A.N. Another weekend drawing to a close. Sigh. Thank you so much for all the encouragement you guys have sent since I last updated; they help my nerves tremendously! I love writing this, though I've been growing very conscious of my accidental abandonment of 'Misery', so I might try to update that before I continue with another Rebound chapter. No promises. Plus, I have been thinking about 'The Many Shadows' ficlets, more specifically the planned chapter entitled 'Red Light District'. I'm going to consider this week a break from this fic just so I can give others a chance.

I'm glad everyone was able to both sort-of understand Burt's reaction but ultimately condemn it. Blaine does play dirty, getting daddy on his side. This chapter isn't exactly a throwaway, though it's definitely a lot lighter than usual. I think Kurtbastian needs a reprieve from the dooming drama. There's still progression but hopefully it'll amuse you more than anything. No spoilers...

Here's a new topic for discussion, stemming from some messages I've been getting over the course of the fic so far: what is the general consensus for some 'Blunter' action? And by that I mean not-falling-for-each-other-but-friends-with-benefits action. I hadn't planned on them being any more than comrades trying to break their exes apart, but I've read a few comments about them having some meaningless sex going on when they scheme together and I am now curious. Are you completely for or against the idea? Not bothered either way? Don't mind as long as it's only hinted to? Believe it would undermine their dedication to getting their boyfriends back? I'm honestly interested, and if it's something most readers want to see, there will be an opportunity to start it in the next chapter. Let me know.

What We Do For Kurt

It was official: Kurt Hummel lived in a penthouse. Kurt lived on the top floor of a New York City luxury apartment building, complete with an open terrace, stone fireplace and gorgeous rustic hardwood flooring. It felt like he had moved to a whole new world when he packed up his belongings scattered around Rachel and Finn's place and took it across town to Sebastian's little slice of heaven in the sky. I live here... I live here and I think I'm in love with my home.

As Kurt blissfully strolled through all the rooms, lost in a happy daze, Sebastian carried the last box through to his spare room at the end of the hall. They hadn't talked any more about where Kurt was going to sleep but Sebastian thought better than to question the original plan because he was just elated to actually have his boyfriend there at all. He would think about trying to coax him into his own bedroom at a later, more relaxed date. 'No, Kurt, please – I don't need a hand. Seriously, just let me do this. I want to.' He called though, his voice dripping with sarcasm at the lack of help Kurt was providing.

Kurt rushed through to him wearing an apologetic grin. 'Sorry, but have you seen this place? It's so big!'

'Yeah, I saw it. I see it every day and now you will too.' Sebastian laid the box on the bed alongside the others and then turned to enjoy the excited face of his new roommate. 'You know, I imagined someone like you would have a lot more things than just a few boxes full. Haven't you lived in New York for a few years now?'

Kurt bit on the inside of his bottom lip and circled the room casually. He hummed, 'Yeah, I have, but, uh...I keep a lot of stuff at my office. There was no room at Finn's.' Sebastian nodded and left Kurt to unpack in private. Kurt watched him leave and then his face dropped in guilt. It wasn't that he lied – he hadn't! – but he hadn't been completely honest. Some of his belongings were still in his office at work, but even more of it was still at the apartment he had shared with Blaine. They weren't necessities; mostly odd bits of furniture, ornaments, media and clothes and Kurt had gone without them since the break up, but they were still his. And Blaine had been doing him a favour storing it for him. Now that he was going to be sharing a much larger living space, though, he knew he would soon have to go collect them so as to no longer have any physical ties to his past relationship. Sebastian wouldn't be happy to know any of that, so Kurt made the decision to not let him find out. He had a key to the old apartment still, anyway; he would just bring it all over on a day both Sebastian and Blaine were out and no one would bother him over it.

When Sebastian had first asked him to move in, Kurt's timid but excited response of 'I'll think about it' had driven the artist to perfectionise the spare bedroom; emptying out the walk-in closet and drawers, hanging up new paintings for decoration and bringing in a music system to make Kurt feel like home. But truthfully, Kurt felt like this was better than home. He practically waltzed around his walk-in wardrobe and marvelled at all the space for clothes. Even with the leftovers at Blaine's place, Kurt doubted he had enough clothes to fill even half of the area. Which only meant one thing...

