I dedicate the this chapter to Obsessivekumpulsivereadr. You'll know why when you read it. =D

Chapter Twelve

Sebastian left at seven that morning for Westerville taking Kurt's NYADA portfolio with him. He was a little late, and had no choice but to skip his morning facial. They had woken at five thirty, and Kurt had discovered something quite remarkable.

Sebastian was very playful when he first woke, and he loved to cuddle. Not that the coyote would ever admit to it. He would scoff, and then pout for an hour before jumping Kurt's bones.

Now, Kurt would have to go through school for the rest of the day feeling worked over, and his lips were a little on the red side from Sebastian's evil mouth, and other body parts.

Puck was staying at the Hummel-Hudson household for the rest of the week. Kurt had done a good job keeping Sebastian and Puck away from one another, but that was only the first night. He had several more nights to deal with the two Alpha males.

Sectionals was coming up, and New Directions was having panic attacks about what to do. Not only were they several members short, but they only had two females.

"We need Sam," Finn said out of nowhere.

Kurt had been half asleep next to Puck when he heard the blond's name, and he jerked up. "Sam?"

"Yes, we need Sam. We can't do this without Sam. He's one of us, and he deserves to be here."

That was perhaps the most profound thing Finn had ever said. "Do we know where he is?"

"Who's Sam?" Rory asked curiously.

"Justin Bieber," Kurt teased with a smirk.

"I know where he is. I talk to him on Facebook. Rachel and I can go get him."

Kurt sighed, and shook his head. "You can't do that Finn."

"Why not? We need Sam, Kurt!"

"I agree we need Sam, but Carole was very specific that you not miss a single day of school. Also, Rachel would likely say something insulting without meaning to."

"Mom won't mind-" He paused when he realized that yeah she would mind, and he couldn't even argue with Rachel and her habits. She said the wrong things more than he did at times.

"Look, Sebastian and I will go and get him."

"Why you two?" Blaine asked darkly.

"For one, I'm a better driver, and I doubt Finn's truck would even make it to Cincinnati let alone to Eastern Kentucky. Finn is a terrible driver-"

"Hey!"

"Mailman dude," Puck reminded.

Finn winced. "Oh."

"Also, I'm on the honor roll, and all the teacher's love me. Only Mike here has better grades than I do."

"It's true," Mike said with a smile.

Mr. Schuester frowned. "I don't want to condone skipping school, however, I will look the other way."

"Mr. Schuester bringing out the big guns," Artie teased causing their Spanish/Glee instructor to blush.

"It's nine thirty, and if I leave now I can get back by about five." Kurt said waving his hand dismissively. He looked at Mike. "Get my assignments?"

"Sure thing."

Kurt sent Sebastian a text.

To Coyote: You want to come with me on a trip to Kentucky? If not, I can go by myself. I'm going to get Sam.

It wasn't very long that Kurt had an answer. He chuckled, and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and neck.

From Coyote: You leaving for Kentucky without me? Going to get some strange guy, and drive all the way back here? You must be fucking joking. I'm in.

To Coyote: Calm down, Coyote. We're taking my car unless you want me to sit in Sam's lap.

From Coyote: ….. you're doing this on purpose aren't you?

To Coyote: Maybe. XOXO

From Coyote: Fine. I'll be at your house in an hour.

After getting the information from Finn as to where Sam was exactly, he signed out of school feigning a sore throat.

According to Sam's Facebook, he was singing at a lounge in Stanton, Kentucky. He took his time getting dressed being careful with his new McQueen top, and sitting in front of his vanity. He paused at the reflection in the mirror. He tilted his head slightly, aware that lately his sense of style seemed to have grown. His hair wasn't so perfect anymore, and while it still gorgeous it was a little more daring. Something he hadn't done since he performed Born This Way last year.

Kurt had to admit he was really excited. Sam was one of those guys who didn't care that he was gay. Hell, Kurt could have been a transvestite, and Sam still would have been an honorable sweet guy. He hadn't kept in touch with Sam much on Facebook because the one time he talked to him, Blaine had gotten all huffy about it.

Kurt quickly text his father about Sam, and was rewarded, 'He's always welcome, Kurt. I'll even give him a job at the shop.'

