A.N. Okay, first off, thank you for the heaps of info regarding Thanksgiving! I've managed to put together a whole chapter around it which will span from the evening before until the end of 'Black Friday' – something I had heard of in the past vaguely but had no real idea what it was other than it was something completely different to the 'Black Friday' we learned about in history class here in the UK. :P Phew! So I owe you guys so much for helping me. I can't wait to write it. So this here is the date chapter: Kurt and Sebastian's first proper date which does not involve fooling anyone into thinking they are a couple. I had intended to include a snippet of Blaine/Hunter pretty much encroaching and spying on their evening but I decided it was simpler to just concentrate on our couple and maybe include alternate views later so as not to be distracted from the...progress made in this update. =D

Allow me to briefly rant. I received a PM from someone (I will not disclose the name because that would be very nasty of me and I don't view myself as a nasty person) regarding the last chapter of this story who said the following: I wish I could enjoy this fic but you have some serious language problems. Don't you have spell check? Your chapter had so many mistakes I just gave up on it. If English isn't your first language then get a beta. Your welcome.' And with this message came a list of my 'spelling errors', such as 'colour' instead of 'color' and 'realise' instead of 'realize'. Can anyone guess where I'm going with this? Now, I update very, very late at night where I live (Scotland, UK) because I like writing at night when my home is quiet but that does mean when it comes to proofreading I sometimes slip up because I am so tired. However, English is my first language. I am a university graduate of English and Linguistics. Writing is something I have a huge passion, and I have spent years adapting my writing style to something which feels comfortable to me and typically grammar and spelling is not something I struggle with. Also, like most, I do work with a spell checker and if I'm ever in doubt I look it up. I am not saying my writing is perfect by any means but the person (if they have come back to read this) should know that all the mistakes they listed were all based on British/American differences and not actually errors. I am British and therefore I use British English spellings – the exceptions being when my US characters are speaking, in which case I strive to use American versions (e.g. 'mom' instead of 'mum') because that seems appropriate. I'll say right now that a good dose of my readers are from the States and I'm willing to bet they know what's happened when they get to 'oddities' – the same way I do when I read Harry Potter (set in Britain) fanfics and find it riddled with Americanisms: I might notice but I don't care! And if it really is that out of place, just laugh it off – as I did when I read one HP fic in which Ron pats Hermione's 'fanny' in the middle of the Great Hall. Hil-arious! I still laugh when I think about it. To the person who sent that message, whether your intentions were good or not, you sounded like a right prat. And yes, that's a British word too. :P Everyone else – you are supermegafoxyawesome. ;)

(Great, now I feel the pressure to make zero mistakes in this chapter as if to prove myself. )

Okay, replies!

IloveRemusnSirius: I comply! I fear your PC-burning ways, so I surrender this chapter!

Gleek10660: I have to be honest and admit I have been toying with the idea of throwing in some dark!Blaine. Before writing the first chapter I plotted out some story routes and one version had a pretty nasty scene involving Hunter and Blaine trapping Chandler and another in which Blaine gets forceful with Kurt in response to rejection. I'm not sure if they exactly fit in with the way this fic is turning out but I have the scenes on standby in case people are looking for it! And in the next chapter Blaine will do something sort-of nasty to upset Sebastian in his gallery, showing some true colours. I can't stand it when main characters dance around the issue, denying their feelings for no real reason, so I decided early on that Kurt and Sebastian would be pretty straight up with themselves. Obviously, they aren't necessarily comfortable but then that's part of the fun. :P My plot bunnies are hopping like crazy over here!

IceQueenRia: Chandler is so much fun to write for – I may do a spin-off fic of only him and Henry, with Henry unable to get one word in edgewise. I agree, you don't generally hear of exes staying friends even when they try really hard to. Blaine is only saying this 'Lets stay friends!' thing because he needs Kurt to stay in his loop so he can win him back, not because he'd be happy just having him as a friend. But he's a good little faker haha. Woo – a fellow Brit! :D

I am so sorry it takes so long to get to the chapter – please enjoy and review!