With a smile that threatened to become so wide it would split his face, Kurt finished up unpacking and sauntered through to the living room to find Sebastian spread out on the couch. The poor guy looked exhausted but thoroughly content. He looked up as Kurt entered and he reached out for him. 'Come sit with me.' He said quietly. Kurt clasped his hands behind his back and slowly strolled over, pausing in front of Sebastian's knees. Sebastian's hands continued reaching for him and he made a small whine of complaint when Kurt did not come any closer. 'Ku-urt!'

The smaller man laughed and leaned over to place an innocent kiss on Sebastian's forehead. 'I can't.' He said simply. 'I have to go to bed if I want to get up early in the morning.'

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, confused. He glanced to his large clock on the wall. 'What are you talking about? It's only seven-thirty, and why would you have to-' He stopped, turning his head back up to Kurt. 'Wait...you're not...?' He gaped at him. 'You can't be serious.'

Kurt smiled sweetly. 'I am.'

'You're not-'

'I told you, I am.' Kurt nodded, growing giddier by the second. 'I'm getting up at three AM to wait outside Bloomingdales for the sales!'

The inky black sky hadn't even begun to show signs of morning, much to Sebastian's horror as he stood bleary eyed on the street corner by Bloomingdales. The ice-cold wind from the north attacked his cheeks like thousands of sharpened knifes. His designer coat was doing nothing to protect him, even with the collar pulled up. He had managed to get a few hours of sleep but it hadn't touched the sides of his tiredness. Simply put, he was disgruntled. To make the scenario worse, he had six different tote bags draped around his neck, arms and shoulders making him seem like a coat rack with his hunched shoulders. What the hell am I doing here at three-forty in the morning instead of in my warm, soft bed? He glanced to the man beside him.

In stark contrast, Kurt could not have been more awake. Bouncing on his heels, the Vogue assistant was beaming and his alert gaze darted in every direction, looking for the first sign of life inside the store. He was more expertly dressed than his counterpart; Black Friday was not new to him. Armed with comfy sneakers on his feet and numerous easily-removable layers covering his skin, he was ready for the hours ahead.

'God, it's too early for this!' Sebastian finally broke out, trying to glare at the line of people behind them as if they were responsible for his suffering. His glare attempt merely resulted in him squinting. 'Why are we even here? Sales aren't that big of a deal.'

'That's because you don't need sales; you can afford everything,' Kurt stated, distracted.

There was a beat of silence as Sebastian pouted, then he turned and said 'I will buy you whatever you want if that means we can go back home right now and sleep.'

Laughing in amusement, Kurt shook his head lightly and nudged him. 'If you didn't want to come, why did you insist on it?'

Sebastian pulled a pained face and let his forehead fall against the brick wall of the shop. 'I don't know...' He moaned out, sounding close to tears in the same way a small child would if woken up too early from a much-needed nap. Honestly, he didn't understand it himself. In a way he felt like it was his duty.

Kurt laughed more and rubbed his boyfriend's back in sympathy. It had surprised him earlier that morning when he entered the kitchen to find Sebastian already dressed with a cup of black coffee in his hands and his head snoozing on the breakfast bar. Kurt had insisted he could go shopping alone but for some reason the zombified artist followed him and even drove him out into the city. He pitied him, but was touched by the gesture. Suddenly there were murmurs from up ahead; the doors were opening! 'Come on!' Kurt cried out, grabbing Sebastian by his coat collar and yanking him along while the line scrunched forward as if it would get them in faster. Sebastian let himself be dragged and merely blinked in vague surprise to find that his cute and compact partner now seemed to have the strength and the drive of a bull. Everyone ran inside, almost crushing the poor sales clerk who had pulled the short straw of opening the doors.

The sleep deprived state Sebastian had been swaying in dropped away very quickly the first time some short plump woman violently elbowed him out of her way and he stumbled into display stand full of female lingerie. By the time it happened again, Sebastian was wide awake and nursing forming bruises and holding down the nausea of having a pink lace thong draped over his ear. Feverishly he swatted it away then became aware that in those few seconds he had misplaced Kurt. Feeling like he had lost a limb when he no longer had that warm hand in his, he searched the surrounding area desperately. 'Kurt?' He twisted around – why did there have to be so many fucking people? Where was Kurt? Ku-!