Sebastian shot into the driveway, and slid out wearing casual clothes, and a black leather jacket. Kurt was wearing a white faux fur thigh length coat that tied around his waist.

"My car," Kurt said shaking the keys only for Sebastian to snatch them.

"I'm driving."

"Only if I get a kiss."

Sebastian complied very willingly. "No fuss?" He remembered Kurt's ten minute whine about Nick, and had searched his car thoroughly after that.

"I trust you."

Three hours and twenty-eight minutes later they pulled into a plain red brick building. There were about twenty cars in the graveled lot, and no sign.

Kurt stifled a yawn as he staggered out of the Navigator. He raised his arms up over his head as he leaned to the side to stretch.

"Are we at the right place?"

"I followed your directions."

Kurt sighed. "Those were Finn's directions, but I did double check, and used Mapquest."

The lounge was darkly lit, and the room was full of women, some were middle aged, and others were in their late fifties early sixties.

"What kind of lounge is this?" Kurt asked looking at the horribly tacky gold and red streamers that hung down on the stage backdrop.

Sebastian was already grinning having taken in the scenery.

"I have to say that this whole place is so tacky! I'd love to get a hold of the designer and give him or her a lesson in design. It looks like a ten year old decorated this place."

Sebastian looped his arm around Kurt's waist, and drew him into his chest. "We should enjoy the show."

Kurt blinked. "What show? What do you know?"

"Welcome ladies, are you ready for the lovely stallions of the night?"

Kurt frowned, and wondered. "Is that the name of Sam's band?"

Sebastian snorted a little louder than normal, and his grin was like that of a Meerkat.

"Give it up for Mr. Cobra!" Kurt gasped when a muscular hot man walked out onto the stage – no walked was not the word, strutted was the right term, and he shook his body as he tipped his red fireman hat. He was holding an axe , and stretched it across his back to show off his muscles.

"Oh Gaga!"

Then another name, Mr. Package, and Kurt's cheeks burned when he saw the cop strut around with a black billy club in hand. They were both shaking it on stage, and the women were hollering and whistling. Sebastian was watching with a smirk on his face. Kurt looked hilarious.

They moved to each side of the stage, and stood there like guards as the announcer called for White Chocolate, and Kurt buried his face into his hands when Sam Evans stepped out in jean overalls, and a yellow hard hat.

"Oh Sam," he whimpered fluttering his eyes at the light haired brunet doing a body roll on stage.

"Oi!" Sebastian nudged him. "I don't like that sound." He was having second thoughts on this whole trip, and crossed his arms jealously. A few weeks ago, Sebastian would have been all over the gorgeous ab ripped twink on stage, ready to have a little fun. But, now, all he could think about was how Kurt was being affected, and he didn't like it.

The music was loud, but the women were louder, and Kurt swallowed when Sam sharply thrust his hips forward, and then out of nowhere he yanked off the overalls, and Kurt saw a sight that he had only ever dreamed about. He was wearing red boy short underwear, and Kurt didn't need an imagination because there was nothing left to it.

Women were falling all over themselves as he moved his hips in a way that Kurt never would have imagined.

"Where did my goofy Sam go?"

"Your Sam?" Sebastian's eyes narrowed, and he growled lowly.

"The funny dorky one," Kurt moaned caught between attraction and shock.

"Dorky?" There was nothing dorky about what he was seeing.

Kurt had his hands on his cheeks, and then he let them go, and braced himself. He patted Sebastian's chest. "Give me a dollar!" he ordered holding his hand out.

"What?" Sebastian looked a little outraged.

"Come on, coyote, please?"

"Why?"

"Please?" Kurt turned on the powerful doe-filled eyes of doom.

Sebastian glared as he pulled out his wallet. "You will be punished for this, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. All I have are twenties and fifties."

Kurt snatched the twenty causing an exasperated huff from Sebastian. "I'll give it back," he promised as he took off his jacket. It was suddenly way too hot to keep it on. He handed it to Sebastian and slipped through the crowd of squealing women.

He wrinkled his nose at the awful smell of perfume, and made it to the stage as Sam whirled around, and his lower half was thrust right into Kurt's face.

Oh my... Kurt swallowed when Sam's flashed him bedroom eyes.

"Kurt- KURT!" Sam's eyes went wide when he came face to face with the pale-faced boy.

