A/N: Just starting Chapter Seventeen right now. I am on a roll. Hope it stays like that. Although a certain scene was supposed to be in this chapter, but it didn't come out until sixteen. Just so you know, I do try to fix all my errors and grammar, but I can't catch them all. I apologize if there are snags that makes reading a little bit difficult.

Chapter Fourteen

It was a few nights before Sectionals when Burt and Carole had returned from their trip to Washington DC. They were scheduled to go back next month. Everyone was out of the house at McKinley except for Sebastian who was sitting in the kitchen drinking an iced green tea, and his left leg kept bouncing up and down at what he was about to do.

"Sebastian?" Burt poked his head into the kitchen surprised to find the Dalton boy alone.

"Hello, Burt," Sebastian said turning around on the stool. "How was your trip?"

"Exhausting. What are you doing here alone? You didn't get into it with Kurt did you?" he asked with a hint of concern. For some reason, he kind of liked Sebastian even though he didn't know the boy well. He seemed to do Kurt a world of good.

"No, but I would like to talk about Kurt if you don't mind?"

Burt frowned. "This isn't about me giving a sex talk to my son is it?" he asked sternly. "I really didn't like the ambush I got from Blaine."

Sebastian made a face of disgust. "I know all about that. I could not believe when Kurt told me." He shook his head.

"Fine, let me grab a beer. I think I might need one."

"Probably," Sebastian said wishing he could ask for one too.

Burt didn't like the sound of that. Carole smiled sweetly, and placed her hand on Sebastian's shoulder. "It's nice to see you again. We had hoped to get in early enough to watch our boys at Sectionals."

"Nice to see you, Carole." She was really nice. It was no wonder Kurt was fond of her. Pity, her son didn't develop the same qualities.

"I shall go upstairs, and change into something comfortable." She looked down at the business suit she was wearing with a wrinkle of her nose. "Formalities are not my specialty."

"Neither are they mine," Burt muttered tugging on his tie.

Once she was gone, Sebastian swiveled back around to face Burt. "What I'm about to tell you will likely get me killed by Kurt. He seems to always want to take the highroad, and I'm afraid that his so called highroad will get him hurt in the end."

Burt frowned. "I don't understand?"

"I'm going to tell you some hard facts about myself so you can get a picture as to why I'm doing this in the first place."

"You think we should take this to the living room? I might need a more comfortable position."

Sebastian nodded, and snatched his drink, and led the way into the living room where he sat elegantly in an armchair as Burt took the one opposite.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"I didn't like Kurt when I first met him."

"He told me as much."

"He never told you why I didn't like him?"

"Is this because of Blaine?"

"Yes and no. I didn't like him because I was threatened by him."

"Threatened?" Burt asked frowning. What would his little boy do to be threatening? He was so sweet and loving.

Sebastian looked down at his hands with a rather humorless smile. "I knew what Kurt could do to me. He was dangerous for who I was. I was the boy who didn't really care who he slept with."

Burt grimaced. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear this.

"I took men often, and I can't remember any of their names or even their hair color. I liked it that way, and Blaine was my prospect." He looked revolted now. "All I knew at the time was that Kurt was dangerous, and Blaine was naïve to the bone. I invited them to come with me to a gay bar in Lima."

Closing his eyes, Burt pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't like this so far, Sebastian."

"I know, and as I said Kurt will kill me when he finds out. You should know, Kurt did not drink."

"Kurt told me that Blaine drank a lot, and tried to come onto him. He told me that much, but he is hiding a lot."

"He is," Sebastian said with a frown. "I guess he is worried about you. He told me about your heart condition, but I thought that it would be best if you knew the truth, and then I can get to what I'm really here for."

"Okay, I'm listening." It was time to go into quiet non-patronizing mode like he did with Kurt. It was hard, but he was learning.

"Here's where it gets bad. I was in the bar very angry that Kurt was taking my conquest out the door. I decide to go take a walk to get some fresh air, and I come out of Scandals only to hear someone screaming. I run to where the sound was, and Blaine had Kurt on the ground with his hands behind his back."

Burt bolted up right, and his eyes went wide before narrowing into cat-like slits. "He – what?" He touched his chest, and Sebastian winced.

