A/N: Thanks to anybody who has been patient with me and my holidays! Updates are coming faster now since I've already translated half of the next chapter and more. :3 - xoxo
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Chapter 10
The first time he opens his eyes to make them roll around the room and focus in the darkness, confused by how heavy his head feels when he tries to lift it, it's still dark. Not even half of the night is gone; he's sure about it, even in the alcohol poisoned state of his mind. When he tries to move though—his muscles too loosened and tickling—he's blocked and gives up after a few tries.
It takes him a few seconds to realize that the hold around his shoulders is Sebastian's. It's tight around him, maybe more than it should since Kurt had already fallen asleep. For some sadistic, crazy reason he can't understand, he feels himself smiling at the thought.
He pushes away the thought and gives himself a new motivation for the smile: he is smiling because when he felt weak and vulnerable – even more than usual – Sebastian wasn't afraid to show him his human side, the one he usually hides carefully to other people.
It's awkward, he has to admit, it because he would have never thought, not even in his worst nightmare, that waking him beside Sebastian Smythe would be so relaxing and less traumatic than he'd have given him credit for. And yet, he also knows that it's going to be his only awakening with Sebastian there: he knows what Sebastian thinks about it know, so when Kurt is going to open his eyes again in the morning, he'll probably do that because he won't feel the warmth coming from Sebastian's body and Sebastian's hug, nor Sebastian's regular breath through his hair; and it's just because Sebastian actually has no reason to stay.
It's okay though.
This is the way things are and Kurt doesn't even want them to be different. He has already thought about Sebastian as a possible friend, so he just hopes it comes true. Nothing more than that though.
His brain is too weak now to go over this, so he just closes his eyes and stops thinking about stuff like this when it's clear that he can't get to logical conclusion right now. It's the best thing to do.
He is going to have all morning to think about it since Sebastian's breath won't be there to alter his thoughts like it's some kind of doing right now. He's going to get a better chance to think about it clearly. It's even Saturday, so that means that there are no lessons (not that he plans on doing anything else than staying in bed all day and surviving this horrible sharp headache).
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Once again, he feels something moving tenderly on his skin and through his hair, but he's sure that it's just his imagination.
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When Kurt opens his eyes again, he's suddenly thankful to his sleep for being so shattered tonight: Sebastian is still here, so, no matter how much weird is the fact that he wants it, Kurt can stare at him for a little more than he had planned on. He knows he has to take advantage of the moment because, in the morning, he won't be able to do it. He's going to be all alone.
There is something in the air, maybe in the room, maybe just in the night, which makes everything weirder than it already is. Kurt feels a shiver run down his spine and he shifts a little, trying to catch more warmth from Sebastian's body.
It works quite good, he has to admit it, and Sebastian's arms are still there, strong and tight, they help him surviving the suddenly cold temperature, making his drift towards the land of dreams more enjoyable.
Slowly, very slowly, his mind starts focusing on what happened yesterday. Right now, he's frozen to when Sebastian made him understand he wasn't going to wear the shirt Kurt told him to before they went to the party; which is so, so weird considering that Kurt is quite sure that his fingers are wrapped right around that pattern. He tries not to focus on that though, maybe because he wants to think about it when he'll be sober enough to remember all the night at least, even if confusingly, because right now, his head is just floating with flashbacks that jump out with no order at all, so that he doesn't manage to give them an order into his mind. It wouldn't make any sense to keep on putting the puzzle together, so it's better just to delay these thoughts until he wakes up and Sebastian will probably be gone.
He giggles as he thinks that Sebastian does have a bad influence of him, not only because he's starting to make Kurt's attitude less innocent and romantic, but also because Kurt Hummel would never drink so much at a party. Ah, what a bad boy to be almost friends with who he chose (Actually, it was Sebastian who chose him, on the stairs, that day).
This is the last thought before Kurt's eyes close again and his lips curve in a smile. He keeps it on his face as he slowly falls asleep.
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The first time he opens his eyes, it's on an instinct. He doesn't even move his body.
Kurt finds himself staring into two piercing irises, looking straight to his face.
Sebastian startles and looks away, breathing in harshly (those fake breaths one uses only to interrupt something) as if he has been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.