Kurt's eyes flickered at Sam with a blush. "Can I put it in?" He shook the twenty in the air.

Blinking, Sam jutted his hip toward Kurt who reached up, aware of the sudden growl that was very close to his ear behind him, and he slipped the twenty into Sam's underwear. He patted it gently. "Nice shorts, I have a pair like that. Finish your show White Chocolate, we'll be waiting over here."

Sebastian pulled him back. "You are so getting punished for that." He touched Kurt's cheeks to feel how hot they were.

"I had to get his attention."

"Uh huh," Sebastian scowled, and pulled away from the older ladies who hadn't been paying any attention to the only boys on the floor.

Sam called them from the locker room, and Kurt and Sebastian made there way through the back where Sam was redressing. He collapsed onto a bench, and looked a little embarrassed. He kept glancing at Sebastian curiously, but most of his attention was on Kurt.

"Nice show, White Chocolate," Kurt teased, and elbowed Sebastian when the boy tried to pull him closer.

"You're here – oh my God of all the people to find me, I expected Finn or Rachel."

Kurt placed a hand on his hip. "Well, consider yourself lucky because I'm not here to admonish you."

"Aren't you?" Sam asked biting down on his thumb nail. "I mean, I tried a regular job you know? DQ was great, and I got two free blizzards a day, but all it paid was minimum wage. You know how much I made this afternoon?" He pulled out his roll of money. "Sixty bucks! Well – eighty," he pulled Kurt's twenty out, and laid it aside. "In fifteen minutes!" he declared.

"Okay."

Sam didn't seem to hear Kurt because he was still going on. "My dad has a temporary construction job, but it doesn't pay enough for three kids and a wife. Stevie needed new shoes, and Stacy needed a coat. My parents couldn't afford it, but with my cutting abs, I can. I can give them what they need, Stacy had a great birthday party last week." He continued to go on until Kurt kicked Sam in the foot. "Ow!"

"Sam! Stop it, I know you needed the money, and I'm not going to preach to you that what you did was wrong or any of that shit that Rachel or Finn would give you. You have a family to take care of and I understand that more than anyone. You're talking to me, Sam, Kurt."

Sam's eyes softened, and his body relaxed. "I know, its just – you're different Kurt, and not because you're gay. You're classy okay? I felt ashamed because you have such high standards."

Kurt snorted, and Sebastian gritted his teeth. It was obvious that Sam had a lot of affection for Kurt and vice versa, and he didn't really like how that made him feel. "Sam honey, I think you put me way too high on a pedestal. I've always loved that about you, but I'm not an unreasonable Ice Queen. I know that family comes first before anything." He smiled sweetly and held out his arms for Sam who jumped him.

Sebastian closed his eyes. "Breath slowly, and don't attack the twink," he muttered to himself.

Kurt smiled, and rubbed Sam's back. "Oh, I should probably introduce you guys."

"Yeah, you should," Sebastian deadpanned.

"Sebastian this is Sam Evans, the comic book junkie who used to use lemon juice on his hair. Sam this is my boyfriend Sebastian Smythe, and I'll tell you the story later." He saw Sam open his mouth to ask about Blaine, but then he shut it when Kurt promised him details. "Bastian don't be upset with Sam." He said still holding onto the muscled white chocolate. "He's straight, and not only that he is the only boy who has never jumped at my touch."

"Why would I? You're hands are so soft," he said running his fingers along Kurt's hand that rested on his side.

Sebastian hissed. "Straight? You're straight? Bull shit!"

Sam arched an eyebrow, and leaned down to Kurt. "Is he always this way?"

Kurt giggled at Sebastian's expense. "Yes, honey he is."

"Look, Sebastian, I really like Kurt," he confessed. "It's also true that if I hadn't had my head up my rear end last year, and was so freaking worried about my reputation then Kurt would be mine, and Blaine never would have stood a chance. However, that ship has sailed, and I am predominately straight, but I would be an idiot if I never said that Kurt didn't enter my mind. You have nothing to worry about."

"I never had anything to worry about," Sebastian grunted feeling out of sorts. "Whatever, I don't care."

Kurt turned to Sam. "Come back to McKinley," he requested sweetly. "You can stay with me and Finn, my dad has already approved, and you know we have more than enough room."

