A/N: No new warnings for this chapter. I do really appreciate reviews and comments - even constructive criticisms. I feel a little weird about the near radio silence from the last chapter. I know people are reading this because I see the number of hits it's getting. I am very new to writing fic, so I am still a bit tentative about it all. So it really helps to hear your feedback or just know whether or not you are enjoying this at all. Thanks!
Sebastian quickly scans Kurt's room and spots the open suitcase perched on a chair. It is only partially unpacked. Sebastian reaches immediately to the bottom of the suitcase and smiles when he pulls out the black plastic bag containing the toys he purchased online. He had hoped Kurt wouldn't find and remove them before finishing the packing job Sebastian had started for him. He puts the toys in Kurt's satchel and begins methodically working his way through the suitcase, the dresser and the closet to pick out an outfit for his meeting with Blaine.
Twenty minutes later, he glances at himself in the full-length mirror with a satisfied smirk. The black jeans are snug, but not restrictive. The button-down shirt is a deep, rich maroon and it makes Kurt's eyes look sparkling blue. The top few buttons are undone, allowing a small patch of luminous skin to peek out seductively. The hair is swept up artfully from Kurt's face. As a final touch, he rolls up his sleeves to mid-forearm and adds a thick, dark brown leather cuff to one wrist. Sebastian thinks it adds a subtle hint of kinkiness to the outfit. Perfect.
Sebastian taps Blaine's address into the navigation tool on Kurt's phone. One his way out of Lima, he sees a drug store ahead on the right. After a moment of hesitation, he swings into the store's parking lot. He really does need to start using condoms again. Guilt starts to creep in again as he thinks about Kurt at the clinic that morning. Sebastian really wasn't trying to punish Kurt by getting him a disease. He honestly hadn't thought about that at all. He just really wanted to feel what it was like to have sex without that latex barrier – to feel everything so intensely. He wanted to feel cum pulse inside of him. He wanted an experience he couldn't let himself have in his own body – at least not until he finds someone who wants an exclusive and trusting relationship with him. That is, if he ever wants that with someone. And it had all felt fantastic. And, he reluctantly admits to himself, there was a thrill in knowing that it would piss off Kurt and when he watched the video. But Sebastian really just didn't think about why he would never do this in his own body and exactly what that would mean for Kurt. And now he is feeling bad, and he doesn't want to feel bad. The whole reason he is paying all of this money and putting his own body through the stress of prolonged inactivity is to have fun. This is supposed to be a fun, thrilling adventure. Not a time to worry about the ethics of his behavior.
Sebastian runs a hand over his face and forces his thoughts away from the guilt. He focuses on Blaine and how much he has wanted him for so long. And now he can finally have him. Yes, that's better. And of course he would buy condoms – and lube – to be with Blaine. He is sure that Kurt and Blaine practice safe sex even with each other. And even if they didn't before, he is sure they would now that Blaine has had sex with someone else. Blaine doesn't need to know at all about Kurt's recent adventures.
Feeling more confident, Sebastian heads into the store. He has selects a supersize package of condoms (no reason not to be optimistic) and is studying the label on a bottle of lube when a large hand claps him on the shoulder.
"Duuude! You're back in town," the guy with the hand on Kurt's shoulder says jovially. Sebastian glances up at the guy's mohawk and vaguely recognizes him as one of the members of New Directions.
"Hey," Sebastian says noncommittally. He doesn't remember this guy's name and he has no idea what relationship he might have with Kurt. "I'm here for the wedding," he continues uncertainly.
"Yeah, we've all got to be here for Mr. Shue, right?" Mohawk guy glances at the items in Kurt's hands and grins. "Oh, hey I heard you had a boy in New York. You bring him with you?"
"Ahh – not exactly," Sebastian says, confused. Even with all his brashness, he never had such an obviously straight guy want to so discuss his sex life with him so openly. Maybe he's bi-curious, thinks Sebastian.
"Oh, I get it, man. Everybody hooks up at weddings," Mohawk gives an exaggerated wink. "I'm gonna buy some of these, too." He grabs a package of condoms at random, then stops and turns to Kurt with a serious expression. "Actually, I know this might be a weird thing to ask you, but Finn asked me once and I didn't have an answer for him. And now I kind of need the same advice."
Definitely bi-curious, thinks Sebastian. His eyes travel over Mohawk's body for a quick appraisal. He's built, but still slim. Decent enough face. The hair is kind of gross, but Sebastian is willing to overlook it. Yes, he would agree to a three-some or whatever this guy might be leading up to. "Go on," he says encouragingly.
