So I Come Back Begging That No One Throws Rocks At Me! I Am SOOOOO Extremely Sorry For The Long Wait For New Chapters But The Second I Started School My Life Just Got Super Hectic. On Top Of School And Cheer I'm Moving So I Had A Lot To Take Care Of The Last Few Weeks. But Nonetheless, I Apologize Sincerely For My Absence. But I Am Back. Once I Started Writing This Chapter All Of The Inspiration Came Back To Me And I Know That I Will Be Posting More Often. While I Can't Promise Posts Like I Used To, I Can Promise That I Will Update At Least Once A Week And More If Possible. So Bare With Me, I Promise I Won't Disappoint!
So Here Is A Chapter, It's Pretty Short But Has A Lot Of Interesting Stuff In It. Hope You Enjoy, And Again I Apologize!
Fourteen
Kurt walked into his room that afternoon and tossed his bag on his bed. He unwrapped the scarf from his neck and kicked off the boot he had worn. He walked to his iPod dock and set up his Pandora. As music filled the room Kurt let go of all of the built up stress he had on his shoulders.
Everything was just too crazy right now. In the last week and a half his life had gone from relatively interesting—because of his affair with Puck—to absolutely disastrous, to somewhat normal. But now he was lost with what was going on. He had gotten over the initial shock and frustration of Puck calling him all those names and kicking him to the side, and found comfort in Sebastian being there and showing public interest in him, but now Puck was back in the picture. The boy stopped him in the hall and practically demanded that he stay away from the ex-Warbler. But why?
If Puck truly didn't want to be with Kurt and thought he was just a fuck toy, why did he even care if Kurt talked to anyone else? It just didn't make any sense to him. And while Kurt wanted to say that Puck was jealous, which meant he still cared, he knew it would be stupid of him to think that. He knew better.
A vibration sent a shock through Kurt's body and pulled him from his thoughts. He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the caller ID.
"Well hello there." Kurt couldn't help the flirtation in his voice or the smile that took over his face.
Sebastian chuckled on the other side of the phone. "Hey, are you busy?"
"No not really," Kurt said looking around his room. "I just got home and I was going to do some homework. Why?"
"Do you want to come out with me?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt's smile grew wider. Without making any noise, he silently screamed and began to walk to his closet. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well I know this place that's really cool to hang out. I thought that maybe now that I have professed my love for you through song that you'd honor me with a date."
Kurt giggled. He had pulled a completely new outfit from his closet and was starting to change as he spoke. "Okay sounds like a fair deal. You can pick me up in twenty minutes."
"I'll be there in ten." With that Sebastian hung up.
Kurt placed his phone of the bed as he rushed to get ready. He stripped from the clothes he was wearing and went to put on the new ones. Rushing, he walked to his vanity and made sure his hair still looked good and that his face was blemish free. Once he felt hot, he grabbed his coat and walked downstairs. Finn was in the kitchen riffling through the cabinets when he got down there.
"You know, staring at the empty spot is not going to make more magically appear." Kurt said as he set his coat over the back of one of the table chairs.
Finn turned around a grinned. "Well you never know, I never thought that I would be able to get a D in algebra and that happened."
"You got a D in algebra because Rachel forced you to study if you wanted to make out with her again you had to get a decent grade. Sadly, a decent grade by your standards is a sixty four percent." Kurt elaborated as he pulled materials from the refrigerator to make a sandwich.
Finn closed the cabinet door and took a seat on the bar stood in front of the island Kurt was working on. "Hey, I'm trying to get better grades.
"Yes well I guess I cannot argue with you on that." Kurt smiled up at his older brother. "But maybe if you put as much energy you have for eating and making out with Rachel towards your school work you might have amazing grades and your prude of a girlfriend might let you touch her boobs."
"Don't get my hopes up." Finn mumbled. "Rachel thinks that sex is only necessary on holidays and other special occasions."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You know, I don't think that sex on special occasions is such a bad thing. When you have sex just because it loses its meaning."
"Then you end up looking like some slut when you break up and everyone thinks they can get some." Finn said absentmindedly as he watched Kurt continue to make his sandwich.
Kurt paused and he felt his heart get that jittery feeling again. He masked it by replying with 'mhmm' to his stepbrother, but he truthfully wanted to throw the butter knife he was using at Finn's head. Sure Finn didn't know about everything that was going on with Kurt and Blaine and Kurt and Puck, but it still hurt when he was called easy or more commonly, a slut.
He cut the sandwich in half and placed the plate in front of the football player. Finn's face lit up and he smiled widely at his stepbrother. "Thanks dude." He said.