Warmth of a Night

'Mmm,' Kurt let his head fall back as he swallowed the last of his lasagne. The quality of his meal had been exquisite; the best Kurt could remember having, though it was bound to be considering the cost. This is Sebastian's treat, don't depress yourself by thinking about how you couldn't afford to eat out at this place every week. Speaking of Sebastian, the other man sat back in his chair watching in amusement. 'What?' Kurt asked in an attempt to sound prissy though finding it hard to care when his stomach was so happy.

Sebastian shrugged and his smile grew coy. 'Nothing. I guess I just always imagined you to be a salad eater, watching your figure like those other fashion divas.

His bottom lip protruding somewhat, Kurt glanced down to his belly to see if it was podgy. It was not. Kurt was not in the most athletic shape of his life but he kept his waistline praisable. Still, he gave a half-serious sneer. 'So I'm not a leaf-eating rabbit; sorry to disappoint.'

'I didn't say I was disappointed.' Sebastian replied with an entertained glint in his eyes. It was then Kurt noticed that his date for the evening actually seemed both impressed and relieved. Perhaps life in the rich 'fast lane' had thrown one too many picky eaters Sebastian's way?

Kurt folded up his napkin and matched his smile. 'Well, would it disappoint you to know that I am also quite the dessert connoisseur?' With renewed excitement, Kurt picked up the dessert menu and began looking for something delicious. How am I supposed to choose between all these...odd sounding sweets? What the hell is Sachertorte?

SNAP!

'Oh!' Kurt jerked back in surprise when the menu shut sharply within his hands, inches off taking his nose with it, before being stolen away. 'Hey! I wasn't finished reading!'

Sebastian placed the menu at the side of his plate and clasped both hands in front of his face so he could rest his chin on them. 'We're not getting dessert here.' He stated simply. Kurt sat stunned until he recovered enough to glare. The last time someone tried to dictate what a Hummel boy had for dessert there was cheesecake thrown and Finn had to wash his eye free from strawberry syrup. Before Kurt could relay this particular fact, however, Sebastian had motioned to the waiter for the bill. 'Trust me, the only great things they do here is ice cream and I'm of the strong opinion you should only eat ice cream in the summer.'

'Well, I disagree.' Kurt pouted. 'Can't I at least look before you have us hunt all over town for something else?' But Sebastian was resolved in his plan. He paid the bill and left a generous tip before leading his partner out of the restaurant into the night. 'Okay, at least tell me what we left a perfectly cosy Italian place to look for?'

Their car was waiting down the street and Sebastian did the honours of opening the door for Kurt to enter. 'I know exactly where we're going, Princess, calm down. I happen to have secret intel as to where to find the best churros and hot chocolate New York has to offer, down by the Hudson.'

Kurt wrinkled his nose. 'Churros and chocolate?' He repeated. It wasn't his favourite but he supposed it was a more appropriate after-dinner treat on a wintery night like this. He sighed and climbed into the car. 'Alright. You're paying.' Sebastian chuckled and then got in behind him.

Despite having lived in New York City for a few years, Kurt had only journeyed to the Hudson River a handful of times and had only ever walked along it once when his father first came to visit. With knowledge of the pollution and general trash dumping associated with it, it did not hold the same sense of magic with him as it did others. However, he politely held his tongue as Sebastian directed his driver, David, down towards the river front. To his surprise, though, when they arrived at a parking area the darkness and warm glowing orbs of the street lamps made for a rather beautiful sight, with glistening reflections on the water's surface. Used to being constantly surrounded by either towering skyscrapers or mundane apartment blocks, it made for a welcomed change looking at the vast expanse of shimmering black.

Unfortunately, the open space was also cursed with a nipping cold wind which charged at Kurt's vulnerable skin as he stepped out. He folded his arms across his chest quickly and turned to see Sebastian stretching across the backseat for something. 'So, these churros of yours,' Kurt looked around the immediate area. 'They're around here?'