"Calm down, Burt. I stepped in, and threw Blaine off Kurt. I told him to get lost or I was going to call the police. I didn't because my number one concern at that moment was Kurt."

Burt breathed slowly through his nose, and leaned back in the couch. His face had a haunting shadow. "You took care of my boy?"

"I did. I was revolted that night. I may have taken plenty of men to my bed, but I never had to force anyone. That went beyond everything I believe in, and what I believe in wasn't much at the time. I needed you to know this."

"Go on."

"I gave him a change of clothes, and helped calm down before allowing him drive home. That's why he didn't get in until three o' clock. I needed to make sure he was alright. Despite what you might believe, Scandals is not very scandalous. It's about the only place we can go, and not be stared at like we're automatically going to hell. There are a lot of good people there, and I believe Blaine has been banned because the guy at the door had seen Kurt's state."

"That's good."

"I wasn't going to contact him again, but I started asking the Warblers about Kurt, and from their words, I had to make sure he was alright. I knew it was dangerous for me."

"Why? You keep saying that. Why would my boy be dangerous to you?"

"Before Kurt, I never had a relationship. I never thought about it. I figured they were pointless because all it did was cause trouble. Kurt was dangerous because I knew what he could do to me. He had the potential to hurt me in a way that I have kept myself from being hurt."

"You love him."

Sebastian frowned at that, but he didn't refute it. "I never had friends, and I never had relationships. I kept everyone at arms length, but with Kurt came people on all sides of me, and it was frustrating at first. The more I hung around to figure out what Kurt was the more I realized that I couldn't let him go. I care about him a lot. When we returned from Kentucky with Sam, Blaine went crazy because of Sam's closeness to Kurt."

Burt frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Sam is Kurt's friend, and they were joking around in the glee room. I was there, and when Sam was attempting to teach Kurt a move, Blaine acted out. Sam and I had to step in before it escalated any further. Blaine is mostly repressed, but he is also very violent. In Dalton he and a few guys started an underground club called 'The Fight Club.' As little as the shit is he's not weak by any means."

"You saying my son might be in danger?" he asked darkly.

"I don't know, Burt. I simply don't trust him, and Kurt won't tell anyone what happened that night so others will understand. Some of them believe Kurt is in the wrong when he's not. I'm bringing all of this up because I have decided for the first time in my life to transfer to a public school. I wanted your permission to do that. I need to keep watch on Kurt, and I don't want you to think that I'm being a stalker."

There were a lot of things Burt had been expecting, but for Sebastian to ask him if he could transfer to McKinley because of his son's welfare was not something he expected. Sebastian was sitting there looking relaxed, but Burt could see beyond the facade. Blaine was always sucking up to Burt, and that always annoyed him, but he had expected it. Sebastian however did not suck up, he was not a brown-noser, and he told Burt some very difficult facts. The type of facts that would have any father keep their little boy or girl away from someone like him. But the honesty, Burt respected honesty.

"Where do you live, son?"

"Columbus, Ohio. Really though that's only for formality. In the summer I either go out of the country or find a nice hotel somewhere. My father and I do not get along. I've never wanted for anything, but that's because he figures if he gives me what I want then he won't have to see me. My mother and sister are always traveling so family to me is nothing. I lived with my aunt in Paris for a couple years, and she is about as close to real family as it gets."

That was painful to hear, and Burt kind of thought that maybe Sebastian's fooling around was a way to be close to someone without having to feel for them. He wouldn't say that to Sebastian of course, but Burt was not an idiot. Sebastian was a lost child, and somehow he had found Kurt, and hooked onto him.

Burt liked Sebastian. He really truly liked him.

"You're going to need a place to stay. I know I am going to kick myself later, but I cannot in good conscience allow you to add more miles to that beautiful car outside than what you already have. Oh Lord, I started with one boy and now I have four. You are staying with us."

Sebastian blinked in surprise. It wasn't a question, and there was no room for argument. The look in Burt's eyes were serious.

Carole was leaning against the wall having listened to most of the story, and her heart ached for the sweet young man. He really loved Kurt. He might not understand it yet, but his actions spoke way louder than words ever could.

"If you're sure? I was going to set up a hotel room at the Ramada Inn."

