"Sebastian Bartholomew Smythe, you had better not be sneaking off to your bedroom with a boy!" An affectionate female voice shouted at him when he'd turned the corner at the foyer, heading to his room in the east wing.

Kurt snorted and whispered, "Bartholomew? Seriously?"

"Hush, Kurt Elizabeth."

"Point taken," Kurt grinned at him and then they both turned to the brunette whirlwind that was bolting into the room.

Ellie Stevens had caught him in the act, and Sebastian smiled as he turned, letting go of Kurt's hand. She was the housekeeper the family had hired when Sebastian was about twelve, and she put up with much more crap with him and his father than Sebastian's mother had ever bothered to get involved with.

"Ellie, how's my favorite female on the entire fucking planet?" Sebastian grabbed her, lifting her into a crushing hug and dropping her to the floor with a leer.

"Watch your language, young man. And who is this and why were you trying to sneak him in?" Ellie turned to Kurt, all five feet of her, and put her hands on her hips. "Never mind that last part. Knowing you, I know exactly why you were sneaking him into your room," she said with a wink.

"This is Kurt Hummel, and he's my boyfriend. And my date to the party," Sebastian held Kurt out for display, and Kurt smiled at her and held his hand out to shake hers. "Kurt, this is Ellie Stevens."

"Forget shaking hands. I don't shake hands with the boy my Sebby finally brought home to meet us," Ellie grabbed Kurt into a hug and smiled up at him. "You are adorable. Did you know that?"

Kurt laughed, "Well, I have heard that a few times."

"So where did my favorite reprobate find you?" Ellie glared affectionately at Sebastian, who placed a hand over his heart with feigned hurt.

"Last time I was here, I was your favorite charmer," Sebastian grinned.

"That's before you ran out without saying goodbye to me," Ellie glared again.

Sebastian stopped smiling. "I'm sorry. I couldn't stay. Not after that last argument, Ellie."

The last argument had bordered on epic.

He'd refused to attend one of his father's rallies because the cause was being supported by a group well-known for discrimination against the gay community.

He might not be the kind of gay rights activist that he was sure Kurt was, but he would never stand publicly with an organization like that. He might be a hypocrite about some things, but not this. He could never cross that line, not and still have a sense of pride.

His dad didn't care what the organization supported. All he cared was that they would back him in his political ambitions.

But when he'd refused, his father had taken it as an affront against him, as another way that he was being a bad son. And he'd completely ignored how inappropriate it would have been for him to even suggest that Sebastian do it.

And of course, when Sebastian had brought it up, his father had been offended that he'd assumed his father had homophobic moments. Because despite all evidence to the contrary, his father would never just admit that he hated his son for being gay, and that's what frustrated Sebastian the most.

It didn't matter how the family felt. If Maximillian Smythe said that the family was going to participate, they participated.

And until that night, Sebastian had done any public appearance that his father had wanted. And it still hadn't convinced his father that he wasn't the bad seed of the family. But the one time he'd refused, that had been all it had taken to convince his father that he was horrible excuse for a child.

And he'd made sure to let Sebastian know that for hours before he'd finally stalked out.

"Psssh. I know. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before you left for that school."

"I'm good. And I'm even better now."

"It's nice to meet you Ms. Stevens," Kurt smiled at her.

"No Ms. Stevens. It's Ellie."

Sebastian grinned. He'd known that Ellie would adore Kurt, because she had been on a mission to find Sebastian what she considered a 'good boy' to 'make him see the light.' She was a female version of Alex, albeit at least twenty years older, and she would adore watching Sebastian grovel at Kurt's feet all weekend, just as Alex had enjoyed walking in on their cuddling session.

"Okay, Ellie. Thank you. I didn't expect such a welcome."

"Well, I'm the only one here right now, but don't get your hopes up for later. Now, you didn't answer my question. How did my boy find you? Because you are just precious and he's not very nice most of the time."

Sebastian glared at her, but he knew she was just teasing. She'd been more of a mother to him than his own, who'd decided that Allison was where her attention was needed.