'Not exactly.' Sebastian replied. Kurt stared blankly at him awaiting an explanation and the taller man smiled when he finally pulled a small bundle of what looked like clothing out from the car. 'It's along the river a little. We'll need to walk the rest of the way.' Kurt was not one to typically enjoy leisurely strolls at the best of times but his disappointment had more to do with the chill that was steadily biting at his fingertips. Tonight was not a night for a meander along a riverfront: his coat was not up for the challenge of keeping him warm. But it seemed Sebastian came prepared. 'Here: put these on.' Without giving Kurt the chance, he pulled him over to shove a thick fleece hat over his head. Kurt squealed – my hair! – only to be muffled by an equally thick cotton scarf which was wrapped several times around his neck.

'Wh-what?' Kurt gasped.

'It's cold, Kurt.' Sebastian stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, and captured his wrists. He then pulled off his own dark grey gloves and slid them over Kurt's. Even after strapping them in place the gloves proved to be too big for Kurt's smaller hands, with easily an inch or two spare in the finger areas, but they were warm and greatly appreciated by his freezing fingers. The heat took effect. Sebastian had replaced his own hat, scarf and gloves with spares he had brought out from the car. Before his date could argue on whether they should maybe go somewhere else indoors, he knocked on his driver's window and said 'Wait here, will you? We shouldn't be too long.'

David saluted and his snicker which followed did not go unnoticed by Kurt. I must look like a blue, elfish freak with giant bear hands. They began walking. The cold only worsened as they headed along the walkway and Kurt instinctively drew closer to Sebastian's side as his body was acting as a pretty effective barrier from the breeze. Shockingly, though, Kurt found himself easily distracted from the temperature by the other's presence. He had to admit (internally, of course) that perhaps it had been a nice idea to do this with hardly anyone else out to ruin the mood, especially with the gentle rush of waves to their left, the mixture of moonlight and streetlamps guiding their path, and the artist's storytelling of the first time he had stumbled across this infamous churros vendor.

'The Warblers had been invited out to perform for the Mayor of the city that summer.' He explained, 'Most of us had been to New York before but we were so hyped up going without our parents for the first time and we were confident we could outwit our chaperone into letting us out at night.'

'Let me guess,' Kurt smiled, 'you all got drunk using those crappy fake .'

Sebastian laughed and then nodded. 'Most of us, yeah, except Trent. He chickened out and went back to our hotel during our first round. Anyway, Nick, Jeff and I stayed out until four AM just walking and drinking, hoping to maybe stumble into a gay club or something. Then they paired off together and I was left walking around here alone,' He motioned around them, 'knowing there was no way I could go back to the hotel the way I was. I had to sober up before Mr Philips saw me. Plus, I was starving.'

Kurt stopped and gave him a critical look. 'You were drunk, starving and lost – no wonder you think the vendor was so good. I bet it tastes like cardboard.'

Shaking his head and yanking Kurt further along the path, Sebastian argued. 'No, you see I thought the same. Then I came back the next day and then again the first night after moving here; they were just as delicious each time. Just what a guy needs when he's gotta sing and dance in front of politicians.'

Kurt hummed and then thought to times he had witnessed the Warblers in action. 'You know, I remember watching you perform with the Warblers,' He mused. As much as he had hated the fact, he had admired the then-teen's moves on stage as they were a far cry more impressive than any other performers competing. It was like his shoes were enhanced or something to make him move across the stage like a professional, like Mike Chang. 'You were an excellent dancer.'

The tiniest pink twinge graced Sebastian's cheeks as he smiled cockily. 'Well, of course I was. Still am.' As if to demonstrate, he moonwalked away from Kurt before turning on one foot and ending in a signature Warbler's side-step-reach pose with his hand stretching out to him. Kurt snorted with laughter and applauded the mini show. Sebastian appeared very satisfied with that reaction but his face soon fell as he took in the other's shivering form. 'You're cold.' He stated. Immediately he took off his coat and moved to drape it across the other's shoulders.

Kurt raised an alarmed hand and stepped back. 'Are you crazy? Put that back on, you'll freeze!' He demanded. He continued to refuse the advances until Sebastian reluctantly slipped his coat back on. 'I'm fine, okay?'