Kurt wonders what time it is, how much they've got left before Sebastian stands up and leaves.
Then it hits him that, simple as that, Sebastian won't go away.
What clams him about it is that Sebastian told him about staying after sex. They didn't have sex so, considering that Sebastian looked honestly worried about how he was, maybe he just wanted to keep an eye on him in the morning after (adorable is what Kurt thinks before he denies he did it to himself).
For a few seconds, the silence building up between them is one the most embarrassing things Kurt has ever experienced: they look at each other, they're laid in the same bed, under the same sheets, so damn close, and Sebastian is still holding him.
As if Kurt's gaze makes him realize what he's doing, Sebastian's hold loosens just a bit, but he doesn't pull off completely.
Kurt tries to read into this half gesture when a strong stab to his head makes him wince and moan unpleasantly.
Surprisingly, Sebastian lifts a little – his arm still wrapped around Kurt's shoulder and pressed into the mattress, his face slightly over Kurt's and eyes staring at his face.
"Are you okay? Wanna go to the bathroom?" He asks instinctively, but Kurt shakes his head. There's something more upsetting him right now and it has nothing to do with physical pain: his mind is going through last night fast; and it's not like the two times he woke up before. It all makes sense, it's clearer, more believable and less resembling of a dream.
He is so shocked with what he sees that he doesn't even realize how lovely worried Sebastian is when he asks the questions. Kurt just looks around the room as the sudden epiphany strikes him.
"Oh. My. God. I was totally drunk, wasn't I?" He asks, blinking nervously.
"Totally." Sebastian answers, a few inches over his face, wearing a smirk Kurt isn't looking at.
"Oh sh- … did I say something embarrassing …" He lifts his gaze, looking at Sebastian as the boy seems smugger at the question, "to Blaine?"
Kurt stares curiously at the way Sebastian's smirk drops when ends the question. He wonders what Sebastian was expecting instead, but his now stressed brain can't find a good answer, since it's processing the rest of the night.
"Oh. My. God." He repeats even louder and Sebastian smirks again. "Blaine and Rachel. Oh God. Just tell me it was some sort of wicked nightmare and it didn't happen, please."
Once again, Sebastian reacts weirdly: he winces and rolls his eyes, breathing in slowly.
Then Kurt understands it: suddenly, Sebastian's faces suggest something different, something which is supposed to be more important than what he has remembered about now, something marked FK.
"Did we …" He asks hesitantly, looking straight into Sebastian's eyes, "Did we kiss?" He sounds undecided because, even though the sensation running through his body now is real, making his hear beat faster than he can actually control, he doesn't want to be embarrassed by Sebastian if it was just a dream.
This time, Sebastian's smile doesn't drop and Kurt stares as he nods. It's one of his brief moments during which he wants to read between the lines: he thinks that Sebastian wanted him to remember. It can't be though. It's just alcohol that makes him see things this way. Sebastian probably doesn't even care about what Kurt remembers if not because he has to repeat the lesson again in case (Kurt tries not to shake at the thought because he remembers suddenly their lips brushing together, and the way it hit him, they way it made him feel).
"Technically, I tried to teach you how to kiss, but you were about to rape me." Sebastian answers, smirking from above and Kurt weirdly appreciates the intimacy of the situation. "Not that I can blame you, I mean, I would rape myself too; but I thought you had sort of a pride somewhere inside you."
Kurt winces because clearly Sebastian has just washed away the moment, as soon as he's realized how good and warm it was becoming. Too good to last.
"It was my first real kiss," Kurt fights back, winkling his lips, "I had no idea how I was going to feel about it. You can't blame me, I was drunk and I really didn't want to … deepen it. Blame it on the alcohol."
Sebastian winces ironically to mock him and suddenly presses the tip of his nose against Kurt's, making him startle at the unexpected closeness that is making Kurt stiffen uncomfortably.
"In vino veritas." Sebastian quotes wisely and lowers himself of a few inches, lips almost touching, eyes staring into eyes, and Kurt is shaking again, realizing that maybe he would have preferred being drunk still while Sebastian does it.
"Sebastian …" His lower voice calls as he blinks, "What are you doing?"