"Well, originally, Sebastian decided that he was going to seduce my boyfriend away for a one-time night in the sack, but then he realized how incredible I am, so he changed his tune and pursued me until I deigned to give him the time of day."

Sebastian stared at Kurt in astonishment, and Ellie burst out laughing.

Kurt winked. "Well, what part of that is untrue, Bas?"

And he used the breathy, sexy voice to say his nickname, damn him.

Ellie patted Sebastian on the cheek. "Oh my. You've got your hands full with this one. Tonight is going to be interesting, that's for sure."

Ellie smiled at both of them. "You can sneak him in now. Your parents are at the country club, and they won't be back until time for the party. Probably about six. The party starts at seven."

Sebastian led Kurt down the hallway toward his room and smirked. "Payback's a bitch you know."

"So am I."

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"I seem to remember a promise to find something to relieve my tension," Sebastian stood.

He was following Kurt, who was going back and forth putting his things away and hanging his suit up in the closet. Kurt had to stop and evade him every few seconds, because Sebastian's hands were just all over the place.

"You're lucky my suit is fine. I can't believe you dropped my bag in the driveway," Kurt stepped out of Sebastian's grasp again and finished putting away the shoes that he'd dug out of the bottom of the garment bag.

Sebastian was a very determined man, it seemed.

"I'm sorry. But you took me by surprise with that kiss. Which I'd like to repeat if you'll just stand still."

Sebastian waited for Kurt to walk closer, and he snatched him by the waist.

"Sebastian," Kurt laughed. "Give me a minute to make sure everything I own is suitable for meeting your parents."

"It's suitable on my floor," Sebastian dipped his head to Kurt's neck and nibbled.

"My clothes are in no way suitable for the floor," Kurt leaned into him and smiled. "I think you have the wrong idea about what I meant regarding tension relief."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sebastian pouted when Kurt stepped out of his embrace yet again.

"Come here."

Kurt grabbed his messenger bag, which held most of everything else he'd brought. He never counted it as luggage when packing, because this bag went nearly everywhere with him. He'd taken out all of his school related items and packed a Ziploc bag with his skin care items, his hygiene supplies, and extras that he'd forgotten in his garment bag. Just to be sure, he'd also added condoms and lube, although he was sure those were probably the first things that had been put into Sebastian's bag.

Kurt pointed to the bed and gestured for Sebastian to sit. "First of all, how are your bruises? You're not as stiff as you were a couple of days ago."

"Much better. They're still tender to the touch, but I can finally fucking move without gasping for breath."

"Good. Now you stay there. I'm going to help you relax."

"Letting me fuck you would do that brilliantly," Sebastian suggested.

"Sebastian," Kurt frowned.

"I'm just saying," he shrugged back at him.

"You're always 'just saying,'" Kurt smirked. "I'm going to rub your back, and then I'm going to help you put more cream on your very attractive abs, and that is all we are going to do right now."

"Kuuuurrrt," Sebastian fell back onto the bed.

"Sebaaaassstian," Kurt mocked him and brought back the tube of Arnica cream and a bottle of lotion that Sebastian would most likely make fun of for smelling too feminine.

"You're killing me."

"If you'll remember, last night I promised you sex tonight and tomorrow morning. I never made any promises about Saturday morning through afternoon."

"Now you're just being difficult," Sebastian grinned up at him when he approached the bed.

"Hush. Now sit down and stay there," Kurt got on his knees on the bed and crawled behind him. "Take your shirt off please."

"Wait. You want me half naked but you aren't going to let me fuck you when you get me that way? That's completely unfair."

"And you're whining. Now take off your shirt, and hush."

Sebastian shrugged out of his shirt, and Kurt squirted some lotion out onto his hand.

"Do not say a word about how this lotion smells," Kurt replied when Sebastian turned his head and opened his mouth slightly.

Sebastian smirked, "Mindreading now?"

"Sebastian, it's not hard to read your mind. Your thoughts are usually either 'Let's fuck,' 'Damn, could you wear girlier clothes, Kurt?' or 'Let's fuck while you wear your girly clothes, Kurt.'"

Sebastian laughed, "I do think of other things you know."

"Yes, like complaints about random things I own. Hence, the knowing what you were going to say."