'You look like a sad, abandoned puppy dog,' Kurt giggled into his ear, appearing out of a clothing rack already holding a small bundle of shirts and pants. 'It's adorable.' Sebastian threw him a dirty but relieved look and made sure to follow closely behind as they gradually made their way through the first level.

Sebastian had never witnessed shopping like this: he watched in part-awe, part-fear as men and women (though mostly women) shoved each other around like dolls. Kurt was lucky he was so nimble as he simply slid in and out of spaces like some type of flexible ninja. He certainly was an expert at this kind of thing. As time went on, Sebastian found himself to be his boyfriend's personal storage area – clothes were thrown in his direction and sometimes even on him, making hiding under it all in a corner out of harm's way seem like a comforting idea. So that's what he did. Crouched between a cash register and a mannequin, he was both bewildered and in utter admiration of Kurt's focus and energy as he zipped back and forth between the sea of bodies and sales tables.

Sadly, his awe could not last the hours that Kurt spent swiping bargains out from under other shopper's noses. Just being there was draining, and the constant knocking on his head by homemade shopping baskets as people stampeded by him was a tipping point so that he was quickly losing the will to live. Why would anyone put themselves through this ordeal just to save a little money? Later, he stood in line for his boyfriend with his arms full of items, only just managing not to drop it all to text Kurt when he neared the check out. Kurt hurried to his side with his own stack under his arm and his bank card clutched in his hand. Sebastian hoped that this signalled the end of his morning from hell. He wondered if he could talk Kurt into going for a McDonalds breakfast – something the artist typically avoided but now sounded heavenly – but when he turned to ask he spluttered in disbelief. 'Are you seriously ordering things online?'

'I've been saving up all year for this day,' Kurt explained in monotone as his fingers tapped away on his phone, 'I'm in my element. Don't rain on my parade.' Sebastian felt like crying.

Kurt had agreed to split a sausage McMuffin on the way to yet another store, and the junk food was just enough to stop Sebastian from collapsing in the middle of Macy's. By mid-morning, both of them were ladened with an unholy amount of shopping bags and neither could feel their arms or legs anymore. 'Where to now?' Sebastian asked in defeat, turning out onto the busy street and squeezing his tired eyes shut when they nipped from the cold.

Kurt looked down at their collection of his purchases and hummed. 'I guess we should just head back. I don't think it's possible to buy anything else.'

They walked the short distance to Sebastian's parked car, where the trunk was opened and the taller of the two began piling the bags inside. 'We can just leave this stuff here if you really want to dive back into that madness.' He commented with a yawn. He closed the trunk and turned to see Kurt staring up at him with large, baby blue eyes that shone in the morning sun. Without warning, Kurt smiled and pulled him in to kiss him deeply. Caught by complete surprise, Sebastian mumbled unintelligible sounds before kissing back eagerly. His hands instinctively wrapped around him and he pinned him against the car. They broke apart and he just had to ask 'What was that for?'

Kurt licked his darkening lips and chuckled breathlessly. 'Nothing. Let's go home.' Though dazed, his boyfriend seemed overjoyed by that response. Kurt then arched his eyebrow and added 'But I'll drive, because you look like you'll fall asleep at the wheel.'

They both slumped against one another in the elevator as they travelled up to their apartment with all of Kurt's bags. Ever the gentleman, Sebastian helped carry everything through to the other's bedroom before literally falling onto his shaggy rug in the living room in front of the fireplace. Kurt was hardly any better but still managed to fall onto the couch before following Sebastian's lead into the land of blissful sleep. The rest of the morning and most of the afternoon passed them by, though neither would have cared. Around five they both grudgingly got up and showered away the sweat and pains from their early morning scrimmaging. They finally trudged out to the car again in order to make the farewell meal before Burt and Carole left for Hartford to visit Kurt's aunt.