Sebastian takes a soft thin breath on the skin of his face, then grins nastily, looking so good that it makes Kurt's heart ache. He isn't ready to get surprised again by him. In fact, he would have the apparent calm to last longer.
"Technically you were drunk," Sebastian says calmly, "so I should teach you again, you know, just to be sure …"
Kurt hates it that his mind is suggesting that Sebastian just wants to kiss him and that it's just a stupid excuse because he knows he can't let himself drift into these sort of illusions; he also knows that illusions isn't really the appropriate term for it because he doesn't want anything from Sebastian, right?
"Hmmm …" He pulls out eventually, while Sebastian's mouth shift slowly and unavoidable to his own.
He doesn't think too much about the kiss. Maybe it's because, alcohol and sadness washed off of his body, he's sure that Sebastian is going to play his usual trick again, leaning back at the last moment and leaving Kurt hanging for the kiss, loving the slightly hurt expression on his face.
It doesn't happen though.
Sebastian's thin lips slide slowly on his, so unexpectedly that Kurt doesn't even close his eyes, and that is what allows him to look at Sebastian's closed ones instead. It leaves a warm soft sensation into his body when Sebastian starts nipping his lower lip with his teeth. Then Kurt closes his eyes too. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but the feeling is good, so he doesn't want to wonder to must about it: everything is so new, so unexplored, so pleasant, and Kurt blushes when he realizes how actually close they are.
Sebastian's legs are pressed into the mattress while his upper body his not, laid just partly as he keeps himself still over his elbows so that he can lean and reach Kurt's mouth that is readily obeying every single order coming from Sebastian's, too easily to be true.
His hip is pressed against Kurt's, without too many pressures, but Kurt feels like it's abrupt because he's not used to having someone in his bed, under his sheets.
He turns his head involuntarily, without realizing how much of a better angle he's just given to Sebastian, who doesn't hesitate before catching his upper lip now. He sucks it gently into his mouth, moaning in pleasure, and that is for Kurt an alarm which wakes him and makes him realize what is going on.
His eyelids go wide open and he pulls Sebastian away harshly, forcing him to leave his mouth.
When Sebastian blinks confusingly at him, as he's now lifting on his knees, Kurt swallows and hesitates for a moment before he's speaking.
"Is … is this a lesson?" He asks, looking down in worry, "Are you … teaching me how to kiss?"
It's stupid of him, he knows it. Of course this is a lesson; why would Sebastian kiss him otherwise? Why is Kurt being such an idiot right now?
"Of course it is." Sebastian says and he's already leaning towards his mouth again.
This time he's faster, less calculated, more spontaneous and natural, so much that it makes Kurt startle and put his hands on Sebastian's chest to try and keep him away.
"No!" He complains, blushing furiously, and when Sebastian blinks confused, Kurt knows he needs a good excuse. "I-I don't huh … I don't want you to teach me like this." He says and when Sebastian looks even more surprised, he tries to make it better. "I want you to teach me properly. We're just kissing now, I want you to teach me all the types of kiss existing, when to used them, how to use them. I want you to teach me well, I thought that's what you were here for!"
He panics for a second when he can read into Sebastian's eyes that he doesn't believe such a ridiculous excuse. Then, though, Sebastian seems to take it. Kurt wonders why he felt the need to interrupt this, but the natural explanation he gives to himself is that he doesn't want Sebastian to kiss him.
Even though he is – forcedly – convinced of this idea, he has to admit that having Sebastian so close, pressed again him, isn't that bad. Of course, it's still Sebastian, but it's a body and Kurt never had the chance to be so intimate with such an attractive guy before. If he thinks about it, he's more surprised by the fact that such an attractive guy has actually spent the night into his bed, under his sheets and … another sudden epiphany makes Kurt's arch as he tries to look up and meet Sebastian's gaze. Sebastian is speaking though.
"Do you really need me to teach you when to kiss? Pathetic." He comments ironically, shaking his head. "You should be able to understand it yourself when a guy wants to hold your hand or hold it in his hands."
Kurt winces and tries to focus on his new realization instead, not giving Sebastian's suggestions a chance to crush violently into his mind.
"Did you … cuddle me?" He asks and stares as Sebastian widens his eyes.