Kurt smiled weakly and nodded while he placed the dirty dishes in the sink. "What are brothers for?" he said as he picked up his jacket. He was heading towards the living room when he heard a car horn honk. Knowing it was Sebastian, he turned to Finn and said he would be back later.
He walked outside and looked at the silver Toyota the green eyed boy was driving. He walked to the passenger seat and got in.
"Hey." Kurt said with a smile.
"Hey yourself." Sebastian said smugly as he winked and started to drive off.
Kurt took note of how clean the car was, as if it was just purchased. The car smelt fresh but was slightly masked by the intoxicating scent of Sebastian's cologne. Kurt was entranced by the scent and he wished he could forever remember it.
"So I forgot my wallet at home and I need to go pick it up. Is that alright?" Sebastian asked. "It will only take a minute."
Kurt shrugged. "That's fine; this is the first date after all and I do expect you to pay for every item we encounter." He said.
Sebastian chuckled as he turned into the driveway of a two story Victorian style home. "I wouldn't expect anything less than just that."
Sebastian turned the car off and opened his door taking the keys with him. He motioned for Kurt to come in, which the fair skinned boy proceeded to do. He followed Sebastian up to the door and stood behind him as the boy unlocked the door.
When the door opened Kurt stepped inside and took note of the beauty of the foyer. The staircase next to the door was made of granite as was the tile.
"I'll be right back." Sebastian said before racing up the stairs.
Kurt ceased the opportunity to do a little snooping at this point. He walked down the hallway and admired the photos hanging on the walls. Most were in black and white in black frames with white mats. But there was one photo that caught Kurt's eye. It was a black and white photograph of a pregnant woman in the nude. She was in a profile and had her hands delicately placed on her stomach. The photo was in a silver frame with a black mat. Kurt assumed the child the woman was carrying was Sebastian and he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the boy's mother.
As Kurt began to walk back to the door he noticed that Sebastian had been gone for a while. Wanting to be nosy, Kurt walked up the stairs and paused at the landing. There on the last stair was the coat Sebastian had been wearing. Kurt picked it up and walked down the hallway. As he walked he saw more and more clothes scattered on the floor. He picked up a button up shirt, a tie, a white undershirt, and a pair of jeans. The last item was a pair of Equipo Brazilian trunks. He pushed open the door and saw Sebastian laying on the bed, fully naked, and hard as rock.
"Took you long enough." He said with a smirk. " I thought I was going to have to fake a burglary to get you up here."
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked dropping the clothes on the ground and looking anywhere but the other boy's enlarged member.
"What do you mean?" Sebastian said innocently.
Kurt rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sebastian, why are you naked? And hard at that? I thought we were going to go get dinner."
Sebastian chuckled. He sat up and pulled a pillow from behind him to cover his genitals. "You thought I was serious about that? Kurt, let's be real here. You're sexy, so fucking sexy, but I didn't want to date you. I just wanted to have sex with you one good time. Show you what it feels like to be filled in ways Blaine could never had filled you."
Kurt's breathing became rapid. Rapid with rage and embarrassment. He ran his hand through his hair and tried to calm himself down. "You have got to be kidding me."
Sebastian stands up, dropping the pillow and stands in front of Kurt. He placed his hand on Kurt's waist and pulled the boy close, his hardon pressing against Kurt's thigh.
"Let me show you how fudge packer became a term." Sebastian pressed his member harder against Kurt's leg.
Kurt, using all of his force, pushed the boy away from him. Sebastian stumbled over the pile of discarded clothing and almost fell. "I am going to say this one time and one time over Sebastian Symthe." Kurt grunted barely audibly. "Stay the fuck away from me."
He turned on his heel and ran down the hallway and down the stairs before retreating from the house and running into the cold. He opened the door to Sebastian's car and grabbed his coat before continuing to run down the driveway and down the sidewalk. Tears fell from his eyes as he mentally heard voices calling him easy, and slut, and stupid faggot.
Once he was three blocks from Sebastian's house Kurt stopped running and simply stopped. He rested his head against a freezing brick wall and cried like he hadn't cried before. He felt his breathing change and he tried to calm himself down with no luck. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the snow covered sidewalk.
In his mind, a million things raced through his head. He felt used and dirty and worthless. Everything that Noah Puckerman had said to him only a week ago was starting to feel true; and add to it that the very words he had heard that day were true only made things worse. Here he was, on the floor in the freezing cold, and he had no idea what to do next. He couldn't call Finn because he didn't want the boy to know about any of this. Santana was with Brittany and he would feel terrible for interrupting. He had no one.
A/N: So I Hope That Made Up For My Absence. If Not, There Will Be More Soon. Thanks For Being Patient! I Love You All!