Author's Note: I think my muse is trying to make up for lost time right now, because after this post, I will then start working on Chapter 10. Yay!

This story is not turning out to be what I expected. Not that it's bad. Actually I think it's way better than what I initially planned on, so I'm really glad everyone's enjoying the story so far.

Anyway, I'd like to thank all of you once again for the favorites, follows, and reviews. It truly is wonderful to see how much of a following this story has garnered. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Warnings: Some cursing, light drama, some mentions of sex, lots of kissing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Ryan Murphy does. If I did, I'd make Kurt and Sebastian fall in love with each other and do very dirty things to each other every episode. I'm not making any money off of this either. If you sue me, you'll be sorely disappointed since I'm broke. :D

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Sebastian woke up feeling like he got hit by a bulldozer. His head was pounding twice as bad as a normal hangover would and he could only groan in protest. He winced inwardly and tried to open his eyes, but the headache was preventing him from doing so. He only had hangovers this bad when he cried himself to sleep while drunk, which very rarely happened nowadays. The dehydration was killing him and he groaned louder when he remembered why he had been crying. He rubbed his face with his right hand and felt that his cheeks were a bit sticky, a sure sign that he, indeed, had been crying before he passed out. He pushed the covers off his body and stilled.

He suddenly felt disoriented. He was definitely not in his bed. He wasn't lying on any bed, for that matter. The thought made him forcibly open his eyes, squinting at the bit of glare coming from the late morning sun that was filtering through the curtains that were, surprisingly, drawn closed. He was on their couch which made him all the more worried. The setting of his highly embarrassing dream was on that same couch, plus he was still wearing the clothes he had on when he went out the night before. He swallowed thickly and sat up slowly, his brain already running a mile a minute even when it was threatening to explode out of his head. He twisted around so he could settle his now bare feet (he couldn't remember removing his shoes and socks at all, which made his heart pound just as badly as his head) on the cool, hardwood floor and saw a glass of water, his mug filled with still steaming coffee, and bottle of aspirin on the coffee table. Under the bottle of aspirin was a note written in clean cursive. He stared at the stuff on the table and grabbed the aspirin, downing two in one go. He grabbed the water next and finished it in three huge gulps. He wanted more, but he knew he needed some coffee to wake himself up so he grabbed that and the note on the table. He took a sip of the dark, warm liquid, a sigh of happiness leaving his lips the moment the coffee touched his tongue. He finally looked at the note, reading it quickly as a frown formed on his forehead.

"When you're hangover doesn't feel so bad anymore, come see me in the kitchen, please. I made you breakfast. Kurt."

Sebastian's heart started pounding against his rib cage. He realized that the reason why the dream he had last night was still so vivid was because it was no dream. It did happen, and it was Kurt who stayed with him the entire night until he fell asleep, crying. He was beyond mortified. He couldn't quite remember everything he said to the other boy verbatim, but he remembered enough to know that Kurt knew exactly how he felt about him now. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

"Why, God? Why? Why do you hate me so much?" he cried out softly. He stood, mug still in hand, and trudged up the stairs to his room to take a quick, hot shower, all the while shaking his head as if that would erase the humiliation he felt for showing so much emotion in front of Kurt. He would've sworn alcohol out of his life, but he knew he wouldn't survive a week without at least a shot of vodka, his current poison of choice.

If he was going to face the music, he'd at least face it feeling like a human being.

So he downed his coffee, stripped and stepped into the shower, washing off the grime, sweat, and smells of the night before. As he stayed under the comforting spray, he let his mind wander to the events of last night.

One thing that most people didn't know about Sebastian was that no matter how drunk he gets, he always remembers everything. He used to think it was a blessing since it prevented awkward situations of him having to play the 'who the fuck are you' game whenever he woke up the morning after a hook-up and said hook-up was still in his bed. After what happened last night, though, he was starting to think that maybe this gift wasn't so much a blessing as it was a curse.

He tried to recall everything that happened the night before; everything he said, did, and heard, and that was when he stood stock still in shock. There were no images because he had his eyes closed the entire time, but he remembered Kurt's replies to his drunken confessions. He remembered Kurt comforting him as he cried, his soothing voice a balm to his wounds he had spent weeks licking until they healed a little.

Then there was the brief, chaste kisses he received when he was inconsolable. Warmth spread from his lips to his chest at the memory and he immediately shut the shower off. He dried himself quickly and moved to his bedroom to dress up, grabbing a clean pair of sweats from his drawer and a white wife-beater, foregoing underwear in his haste. He grabbed his empty mug and ran down the stairs, rushing into the kitchen and stopping abruptly when he saw Kurt sitting by the dining table with the Sunday paper open in front of him, one hand on his swollen belly.