'No, you're not.' Sebastian argued and came forward again. 'At least let me warm you up. If your lips turn blue not even Raphael's chocolate caliente will save you.' Without waiting for approval he pulled Kurt under his shoulder and rapidly rubbed up and down his arms. Left unable to do anything other than awkwardly hug into his side and accept the heating attempts, Kurt blushed. Then he felt drawn in further. Body heat did feel good...

The rest of their walk was in silence until they finally arrived at the lone vendor advertising their dessert of the evening in cheap but cheerful yellow neon signs. By the time Sebastian pulled away, Kurt felt well and truly heated from the inside out and he bit his lip to stop from telling him. Instead, he patiently let Sebastian order two portions of churros in paper bags with small Styrofoam cups of hot chocolate. They then wandered towards the riverfront again, Kurt finding a bench to sit on and Sebastian joining him by perching on the narrow raised back support, feet on the flat part of the bench with Kurt's smaller frame between his knees. Kurt threw him an amused-yet-judging glance but nestled back, secretly enjoying having those legs running down beside his arms like they were trapping him. He then took one of the fried dough sticks and dipped it into the cup. Sebastian apprehensively watched him take his first bite. 'Well?'

'Mmm!' Kurt moaned in surprised delight. The way the thick, rich chocolate melted his tongue with the sugar-sweet stick was not what he had been expecting, despite the other man's hype. He quickly dipped again. It wasn't until he was completely finished with the first one that he spoke. 'Okay...These are the best things I've ever tasted.'

'Told you.' Sebastian said smugly whilst working on his own. Mere minutes later he was surprised to see Kurt scrunch up his now-empty bag and toss it in a nearby trash can. 'You're done already?' He asked in disbelief; he hadn't even eaten half of his yet. How was Kurt Hummel so god-damn skinny with an appetite like that? He wondered.

Kurt smiled with pride as he placed his cup at his side to come back to after he finished licking the sugar from his fingertips. 'They were too good.' He explained. Turning round to look up at Sebastian, he then asked 'Do I have any chocolate on my face? I feel like I do.'

Suddenly serious, Sebastian shuffled forward on his precarious perch and peered at him. 'Let me see...' He studied him carefully. 'Oh yeah. Right...there!' He swiped his own chocolate-drenched churro across Kurt's presented face.

Kurt gasped, hot liquid now stretching from his chin to the centre of his forehead. Affronted, he grasped for some napkins and desperately wiped as much as he could off before it could stain his skin. The other man laughed merrily causing Kurt to dip two fingers into his own cup and reach out to attack him. Sebastian expertly manoeuvred out the way and jumped over the back of the bench. Kurt leapt for him in an eager attempt for revenge. He chased him around the seats and then along the walkway back and forth, both almost falling over their feet at times. Neither paid much attention to the fact that only a couple of months ago the very idea of a dessert-spurned game of cat and mouse would have seemed beyond crazy. Kurt Hummel chasing Sebastian Smythe in the middle of a peaceful walk along the Hudson River – Yes, folks, those are pigs flying and the temperature in Hell is well below freezing. At long last, with their joints beginning to stiffen and their sides aching from laughing, they tiredly stumbled back towards the bench and Sebastian collapsed on the seat, hands up in surrender. 'I give up,' He repeated over and over. 'You win, Princess.' As if to further demonstrate his defeat, he opened his arms out and offered up his face for Kurt's use. 'Do your worst.'

Kurt smirked and kneeled up on the bench beside him. 'Don't move.' He ordered, grabbing his cup and swirling the warm chocolaty liquid.

Sebastian arched a brow, suspicious. 'Alright,' he promised reluctantly, 'providing you're careful not to drip any on my clothes.'