"Well, it's for Jake, really," Mohawk starts.
Here we go, thinks Sebastian.
"Did I tell you about him?"
Sebastian shakes his head and waits.
"He's actually my half-brother."
Okay, this might be too weird even for me, Sebastian thinks.
"My bastard of a dad cheated on my mom with Jake's mom. Jake knew about me, but I just found out about him this year. He's pretty cool. He can sing, he's a great dancer, and he's almost as hot as me. He's in Glee club, too," Mohawk continues.
Sebastian is staring now. Does this guy seriously want to fuck his own half-brother? But Mohawk is saying all of this so casually. Maybe the guy is gay and he's trying to set Kurt up with him? "Wow," he says. It seems like an appropriate and yet noncommittal response.
Mohawk says, "I know, right? Anyway, it's kind of cool to have a brother now. I guess you know about that to with Finn being your stepbrother now. Do you give each other advice and stuff?"
"Sometimes," Sebastian says.
"Cool. So, I like giving Jake advice. And he's been asking me about this girl he likes. She wants to take things real slow, and he was having a hard time with it, but I've been helping him – you know, talking about it and stuff. Anyway, he's been doing all these romantic things all week – flowers, singing to her, gifts. And he thinks she'll be ready to seal the deal at the wedding."
"Uh-huh," Sebastian nods. Now he's really confused. At least it's not about incest or anything, but he still doesn't understand why this guy wants Kurt's advice with this situation.
"So, I'm supposed to help him make it all happen. I'm gonna make sure he has a room at the hotel where they're having the reception. And I need to get him some condoms cause he doesn't want to get a girl preggers like I did," Mohawk continues.
Sebastian is getting frustrated with all of this. He really doesn't want to be late getting to Blaine's house. So he says, "I really don't see what all of this has to do with me."
"But Kurt, you have gay sex. At least, I'm pretty sure you do. Did." Sebastian raises Kurt's eyebrow and waits for him to continue. "You must know all about condoms. I'm hoping you can help me pick them out. I told Jake I'd take care of it, but I've never used them myself, so…" Mohawk looks at Kurt pleadingly.
Sebastian rolls Kurt's eyes and grabs the package out of the guy's hands. "You don't want these – they're ribbed and it means your brother isn't going to feel anything." He grabs two other packages off the shelf and holds them out. "Take these. One for you and one for your brother. You really need to start protecting yourself. You already got one girl pregnant and you could get all kinds of diseases. Have you been tested?" Sebastian figures this is something Kurt might say, plus it gives him the bonus of feeling like he is atoning for his own unsafe behavior in Kurt's body.
Mohawk rolls his eyes and says, "Okay, okay. If I wanted a lecture, I would have asked Quinn." But he takes both packages. "Thanks, dude. You're totally badass. I'll see if I can score you a room key, too." He turns and heads toward the cash register, calling "Later, Kurt," over his shoulder.
Sebastian turns and plucks a small bottle of lube to add to the larger one and the condoms. He strolls around the store for a few minutes until the guy with the Mohawk is gone before he brings his own purchases up to the cash register. He's going to have to check Kurt's Facebook later to figure out his friends' names if he doesn't want to raise too many suspicions at the wedding.
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Blaine opens the door before he is even halfway up the path from the driveway.
"Kurt!" he shouts happily. "I can't believe it! You're actually here." Blaine's whole face is lit up with a huge grin and his eyes are wide with adoration. He smiles even wider as he takes in Kurt's appearance. "You look great, as always," he says reverently as he steps back to let Kurt in.
Sebastian pulls Blaine into a hug and says, "Of course I'm here." He closes his eyes and breathes in Blaine's cologne. He savors the feeling of being pressed up against Blaine's hot body. Then he lets go and strides past Blaine into the foyer. He puts Kurt's satchel on the floor, leaning it against the legs of the hall table. Sebastian smirks as he thinks about the toys it contains – now joined by his drug store purchases. Smoothing his smirk into a gentle smile, Sebastian turns to Blaine and says, "You look good, too."
Blaine looks down at the floor with a shy smile. Meeting Kurt's eyes again, he asks, "How was your flight?"
"Uneventful," says Sebastian.
"Oh, that's good. Well, let's not stand in the hallway. Come on in. Do you want something to drink? Your usual?" Blaine asks as he walks toward the kitchen.