Sebastian stared. He couldn't help it. Kurt was stunning even if he wasn't primped up the way he always was, even while pregnant.

Kurt turned his head when he heard Sebastian enter the kitchen and stared back for a couple of seconds before giving him a small smile. "Hi," he greeted Sebastian softly.

"Hi."

Kurt eyed him shyly, biting his lower lip as he looked at Sebastian through long thick eyelashes. "Can you, uhm, sit, please? I prepared breakfast, but I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for so I placed the bacon, eggs, and toast in the microwave for you to heat up when you're ready to eat. If you don't want that, there's still some of that whole wheat cereal that you like in the cupboard and milk in the fridge. There's still coffee in the pot and I had Hunter buy some more orange juice for us."

Kurt was rambling. The brunet with to-die-for aquamarine orbs was feeling nervous and he was rambling. Sebastian gave him a lopsided grin and he sat on the chair at Kurt's left.

"Just coffee for now, thanks," Sebastian said with a smile, placing his mug on the table. Kurt returned the smile with a small one of his own and stood slowly to pour Sebastian another cup of coffee. He placed the mug back on the table in front of Sebastian and sat in his previously occupied chair, folding the newspaper and setting them aside.

Sebastian took a sip of the coffee and sighed again, letting the aroma of the dark roast beans ground him and help him focus on the conversation at hand. He smiled his thanks at Kurt and continued to drink his coffee quietly as he organized his thoughts.

"How's your head?" Kurt asked quietly.

Sebastian shrugged and placed his half-empty mug back on the table. "It's okay. Still hurts, but it's tolerable now," he replied. He stared at Kurt as the boy tried avoiding his gaze, which made him sigh inwardly. Sebastian stood and went to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water before sitting back down on the chair he had claimed and waited for Kurt to start the dreaded conversation that they needed to have.

He watched as Kurt sat up straight and pasted his best poker face on, a sure sign that he was preparing his defenses around him. He waited as Kurt watched him warily.

"How much do you remember from last night?" Kurt asked as he reached for the glass of orange juice in front of him. Sebastian eyed Kurt carefully and went for brutally honest.

"Everything."

He watched as Kurt's eyes widened over the rim of the glass he was holding. The pregnant boy placed the glass back on the table and frowned at Sebastian.

"Seriously? You were drunk on your ass last night! You can't possibly remember everything!" Kurt exclaimed.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "I shit you not. It's a curse. I tend to always remember everything that happens to me even if I was piss drunk and woke up to the sounds of jackhammers turning my brain into mush."

Kurt averted his eyes and ducked. Sebastian could practically hear the walls coming up around the boy and he blew out air.

"Look, I get it Kurt. I was drunk, I was crying, and I needed to be comforted. You saw how pitiful I could get when I'm drunk and emotional and shit, so you felt sorry for poor old Sebastian Smythe who finally, finally, couldn't get the one guy he wanted the most," Sebastian spat, standing all of a sudden at the burst of anger that coursed through his veins. He turned around so he wasn't facing Kurt. He didn't want to see what those blue eyes had to say.

"We can just write last night off as me being drunk, emotionally unstable, and stupid."

He heard a quiet sob behind him and he spun around to see Kurt trying hard to control his tears. He felt confused. He should be the one crying, not Kurt. He was the one sacrificing so much to make sure Kurt stays happy and safe, so why the hell was Kurt crying?

Kurt sniffed and tried his best to keep his sobs under control. Sebastian looked into Kurt's eyes, those beautiful orbs that looked so vulnerable right now, Sebastian felt the air get knocked out of his lungs just by looking at them. "So you didn't mean a word you said last night?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

Sebastian shook his head, and sat back down. "That's the thing, Kurt. I did. I do," he replied, his voice gentle but earnest. He hesitated, but gathered the courage to reach out and wipe a few of the tears that were running down Kurt's cheeks as they continued looking at each other. "Did you?" he asked Kurt after a long pause.

He watched as Kurt nodded in response, a small smile breaking through his plush lips. Sebastian felt his heart leap at the sight and the first rays of hope finally shone through the depression that had clouded over his very being the past few weeks. "Will you give me a chance now?" Sebastian asked, taking a leap of faith.

The moment Sebastian saw the nod, a genuine smile broke out on his face and he launched himself at Kurt, capturing those lips that he had missed so much in his. It was an awkward position, but Sebastian didn't care. He smiled into the kiss, deepening it further as he prodded those beautiful lips open with his tongue until he felt Kurt respond, his hands going straight for Kurt's hips as he felt Kurt wrap his arms around Sebastian's neck.