"Okay, I was going to say it smells like a girl, I'll admit it."

Kurt adjusted his position so that Sebastian was sitting between his legs, and he smirked. "See?"

He spread his hands over Sebastian's back, and he pressed deeply, almost immediately finding a knotted section of muscle alongside his spine. "This would work better with you on your stomach but I have two objections to that."

"What?"

"One, you lying down like that would incite all kinds of perverted comments from you. And two, I don't want you on your stomach until at least that biggest bruise on your stomach is gone."

"I'm not that perverted," Sebastian argued.

"If you were actually looking at me, you could truly appreciate the level of 'Bitch Please' on my face right now," Kurt deadpanned.

"No thanks. I'll pass this time."

Kurt smiled to himself and began massaging Sebastian's shoulders. "You are way too tense. This is not normal is it?"

"No, it's not. God that's good," Sebastian groaned when Kurt pressed his fingers, rubbing them deeper into his shoulders.

Kurt kneaded into the sides of his neck, and Sebastian rolled his head to the side to allow Kurt to focus on one section of his neck. Kurt pressed his thumbs in to release the tension, and then he lowered his mouth to kiss Sebastian's neck when he finished a section. "Other side," Kurt whispered and Sebastian rolled his head the other direction for Kurt to focus on the other side of his neck.

Sebastian was either easily turned on by massages, or the tension relief itself was amazingly good for him, because his moans were nearly as pornographic as when they'd had sex.

"You sound like you like this better than sex," Kurt smiled to himself and kissed the section of his neck that he'd just finished massaging.

"No, it's not as good, but nearly," Sebastian moaned out when Kurt slid his hands down further, to work on the section of his back just below his shoulder blades. "But the kissing is killing me."

"Want me to stop?"

"Um, hell no."

"Okay then," Kurt laughed.

Kurt massaged most of the kinks out of his back that had probably come from the drive, and then he ran his hands over Sebastian's shoulders and down to his biceps.

And his biceps were just amazing, he decided.

"You know," Kurt leaned over and kissed Sebastian softly on the shoulder. "Covering these biceps with a Dalton blazer is just this side of criminal."

"I'll see if the Headmaster will change the uniform for you. Will sleeveless do?"

"Sleeveless would be just fine. You think I haven't tried to convince Headmaster Barnes to let me redesign that uniform? I almost had him convinced before I transferred back."

"You know him? Never mind. Of course you know him. He probably loves you," Sebastian laughed.

"Well, he was very kind to me while I was there. And he argued with me frequently over my issues with the uniform. I liked him."

"Good to know," Sebastian whispered.

Sebastian's phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. Kurt continued rubbing his back while he answered, figuring it was someone from Dalton calling since he was home.

"Shit. It's Dad." Sebastian sighed before pressing the button to accept the call. He stood up abruptly, and Kurt stayed on the bed, watching him tense up again almost immediately.

"Hello, Dad," Sebastian answered tersely and then he hesitated, listening to his father.

"No, I didn't change my mind," Sebastian said with irritation.

Kurt sighed as he watched him pace back and forth.

What the hell was wrong with Sebastian's father? Now granted, a few months ago, Kurt could have easily slapped the smirk right off Sebastian's face for the frustrating and irritating person that he'd been, but now he knew him. And the Sebastian he knew didn't deserve being treated the way he was being treated by his father. No matter what kind of mistakes he'd made in the past.

"He's coming Dad. And I'm not arguing about this anymore," Sebastian flashed a look of apology to Kurt, and he continued listening to his father. "I told you last night I'd made up my mind."

How could Kurt be the source of an argument between them when Mr. Smythe hadn't even met him yet? Kurt knew he could be difficult to deal with at times, but generally people waited to hate him until after they'd actually been introduced.

"We just got here, that's why I haven't come to the club. We literally just got here. And why does it matter to you anyway?"

Kurt dropped his head and looked away. His presence was making it harder on Sebastian to get through this weekend. He hadn't wanted that to end up as a side-effect of this visit. He'd wanted to make a good impression, but Mr. Smythe didn't seem to want him to make any sort of impression at all. And Kurt hadn't even laid eyes on the man.