That makes Kurt think that maybe Sebastian had accepted that part of the deal because he thought Kurt was going to forget it in the morning after. So he looks shocked when Kurt proves him that he actually remembers.
That's crazy, clearly: why would Sebastian want to hold him with an excuse? It's weak and Kurt needs to realize that such an handsome guy like Sebastian can't even have this little interest in him, because a few erections – mean words into Kurt's mind – can't really mean he's attracted to him. It's probably just a moment of excitement. It's probably more about the situation than Kurt himself.
Sebastian is putting himself back up meanwhile.
"Yeah … you said something like …" He hesitates, breathing in but Kurt pretends he doesn't notice, "that sooner or later I'm going to have a boyfriend and I am supposed to act like one, and blah blah blah, all those stupid gay stuff you would say about it."
Kurt takes a few seconds to think about it. He has to admit that, even when drunk, he made sense. Thinking about it now that is sober makes him realize how right he was last night. Not that he really cares about whatever Sebastian decides to do with his life, but he has to admit that he would love to have a good effect on him, just like Sebastian is having a negative effect on him before he can avoid that. Kurt wants to give back somehow.
Beside the fact that it makes him smile, Kurt realizes that Sebastian might really need something like this. Maybe someday he's going to realize that sex isn't what matters and he won't be ready for that otherwise. Honestly, Kurt likes to enjoy the idea of teaching him too, so that he can have his revenge for all the times Sebastian embarrassed him with his lessons.
"So … how was it?" He asks Sebastian, when he realizes the boy is still waiting for him to say something. "Did you make it?"
Sebastian slaps him playfully on the arm when Kurt giggles, but he smiles briefly and Kurt's heart stops for a few seconds. He has no idea why but he's panicking at the way Sebastian is grinning, spontaneously, with no irony, without looking mean, just smiling. He doesn't even know why it's so wonderful, but it is and that's bad because it shouldn't.
"I don't know." Sebastian is answering still, a little late – one of the things belonging to them that Kurt can't seem to understand. "I thought you were supposed to tell me, since you were the one who wanted to teach me this stupid stuff I don't even need." He mutters and Kurt swallows before he speaks, mostly because he's pretty aware now of what he is about to say.
"You could have declined. I woke up in your arms."
Sebastian lifts his eyebrows, laughing in surprise because he didn't probably think Kurt would be so direct in such a situation, when they're so close, pressed together under the covers. Then Kurt knows he is blushing because he feels the familiar warmth spreading over his cheekbones.
"You're so cute. You manage to embarrass yourself with your own words." Sebastian whispers and Kurt realizes just now how close their faces are. "You couldn't even talk to yourself without blushing …"
"Sebastian." Kurt calls him again when he sees that Sebastian is leaning in again.
Like he's suddenly woken up from some sort of spell, Sebastian shakes his head and leans back, lifting the covers and sitting on the side of his bed as he suddenly searches for his shoes.
It all happens so fast that Kurt doesn't even realize it. In a few seconds, Sebastian is standing and fixing his clothes, like he wants to look decent at least to walk through the hallway to reach for his room.
"I'll text you before our next lesson …" Sebastian murmurs, noticing the annoyed tone, as Kurt sits too, his hands on the mattress, looking at Sebastian and wondering what the hell he has done wrong to make him act like this all of a sudden.
It's a lot to admit, obviously, but he's been staring at Sebastian's wonderful smile – it's so wrong of him, so he must have done something to make it drop because Sebastian's lips are now flat, frozen into an indifferent face. It should hurt but it does. Well, it's not suffering, but Kurt feels a tickling sensation at his heart, which is clearly guilt.
For a moment, the sensation, the expression on Sebastian's face, reminds him of something. He doesn't know which the psychological link between the two things is, but it reminds him of when Sebastian came – he brushes at the thought alone – and then avoided his gaze. He even thinks he was wrong maybe; he wonders if Sebastian hasn't started avoiding it for some other reasons he hasn't thought of. Kurt thought it was because Sebastian couldn't stand coming before him, but maybe it's not like this. Maybe he's been too superficial.