"Why?" Sam asked curiously.

"One, you're our friend, and two we need you for Sectionals. New Directions is not the same without your smiling face. Also, we're in big trouble."

"Trouble?"

Kurt let go of Sam, and moved back to Sebastian, and told him about the Troubletones, and even Mercedes' involvement.

"She'd really do that to you?" he asked in disappointment.

Kurt folded his hands in front of him. "Yes, she has not been a very good friend, and she's seeing a guy who not only threw us in dumpsters, but pounded us with slushies. It's like it never happened. She's turned into a Quinn."

Sam shuddered, and Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "I dated Quinn, and then I thought I had something with Mercedes, but after hearing this, I don't know. That's just wrong." He pressed his lips together, and looked at Kurt who had a pleading expression on his face. "I need to talk with my parents, but I'd love to come back. That is – if your boyfriend doesn't get the idea of throwing me under the tracks." He winked causing Kurt to throw his head back in laughter, and Sebastian to grumble.

He wasn't even going to dignify that with an answer.

Sam led the way onto Mount Parkway until they got off the Quillins Chapel exit. It was so rural, and there was only one motel that sat across from the parkway, and no more than three houses on the opposite side.

They pulled into a lane where a nice countrified pale yellow two story house sat with a metal fence wrapped around it. Kurt could hear dogs in the background as Sebastian pulled in behind Sam's old pickup truck.

"They had money troubles?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"Bad ones. They lived out of a hotel for months. His dad got laid off, and it was bad."

"Home sweet home. We got a good deal," Sam said when Kurt and Sebastian joined them. "It's a little weather worn in the basement, but at least I have my own room, and Stevie and Stacy have one together. We worked most of the summer trying to get it habitable."

He let them in through the front gate, Kurt's fingers wound around Sebastian's naturally as Sam called out to his parents who were sitting in the kitchen talking.

"Hey mom, dad! Look who it is!" Sam held out his hands to Kurt who beamed.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Evans," he said sweetly.

"Kurt!" Mary Evans rushed him for a big hug. "Haven't we told you before to call us Mary and Dwight?"

Dwight stood, and smiled. "It's nice to see you again, Kurt. This your boyfriend?" he asked cheerfully seeing their hands linked.

"Oh, this is Sebastian Smythe. He goes to Dalton, we met through unusual circumstances."

Sebastian flashed them a perfect smile. "Yeah, I was trying to steal his former boyfriend."

Sam spluttered. "What?"

"Hey, it all ended well," Sebastian assured.

Kurt chuckled. "You'll have to excuse Sebastian, he likes to show off. I love your guys' house. It's so comfortable."

Mary beamed. "We love it to. The extra space is a blessing."

"Where's the Rugrats?" Kurt asked curiously. He half expected Stacy to come running at his legs. The last time he had seen her he'd given her a little makeover, and she adored him after that.

"Visiting my mother. We're painting their bedroom. So, what brings you down here?"

Sam was still frowning at Sebastian when he answered. "I want to go back to Ohio."

Mary and Dwight looked at one another briefly, and Sam cringed. "Where will you stay?" Mary asked in concern.

"With me, dad can get Sam a job at his shop. He is commuting back and forth to Washington DC and I can't always be around to look after the shop. It would be no problem at all, and he'll have a little pocket money." Kurt then pulled the eyes of doom. Sam and Sebastian stared at the performance in awe. "It's just this is our last year, and Sam is part of New Directions, and we'd really like to have him finish the year with us."

"Oh you sweet thing," Mary curled her arms around Kurt's shoulders, and hugged him to her breast.

Dwight smiled teary eyed, and Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. He was sure that his parents would agree to anything that Kurt asked if he used those eyes, and that quivering lip. "It's understandable, could you kids go into the front room for a moment? We need to talk to Sam."

Kurt nodded. "Of course, come on, coyote." He took his boyfriend's hand and led them to the living room. He turned to see Sebastian standing there looking around awkwardly. "You okay? You're really quiet." He ran his hands across Sebastian's wrists and along his arm. "You know I don't like Sam like that right?"

Sebastian blinked out of his hidden thoughts. "Yeah, I know. I – I don't know."

"What is it, baby?" Kurt asked cupping Sebastian's jaw.

