A/N: Meanwhile at the Lima Bean (I know that was unnecessary, but whateva, it's my story lol)

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Kurt was sitting in the Lima Bean sipping coffee when David arrived and got in line to get his own.

David turned to him and waved, smiling, and just the sight made Kurt's heart happy. He would adore Chandler for the rest of his life if he was the reason David was smiling like that today.

"Hey Kurt," David sat down across from him minutes later with a coffee in his hand.

"Hey David," Kurt grinned and leaned over the table. "You look like you're in a good mood."

"I am," David blushed, and he took a sip of his drink.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Kurt smiled at him.

"Well, a couple of things, actually," David looked away from the table, like he was embarrassed.

"Okay, first of all, how's Chandler?"

That was apparently the right question, because David flushed again, and Kurt fought off a laugh.

"Um, he's great. He and Dad get along great. Hasn't met Mom yet, but that's for self-preservation. But yeah, he's great," David smiled shyly.

"Yeah, you said that," Kurt grinned. "I'm happy for you, David."

"This is weird and awkward," David's breath let out with a whoosh.

"Would you stop? If Chandler is who put that smile on your face, then I'm all for you two."

"He's really great. He likes what I like, sports, cars, and he took over the radio in my truck on the first day he was in it," David chuckled.

Kurt laughed and sipped his coffee, "Really?"

"Yeah, he just climbed in and took over. Kind of how he did my life actually," David smiled.

"And it sounds like you don't mind that at all," Kurt replied.

"I don't. There is just one thing that's a problem, and it's more mine than his. And I didn't know who to ask about this. I mean, I can't exactly ask my dad, and I don't have any other close friends I'd be comfortable enough talking to about this. And Seb would be no help at all," David laughed.

Kurt grinned, "Oh dear. If he'd be no help, I can only imagine what you're about to ask me."

"Can you help me pick out some new clothes? I need a boost of confidence."

Kurt sat up straighter in the seat, "David, I'm not sure you understand what you'd be getting yourself into if you agree to shop with me."

"You look a little too excited," David smirked.

"Excited? There are no words to describe how I feel about clothing makeovers, David Karofsky."

"So you'll do it? I want it to be a surprise for Chandler. We're going out this weekend, and I was hoping we could shop on Saturday morning."

"Perfect. I have no plans for Saturday right now."

"What about with Sebastian?"

"Nothing yet," Kurt replied. "Is everything okay? Has Blaine been bothering you two?"

"Well, he was. But I told him I wouldn't help him to get you back, so he's left me alone."

"He asked you to do that?" Kurt looked away in disgust. "Of course he did. Why not just continuing using you? Like he hasn't done enough."

"I'm sorry. I know that being drunk wasn't an excuse, but I'm sorry for what we did, and I'm really sorry for not believing you."

"David, it might be crazy, but I don't blame you at all. I knew what Blaine was like, and I never told you to watch out for him. I thought he'd realize not to mess with you. It's not like it wasn't consensual, believe me. He made that point very clear."

Dave nodded, clearly avoiding the reference to Blaine's intentions.

"Does Chandler know about him? It's none of my business, but I have wondered."

"Yeah, I pretty much told him all of it. He's angry with Blaine, but it was just as much my fault. To be honest, Chandler's a little upset with you too."

Kurt flushed, "Actually, I'm not surprised by that."

"It's not because of Valentine's day though," David blushed as he spoke.

"Then what for?"

"Um. Well, I kind of told him about the day in the locker room, about me not being your type."

"Oh," Kurt sat back. "Okay. Did you tell him that I did apologize for that?"

"Yeah."

"So what specifically is he upset with me for?"

"Well," David looked out the window. "Because of the sweaty balding thing."

"Because you still believe that about yourself," Kurt finished, and he nodded. "You're as bad as I am David."

"What?"

"I have you convinced you're sweaty and chubby, and I'm convinced of other crap that I can't get rid of either," Kurt took a sip of his coffee. "What a pair we are. Chandler and Bas have their work cut out for them don't they?"

David nodded, "They sure do. So what is it you're convinced about?

"Well, it's mostly the being attractive thing. Just like yours. You do know that I only said those things because I couldn't fight you with my fists right?"

"Yeah," David shrugged, "I know. But I am kind of heavy, and I probably will be bald by the time I'm thirty. And I do sweat a lot when I work out."

"My mouth is too big and my teeth are too small, so I only smile with my mouth closed. I'm too skinny and pale, and I'm not sexy. So now we're even."

David shook his head, "I could disagree but then I'd be flirting with you, and Chandler would probably knife me."

"I could disagree with you too, but you'd be too stubborn to believe me anyway. And then I'd be flirting with you, too," Kurt laughed. "And thatdoes not go over well with Smythes."

"So we agree we're both full of shit and leave it at that?" David held his coffee cup up for a toast, and Kurt leaned over and tapped their coffees together.

"Agreed. Now what does this comment from me have to do with shopping this weekend?"

"Well, um. Chandler wants to," David looked around nervously, "you know."

Kurt snorted and whispered back, "Gotcha. So you want something sexy to wear?"

"Yeah. He likes my arms," David blushed.

Kurt nodded, "Understood."