He pushes the thought away soon because there's nothing else that could move Sebastian but pride. It can't be anything different, but Kurt doesn't even understand what is happening now.
"Did … I do something wrong?" He can't help but ask and then bites his lower lip when he realizes it he really said out loud.
Sebastian lifts his gaze from his clothes to meet his own and shakes his head, too nervously for Kurt to think that it's natural. He doesn't think about it too much though. Thinking is becoming hurtful.
"No!" Sebastian answers and Kurt is sure he has never heard him exclaim something before. He's usually too sure not to be calm. Expect for today it seems. "No, I just huh … have to go. You know, they'll think I'm dead or something if I spend all my life secretly locked in your room."
Kurt isn't really sure about it. Actually, he isn't sure about it at all, but he's not going to ask Sebastian to stay to … talk. It's stupid and out of place, so he lets it slide over him.
"Okay." He answers eventually and that's enough for Sebastian because he is already stepping towards the door.
He doesn't add anything and Sebastian nods to him. Kurt guesses this means See you at the next lesson. Then he's out of the room, leaving Kurt alone to fight not to think about the doubts that are suddenly crowding his mind.
There shouldn't be any doubts. Kurt can't allow himself to have them.
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There shouldn't be any doubts but Kurt has a lot of them: he's sure about the fact that he's missing out on something important, a detail like the gazes and tones of voices and something that shouldn't be there and yet, against every existing law in the Universe, it is.
For a moment he really thinks about it, then he realizes that he wants a hot guy to feel something for him. Maybe he wants it so badly that he sees things to make his self-esteem feel better, because it was hurt hard during the last years. There's probably nothing different with Sebastian. It's just Kurt seeing things differently.
He would also face this new truth into his mind if it weren't for Rachel's loud voice filling his ears so loudly. And she's not even the only one.
"Kurt? Kurt, are you listening? You're totally out of it lately!" Rachel scolds him, yelling as usual and Kurt tightens his shoulder a little, looking down at the table and blushing when he realizes what he'd been thinking and who he had been thinking of, while Rachel was talking to him about the next solo she was going to perform at Glee. She also mentioned something about writing songs, but he isn't sure, not as distracted as he is.
"Leave him alone, Pinocchio." Santana says, "He's probably finally deciding if he is a boy or a girl. I wouldn't want you to disturb him in the most crucial moment of his life." She smirks and Kurt blushes even more. It's not about the joke though, it's about Santana. She always has that face, like she knows everything. Right now, knowing everything about Kurt is so bad.
"I think …" Rachel whispers to Santana, and Kurt arches his eyebrows, wondering if she really thinks he can't hear her, "he's still drunk from the party. You've seen how he was. Maybe he's still trying to bring himself up."
"How much did he drink?" Santana answers, speaking lowly as well. "That's impossible. If I'm sober now, why wouldn't this saint boy?" She ask and then they comically turn to Kurt contemporarily.
"Stop!" Kurt tries to defend himself, but he suddenly realizes he hasn't been thinking about the party at all. He focused on the night in his room, spin the bottle, but he's sure that there's something very important he's missing out on. "I'm not drunk and I really didn't drink that much-"
"Por favor," Santana hums smirking. "You drank so much you've stopped being a prude. Finn had to hold your wrists because you were sort of turning into Brittany The Stripper 2.0!" She says and Kurt is blushing again.
"Santana, that's not true." Rachel complains, looking at her strictly. "Don't make him believe things he hasn't done, you're taking advantage of his mental state at the time."
Kurt breathes in relieved, happy that he really didn't strip in front of Blaine and Sebastian because that would have been embarrassing, totally. Maybe not with Blaine. He was drunk too, much more than Kurt, so he wouldn't even noticed since he was all worried with kissing Rachel. He deletes immediately the horrible imagine coming to his mind.
"No, wait. I'm really sure Kurt would rather believe this shit than what he really did." Santana replies, shrugging, and Kurt arches his eyebrows, making her smile smugly. "Seen? He really has no idea, poor baby."
Kurt starts getting nervous then. He needs to know. Santana can't throw a bomb like this and pretend she hasn't said anything. Kurt needs to find out how things actually went because he's trying to put the pieces together and he hopes this might help him understand Sebastian's behavior better too – not that he cares about it, he repeats to himself, he's just curious.