The dinner in Rachel and Finn's home was a lot more pleasing than the one the night before now that Burt was trying to be less judgemental and grudgy. In fact, Burt was deeply impressed and marveled at Sebastian's endurance for going shopping with Kurt on such a day and began recounting the one time he accidently agreed to do the same back when his son was a teenager. 'If I didn't know Kurt was gay before,' He started, tears of laughter brimming in his eyes as he gripped onto Sebastian's shoulder, 'I definitely did after hearing him say 'Bitch, move away from the Versace loafers!' to sweet old Mrs Terry! The gal nearly had a heart attack from the death stares Kurt was giving her,'

Kurt flushed in embarrassment as his father and boyfriend howled at the image in their minds. 'Yeah, well, those loafers lasted me six years so...' He muttered bitterly, whipping open a magazine to bury his head into. Admittedly it made his heart swell seeing them getting along after the panic of yesterday. His dad even took the news that they had spontaneously moved in together rather well, commenting that it was about time Finn got his football viewing area back. It was sad, as usual, when it came time to say goodbye. Knowing they would see each other at Christmas did help ease the lump in Kurt's throat but it was never easy saying goodbye to his dad, no matter what the circumstances. Sebastian rested his chin on his shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist to squeeze each time Kurt's breath hitched as he waved his dad and Carole away for the second time in twenty four hours. Kurt rubbed his boyfriend's hands and let the artist draw small kisses on his neck. He felt so secure, cared for and wanted in that moment and he only hoped Sebastian knew he felt that way for him too.

He dwelled on his thoughts for a while as they helped clean up inside. At last, they finally bid Rachel and Finn goodnight. Sebastian kept asking why he was smiling as they got in the car but Kurt shook his head. I'm not telling you. Sebastian laughed to himself and resigned to driving them back home without an answer. Kurt held his hand on the way back and his eyes rarely strayed from watching him drive. What a sure way to make me feel nervous, Kurt. Are you trying to get me insecure or something? I wish you'd just tell me what you were thinking...

'Oh, can you stop here?' Kurt requested when they drove by the front of the building. Sebastian tossed him an annoyed 'Huh?' having just indicated to pull into the underground car park. Kurt unfastened his seatbelt and hopped out the vehicle. 'I just want to run up ahead.' Sebastian wanted to know why but before the words could leave his mouth he was watching Kurt practically skipping into the main foyer. Shaking his head, he drove off to park.

Upon entering the penthouse, Sebastian was aware of two things: first; the fireplace was already on and its warmth was calling to him from the living room, and second; the deliciously familiar sound of a beer bottle being opened somewhere inside. He slowly unravelled the scarf from his neck and absent-mindedly hung up his coat. 'Kurt?'

'In here,'

Sebastian followed the voice to the living room. Kurt beckoned him in further and motioned to take a seat on the couch. 'What are you doing?' Sebastian asked, suspicious. Having Kurt there was a new concept already, but being invited into his own living area was definitely out of the ordinary. His mood brightened a little when an ice cold beer was slipped into his hand and Kurt sat next to him, hand curving over his shoulder.

'I, um, was hoping I could convince you to let me model my clothes from today.' Kurt said bashfully. 'I couldn't try anything on in the store so I need a second opinion. Please?'

Sebastian groaned and his head fell back against the cushion. He should have known Kurt wanted something from him, but even he hadn't expected such an unappealing task. Oh well, I guess I could just go on autopilot. I mean, how long could this take, anyway? The memory of all those bags bursting at their seams made his optimism drop like a lead balloon. He winced and looked into Kurt's wide, hopeful Bambi eyes. He couldn't say no to those pleading orbs of blue. 'Fine,' He gave in, resulting in a yelp of excitement from the other man who immediately ran off to his bedroom to change.

Sebastian, what have you turned into? You were never the type of guy to fret over other's opinions of you – especially when it came to parents – or the guy who got up at three AM to be rudely shoved around department stores just because you wanted to spend time with someone. And you certainly were never one to sit through what essentially will be a poorly drafted fashion show just to please the model.

