A/N: HUZZAH! Here is chapter seven! I'm sorry it's taking me so long :( Sometimes I just don't have inspiration and then sometimes I get sucked into tumblr. Although, I'm also working on two other fics and I signed up for the Kurtbastian Big Bang, not to mention I'm taking prompts over on tumblr, so...yeah...busy writer here. I'm also trying to write my own original stuff. But you don't care about that. You care about what's going on in this chapter. So, without further ado, I present it to you! Enjoy and review please!
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Sebastian must've had the luck of the gods on his side because, while driving at ninety miles per hour, not only did he run into no cop cars, but there was also nobody on the road. This meant that he was able to reach Kurt's house that much sooner. It's amazing how driving like a lunatic can get you to your destination in an hour when it's a two hour drive at a normal speed. When he arrived at Kurt's house, he called Kurt's cell. "Pick up, pick up, pick up…" he chanted. On the third ring, Kurt picked up. "Hello, Kurt?" He asked, his voice frantic. He heard a deep sigh on the other end.
"Hi Sebastian," Kurt replied, calming Sebastian just a little bit. He shut his car off and slammed his door, stalking up to Kurt's porch.
"I'm here. Can you open the door?"
"Sure. Do me a favor first, though?" Kurt queried. Sebastian nodded before realizing Kurt couldn't see him.
"Sure." He said.
"Can you check and see if there's a key? I-it should b-be in the rock outside th-the door." Kurt stumbled.
"Of course." Sebastian immediately grabbed the rock and checked for the key by shaking it. He lifted the little door to double check. His lips pursed together and he frowned. "It's missing," he replied, his tone serious. Kurt sucked in a breath.
"O-ok." Sebastian heard movement inside before the door finally opened. Sebastian quickly stepped inside and enveloped Kurt in a hug. He felt Kurt's arms wrap around his waist, squeezing him and pulling him closer. A few moments passed before Sebastian pulled back, his hands resting on Kurt's shoulders. He looked into his eyes as he spoke.
"You need to tell me what happened."
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"He's a fucking creeper, that's what he is," Sebastian ranted, pacing back and forth in Kurt's living room. Kurt sighed, his forehead creasing, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I know he is. And what makes it worse is that I'm going to have to tell my father what happened because Blaine took the damned key." Kurt huffed in response, crossing his legs. Sebastian stopped short. He turned to look at Kurt, a curious look on his own face.
"What do you mean 'have to tell?'" He inquired. Kurt huffed again.
"What do you think I mean?" He countered. He sighed. "It means that I'm going to have to tell my father something that I had no intention of telling him. He's got a weak heart an-"
"HE'S YOUR DAD, KURT! You're supposed to tell him about this kind of bullshit!" Sebastian yelled, resuming his pacing. Kurt stood up and walked over to block Sebastian's path. When Sebastian turned to face Kurt, Kurt stopped him by placing his pointer finger on Sebastian's chest.
"That's not your decision to make, Sebastian." He said, jabbing his finger repeatedly onto Sebastian's chest. "He's my father and I have to worry about. I can't lose him. I won't lose him because my stupid ass of an ex-boyfriend decided that it might be a good idea to try and force me to have sex with him in the back of my car!" Kurt said. He had Sebastian crowded up against a wall at this point. He hadn't even realized he'd done it and quickly pulled away, a light blush coloring his cheeks. Sebastian walked after him. He tapped him lightly on the shoulder and when he turned around, Sebastian saw he was crying. Kurt huddled himself against Sebastian and Sebastian wrapped his arms around him. "Why did he have to do that?" Kurt mumbled into Sebastian's shirt. "I don't understand! He…he's never acted like this…not unt-til y-you came ar-roun-" Kurt stopped abruptly and pulled back, looking up at Sebastian. Sebastian looked down at him.
"What?" He asked. Kurt gave a bitter laugh.
"He's jealous." Kurt supplied.
