A/N: This is a pathetic excuse for a chapter and I'm really sorry. I just wanted to get something out because I've made you all wait for so long. The next one will make up for this in spades though, I promise. :)


Chapter Eight


Kurt and Blaine are hiding something. Of that, Sebastian is sure.

Blaine keeps playing with his fingers and Kurt's eyes keep straying toward the door as though he's waiting for something. Both look distracted. And while it's cute to see them both so inexplicably hopeful, it's starting to get on Sebastian's nerves to feel out of the loop.

He's about halfway through a sentence when he realizes he's lost their attentions again, so he rolls his eyes and finishes with, "...and that's when the aliens stole my milk money."

He receives two noncommittal hums of acknowledgment.

Sebastian sighs and gives Kurt's shoulder a hard shove. "Hey, what in the hell is going on with you two today? You've barely said two words to me since you walked in the door. And you both have godawful poker faces."

"Nothing's going on, sweetheart," Blaine says with a too-easy smile and a pat on Sebastian's hand. But again, like Kurt's, Blaine's eyes flick expectantly toward the door and Sebastian sighs.

"Okay. Let's try this again," he says with a smug smile. "I know you both better than you know yourselves therefore lying to me impossible, plus the fact that you're the worst liars on the planet. So, one more time: What is going on with you two today?"

Kurt and Blaine breathe a collective sigh and Sebastian knows he's won. Not that there was ever much doubt; Sebastian is a human lie detector. Sebastian cocks an eyebrow and waits, and after another sigh, Kurt admits, "We're waiting for the doctor."

"What?" Sebastian asks, his voice rising a bit in surprise. "Why?"

"Well, we stopped by his office last night on our way out. And he said he'd get back to us today," Kurt replies, voice tight with anxiety that Sebastian doesn't even pretend to understand.

He's just about to open his mouth to press the issue further when there's a sharp rap at the door. They look up in tandem just in time to see Dr. Harris peek in the door. "Hello, boys. May I come in?"

After a hum of agreement, the doctor crosses the room and sits down in the chair beside Sebastian's bed. "So, how are we today?"

"We're doing well," Sebastian answers, feeling more tense by the second given the fact that he's pretty sure neither Kurt nor Blaine have taken a breath since the doctor came in the room. "A little anxious though," he admits. He darts a look between the three and frowns. "Can someone please just tell me what's going on before I actually lose my mind. Again."

Blaine shoots him a look and Kurt chokes out a laugh, but the doctor continues. "Well, Sebastian. Kurt and Blaine came to see me yesterday to ask about the possibility of giving you a weekend pass and after reviewing your chart, I see no reason not to grant you one."

Sebastian chokes on a shocked breath. "What?"

"If you're willing, I'll grant you a pass for a weekend out of the hospital. A trial run of sorts. You can go home, spend some time with your boyfriends, and just have some fun. I'm sure you've passed the point of being stir-crazy months ago, so I'd imagine you'd like to get out and go somewhere that's not here," Dr. Harris says easily, as though the words carry no more weight than a discussion of the weather, as though he's not actually granting Sebastian freedom.

"You're-You're serious," Sebastian breathes, still more than a little shocked. "I can go home?"

The doctor nods. "Well, just temporarily for now, but if this goes well, which I see no reason it shouldn't, we can start thinking about something a little more permanent." There's a warm smile on the doctor's face and Sebastian looks to the side to see tears rolling down Kurt's cheek and smiles himself. "Now, I just want to go over a few things with you first and then we can get the ball rolling, okay?"

Sebastian chokes out a laugh. "I will go along with anything you say if it gets me the hell out of here."

"It's a wonder all this power doesn't go to my head," the doctor laughs, opening a folder and handing them each an 'In Case of Emergency' fact sheet.

And Sebastian hopes that Kurt and Blaine are paying attention, because he can't hear anything over the excited rush of sound in his ears. He's going home.

-x-

The ride back to the apartment is oddly silent, but the anxious energy pouring off Sebastian is loud enough to fill the void. He spends the entirety of the short trip practically vibrating with anxiety in the backseat of the car next to Blaine, who insisted on sitting beside him, and by the time they climb the stairs and Kurt unlocks and opens the door, the air between them is very nearly crackling with a complicated crush of emotions Kurt can't even begin to process.

Luckily, there's little need to dissect the emotions because in a split second, as Kurt tosses his keys on the counter, he hears a muted thud-woosh and turns just in time to recognize the sound as that of Blaine being shoved against the now-closed door before he hears the frantic rustling of fingers tugging at clothes.

He watches, struck dumb by the rush of blood away from his brain, as Sebastian's lips attach to Blaine's neck and his hips snap forward to grind feverishly against Blaine's, eliciting a small, desperate whine from the smaller boy as his fingers grip tightly to Sebastian's shoulders and he hangs on for dear life.

They're absolutely beautiful, Kurt thinks, breathless and awestruck. The way Sebastian's body completely covers Blaine's as he crowds him against the door, like they were tailor-made to fit together perfectly. Kurt had forgotten how seeing his boys together always takes his breath away.

When Sebastian turns, eyes nearly black with lust and wild need, Kurt realizes he voiced his thoughts.

In an instant, Sebastian has him pulled close, kissing his lips, chin, jaw-it doesn't seem to make any difference to him so long as his lips are touching Kurt-and he's rambling between wet presses of lips to skin.

"Missed you both so much. You can't even imagine," he breathes, voice low and rough.

Kurt shushes him, resting a hand against the back of his hair. "It's okay. We're here now, baby. You're home."

And those seem to be the magic words, because, with a high, desperately whining sound, Sebastian lunges forward and kisses Kurt again, full on the lips this time, before grabbing his boyfriends' hands and dragging them toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of mostly destroyed clothes in their wake.


A/N: Reviews are always appreciated. :) I'm hoping to get back to a regular posting schedule after this week. I'm moving this weekend but after that everything should even out a bit. I highly doubt there will ever be another long wait for an update for this fic.