Kurt strode in a couple of minutes later and gave a playful spin in the centre of the floor to show off his new designer jacket and boots. Sebastian nodded politely and voiced his approval, however apathetic. Kurt rushed off again and returned every few minutes in an array of clothes, from woollen sweaters to dress pants. Very quickly and despite his best intentions, Sebastian lost complete interest and struggled to notice what Kurt had changed into with each new outfit, requiring Kurt to point it out to him in vague annoyance. The fact was Kurt looked good in practically everything and if Sebastian had been blessed with the energy he would have taken a moment to be jealous of the other's frame. Another twenty minutes later he forced himself to remain seated instead of wandering off to make a sandwich with the simple belief that surely Kurt had to be nearing the end of his fashion demonstration. He pulled out his phone while waiting for Kurt to come back and barely noticed the frustrated shout from down the hall. 'Dammit!' Seconds later, Kurt entered the room and from the corner of Sebastian's eye he knew hands were definitely on hips. 'I think I might have bought the wrong size of pants,' Kurt moped. Sebastian hummed in response, eyes still focused on his phone screen. 'Sebastian, tell me what you think. Are they?'

'Are they what?' Sebastian finally managed to tear his gaze upwards and the sight that beheld him caught him off guard. His breath hitched and his mouth dropped open slightly as he took in Kurt's pose: the boy was donning a simple fitted shirt that looked soft but smart across his chest and all the way down his arms. But the main show was the mouth-wateringly tight pants. Dark and a little flared out at the bottom of each leg, the material could almost have been painted on. It delved devilishly around his toned legs and rounded to his rear which was understatedly perfect. Somehow being both snug and loose in all the right areas, it sat comfortably on his narrow hips and flaunted how sexy his legs were. Sebastian leaned forward without being aware of it.

Kurt pouted, playing the part well as he innocently turned around gradually. 'Are they the wrong size? I shouldn't have chosen something so small, it feels so revealing.' He took a few steps closer and parted his feet so he could stand over his boyfriend's knees. Sebastian shuffled forwards, eyes drawn to his thighs and seemingly unable to stop staring at the show mere inches away. 'Hmm? What do you think, honey?'

It was then Sebastian momentarily lost the ability to speak properly. 'Think-I, uh, looking at them, I, uh, yeah,' Stop sounding like a moron! He snapped at himself. 'I think they look...great,' Really? That's the best I can come up with? Fuck, hotter than the deepest furnaces of hell – that's how they look! I just want to touch-

'Really? Thanks!' And Kurt was off, leaving Sebastian almost falling off the edge of the seat with his hand up poised to feel the fabric hugging at his boyfriend's limbs. Part of his mind, the one no doubt connected to his primitive instincts, urged him to follow after the hot piece of ass which just strutted around in front of him back to the bedroom but his blind sightedness and basic level of common decency caused him to remain dumbstruck in his chair. He swallowed hard and shook his head as he rubbed his eyes. Kurt called through again, 'I just have one more thing to show you, okay?'

'O-okay.' Sebastian responded. He gave himself a pep talk to remind him that Kurt had just moved in and if he were to come onto him in any new way he might just scare him off back to Finn and Rachel. He had to control himself. He had to stop thinking about Kurt's incredible body and the way it would look bare and spread out against his bedsheets with his long, toned legs stretched taut over Sebastian's own shoulders as he moved into him, feeling his- Shit! Stop! Stop thinking like that – anyone would think you're a fucking sex freak, the way you imagine him. You need to not torture yourself in case you say or do something to ruin it all.

Knowing his mind spoke the truth, he took a few deep breaths and sat back to look up at the ceiling. He heard Kurt coming down the hall. 'You have to be honest with me about this,' Kurt was saying in a small voice, 'Tell me if you like it or not.'

Sebastian nodded and then lowered his gaze.

Kurt bit his lip anxiously, heat rising to his cheeks as he awaited Sebastian's reaction. The urge to wrap his arms around himself in insecurity was strong but he fought against it. The flames in the fireplace behind him made the room hot but his bare chest felt chilled in nervous fear. Had he gone too far? Was this a good idea? He glanced down at himself; naked except for a pair of brand new dark grey boxer briefs. Skin-tight and leaving nothing to the imagination, Kurt felt well and truly exposed and remarkably stupid for being so blatant. He wished Sebastian would say something – anything – but the other man just sat there, stunned and silent.

