is getting lost in a weird flow of thoughts).

"Yes, we were talking about a party," Rachel suggest, smiling, but still hesitant, uncertain about whether or not to trust him, given the way in which Kurt has talked about him during the first weeks at Dalton, "at my place, this weekend."

Well, now it's done (Kurt has never, ever hated Rachel so much in his entire life), and there is no chance that Rachel acts rude enough to tell him 'and you're not invited.'

"It sounds very promising." Sebastian answers and though Kurt can't see him, he's that he is wearing that damn satisfied smirk.

The only thing that unnerves him more than this smirk, right now, is Santana's face: she's silent, contemplative, as he watches the boy behind him. Kurt has no idea what it means, but he guesses it's a bit like looking in the mirror of sexuality: a boy Santana and maybe she hasn't noticed the first time, at the game, because it had been a quick meeting (or maybe she's noticed and she has simply waited for a better time to study Sebastian and that moment has come).

"It's going to be fun," Santana says finally, getting everybody's attention back on her, "I'm really curious to see if the lil' birds can survive the blow." She says, with a mischievous smile on her face, as if it is sort of an exam.

"The 'lil' birds' seems a lame understatement." He answers promptly Sebastian and Santana lifts her eyebrows, smugly.

Clearly, in the meantime, Kurt has turned red as fire: his skin is flushed, his eyes are low, and why the hell it all ends up in a deep abyss of embarrassing double meanings all the time? Not that he's too surprised because, honestly, how could he expect something different from a conversation that involves both Santana and Sebastian? It's like whishing for rain as he stands in the desert.

"Well, Rachel," Blaine says more discreet, almost feeling the need to explicitly ask for a permit and an invitation for Sebastian Smythe because he doesn't bother doing that, "thank you for inviting us, it's really nice of you." He smiles at her in a natural and spontaneous way.

Kurt would enjoy that wonderful smile if it wasn't for the fact that Sebastian is still there, and he's starting to tap his fingers on Kurt's shoulders, as if he's annoyed that Kurt is ignoring him. It's not too surprising actually, because his ego is huge and it's totally normal that Sebastian gets offended if someone tries to pretend he doesn't exist.

"You're welcome." Rachel murmurs insecure, as if she isn't really sure she wants to invite the enemy in her house.

From the moment the discussion calms down, the minutes begin to pass more regularly, even if Sebastian's hands of don't pull off from his shoulders not even for a second and everything is nothing more than a tiny shiver now deleted and sunk in the remote depths of his body.

Things look clearer for his posthumous reflections that are always harmful, especially lately, so he could afford a more rational analysis that could be less influenced by the patter of these long fingers (yes, he's still thinking that, but it's purely and simply because they're elegant, nothing more than that) on the blazer, and is able to come to one conclusion only: he has to talk to Sebastian because his teacher definitely needs to understand the boundaries of their sexual but private deal.