"No, a teenager does not need to be living out of a hotel. You will move in here, and I'm sure Kurt won't argue too much. You mean a lot to Kurt, kid. You do something to him that differs from what that little asshole did. My son is happy, and he's eighteen. It is true that I have to keep going back and forth to DC and it would be nice to know that I have others looking out for my son when I cannot. It's one of the main reasons why I let Sam stay here without question."

"Thank you, Burt." He looked over his shoulder at Carole. "Thank you as well."

"No problem sweetie. If I can see Kurt smile the way he does with you every day you're welcome here."

Burt had a strange look on his face, somewhere between happiness and uncertainty. It was like he was trying to talk himself into something, and Sebastian wondered what that was.

"I guess I can't ask you to keep your hands off my son, can I?"

Sebastian wanted to cross his arms, but that would be defensive. He didn't want to act like an ass, but he didn't want to lie either. "I'm not going to lie to you, Burt. However, I will keep him safe."

"Why?" Burt asked looking away at the portrait of Elizabeth Hummel on the wall. "You told me about your past, and so I wonder why would you want to keep my son safe?"

Sebastian pursed his lips together. Did he really need to know why? "It's simple really. Kurt matters to me."

Burt blinked and shock clearly wiped away the unusual expression. He turned to look at Sebastian as if he were seeing an alien. "Okay then."

Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "Okay?"

"Okay," he repeated and then cleared his throat. "Shall I make arrangements with McKinley?"

"I would appreciate that. I will have to return to Dalton and retrieve my things."

oOo

When Kurt returned that night from arranging the Sectionals outfits, he was surprised to find Sebastian gone, and his whole family including Sam in the living room.

"What's going on?" he asked feeling a little worried. Surely, they wouldn't kick Sebastian out.

Burt chuckled. "No hello?"

"Hi," Kurt said weakly. "Where's Sebastian?"

Sam smiled and patted the arm of the chair. "Come sit."

Kurt looked at the encouraging smile, and hesitantly sat on the edge.

"I was telling the boys about the new development," Burt said casually.

"What development? Why isn't Sebastian here? What did you do?"

Chuckling, Burt shook his head. "I didn't do anything, Kurt."

He looked to Sam who nodded once. "Calm down." He placed a hand on Kurt's knee. "Sebastian hasn't been kicked out or anything."

"Then what?"

Finn was grumbling, and had his arms crossed. "Why does he have to be here? I don't like him."

Carole shot her son a sharp look. "You have been overruled by everyone in this house, honey. You should deal with it."

"But, I can't have my girlfriend here why should Kurt get to have his boyfriend?"

Kurt heard the emphasis, and he didn't like it. He was also very confused.

"Because your girlfriend doesn't go to school two hours away, and not only that but you've shown no signs of helping Kurt when someone decides to bully him," Carole said in disappointment.

Finn flinched at the look he was receiving from both Burt and his mom. "If this is about Blaine-"

"I don't want to hear that shit's name in this house," Burt growled angrily. His face became red, and Kurt placed a hand to his chest.

"Dad?"

Burt turned to his son. "I know everything, Kurt. I know what he tried to do to you."

All the color that was left in Kurt's face had drained. Sam was frowning, and Carole was looking down sadly.

"Don't worry sweetie, we haven't told anyone," she insisted.

"How did you find out?" he asked fearfully.

"Sebastian told me. I'm glad you finally have someone to care so much about you."

"What does Sebastian have to do with all this?" he asked feeling a little dizzy.

"He told me some things, Kurt. He told me the truth, and I respect the truth. I like his brutal honesty. I know about his past."

Kurt swallowed, and stared down at the keys in his hand. "Oh, you know that Sebastian-"

"Yes, I'm aware."

"What?" Finn asked looking from Burt to Kurt. "Did he do drugs or something?"

Kurt scowled. "No way!"

Sam chuckled. "I know," he said shrugging carelessly. "Only someone with that sort of past would be so protective and possessive of the one person who has changed him for the better."

"I didn't change, Sebastian," Kurt defended. "I don't want to change Sebastian! I like him the way he is."

"That means a lot, you know," Carole assured. "You accept him, and all his flaws."

Kurt was feeling a little troubled. "So, why isn't he here?"

"He's currently in Westerville packing."