Holy shit... He's so- There were no words to describe it. Sebastian was, for lack of a better word, captivated. His eyes raked down the mostly-naked body, unable to comprehend just how unendingly beautiful Kurt was. His skin was so light and flawless, like perfectly crafted china. The glow of the flames licked up his sides and the shadows helped form a darkish trail from his navel down to the waistband of his underwear where it suddenly disappeared, teasingly, from view. At a loss for what to say, Sebastian swallowed hard again and struggled to keep his breaths even. He licked his lips. Kurt turned away from him, shyly letting him see from the back. God, that ass... I want that ass, let it belong to me so I can touch it, squeeze it – It does belong to me, Kurt belongs to me... I want him to let me have him right here right now. I need him. Kurt wasn't parading anymore, he was still like a statue with his face turned so he could watch Sebastian's reaction. It then occurred to him that Kurt was vying for his approval; the way he was anxiously biting his lip, tucking his head down betraying how vulnerable he felt and desperately trying to read him for assurance.

'Kurt,' Sebastian murmured so quietly that he could only just be heard. Kurt froze in place, awaiting his fate. 'Come here. Right now.'

And Kurt obeyed. He promptly but carefully crossed the floor and stopped in front of him. Hands reached up behind his legs and slowly roamed upwards to his ass. Sebastian then stood so his hands could wander further up, fingertips caressing the curve of his spine lightly until one hand gently rose up further to tilt Kurt's head. He then dipped his lips to capture his beauty's. They had shared a varied range of kisses in the past month or so, and Kurt had thought of some of them as very heated and action-filled, but none compared to this.

Sebastian was so in control of him; his lips locked on to his and his tongue demanded dominance in his completely submissive mouth. Kurt yielded to the warm and firm hands that ventured up and down his bare back and then grabbed at his rear so that they could fall back onto the couch, Kurt finding himself straddling the other man in the flurry of touches, kisses and groans which resounded through both their chests. Kurt lost himself in the feelings and tilted his head back the whole way, giving Sebastian full access and permission to do as he liked. His knees slipped further into the depths of the cushions which brought their hips closer and their crotches finally met.

A loud moan of pleasure escaped Sebastian's throat, his nails dug into the small of Kurt's back and he jerked his waist upwards for more. Kurt panted heavily up towards the ceiling; the waves of sexual arousal making him feel light-headed and delirious. He snapped his head down and gripped Sebastian around the back of his neck before attacking his mouth again, hungrily pleading for more. He felt those hands slipping down and underneath the waistband of his briefs to ease them off his hips but both refused to let up on the incessant grinding they had begun. Kurt forgot he could ever experience such bursts of stimulated delight.

Completely against Kurt's wishes, though, Sebastian broke apart from him and still their movement. The effort, though, took a lot of personal strain. Kurt tried to kiss him again but Sebastian shook his head. 'I want you.' Sebastian began, breathing heavily and his eyes desperately trying to focus on the other man's though the fog of desire. 'But not here. In my bed. Kurt, I want you in my bed. Let me fuck you.'

At first, Kurt seemed to shy away; his cheeks darkened and he slowly stood up and backed away from him, but then he reached out a hand. Sebastian got to his feet. With timid steps, the smaller man stepped up to him. His hands gently untucked the shirt still covering Sebastian's skin and pulled it over his head. Hands then spread out on his abdomen, feeling and pressing as those blue eyes marvelled at his chiselled physique. They ran up to his chest, then his shoulders, before sliding back down. Kurt was not used to this: he had only ever been with one guy and he had learned every minuscule details of Blaine's body so that now – gazing and studying his boyfriend – everything was different. With a chaste kiss to his collar, Kurt then reached down to undo Sebastian's pants. They were kicked off, leaving them both in their underwear. Through the thin material of his boxers, Sebastian's manhood was eager for attention. Kurt swallowed hard looking down at it; it both excited and scared him.

'You just don't have what it takes to satisfy him.'

A jolt of sudden fear caused Kurt to almost stumble back. Sebastian came forward and caught him by the mouth in another deep, dizzying kiss. Together they staggered back towards Sebastian's bedroom, hitting the door frame hard but instead of dwelling on it the taller man pressed Kurt up against it. Every inch of Kurt's skin made contact with him and the air grew hot and humid; Kurt could barely breathe, having never received this kind of demanding handle by another's hand.

'Sebastian's sexual appetite would eat you alive.'

There was that voice again: Hunter. As it had before, the low sultry tone was like a blow to Kurt's insides and made him want to double over. If Sebastian wasn't standing him up against the wall, he might have just keeled over.