Kurt looked back up when he realized that Sebastian had stopped talking and was just listening, and Kurt saw flashes of anger in his eyes.

"Fine. I'll see you tonight," Sebastian ended the call and threw his phone down onto the bed with a well-controlled grunt of frustration.

"Come here," Kurt gestured for Sebastian to come back and sit down.

Sebastian walked around the bed and sat back down in front of him, his back to Kurt again. Kurt leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Sebastian's waist, and he put his cheek against his back. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Sebastian whispered and he covered Kurt's hands with his own and squeezed gently.

"I'm sorry," Kurt breathed against his skin and kissed his shoulder blade.

"It's not your fault."

"Well, it kind of seems to be. Can I ask you something?" Kurt tightened his grip on Sebastian when he fidgeted in his arms, halting his attempt to turn around.

"Sure."

"Would it be easier on you if I didn't go tonight? I mean, I know that the whole purpose was for me to be here to support you, but it seems like if I'm there, he'll be harder on you. So if that's true, I don't mind hiding up here while you go to the party," Kurt asked quietly, his face still resting against Sebastian's back.

Well, he did mind, but it wasn't Sebastian's opinion that he minded. It was Mr. Smythe's. But he could sacrifice the whole 'attempting to impress the parents' thing if it meant that Sebastian wasn't as stressed about tonight. He wanted Sebastian to be comfortable, to be loved, and if that meant giving in and doing exactly what Mr. Smythe wanted, then he'd suck it up and do it. Because he didn't want to make anything in Sebastian's life worse for him.

Sebastian groaned, "Let go of me for a second."

Kurt loosened his grip, and Sebastian startled him, turning around quickly and flipping Kurt on to his back. The breath whooshed out of him, and he stared up at Sebastian. He was staring down, and he slid his hands beneath Kurt's back and hugged him close. He bent his head to kiss Kurt slowly and deeply, and then he pulled back.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Thank you. But I'm not hiding you. You are not going to fucking hide up here from him. I don't care what he says to me or about me, even though I will admit that I do care what he says about you and to you," Sebastian steeled a very determined look down at him. "You're more important than that."

Kurt turned away, taking a deep breath to avoid crying, because that would just be weak, and then that would spark another bantering session between them about how he was such a fucking crying girl. He laughed softly just at the thought of the argument that would start.

He cupped Sebastian's face in his hands, "Are you sure? I mean really sure?"

"Yes. You are coming to that party with me tonight, and then we are going to sneak away and come back up here, and we are going to make love."

Kurt smiled up at him. He was tempted to ask him if he realized that he called it making love, a contrast to the comments just a little while ago about fucking. But part of him was scared that if he did bring it up, Sebastian would correct himself to avoid discussing more feelings.

Even if nearly everything Sebastian had done lately showed that he cared more about Kurt than he'd expected to, he still hadn't said anything about how he felt about Kurt.

But to be fair, Kurt hadn't said it either. And a little voice in his head kept telling him to wait.

To see if Sebastian said it first.

Because it would probably kill him to admit that he had feelings and then have Sebastian scoff at him for them. Even if he was only scoffing as a defense mechanism.

"Okay. If you're sure, then I'll go. But if I make it worse, promise me that you'll tell me so we can do something about it."

"Promise."

"Okay, let me up then."

"Um, I don't think so. I earned getting you into this position."

Kurt laughed, "Oh, no you didn't. I haven't had lunch. I'm a mess from the drive. And we need to get out of this house. Because as long as your parents are gone, I'll be avoiding your grabby hands for hours."

"You like my grabby hands," Sebastian pouted.

"Yes, I do. But we are not going to get caught having sex before I ever meet your family. That is just not going to happen," Kurt laughed.

"Fine," Sebastian got up and pulled Kurt to his feet.

"So this is where you grew up?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately."

"Why don't we go out and you show me around? You can show me your old middle school and places you like to visit."

"If we go to the school, can we fuck in the bathroom I got caught in? I can break us in."

"Really?" Kurt turned to him and glared. "Really Sebastian?"

Sebastian shrugged, "It was just an idea."