"Sure," says Sebastian, following Blaine and wondering what Kurt's 'usual' is. His eyes drift toward Blaine's ass.
As Blaine bustles around the kitchen getting glasses, ice, lemons, and a pitcher of clear brown liquid that must be iced tea, Sebastian leans back against the counter. Blaine gushes about how amazing the wedding is going to be, all the songs that their friends are planning to perform, and how their performance of "Just Can't Get Enough" is going to be such a crowd-pleaser. Sebastian stays pretty quiet, just murmuring small sounds of encouragement as Blaine babbles.
Blaine drops a lemon wedge into the cool glass of iced tea and hands it to Sebastian. He reaches for a small jar then stops and says, "Oh, wait. I was going to give you sugar, but I remember we have some splenda in the cupboard. I know you would rather have that." Sebastian enjoys the view as Blaine reaches for the box on the top shelf of the cabinet. He's up on his toes and his shirt is stretched taut, a small strip of skin showing just above the waist of his jeans. Sebastian walks up behind him and effortlessly grabs the box that is still just outside of Blaine's grasp. He presses his body up against Blaine for a moment and relishes the quiet gasp Blaine makes at the contact.
He puts the box down on the counter and steps back just enough to allow Blaine to turn around. Facing each other, faces inches apart, he can feel Blaine's breath on his face. Blaine is staring into his eyes, transfixed. His eyes move back and forth as his focus shifts from one of Kurt's eyes to the other. Sebastian holds his gaze, pleased when Blaine's eyes drop briefly to his lips before meeting his eyes again. Sebastian is leans in slightly, closing the distance between them. Blaine licks his lips and parts them slightly, also leaning in and closing his eyes.
Just before their lips meet, both of them jump at the sharp noise of a ringtone on its highest setting. EVERY LITTLE THING THAT YOU SAY OR DO, I'M HUNG UP, I'M HUNG UP ON YOU. Sebastian spins away from Blaine, clutching his hand over his racing heart. "Jesus, Blaine," he shouts to be heard over the blaring music. "I'm going to die of a surprise attack by a bad Madonna song. What the hell?"
Blaine lunges for the phone on the far end of the kitchen counter. "Sorry," he yelps. "It's just Tina." The music abruptly stops and now Blaine is talking into the phone, "Tina, hi." Blaine gives Sebastian an apologetic look and starts to pace while he listens and throws in an occasional "mmm-hmm" or "yes". Sebastian dumps some splenda into the iced tea and stirs it, leaning back against the counter to take a drink. He's starting to get annoyed about the interruption, and he crosses his arms, scowling.
Blaine glances at him nervously. "Um, listen, Tay-tay. I really can't talk now. Kurt's here….yes, we're at my house. We're going to rehearse our duet for tomorrow." Blaine listens for a moment. Sebastian can hear the tinny voice increase in volume, but can't make out the specific words. Blaine continues, occasionally interrupted by the voice on the other end. "Yes, I know…..Yes…..Come on, Tina. You and I can still sing something, too….. Sure, we can rehearse later tonight?" The last sentence comes out as a question, as Blaine looks toward Sebastian with his brows raised, clearly looking for permission.
Sebastian shrugs and Blaine says, "Okay, yes that's good. I'll see you later." He hangs up the phone with a sigh. "Kurt, I'm so sorry."
"What was all that about?" asks Sebastian.
"Oh, Tina's been a bit sensitive lately. I don't really understand it. But we've become really good friends this year and I'm trying to be supportive," Blaine shrugs.
Sebastian thinks about the half of the conversation that he heard and asks, "Does she have a problem with us singing together or something?"
Blaine laughs. "Oh, I doubt it. I mean, she's your friend, too. And she knows how I feel about you. That I still love you." His smile drops and he looks intently at Sebastian. "You know that I still love you, don't you, Kurt? I really am so sorry about what I did. I would do anything to get your trust back again."
Sebastian smiles sweetly, "Of course I know that, Blaine." He wonders if he should wait until after they rehearse to move this conversation into Blaine's bedroom. Yes, I probably should, he thinks reluctantly. My dance moves are for shit after an orgasm. "Why don't we get started with the number? We can talk more about how to get my trust back after we rehearse, okay? I can't wait to hear the arrangement you came up with for us."
Blaine beams hopefully, then grabs Kurt's hand and practically bounds into the living room, where the sofas and chairs are pushed back haphazardly against the walls to make room for dancing.