'Please, I'm not an animal, Sebastian.' Kurt replied with a tut. The artist closed his eyes and braced himself. Kurt stared down at his face, a vague smile growing on his lips. Sebastian could be a model, he realised: his skin was flawless and his cheeks so prominent...perfect in its own way. Then Kurt attacked it with his fingers. No mercy! Sebastian whined at the treatment but remained firm even though he could feel chocolate sliding and oozing into his precious pores. Swipes curled up and down, drawing curved lines on practically every inch of his face. Kurt bit his lower lip to stop from cracking up at the picture he was making. After having used up almost all of the cup's contents, Kurt leaned back to admired his work when he knew there was no bettering perfection. He cleaned up his fingers and took a photo of the other man, who still had his eyes closed and wore an expression of worry, and poked his side. 'Done. Take a look.'

Sebastian's eyes fluttered open and his gaze fell onto the phone screen at the photo of himself. 'You...You made me a cat?' He yelled. The markings took the form of a triangular button nose, whiskers, tufts of random 'fur', elongated eyes and a splodge-like tongue. 'What the hell, Kurt!' But the smaller male was howling against the bench, tears of hilarity brimming along his lashes. Sebastian was stunned at how dumb he looked so he turned his glare to the person responsible. 'You are such a kid.' He muttered.

'And you are adorable,' Kurt grinned back as he patted his head patronisingly.

Sebastian waved his hands off and pouted in the manliest manner he could. 'Such a waste of chocolate...' He grumbled. Then he perked up; a light bulb moment had caught him unaware. He gave Kurt a side glance. 'Unless...'

Kurt smiled back at him, curious to know what he was thinking. 'Unless what, Mister Pusstcat?'

'To save all that deliciousness going to waste,' Sebastian purred, gently tugging Kurt over, 'you could always lick it off.'

Blanching at the very idea, Kurt pulled a face. Licking someone's face was one of those things he did not do. That was a doggy thing. But...the way in which Sebastian said it made it sound like a challenge. As if confirming his suspicions, Sebastian wriggled his eyebrows and smirked. Oh, you did not just challenge Kurt Hummel! Kurt let a small smile creep onto the corner of his mouth. 'I could.' He replied casually. He then pressed both hands onto Sebastian's chest to pin him to the bench. He had to admit he quite liked the surprise and excitement betraying the other man's face when Kurt crawled up against his side. His hands took hold of Sebastian's head and angled it up to him. Their eyes met and almost immediately they both burst into laughter. Still, Kurt powered through and carefully ran his tongue along the firework-shaped mark on his forehead.

'Ew,' Sebastian giggled, scrunching up his face at the foreign sensation. Not even in his kinkiest adventures had he ever done something like this. Stop thinking about sex, idiot! But Kurt continued without letup; guiding his tongue downwards to his nose and then left cheek to lap up the 'whiskers'. For some reason Kurt noticed the chocolate tasted different, more...flavoursome. He became less amused and more intrigued. Sebastian's chuckles subsided too when he tilted his head up so that Kurt could dip downwards easier to his chin. Licks became flicks, and each flick caused something deep inside them both to stir. Heat flared between them when the last of the chocolate was cleaned away and Kurt swallowed. Neither made to move back. Their gazes caught one another again and this time they held. Tentatively, Kurt licked just under Sebastian's bottom lip and in response Sebastian parted his lips. They paused again. Sebastian was saying something with those green eyes of his but Kurt was growing more anxious that he wasn't sure what they were telling him. He had to be brave. At last, he dipped his head once again and met Sebastian's lips with his own. He tasted his sweet mouth, hot and delicious, but also...unresponsive. Immediately Kurt began to panic. He had misread the signs. Sebastian was just playing around before and now Kurt has overstepped the line. He's not moving – he wants me to stop and get away from him. He's going to say that this was all a mistake and that clearly I can't differentiate between our fake relationship and personal feelings, whatever they happened to be. Kurt felt hands hastily reach for his hips and he just knew they were moments off shoving him back. Just please leave me with some dignity, okay? I won't have to run and hide as long as you don't lash out at me-

The hands on his hips grabbed tightly and jerked his smaller body up and into Sebastian's lap. Kurt was stunned and lightheaded but managed to throw his leg over the artist's waist to straddle him without breaking their kiss, which was growing more passionate the longer they had to explore each other. Kurt kept his hold on Sebastian's face, fingers running through his hair and round the back of his neck, but Sebastian was more adventurous; he jerked Kurt further into him and scraped his claw-like hands down the smaller man's back and up and down his thighs. Eventually, they calmed down but continued to gently kiss and deliver hesitant lovebites as their thoughts of the world dissolved into nothing and their concept of time went with it.