Sebastian wasn't sure if he could say what was on his mind. Instead, he pulled Kurt close, and kissed him softly. "Just trying to think of how I'm going to put up with yet another Disney character trying to encroach on my territory."

Kurt wanted to push Sebastian to really tell him the truth, but realized that he might be doing more harm than good. "Don't worry, I'm all yours."

"Yeah, you are, and don't think I'm going to forget earlier."

"I can give you your twenty back."

Sebastian scoffed. "Keep the damn twenty." He curled his arms around Kurt's body, and rested his chin on the countertenor's shoulder.

Kurt brushed his fingers through the top of Sebastian's hair trying to understand what he was trying to say without words. His heart beat furiously at Sebastian's unusual actions. He pressed a kiss to his neck when there was a squeal from the hall.

Mary was standing there with her shoulders drawn up, and a wide smile on her face. "How sweet!"

Sebastian cleared his throat as Kurt beamed. "Just like you, Mary."

"How would you boys like to stay for lunch at least? We can't send you back hungry that would be horrible of us."

Kurt looked at Sebastian who shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

They weren't able to get out of there until an hour and a half later, and everyone was stuffed.

"How the hell do you keep fit, Samuel Evans?" Kurt said lugging one of three suitcases to Navigator.

"Dancing it off helps," Sam said grinning widely.

Sebastian felt as if he'd gained twenty pounds. He'd never ate so much in his life, not that it wasn't good, hell it was great. Not as good as Kurt of course, but he had no complaints.

"I'm sure it does, all those body rolls and thrusts."

Sam smirked. "I didn't see you hating on it."

"Who said I did?"

Sebastian scowled. "You two stop trying to piss me off, and get into the car!" he snapped.

"Yes coyote."

Sam chuckled, and slipped into the back. "It's good to be going back."

"It's damn good to have you back, Sam I am," Kurt said buckling his seat-belt.

"You remember that embarrassing introduction?"

"Embarrassing? It was cute!"

"Quinn didn't think so."

"Quinn is an idiot."

Sam didn't respond as Sebastian pulled out of the drive. "Geez, Kurt must really like you. He's not even whining about you driving."

"That's because I'm special, Donald."

"Donald?" Sam asked confused.

Kurt shook his head. "Donald Duck. He has a name for all the New Directions."

"Ah, better than Trouty, I suppose."

"I don't have a name for them all, not yet anyway. What the fuck is with Trouty?"

"My mouth is big," Sam quipped.

"Might be why Kurt likes you."

Kurt whacked Sebastian in the chest. "Hey! Oh please, Sebastian. If this was two weeks ago you'd be all over him trying to get him into the darkest corner."

"Perhaps, but that was before you came along, and now I have to worry so much about you that I don't have to time to think about going into a dark corner with a random guy."

"That's good then, I suppose."

"Okay, I am completely lost guys." He slid up, and rested his elbows on both seats. "What happened with you and Blaine?"

"He tried to get me to sleep with him when he was drunk."

"That's a mild way of putting it," Sebastian muttered darkly.

Sam frowned. "What the hell?"

"Hm, he was really drunk, and had been dancing all night with Sebastian. I was trying to get him home safe, and he decides that it would be the perfect time to fuck in my back seats."

Sam's eyes lowered, and Sebastian noticed those baby blues darkening. "I'm going to hurt him."

"No, Samuel you will not. He is not worth it, and we need you in school, and not in juvie. You're better than that, and so am I. Sebastian came to my defense, and it all spiraled out of control from there."

"I see," Sam said breathing in through his nose. He'd missed a lot since he'd been gone. He leaned back in the seat, and shook his head. "I can't guarantee what will happen when I see him again. Good thing he's at Dalton, how do you put up with him Sebastian?"

Kurt grimaced. "He's not at Dalton anymore."

"If he was, he'd have been in a coma from what I would have done."

"... He's at McKinley?" Sam bit down on his fingernails until a hand reached back and smacked it away.

"Don't do that."

"Sorry. What else have I missed out on? Spill."

The rest of the ride was spent with Kurt telling Sam the latest of McKinley with Sebastian piping in with sarcastic commentary. Kurt was feeling really good about all this, and he smiled as he listened to Sebastian and Sam bond over all things Kurt Hummel.