"Packing?"

Sam laughed quietly. "Burt, I don't think you should keep Kurt hanging like this. It's hurting him."

Burt nodded. "He's agreed to move in with us."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Huh? Why?"

"He wants to attend McKinley, and he asked me for my permission today. He feared that I would compare him to that little asshole, and that is why he sat down with me a few hours ago, and told me everything. He didn't want me to compare him to that bastard."

Sebastian wanted to attend McKinley? "Sebastian hates public schools!" he yelped. "I don't want him to go to McKinley for me, and be miserable."

"I don't think he will," Sam refuted. "I think he wants to do this, and that's why he asked your dad. He wouldn't have gone so far as to ask your father if he didn't want to do this. He wants to help protect you."

Kurt groaned, and rubbed the side of his face. "I can take care of myself. I have been for years."

"That's not the point, sweetie," Carole said softly. "The point is, he wants to be with you, and Westerville is a very long way to keep driving every single day."

"I thought you'd be happy?" Burt frowned. Had he made a mistake? Did he jump the gun?

Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat. He was happy. He was exhilarated that Sebastian would do all this to be with him. "I – I don't want him sacrificing so much for me. This is his first real relationship, and I don't want to ruin it by being clingy or obsessive. I – I'm happy, I want Sebastian here, but I don't want him to regret it."

"Kurt, Sebastian is not Blaine," Sam reminded.

"I know, but when Blaine transferred that's when things started going to hell, and I don't want to repeat that," said fearfully. "I don't think I can handle this if it goes bad."

"Why don't you let me make that decision, kitten?"

Kurt whirled around having not heard the door open at all. Sebastian was standing there with three bags at his feet. His arms were crossed. "Bastian?"

Sebastian glared at Kurt. "You will not ever compare me to Jafar. I will not have it."

"I – I'm sorry," he bit down on his lip.

"I know." He walked the length of the floor, and softly kissed Kurt right in front of everyone.

Finn looked away quickly, Burt sighed, but smiled, Carole squealed, and Sam chuckled.

"I don't start McKinley until Monday. I'm going to join the Warblers for Sectionals, and then I'll deal with the contaminated lower education of the public school system."

Kurt bowed his head, and pressed it to Sebastian's chest. He was doing well to ignore the watchers in the room. When Sebastian was around, Kurt found that not much else mattered. "Thank you."

"Now that Kurt-angst is out of the way, perhaps we should sit and talk about everything? We have a lot of people in this household," Burt interjected.

"I think we need another sofa," Carole joked as Sam jumped from the armchair.

"I can take the floor," he said smiling as Sebastian took the chair and pulled Kurt into his lap. Sam sat at their feet cross-legged.

"That is one item on the agenda. First, this house. After you guys graduate Carole and I are going to move to DC, but the house will still be here. Apparently, I need a residence in DC and the state I'm representing. It will be open to any of you kids who need it. Kurt has been signed as the head of the house, and all the decisions falls on him."

"Why him?"

"For one he's the best with money. Better than me most of the time. Your New Directions friends are welcome in any time of need. We've always made that clear. Also, I bought this house two days before Kurt was born, and I think it is only right that it belong to him."

Kurt opened his mouth to remind his dad that he was moving to New York whether he got into NYADA or not, but Burt hedged him off. "I already know that you're going to New York, but I don't want this house to fall into a stranger's hands. We have too many memories."

Carole smiled softly. "We're not leaving you out, Finn. If this was our house originally the decisions would fall on you."

"Yeah, I know."

"Everyone is apart of this family. That's how the Hummel's have always been. You come into this house, and you belong. That's the way it works." He looked at Sam and Sebastian. "If you need anything that's what we're here for. I've already talked to your parents, Sam."

Sam nodded, and looked down embarrassed by something. Kurt nudged him with the toe of his boot. "What's that mean?"

Sam sighed. "I missed a lot of school, and I don't think I can catch up in time. I didn't go to school when I lived in Kentucky, and McKinley wants to hold me back another year. They don't think I've developed enough. Those are Ms. Pillsbury's words not mine."

"Isn't it too early to tell?"

"Not according to them."