"What did I do?" He asks immediately, but Rachel is hesitating, almost as if she is afraid of answering, so her turns to Santana.
Santana wrinkles her lips, as she just wants to mock him and keep him hanging on, and if Kurt didn't notice Rachel's face frowning, he would think Santana is just making it up to get him nervous. Rachel looks worried, so Kurt just guesses that what said is true.
And this is when he starts to panic at the thought.
If Santana Lopez is hesitating, it means that she is just waiting for the moment to set the clock bomb. All this anxiety is intense enough that Kurt feels little drops of sweat gathering on his forehead. It might seem too much, but Kurt doesn't even manage to get some control over the way his skin is flushing at the simple idea of what he might have done at the party.
He won't drink anymore, like, ever again. He should have got the tip when he threw up all over Ms. Pillsbury's shoes at the time. That and the fact that he doesn't even remember what he did are such a good prove of how much alcohol affects him in the worst way possible.
"Well, it wasn't too much of a thing," Santana answers though and right when Kurt is about to sigh in relief, she adds, "You just hung to your dear skyscraper-sized friend sobbing and moaning senselessly."
"How do you know what he said?" Rachel asks, turning to her with a confuse grimace over her features. "The music was loud-"
"Oh, please. Don't make me say it, Barbra." Santana stops her before she can keep on asking. "This is just one of the things one would do in order to avoid you and the gnome singing such a lame 80s track while looking at each other like you wanted to – excuse me while a throw up – fuck in the middle of the room. You thought you looked sexy but it was just ridiculous. I've thought eavesdropping on their conversation was so much better …"
"Sam was there, you could have used him to distract yourself. Just like you did all night long. I won't be able to sit on my sofa anymore."
"Why would that be? Didn't Finn sit in there too, did he? Oh, wait, I forgot that he prefers Quinn over you …"
They keep on fighting like this – or mostly, Santana just likes shutting Rachel up, but Rachel doesn't want to give up so she keeps on replying – but the truth is that Kurt hasn't been listening at half of it.
His mind is momentarily replaying endlessly the words that came out of Santana's mouth and he's trying to find a different sense or meaning to them, something different from what he thinks. During a second of insanity, he even considers that Santana meant a real skyscraper; then he realizes that whatever happened, it doesn't make any sense denying it now. It's not going to change it anyway. He has to accept it, so that he can just move to Sebastian and tell him how sorry he feels for his own behavior.
Unluckily for him, as minutes go by, even while Santana and Rachel are still yelling at each other, Kurt is starting to remember more and more details about that night. How could he forget such a thing?
The worst thing for Kurt right now isn't even thinking about the fact that he's wrapped his arms around Sebastian. What worries him the most, actually, is that he probably has said stupid things to him. It's not the fact itself that Kurt gave Sebastian a good chance to make fun of him, not really. What's upsetting him is that, even though Sebastian had this chance, he didn't make fun of him.
He is definitely over thinking. He can't allow himself to start analyzing every single thing like this. Maybe Sebastian was just a little more sensible with him unwillingly because he was tired and he had no idea how to make fun of him (that would be weird too, because Kurt is sure Sebastian always knows how to make fun of him), there's nothing else to had to it.
And yet …
For a moment he thinks about their kiss, First Kiss, and it's so much more detail than he'd thought. He actually thinks about the moment he had doubt that was a lesson. Yes, that was probably crazy too, clearly. How can he think Sebastian might want to kiss him? The only possible explanation is that he didn't find anyone else to hook up with and he's desperate enough to search for comfort into Kurt's lips.
This is stupid too because, seriously? Is there even a slight chance that Sebastian might not have a hook-up and …
"Kurt!" Rachel's high-pitched voice brings him to reality before he can even end the thought in his head. Kurt lifts his gaze to meet Rachel's and arches his eyebrows when he notices that Rachel has her eyelids wide awake towards him. "Tell her this isn't true! I trust you, you wouldn't be so stupid to do such a crazy thing. Shut her up."
Kurt rolls his eyes because he doesn't even have the slightest idea about what they were murmuring about, but it doesn't look like something good, considering Rachel's face and the smirk on Santana's lips. When Santana smirks something is clearly wrong.