"What?" Sebastian repeated. Kurt's laugh rang out.
"He's jealous. He's jealous because you're flirting with me. He thinks he'll lose – well, he thought he'd lose me to you. Either that, or he was jealous because you weren't flirting with him which is just a whole other level of crazy that I can't and don't' want to address right now." Kurt said. He pulled away fully from Sebastian and began his own crazy pacing around his living room.
"Wait, so…he's jealous?" Sebastian asked, still feeling like he was two steps behind Kurt.
"Yes," Kurt replied, his answer clipped. Sebastian threw his hands up in surrender. Kurt would've laughed at the motion, but he wasn't really in the mood to genuinely laugh. So instead, he huffed. "He's jealous because you flirted with me. He's insecure and jealous and…UGH!" Kurt yelled, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. He didn't quite know what to make of his own revelation and it was starting to piss him off. "That asshole! He's so –"
"Who is?" Kurt stopped dead and turned around. Standing in the entryway to the living room was none other than Burt Hummel. The color drained from Kurt's face as he put on his best imitation of a smile.
"H-hi dad." He stuttered. He scowled at his stutter. Burt eyed his son as he took his hat off. He was about to say something else when he noticed a strange boy standing in his living room. A strange boy who looked like a ghost.
"Was I…he's not…are you…" Burt struggled before finally finding the right words. "I'm missing something, aren't I?" Kurt fervently shook his head. Burt sighed and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"Dad, you're hear-" Burt held up his hand and Kurt quieted.
"I have a feeling I'm not going to like what you're going to tell me, so I need this to calm my nerves. Besides, one beer won't kill me. Now, why don't you introduce me and this guy over here, who looks like he's about to pass out from fright." Burt said gruffly. Kurt sighed, bringing a hand up to massage his forehead before he complied with his father's wishes.
"Dad, this is Sebastian Smythe. Sebastian, this is my dad, Burt Hummel." Burt nodded in Sebastian's direction. Sebastian gathered his courage and walked over to him. He stuck his hand out and Burt took it, gripping a little too tightly. Sebastian grimaced through it.
"Hello Mr. Humm-"
"Name's Burt, kid. Mr. Hummel is what I'm called at work, not in my house." Burt said. "Why don't you two have a seat on the couch." He said, gesturing towards the sofa. Sebastian moved over to it and sat down next to Kurt. Burt nodded his head. "Kurt, go ahead."
"Dad…we're going to need to change the lock on the front door." Kurt started. Burt frowned.
"Why don't you start from the beginning. Because right now, I'm confused." Burt replied. Kurt nodded his head and started with his night at Scandals.
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"KURT, WHERE IS MY SHOTGUN?" Burt yelled from upstairs. He was throwing things into disarray, looking for his shotgun and bullets. Kurt gave a weak smile to Sebastian, who was busting a gut, laughing at the scene before him. "KUUUURT!"
"YES DAD?" Kurt yelled back as innocently as he could. Burt came thundering back down the stairs. His face was tinged a light red and it looked like steam was coming off of his head. Kurt instantly became worried. "Dad, sit down." He said, trying to bring his dad to his chair. Burt slipped out of his son's grip.
"Not until you tell me where my shotgun is!" Burt demanded.
"Dad, you're acting like a petulant child. Just si-"
"HE TRIED TO RAPE YOU, KURT! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE FURIOUS AND ACT PETULANT!" Burt screamed. "But I'm not being petulant, Kurt." He said, calming down. "He tried to hurt you and you're my only son, my only child, so I have every right to be furious and want to kill him." Burt said. He began rubbing his head as he took Kurt's advice and sat down in his chair, heaving out a few breaths.
"Well you're my dad and I have every right to be worried about you." Kurt countered. "I love you dad, and you had a heart attack last year and I…I can't lose you and I won't – especially not because of something Blaine merely tried to do." Kurt said. He was about to break down, he could feel it coming. He stormed out of the living room and up the stairs to his room.
