Kurt's POV:

I let myself into Sebastian's apartment with the spare key he'd given me. We'd traded keys just last week when we'd realized we had spent every night of the last three before that together, at one apartment or the other. It should have been a big deal, should have made me panic that we were getting too serious, but for some reason it wasn't and it didn't scare me. It was just logical.

"Seb?" I called as I hung up my messenger bag and kicked off my shoes by his.

"In the bedroom." His voice answered. I went in to find him lying on his stomach across the top of the bed, books spread around him. His glasses were falling down the bridge of his nose as he squinted at the laptop in front of him.

"Did you remember to take a break for food?" I asked as I switched out my leather leggings for a pair of his boxers.

"Yeah. Did you eat too? There is some left overs." He inquired, pausing his typing for a bit.

"I ate." I went over and crawled on to the bed with him. I threw a leg over him and sat myself down on his lower back. "How is the studying?" I asked, rubbing his back.

"Stressful, but I think I've got a pretty good handle on it. Finally." He groaned, his head flopping forward as I applied more pressure to his muscles with my thumbs.

"You are so tense, Seb. Have you been in this position all night? Holding yourself up on your arms like this is putting your shoulders into knots."

"That feels really good." He commented rather than answering me. I dug my fingers into his muscle trying to work out the tense lumps. He moaned loudly and gratefully in response.

"I think you deserve a break." I informed him, leaning down to kiss the back of his neck. He shuddered and I slid my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt to rub at his bare back.

"You are the best thing to ever happen to me, Kurt Hummel." He whimpered out, shutting his laptop so that he could move it and faceplant into his pillow. I chuckled at him and ran a hand through his hair fondly.

"Talk like that and I'll get a big ego." I warned.

He didn't answer, choosing to hum noncommittally instead and burry his face further into his pillow.

"Come on. Let's take a nice warm shower before bed." I urged. I rolled off him and walked to the bathroom knowing that he would follow. He did. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as I turned the shower on to let the water warm up.

"How was your night?" He asked, kissing my neck. I leaned back into him.

"Good. Got some good tips. Did the S and M set. I'm sure you remember that one." He swung our hips back and forth in a mime of dancing.

"Like I could forget that."

I laughed and turned in his arms so I could kiss him properly. I really loved the way he kissed me. He always tugged me tight against him whenever we kissed, like he was afraid I was going to run away. He always sucked in through his nose like he was breathing me in. His favorite place to kiss was my upper lip, which was perfect because it allowed me to suck on and nibble at his lower one until I tugged a groan out of his throat. He kisses me with all of him, from his toes to his fingertips, and it is easy to get lost in it completely.

"Shirt off, Seb." I ordered tugging at the fabric. He lifted his arms to let me pull it up and off him. I, from habit, slid my hands down his chest. He really had some great abs. I liked to scratch my nails over them, mussing up the trail of dark hair that lead down past his waist into much more interesting territory.

He kissed me again, this time harder, needier. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them over his hips till they pooled at his ankles and he kicked them away. Now we were even, both wearing a pair of his boxers. I liked that Seb owned both briefs and boxers. Briefs were for nicer clothes and looking sexy for each other. Boxers were for takeout Chinese food nights and cuddling on the couch.

"Shower."

"Shower." I agreed and we both stripped off our last layer and stepped into the shower.

Sebastian's shower had better water pressure than mine. If or when, which I was trying not to think about, we broke up, I would definitely miss his shower. And his bed. And his kisses. And the sex. And the way he held me. Fuck, I had it so bad. I hadn't meant to care about someone so much again. Whoops.

"This was a fucking great idea." He groaned happily and kissed my chin. I let out a small chuckle at his enthusiasm before reaching for the shampoo. Ineeded to get the copious amounts of hair spray out of my hair. Seb held his hands out and I gave him some too.

We both washed ourselves separately. This wasn't about sex, we were both too tired for that. But he would still casually brush his fingers over my arm or my hip. It was comforting. Sebastian was a very tactile person. He was always touching, reaching out to me, as if to assure himself I was still there. I'd catch him rubbing the pad of his thumb over the skin on the back of my hand when we were watching a movie together and tracing the features of my face when he thought I was still asleep in the morning. It was as if he was blind and he was learning to read braille off my skin, the bumps were things like my ribs and my freckles and the smooth paper my skin.

"You done?" I asked, with a kiss to his shoulder, after a while of enjoying the hot water lazily.

He nodded and reached out to shut off the water. We got out and wrapped ourselves up in way more towels than we needed. I hopped up on the counter near the sink and he stood between my legs. I wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. He buried his face in my collarbone and I combed my fingers through his wet hair. We stood there in comfortable silence letting ourselves air dry a bit. I loved moments like this, were we could just be.

After some time had passed I lifted his head up to look at him properly. He looked tired. There were the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes. He'd been studying so hard the past week. I kissed him and pressed my forehead to his. He rubbed the palms of his hands over my thighs. And I fell just a little bit harder for this beautiful man.

"Come on, baby. Bed time." He mumbled, sleepily. I patted down his back.

"Okay." We got up and stumbled into the bedroom shedding layers of towels as we went. We both cleared the bed of his books and laptop together and tumbled into the bed.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed suddenly realizing something.

"What?"

"I forgot to brush my teeth." He laughed and wrapped his arms around me.

"One night won't give you cavities. Stay here. Let me kiss you some more." His mouth found my neck, one of his favorite places to suck and nibble at my skin.

"When I wake up with awful morning breath you won't want to kiss me then." I warned him.

"Lies. I will never not want to kiss you."

The next morning he woke me with a kiss. Then some more kisses. In fact, he wouldn't let me out of the bed until I admitted that I was wrong and that he had thoroughly proved his point. Sebastian is stubborn that way.