Though Sebastian finds it a bit weird to sing with a different range from his own, he actually has a great time practicing the song with Blaine. He also adds a lot of flirty and sexy moves to the choreography. They run through the final version of the number twice when Blaine's phone blares again with EVERY LITTLE THING THAT YOU SAY OR DO, I'M HUNG UP, I'M HUNG UP ON YOU.
"God, you just talked to her an hour ago," complains Sebastian as he collapses into one of the sofas.
"Hey, Tina. What is it?" Blaine huffs into the phone, out of breath from all the dancing. "What time tomorrow? Oh, I forgot about that. Hey, I know we said we'd go together, but I didn't know for sure if Kurt was going to be here. And now he's here…"
Tina is so loud with anger now that Sebastian can make out most of the words. "Oh, no! No you do not dare, Blaine Devon Anderson! You asked me to go with you to the wedding as your date. You cannot back out on me now. You can't make me go alone! Mike is going to be there, for God's sake!"
Blaine is wincing and holding the phone away from his ear. He mouths at Sebastian, "You do want to go with me, right?" Sebastian nods and mouths back, "Of course."
"I'm sorry, Tina. But we're all going to be there together as friends. No one is going to care about who drove with who or who's sitting with who. I'll definitely save at least one dance for you," placates Blaine.
"I cannot believe this! I am the one who is always there for you. Kurt destroyed you and now he is just going to waltz back in to your life and you drop everything –"
"Tina," Blaine cuts her off. "Kurt's still here. You don't want him to hear you."
The tinny voice on the other end drops a decibel and Sebastian can no longer understand the words. But he is finding the whole situation pretty amusing. Apparently this friend Tina has a ridiculous girl crush on Blaine. He's not sure if Blaine has no idea or if he's just trying to be nice to his friend. Blaine continues, "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Tina. But Kurt is only here for this week and then he'll be back in New York. I want to spend time with him while I can. You and I will have plenty of time to hang out when he leaves…Okay, I really should go now…I know…I know…..okay. Bye."
Blaine drops onto the other end of the sofa with a sigh. "How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough," says Sebastian, amusement dancing in his eyes. "She sounds jealous."
"Yeah, I guess. She's really sweet, though. She's been such a great friend," Blaine says earnestly. Realization dawns on his face and he says, "Oh, I am such an idiot! I just realized that I basically told Tina on the phone that I am taking you to the wedding. And I did that right in front of you. And I didn't actually ask you yet."
Sebastian laughs. Blaine really is adorable. And it's turning him on. "Of course I'll go with you, Blaine. I'd be delighted to.
"Should I pick you up, or do you want to meet there?" asks Blaine timidly.
"You can pick me up. What time are we supposed to be there?"
"Umm, I think it starts at eleven. The church is right in Lima, so it should only take a few minutes to get there from your house. I can pick you up at quarter to eleven. Then you can sleep in or make breakfast for your family if you want," says Blaine.
"No," says Sebastian with a flirty lilt. "Pick me up at ten fifteen. That will give us time to talk before we head in. Because we should talk. About what you can do to re-build my trust."
"Okay," breathes Blaine, stunned. "I really wasn't sure if you would give me that opportunity. But I'm so glad. Oh, God, Kurt. You have no idea how happy that makes me."
Sebastian drapes Kurt's body artfully against the armrest of the sofa, facing Blaine. He pats the seat right next to him and says, "Why are you so far away?"
"Really?" Blaine asks with a hopeful smile. When Sebastian nods, Blaine scoots closer. Sebastian puts Kurt's arm around Blaine and pulls him close. Blaine rests his head against Kurt's shoulder and sighs. Sebastian traces Kurt's fingers up and down Blaine's arm. He thinks about everything he can get Blaine to do under this guise of re-building trust. Pressing a kiss into the hard mat of slicked-back hair at the top of Blaine's head, he thinks the first thing he'll do is get Blaine to forgo the gel. He imagines running his hands easily through the silky hair, then gripping at the base of it to yank Blaine's head back as he sucks hot patterns into his neck.
Sebastian thinks about the toys in his bag, and he feels Kurt's dick twitch with interest as he imagines Blaine's mouth stretched wide with the spring-loaded gag, open and waiting and drooling for Sebastian's – well, Kurt's but it doesn't really matter – throbbing cock to plunge in. His fingers catch on Blaine's sleeve on an upward sweep of his arm, and he slides his fingers under the sleeve, pressing and messaging Blaine's bicep slowly. Blaine has placed his hand on Kurt's stomach and is rubbing small circles there.