David looked up from his Mad Libs and took the pen out from his mouth. His employer and his date had been gone for quite a while, even longer than he had predicted, but now they could be seen walking back far up ahead. David smiled to himself; Mr Smythe looked like the cat that finally got the cream. Mighty pleased with himself, his arm was comfortably snaked round the smaller man's waist and his normally long and purposeful strides were lounging and uneven to better match the steps of his partner. Mr Hummel's cheeks were rosy though David was willing to bet the temperature was only partly to responsible as he otherwise appeared to be thoroughly warmed up. Nestled into Sebastian's side, Kurt was absent-mindedly touching the other's chest and stomach area, stroking the shirt material with feather-light fingers.

Doing his best to conceal his amusement – after all, he was a professional on duty –, David drew up the driver-back passenger separator and waited until they were close before exiting the car to open their door. Sebastian patted his shoulder in greeting as Kurt shyly thanked him and apologised for keeping him waiting so long. David merely tipped his head in happy acknowledgement and then shut their door to leave them to their antics.

Alone in the backseat, Sebastian double checked that the separator was up to stop his driver accidently encroaching on their privacy. He was satisfied and briefly commended himself on hiring a driver who knew how to read situations like that, but then he returned to his top priority: Kurt. As soon as the door closed, Sebastian climbed across to slide a hand under the other man's body and pull him into him. Kurt laughed and playfully resisted causing Sebastian to resort to kissing his neck. Kurt's resistance soon crumbled and he melted into him.

Despite David's very careful driving, though, the turning of corners and jutting in and out of traffic turned their heated session into a mess of giggles; Sebastian had grown tired of chasing Kurt's lips back and forth and had tried to lay him down on the seats, but Kurt's own hand slipped out from under him and he fell onto the car floor. Their passion-filled mood went up in flames as they both laughed until their sides hurt. Kurt could not see from the tears flooding his eyes as Sebastian cracked up every time he attempted to pull him back up. At last, Kurt managed to crawl up into his arms again and they collapsed against the side, worn out and breathless. They settled into a contented silence resting against each other as they gazed out the window watching the city nightlife pass by. Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had felt so secure; Sebastian's body radiated warmth and the embrace was like snuggling into his perfect fit.

When David called back to ask where he should be heading, Sebastian paused and looked down at Kurt. Kurt stared back in question, then flushed. 'I-I should really get home.' Kurt told him, understanding the real question was whether or not he was going to be going to Sebastian's instead.

The artist felt disappointment hit but did not let it show; instead, he nodded and called back to his driver to head towards Finn and Rachel's apartment. The relaxing atmosphere had been tarnished somewhat but Kurt was unwilling to lose it completely when he had been enjoying it so much. He snuggled closer and drew up one slender finger to the semi-steamed up glass. He wrote Sebastian's name on it. The other man watched with a smile playing upon his lips. 'So, what has the busy Kurt Hummel got planned for tomorrow?' He asked easily.

Kurt hummed, pursing his lips as he thought about it. 'Sunday... Probably catching up on sleep.' He replied honestly. He knew it was boring but his mind was too cosy to be thinking of cooler-sounding alternatives. He then frowned. 'Though it's not an entirely appealing concept; the couch is so lumpy.'

Initially glossing over the response, Sebastian nodded and rested his head back. Then he paused and jolted it forward to peer down at Kurt's brown locks. 'Couch?' He repeated, 'You sleep on a couch?'

Pouting at his misfortune, Kurt made an affirmative sound. 'Yeah. You knew that.' From Sebastian's aghast expression, though, he understood that he in fact did not know that. Kurt snorted at his face, smiling in amusement. 'Surely I've told you before. You even came into the apartment to help with my clothes – didn't you realise I was sleeping in the living room?'