'Unless you are willing to be pushed to extremes and be the best lover he's ever had, he'll get bored. You grow stale.'

What was Kurt thinking, putting himself up for failure? As the artist stroked him like a musician playing his at his heartstrings, Kurt began to shiver. What did he have to offer someone like Sebastian? Really, what did he have? Nothing, as far as he could tell. He was fooling no one thinking that at that very moment Sebastian could not go out and come back within an hour with someone far hotter and far more adventurous than Kurt. He was Sebastian Smythe, of course he could do that. And Kurt was some play-it-safe nobody who really could not cope with any more hurt. Sebastian dragged him into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, clawing at his skin whilst manoeuvring him across the floor like the expert he was.

'A Casanova might not mean to hurt you, but he will. Especially someone...like you.'

'Kurt, what's wrong?'

Breaking out of the crescendoing rampage of Hunter's voice, Kurt looked up at Sebastian worried gaze. His panic had been noticed. 'I...' Unable to lie to those beautiful, caring eyes, Kurt almost choked on his words. 'I'm scared.' He admitted. He was met with a look of confusion. 'I-I've only ever been with one... And you, you might not like...'

Sebastian's expression grew even more surprised but the worry shed away into adoration. 'Kurt, babe,' He whispered against him, lips grazing over his. 'You're the most beautiful, most incredible guy I've ever seen. No one is going to compare to you. I want you so badly. Tell me you want me, too.'

Kurt nodded, biting his lip as he took in some steadying breaths. 'I do.'

Discreet fingers dipped under the back of Kurt's waistband and pulled down the material to uncover Kurt's ass. Playfully, the fingers let go and the band snapped against the back of his thighs and caused Kurt to jerk further into the taller man's body. A shy smile emerged. Sebastian cupped his ass cheeks, squeezing then using his grip to hoist Kurt up onto the mattress. Breathless, Kurt fell back and leaned up on his elbows to watch Sebastian bend down and remove his own boxers. Kurt's eyes drank in the full, unsheathed member which promised him pleasure beyond comprehension. With Kurt distracted, Sebastian smirked and carefully slid of Kurt's underwear before climbing up on the bed. He positioned himself over Kurt and gradually lowered his body until he had him pinned deliciously beneath him.

For Kurt's security and nerves, Sebastian took longer than he normally would have kissing and running his hands over his body. He never really made the effort to be as courteous with past bedmates but hearing the range of sounds Kurt gave when touched in different areas was a new-found wonder. He revelled in making him mew and it turned him on more knowing he was causing it. Kurt wanted him – Kurt Hummel – and he wanted him bad. Still, he took his time. After a while, he lay back and gave the other man the chance to explore him. Smaller hands ventured across his body, learning him. Kurt mapped him out with tenderness, kissing and nipping as his fingers smoothed over his muscles. Then they grazed his manhood and Sebastian let out a deep groan of want. He wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer and thankfully Kurt saw it in his eyes.

In a move that was so sexually charged yet tantalisingly innocent, Kurt eased off him and shuffled away so he could get himself on all fours on the mattress. He dipped his head back and bashfully presented himself. 'Sebastian...' He moaned softly. That was all that was needed. His whole body on fire from just watching Kurt like that, Sebastian got to his knees and took Kurt by the hips to pull him closer. Another mew as Kurt's own dick licked the bedsheets under him by accident. Unable to hold off another minute, Sebastian dove into him.

The night slipped by in a blur of stars, sweat and screams of pure ecstasy. They made love for hours until the sun threatened to break and their writhing bodies collapsed together in exhaustion, then they managed to curl up in each other's arms to sleep another day away.

A.N. Okay, so I cheated you all out on a steamy scene, but I wasn't sure it would work having Kurt's important insecurities merge with *ahem* filth. ;) So, with that being acknowledged, I hereby promise a love making scene at the start of the next chapter. It fits in with my belief that after their first time, Kurtbastian will be at it like rabbits! Sadly, their joy will soon be attacked yet again so I hope you enjoyed the reprieve they have had. Teaser: Sex (obviously), crocodile tears, bad kisses, and downright manipulation. If you haven't guessed already, we'll be welcoming back Blunter... Remember to review and give me your Blunter opinion as well!