"Alright, the only rules I have in this house is knocking on bedroom doors before entering, and when you come out of your rooms or the bathroom make sure you're clothed." He looked at Finn. "If you decide to get into a fist fight boys go out back."

Kurt chuckled, and Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"I am not so old to where I don't know what happens when four teenage boys get in one room, disagree, and it escalates. I have three brothers, and one sister."

"And your sister is the most dangerous of you all," Kurt sing-songed playfully. "Besides, I don't need fists to beat anyone up."

"Except Jafar," Sebastian quipped.

"He doesn't count."

"Whatever it is, take it outside." He turned to Finn and Sam. "You two will have to share the bathroom upstairs. Carole and I have one in our rooms, and Kurt and Sebastian also have one. So it's up to you not to get into each other's way and make yourselves late."

Finn bobbed his head. "It's cool, I shower at night."

"I like the mornings otherwise I don't wake for nothing," Sam replied shifting so that his legs weren't being tortured by his position.

Kurt was looking at the second armchair in the room that Finn was in. "You know we should replace that armchair with a loveseat. A dark chocolate one."

"After Sectionals, I must return to DC. I have two appointments, but I made sure to let them know that I had to be back tonight and tomorrow. You will be on your own, and the card is still in Kurt's hands. Finn, I'm going to let you run the shop while I'm gone. Kurt already has too much on his plate."

"Sure, I can show Sam a few things too."

It was so surreal, Kurt thought as he took some of Sebastian's things down to his room that night. He was elated, and a little scared. Sebastian really wanted to do this? He was also nervous, and he didn't know why. Sebastian had been there all week, and Kurt hadn't felt like this.

"You okay, kitten? Not happy I'm here invading your den?" he teased with a flash of that Prince like smirk.

"I'm very happy, Sebastian," he whispered quietly.

"Not mad that I told your dad what happened? I really needed him to understand-"

"Well, I'm not happy about it, but I understand," Kurt murmured. He sat on the bed, and folded his hands into his lap. "I don't want you sacrificing so much. I'm kind of scared."

"Scared?" Sebastian put his things down, and walked right over to Kurt, and stood in front of him. "What are you so scared of? I mean, I admit you might need to be scared of me at night when I decide to wake you up from your beauty sleep, and fuck you. But, I've done that most of the week, and you never seem to mind."

Kurt laughed. "I – I don't know. I don't mean to compare you to Blaine – never!" he stressed on the word. "I guess I'm afraid of messing things up. I'm prissy, and I'm a bitch-" He tried to continue, but Sebastian had placed a hand on his mouth. Glancing up, he saw a fierce look in his eyes.

"Don't use that word. I don't like it," he commanded sharply. "Never call yourself that."

"Sorry," Kurt muttered when Sebastian let go. "But, I'm bossy."

"Don't I know it? However, you forgot something, I'm bossier and I'm demanding." He sat beside Kurt, and pulled him into his chest.

Smiling, Kurt curled into Sebastian's side, and rested his head lightly. "I'm really happy you're here."

"Good, then this makes the transition so much less painful. Besides, my poor car will thank me for this. Trust me."

Kurt giggled as he raised his hand, and playfully tapped Sebastian on the cheek. "What about your family?"

"What family? I don't have one as far as I'm concerned."

Kurt recalled when they had gone out to the French restaurant. "What about Harvard?"

"Harvard can suck it," Sebastian hissed. "I've applied to NYU School of Medicine."

"Really?" Kurt looked at him with a big smile. "You told me you wanted to be a Pediatrician. Where did that come about?"

"I like kids," he admitted. "They're innocent."

Wow, Kurt never imagined that. He kissed Sebastian softly, and hummed when his sides were squeezed. "You'll get in," he whispered.

"Of course, I'm Sebastian Smythe, and I always get what I want."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm, and that means coming here. I want to be here with you."

"I want you to be here as well."

Kurt realized why Sebastian being here now was different. Why he was so scared of him making a decision that had ruined his last relationship. He was not only falling in love with Sebastian, he was drowning in love.

oOo

A/N 2: I'm not going to show Sectionals. I was going to change it, but I decided to leave it as is because I have too much going on in this story without adding a useless chapter. Nothing really needs to be changed. I'm doing the before and after where I can get original and creative instead of regurgitating what we've already seen.