Sebastian shook his head and seemed minorly disturbed at the concept. 'I just figured you had brought everything through from a bedroom down the hall.' He admitted. Kurt watched his puzzled eyes narrow and his frown deepen. 'How long are you planning on staying there?'

Kurt shrugged and began playing with Sebastian's shirt buttons. 'I'm looking for my own apartment that I can afford on my salary.' Honestly, with all that had been going on in recent weeks his efforts in apartment hunting had dwindled greatly. The springs poking into his back as he slept had become the norm by then and as much as it pained him it was becoming second nature to store all his belongings in cardboard boxes when they weren't in use. It wasn't ideal but he didn't really have an alternative, and Rachel and Finn didn't mind – especially when Kurt was such a good houseguest and discreetly covered a little of the rent for their kindness.

Sebastian had been quiet too long, Kurt noticed, and he just knew something was on his mind that bothered him. Then, the artist spoke in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. 'Come stay with me.'

Convinced he had not heard right, Kurt turned his chin up and gave a loud 'Huh?' The longer he stared the better he gathered that he had heard perfectly.

Seeing his mortified face, Sebastian hastily clarified 'I have a spare bedroom, remember? The one you slept in that night I took you back? It never gets used so why not? At least until somewhere else turns up.'

'No.' Kurt retorted instantly.

With a look of insulted shock, Sebastian demanded 'And why not?'

'It's completely crazy!'

'Actually, it's practically the most reasonable answer to your problem,' Sebastian argued, wistfully churning Kurt's frame closer. 'My apartment is closer to your office and it's on all the main transport lines. Everything you'll need is on the one block. It's perfect, Kurt, you can't deny it.'

And frustratingly he was right: Kurt could not deny it. Travelling to and from work these days was a strain thanks to the awkward location of Finn and Rachel's place in relation to the subway systems, and bringing large workloads home from the office could sometimes cause him to pull a back muscle or two which was only made worse by his makeshift bed. Not to mention it was a lot closer to the only other major place Kurt frequented: Chandler's home. But to live with Sebastian – was he ready for that? Was there any way he could truly prepare himself? It seemed like asking for a lot of trouble as their situation was pretty cloudy with...recent developments. What even were they now? If Kurt did not know the answer to that question perhaps hastily agreeing to pack his bags and follow after the guy he had been fake-dating up until now was not the greatest idea. Still, when he looked up into Sebastian's wide, encouraging green eyes his resolve weakened. Embarrassed, Kurt stuttered out 'I wouldn't move in if I couldn't pay my way. I'm not a freeloader. But I don't think I could afford half of your rent...'

Sebastian laughed, eyes shining at Kurt's woes as to him they were pitiful excuses. 'I don't want or need any help but if you are so seriously into your whole 'independent' thing then I'll happily let you act as cook and maid if you stay.' There was a spark of interest in his eyes as he said it, and he licked his lips. Kurt gave him the glare equivalent to hands-on-hips, causing him to backtrack a little. 'I can't cook or clean to save myself and it saves me hiring help.' Kurt could tell he wasn't being entirely truthful, but Rachel had commented numerous times about how much she appreciated his personal touch around her home. Kurt was used to clearing up after his dad and step brother, and he and Blaine both held pretty high standards of home pride when living together. And his cooking! Kurt would have to admit that even in own humbleness could not refute his delicious creations. It wasn't like he had nothing to offer as a roommate but the whole idea still made him uncertain. Sebastian recognised this and decided to take away some of the pressure. 'Just...think about it.' He kissed the side of Kurt's head and chuckled into his ear 'It certainly would help with our 'story'.'

Kurt broke out into a grin and playfully shoved him away, though he also agreed to think it over that week. Living with Sebastian Smythe – was he ready for that life?

A.N. Cut! That's a wrap, people. Kurtbastian shippers unite: they have broken through the glass ceiling and are preparing to soar. Well...maybe. Teaser: Chandlers view on sex-before-moving in together, Blaine confronts Sebastian leading the artist to be devastated by the end of it, and Hunter corners Kurt. Trouble a-brewing. Please PM or review and lend me your incredible support!