Sebastian wonders just how far he could go with Blaine and lets out a soft sigh. He probably won't be using any gags today. He's going to have to ease Blaine into that. He doesn't know much about Kurt and Blaine's sex life, but he imagines it was pretty vanilla. He chuckles inwardly as he thinks about that first time he met Kurt, eyes flashing and nose in the air, condescending "pleasure" dripping out of his lips as he shook Sebastian's hand once, then dropped it. Kurt had looped his arm through Blaine's possessively and immediately took on Sebastian's challenge to go to Scandals, taking control even as Blaine timidly explained that it wasn't really their thing. Kurt, who was ridiculously fierce in spite of his girly clothes and high, lilting voice. Kurt, who didn't seem to realize how unsubtle he was being when he told Blaine they had "so many firsts to scratch off our lists." Who didn't seem to realize that he had just broadcasted to Sebastian that he and Blaine were still virgins.
Of course, he's sure that they have had sex since then. Hell, they probably started the night they all went to Scandal. They were all over each other as soon as Kurt stalked over from the bar and squished himself in between Sebastian and Blaine on the dance floor. But Sebastian just can't imagine that guys who dated for almost a year before they even had sex would have gotten too kinky in the – what was it – six months – between losing their virginities and breaking up.
Sebastian resigns himself to taking things a little more slowly with Blaine than he had originally hoped. But, the adoration in Blaine's eyes and the desperation to prove himself that he is oozing from every pore is intoxicating. Sebastian can't wait to see what he can push Blaine to do.
"Let's start talking about trust right now, shall we?" Sebastian says, still tracing patterns on Blaine's arm. He knows that Blaine cheated on Kurt, but he doesn't really know all the details that could be useful as he pushes Blaine toward his limits. He decides now is the time to find out.
Blaine sits up and looks at him questioningly with his big, honey-colored eyes. "Okay," he says. "I'm happy to talk with you about anything you want, Kurt."
Sebastian sculpts Kurt's face into a soft smile and says, "Good. I need you to tell me more about the cheating." He is hoping he can get away with this vague prompt. After all, he has no idea what Kurt and Blaine have already discussed.
Blaine's face falls a bit and he can't quite meet Kurt's eyes as he pleads, "Look, Kurt. It was so stupid. I was so wrong. And I am so sorry." His voice rises in pitch and speeds up until his pleas are almost frantic. "Believe me, I would take it all back if I could. It didn't mean anything and I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just tell me what to do – "
"Shhhh," Sebastian soothes, taking Blaine's hands in his. "I'm glad to hear that. And I'm going to let you make it up to me. You can start by answering my questions."
Blaine nods and says, "Okay."
"Good. First, tell me – how many times?"
Blaine's eyes widen in horror. "Oh, my God! You think it was more than once? No wonder you never want to talk to me! It was just that one time, right before I surprised you by coming two weeks early to visit in New York. I swear! Don't look at me like that!"
Sebastian rubs the back of Blaine's hands with his thumbs. Obviously, the two of them haven't talked about this very much. "I believe you," he says and Blaine slumps a bit, relieved. "Who was it?"
"You asked this before, but I really don't see how it's going to help for you to know," Blaine says slowly.
"If you want me to trust you, you have to be willing to answer my questions. All of them," Sebastian responds.
Blaine pulls back his hands and uses them to cover his face. "You're right. Okay. But, this is so embarrassing. I don't even really know the guy. He's a friend of a friend of a friend who I met at Trent's party over the summer. You know, the one you couldn't go to because your cousins were in town. Anyway, the guy, Eli, found me on Facebook after that and we would chat sometimes. Then later, he started flirting. It started just after you left. I just found it so hard to not have you here. And I was lonely. And it seemed like you didn't have time for me. It made me feel good to have this guy pay attention to me. And I thought it was just harmless fun. Oh God, I am so stupid," Blaine groans.
Before he can censor himself, Sebastian blurts out, "I really thought you would cheat with Sebastian."
"I know," says Blaine. "I actually did think about calling him. But I knew that would really piss you off. I thought if you didn't know the guy, if I didn't really know him, if it didn't mean anything…" Blaine trails off, hands still covering his face.
Sebastian can't believe that Blaine almost came to him for sex and then went to some random guy instead. I have the worst luck, he thinks. Curious, he asks, "It sounds like you gave this some thought. If you were chatting with this Eli guy on Facebook for so many weeks – it was weeks right?" Blaine nods through his hands and Sebastian continues. "What made you decide to get together with him right before you came to New York?"
