A/N: Just so you know, I have no idea what I'm talking about with this law and psych stuff. No idea. Just so we're clear. I'm making this up, it just sounded convincing to me so don't get all up on my case.
Kurt awoke in darkness. He vaguely noticed he was only wearing his underwear. He twisted and peered at the glowing numbers on the clack beside the bed. It was 8:45. He's been out for four hours. Slowly, consciousness crawled back to him.
He looked around as his eyes adjusted, pushing himself into a half-sitting sitting position. He was in Sebastian's room, he realized, recognizing the over-packed bookshelf and chaotic desk immediately. He could detect the shape of his pants thrown over the back of his desk chair. He began to blush as he realized the situation. He was in Sebastian's room, in Sebastian's bed, without pants on.
He slowly lowered himself back to the mattress, still blushing slightly. Might as well enjoy it, he thought. He could smell the warmth of Sebastian on his sheets. He smelled vaguely of expensive, but subtle, cologne which Kurt had picked up while Sebastian held him that afternoon. But underneath that was the comfortable smell that was all Sebastian, a smell Kurt could see himself become addicted to. He pulled the sheets up to his chin and burrowed down in them, falling back to sleep dreaming about loving Sebastian.
He woke again when the door opened. The clock now read 10:15. He looked up at the outline of Gail in the doorway. She came in, seeing his open eyes.
"Patrice called you school. You don't need to go in tomorrow if you don't want to," she murmured, pushing his hair off his forehead gently. Kurt nodded in understanding. "Are you hungry?" He nodded again. She retrieved his pants for him and led him downstairs when he'd dressed.
Sebastian was sitting at the island in the kitchen finishing his homework. He looked up as Kurt came in. His shoulders visibly relaxed. Kurt sat next to him and smiled gently.
"I'm okay," he assured him. Sebastian didn't say anything, but nodded and went back to his work. Gail placed a bowl of soup and a glass of water in front of him.
"Eat slowly, you haven't had anything since this morning," she said. Kurt picked up the spoon and began to eat. Patrice motioned his wife into his office.
"I've got the police waiting at his house with an arrest warrant for when she returns. If we can get a confession, the trial will be easier for Kurt. We're going with a primary charge of attempted man-slaughter with secondary domestic abuse," he said.
"Where will he stay until the trial?" she asked.
"With us, of course," Patrice said, as though it were obvious. "If I can get a court date close to, if not after, his birthday it should be no problem to declare him independent." She nodded.
"What about school?"
"Well, he'll finish the year at McKinley and I'm going to call Dalton and get his place and his scholarship back. They offer a wide enough range of courses for him to start getting college credit – from what Bas tells me, his grades are incredible – and he'll graduate with Sebastian." Gail smiled.
"How did I ever manage to find such a generous man?" she asked. Patrice smiled.
"I have a weakness for pretty things." She frowned suddenly. "What is it?" he asked.
"I knew there was something different about his case," she muttered, "the psychologist they'll get for the defense – no doubt they will – will use Kurt's response to touch. In severe cases like his almost all subjects refuse to let people touch them. I haven't seen that in Kurt at all."
"So, they'll try to create reasonable doubt?"
"I'm not sure, you're the lawyer. I don't know how, but they will use that. I can almost guarantee."
"We'll work through it," he assured her.
Sebastian glanced at Kurt out of the corner of his eye. He quietly ate the soup, eyes trained on the table. He snapped his pen down with a little more force than necessary and turned to face him. Kurt looked up, sensing his eyes on him.
"You should have told me," he said shortly. Kurt looked back down.
"I was scared, Sebastian," he whispered. Sebastian put his head in his hands.
"You can't go through something like this alone, Kurt," he said, muffled by his hands.
"I didn't," Kurt whispered. "You were with me every step of the way." Sebastian didn't respond. "You're mad."
"Not at you," he said. "Well, a little at you. You just let her do this."
"You don't know what it's like, Sebastian!" Kurt suddenly cried, standing from his chair. "It's terrifying. And whatever I do, whenever I do, do something, it gets worse. You have lived in luxury all your life. You were born with a fucking silver spoon in your mouth and you're parents accept and love you.
"You expect me to get out of that house, well where do I go? You expect me to run to the police, but you don't seem to realize she stops me whenever I do. Do you know why she went into the intersection? Because she found our conversations. She tried to kill me for just telling you what little I did. You have no right to be angry with me." Kurt's eyes were sparking and Sebastian could finally see the steel in his soul. This was the real Kurt, the one with strength and confidence. He was speechless. Kurt glared at him and walked into the dining room, picking up his coat he'd left on the back of a chair.
"Where are you going?" Sebastian asked, standing up and following as Kurt walked into the foyer. He wrenched open the door.
"Home."
"How will you get there?" Sebastian asked, "you took a bus to the Bean."
"I'll fucking walk!" Kurt shouted over his shoulder. Sebastian ran out after him, still only in socks.
"Kurt, come back inside!" he called. "It's almost three hours to Lima, you can't walk."
"Watch me." Gail came to her son's side, having heard the conversation from Patrice's office.
"Kurt, come back," she called gently. Kurt slowed but didn't stop.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I've intruded long enough," he returned, politely but with clear dismissal.
"At least let Patrice drive you home," she begged. Kurt stopped finally, half-way down the street.
"Fine," he said, and began trudging back. Patrice opened the door to his Lincoln for him. Kurt didn't look at Sebastian as he got in.
Sebastian turned back into the house. He felt his mother place a hand on his shoulder and shrugged her off. He gathered his homework and went upstairs to his room. The sheets were still rumpled from where Kurt had lain. He dropped on to his bed, breathing in the smell of Kurt all around him.
Patrice pulled up outside Kurt's house. Kurt looked at him with a question in his eyes when he saw the cars.
"Plain-clothes-men," he said. "They're here to pick up your stepmother the minute she comes home. She's not going to hurt you any more, Kurt." Kurt nodded and got out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride," he murmured. Patrice rolled down the window as Kurt made his way to the door.
"He loves you, Kurt. I know my son," he called. Kurt turned back.
"I know. That's why it hurt so much."
"Do you have a place to stay after she leaves?"
"I can take care of myself. Thank you, sir," Kurt said. He unlocked the door and walked into the house.
He felt his phone vibrate as he kicked off his shoes. It was after one in the morning, but he was going to go to school any way. He hesitated on picking it up, knowing who it was. Finally, he grabbed it and prepared to delete the message immediately.
willinginfamy: I'm sorry, Kurt. Tell me you got home safely.
He typed his response slowly.
_uglyduckling_: I'm home.
willinginfamy: I'm so sorry, Kurt.
_uglyduckling_: Me too. Good night, Sebastian.
He turned off his phone, swallowing back tears. He'd spent too many nights crying himself to sleep already.