"What?" He asks, turning to her and looking wondering, "What's that I wouldn't do?"
"Sex." Santana answers, shrugging and Kurt blushes immediately again. Santana doesn't give him any chance to reply though. "I was telling Rachel I'm sure you guys fucked because I would never believe you didn't after such a scene. He was holding you in his arms …" Santana lifts her eyebrows, evidently mocking Kurt's romanticism.
"Stop it!" Kurt complains, and he doesn't give himself the chance to picture what Santana is implying into his mind. "I would never sleep with Sebastian. I don't like him, if you didn't notice, and I'm quite sure he feels the same way about me, so."
"Oh, Kurt, please." Santana says ironically, and Kurt and Rachel look at her awkwardly. "Now it's so clear how drunk you were last night. If you were sober enough – same goes for you, Rachel – you would have noticed the way he looked at you. Puppy heart eyes for sure. For a second I was about to throw up, because I thought he was the male version of me, a real challenger, and yet he's just a puppy in love." She ends proudly, crossing arms to her chest.
"First of all, you were about throwing up because you were drunker than me." Rachel complains, defending Kurt somehow. "So I really don't think you are the right person to judge such a thing in the mental state your were."
"This is crazy." Kurt adds. "Do you actually realize what you are saying? If Sebastian ever heard you, he would shoot a bullet right to his head!" He complains and Santana rolls her eyes.
"Well, so he isn't as bad as I thought." She says, with smug grin on her face. "Even though I don't think that would be useful. Why would he kiss himself? He's got anything he could ever want: you in his arms."
"Santana." Rachel cuts her, lifting a hand and putting it on her chest overdramatically. "Kurt is in love with Blaine."
"The same Blaine who preferred kissing a not-so-beautiful girl like you rather than him." She replies quite insensible, looking back at Kurt. "And however, love is too much of a big word. Kurt has a crush on Blaine but Santiago is in love with Kurt."
"This is madness." Kurt answers murmuring and looking down.
"This is truth." Santana replies wisely, leaning her back against the sofa of the Breadstix. "I can tell when I see it. I'm 60% made of bitch and 40% made of gossip."
"Who is Santiago?" Rachel asks lately and Santana rolls her eyes.
"Dios, why are you so stupid, Berry? It's my male version!"
"Would that be Sebastian?" Rachel asks again, wrinkling her lips.
"Santiago, Sebastian, Santana." Santana says again, clapping her hands. "S stands for Smart."
Luckily for Kurt, they look too busy to notice, because is iPhone is throbbing. When he pulls it out, he isn't expecting the sender he reads. He rolls his eyes to the ceiling for a moment, cursing the way the situation is starting to make him anxious, and then he looks back at the screen.
From: Meerkat (6:31 pm): I need your sweet lovely gorgeous *insert some more* ass in my room.
He can't deny the way the message sounds familiar and even though is trying to ignore it, he can't help but replying in the end.
To: Meerkat (6:32 pm): Do you have a model text saved for this kind of emergencies?
From: Meerkat (6:33 pm): Of course.
To: Meerkat (6:34 pm): Tell me why I am supposed to come though. I want get there blindly again.
To: Meerkat (6:38 pm): A little tip?
To: Meerkat (6:45 pm): Okay, I'm coming.
When he puts the phone in his pocket though, he realizes that Santana is looking at him, lifted eyebrows and a smirk on her face.
"Is that from your beloved Bastian?" She asks sharply and Rachel sighs exasperated beside her.
"It was … Finn." Kurt lies immediately, starting to stand up. "If you don't mind, someone at the shop needs my help."
"He is in love with you." Santana says again, nodding to herself.
"That's crazy, stop." Kurt stops her though; he is starting to feel upset at the pressure. "Sebastian and I aren't and won't be a couple. Ever. There's not even a single thing we like about each other, if not the physical pleasure we feel when we insult one another."
"Whatever." Santana answers easily, making him understand than she doesn't believe him.
Kurt sighs and greets Rachel, and then he is walking away from the table without adding anything.
There's someone waiting for him; and sadly, that someone is Sebastian Smythe. Again.
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