Blaine peeks out through his fingers and nearly whispers, "It was that day you called when you were working the phones at Vogue and you said you couldn't talk because you were so busy. You got off the phone with me because someone called you wanted to gossip with. And I said 'I love you', but you had already hung up." Blaine stops and looks up at the ceiling for a moment before he continues. "Oh, God. Now I'm making it sound like I think it's your fault. I don't think that, I swear. I was just lonely and I felt so bad about myself. And I missed you. And then Eli pinged me, and asked me to come over, and I said yes. It was just a hook-up. It didn't mean anything."
Sebastian is surprised to find himself getting angry on Kurt's behalf – as well as his own. He really just started this line of inquiry to pick up something to use later if he needs to guilt Blaine into doing something kinky. But he can hear the indignant tone of his voice as he says, "You keep saying that it didn't mean anything. Is that supposed to make me feel better, that you would just screw around with some random guy because you couldn't wait a few more days to see me? What exactly did you do with him? Did you let him fuck you?"
Blaine gets on his knees on the floor in front of Kurt, grabbing for his hands and staring into his eyes. Silent tears slip from his eyes and roll down his cheeks. "Please, Kurt, I'm so sorry. You're right, it was stupid. It was a mistake."
"Answer me, dammit! What did you do with him? Did he fuck you?" Kurt's voice is hard and dangerously low.
Blaine buries his head into Kurt's knees and whimpers a quiet, "Yes."
"You filthy whore." Sebastian shocks himself when he hears those words come out of Kurt's mouth. He is surprised and angry that Blaine, who had seemed so in love with Kurt and had rejected Sebastian's own advances so many times, would have fucked some random guy instead of waiting for a few weeks to see Kurt – or even calling to talk to him about it. He is surprised that Blaine is so weak. He grudgingly admits to himself that, girly or not, Kurt is by far the stronger of the pair.
"You're right. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't deserve you," Blaine is babbling into Kurt's legs through his tears. Sebastian lets him continue with the apologies and the self-deprecation. All of this blubbering and pleading and weakness make Blaine significantly less attractive. On the other hand, he has Blaine – sex-on-a-stick Blaine – on his knees begging him for forgiveness. Babbling that he'll do anything, anything, to get Kurt's trust back – to make up for what he did.
Sebastian shushes Blaine into silence. He says, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you that."
Blaine looks up at him in surprise, still sniffling.
"I think I'm willing to let you try to make it up to me. But whatever happens, it goes at my pace and I call all the shots," says Sebastian.
Blaine wipes at his eyes and gives Sebastian a small smile. "That's just amazing, Kurt. Thank you. I promise you won't regret it."
Sebastian tugs on Blaine's arms and guides him back onto the couch. Blaine is looking at him with wonder in his eyes, like he is more precious than any gold or diamonds. Sebastian strokes Blaine's cheek, then leans in and presses their lips together. Blaine sags into him and grasps both sides of his face with his hands, rubbing gently circles on the skin with his thumbs.
Just as they are shifting to deepen the kiss, the doorbell rings. That is rapidly followed by pounding on the door and Tina's shouts of "Blainey-days! Open up!"
Sebastian breaks away from Blaine and rolls his eyes. "She does remember that you're gay, doesn't she?"
Blaine laughs quietly and sniffs again, brushing the last of the tear streaks from his eyes and cheeks. "I promised her I would rehearse a number with her for the wedding."
Sebastian realizes that he isn't going to get any farther with Tina at the house. He also remembers promising Kurt's father that he would be home before 6pm. "I better go. I'll see you tomorrow."
He picks up Kurt's satchel as Blaine opens the door, cutting off another round of insistent chimes and knocks.
"Hi Blaine!" Tina sings out cheerily. Her smile drops when she spots Kurt. "Oh, Kurt. You're still here."
"Well, hello to you to, Tina," Sebastian huffs in his best approximation of an indignant Kurt. "I'm just on my way out."
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean that the way it sounded," Tina says contritely. "It's good to see you." She steps in and reaches her arms around him for a second in a weak hug, which he doesn't bother to return.
"I'll see you both tomorrow," Sebastian says as he struts out the door.
He is glad he'll have some time to plan out his strategy to keep Blaine desperate and begging for forgiveness. It will be a great way to escalate the dirtiness of the sex they're going to have. Oh, Kurtsie-boy, he thinks. You and I are going to have loads of fun at this wedding.