Sebastian's head started spinning and he felt warm. The butterflies in his stomach came back with a vengeance and he stood up straight, taking Kurt with him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer, making sure the brunet wasn't squeezed tightly against him. He felt the baby bump against his stomach and the sensation sent a new flood of warmth through his body. It shouldn't, but feeling Kurt's pregnant belly against him was really turning him on. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants and he groaned into Kurt's mouth.

He felt Kurt pull away from him when the need for air became more and more pressing. Sebastian mewled in protest as he chased after those sweet lips he missed so much.

"Sebastian, wait," Kurt whispered as he tried to disentangle himself from Sebastian's arms.

Sebastian pouted as he released Kurt, but keeping his hands on the other boy's hips. "Kurt, I've waited too long for this, for you, please…" he pleaded.

Kurt placed a firm hand on Sebastian's chest. He could feel the heat radiate from that palm into his body. He placed a hand on Kurt's wrist and bent forward to plant a kiss on Kurt's forehead. Looking into those blue eyes, he knew he'd do anything for this man, but he needed to feel Kurt against him. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn't. He leaned his forehead against Kurt's and released the breath he had been holding in.

"Seb, I think we need to slow down," Kurt murmured against his lips. He tilted his head up and planted a chaste kiss on Sebastian's lips, that same kiss Sebastian remembered receiving the night before.

Sebastian gave Kurt a skeptical look before he released Kurt's wrist and placed that same hand on the brunet's obviously swollen belly. "Slow down? Now? Really?" he asked, a snort of a laugh escaping his lips.

Kurt chuckled and wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck once again. "You're lucky I'm in that phase of my pregnancy where all I can think about is sex," he whispered against Sebastian's lips before brushing their lips together again. Sebastian shuddered at how low and husky Kurt's voice had gotten when he whispered those words. He gripped Kurt's hips tighter and called on all his remaining willpower not to start rubbing his hastily thickening cock on the brunet's leg. "But I'm seriously not in the mood right now. Can we just sit on the couch and cuddle?"

Sebastian deflated at that, but made sure he didn't show his disappointment. He pushed away from Kurt a little and smiled at him, nodding at the request. Right now, Kurt could've asked him to tear out his balls and serve it to the boy in a silver platter and he would have done it whole-heartedly, and maybe even he would even toss in his penis on the side. He led Kurt to the living room where they plopped down on the couch side by side. He let Kurt curl up on his side as he wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders, pulling him closer.

They stayed quiet for a few more minutes in comfortable silence before Sebastian turned Kurt's attention on him by planting a gentle kiss on his head.

"Hmm?" Kurt asked as he turned his face up to look at Sebastian.

"That day, when you asked me to go to the doctor with you, did you find out if we're having a boy or a girl?" Sebastian asked.

Kurt shook his head in response. "It just didn't feel right without you there."

Sebastian's lips turned up in a happy smile at Kurt's answer and he dipped his head to plant a resounding kiss on Kurt's lips. "You have an appointment on Wednesday, right?" he asked, to which he received a nod in response this time. "What do you say we find out together? You're already on your nineteenth week by your appointment, right?" He received another nod in response. "Okay, I'll skip all my afternoon classes and accompany you during the appointment. After we find out if we'll have a son or a daughter, we'll hit Buy Buy Baby and Babies R' Us. It's about time we start working on our baby's room."

He saw the frown that Kurt now had marring his beautiful face. He sat up as Kurt straightened himself up as well. "What's wrong?"

"About that…" Kurt started to say, but he trailed off.

Sebastian smiled and placed a hand on Kurt's cheek. "I was thinking of converting your room into the baby's room."

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. "My room? But where will I –" Kurt started to protest, but Sebastian cut him off with a quick kiss. God, he just doesn't get tired of kissing Kurt.

"My room. I was hoping you'd move in to my room," Sebastian offered shyly.

Kurt just stared at Sebastian a bit longer than the taller boy was comfortable with. He was about to curse at himself for being so stupid and offering such a thing and possibly ruining something that he and Kurt were just starting to fix when the boy's lips broke into a wide grin. Kurt kissed him deeply again before whispering against his lips.

"I think I changed my mind."

Sebastian looked at him quizzically.

"Take me to bed, Sebastian."

Sebastian grasped at Kurt's arms when he heard those words. It was all he can do to stop himself from actually freaking whooping. He took Kurt into his arms, stood and proceeded to run up the stairs while Kurt started giggling uncontrollably against his chest.

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Author's Note 2: As always, reviews, favorites, and follows are truly, greatly, and immensely appreciated!