He'd like to concur with that statement, but he'd keep his opinions to himself about that. Just because he loved Sebastian didn't mean he was blind to David Karofsky's arms. He was pretty sure that those arms got appreciated by both more than one gender on a regular basis. And he'd be willing to bet his newest McQueen garment that Sebastian had, at some point in their acknowledgment of each other's existence, also perved on David's arms.

Not that he'd admit to any of this out loud.

Kurt took a sip of his coffee and smiled at Dave, "Okay, we'll make you all bare-armed and sexy for your man by noon on Saturday. And I won't even expect details."

David flushed, "That's good, because I wouldn't be able to tell you without blushing to death anyway."

"I don't believe that it's possible to blush to death. Because if it were, I wouldn't be sitting here with you right now," Kurt waved dismissively and re-crossed his legs under the table.

David laughed, "Sebastian's mouth does have a tendency to say the most outrageous things, doesn't it?"

Kurt giggled, "Yes it does. He's completely shameless."

"I never would have thought you two would hit it off like you have. But then again, the only time I've ever really seen you two together was that night at Scandal's. When he was dancing with Blaine."

"I know. I never saw it coming either, but I'm happy. He's really amazing when you get through the smart-assed insult-spewing exterior."

"He apologized to me, you know."

"He did actually tell me what he'd said to you. It still bothers him."

"You know, it wasn't just Valentine's day, or what Seb said. It was a combination of everything."

"I know that," Kurt reached across the table and squeezed his hand, "but there will always be a part of me that kicks myself for not answering that damn phone. I wish I could go back and change that. I avoided you because I was trying to keep my relationship from crashing and burning. It was pointless, because all I could change was me, when it was glaringly apparent that it was Blaine who needed to change. In the end, it amounted to me choosing him over you, and I discovered recently that I've done that to a lot of my friends, and I really don't like that. Sebastian is helping me to see that I can't blame myself for what Blaine did."

"For what it's worth, if it couldn't be me, and I get why it couldn't, I'm glad it's Seb. I don't know what his deal is, but it's pretty apparent that he has some ghosts or skeletons or something. I know why I was an asshole to you, and I'm sure that he knows why he was. But when he talked about you at Scandal's, the expression on his face was different. Like he'd reached some kind of epic conclusion about his life."

"That's good to know," Kurt smiled. "And I'd like to point out that I saw a similar expression on your face when you were talking about Chandler."

David ducked his head and smiled.

Kurt's phone buzzed and he looked down at it, sliding it open to answer it. It was from an unfamiliar number, and he nearly brushed it off as nothing until he noticed the attachment. When it loaded, Kurt stared down at it and sighed.

"Well, someone seems to be going all out in their attempt to break me and Sebastian up," Kurt commented, more to himself than to David.

"What is it?"

"Here, look at it." Kurt handed the phone over to David.

"What the hell? When was this taken?"

"It had to be this week, and it was most likely since yesterday."

David held the phone out, and scowled. "He'd better have a good explanation for that shit, Kurt."

"I agree, but I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt for now. I should probably go. I'm meeting him soon, and now I have something new to discuss with him."

"How do you know this is recent?" David pulled the phone back, away from Kurt's outstretched hand to look at the picture again. "It could have been from a while back, before you two broke up."

"Because that motel room is the one that Sebastian and I have been staying in this week, and up until yesterday, nobody knew we were there."

"So how did Blaine find out?"

"Probably Rachel. She followed me there yesterday, and she sided with him over the break-up for a while."

"What the hell? She was your friend first."

"Don't be shocked, David. You know Blaine. He's a master of making it look like he's the victim," Kurt gathered up his things and reached for the phone. "Given how she acted last year when everybody thought I was cheating on Blaine with Sam, I'd guess she called him from the car as soon as she figured out what I was doing."

David looked at him, a little surprised at the revelation of the accusations in junior year.

"But what the hell is he doing there," David pointed at the phone that Kurt had taken back from him, "in that motel with Seb?"

Kurt looked down at the photo, taken from an incriminating angle, and he could see that Sebastian wasn't wearing a shirt. And from the way he held open the door, he seemed to be escorting Blaine out of the room. So it did seem that Blaine had actually been in the room with him at some point, if the picture could be believed.

It was most likely innocent, because after everything Blaine had put Kurt through, he couldn't imagine Sebastian being with him after that.

Not after telling Kurt he loved him. Sebastian wouldn't do this.

It didn't matter how much he'd professed to wanting Blaine before, because Sebastian wouldn't do this. The Sebastian from a few months ago, yes. But not the Sebastian now. Not his Sebastian.

But Blaine definitely would, so Kurt would bet that McQueen garment again that Blaine had set this up so that picture could be sent to Kurt, expressly so that he would break up with Sebastian over it.

Blaine really needed to get a new hobby.

"My guess is that Blaine showed up intentionally, and he sweet-talked his way inside so that when he left, this picture could be taken. Blaine seems to have forgotten that I can read him like a book. He probably expects me to fly off the handle and break up with Sebastian over it."

"He really doesn't realize who he's messing with, does he?"

"No, he doesn't."

"Still, it couldn't hurt to make Sebastian sweat a little, right?" David grinned from behind his coffee cup.

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"Blaine was here," Sebastian literally blurted out as soon as Kurt opened the door.

Kurt snorted and smiled at him.

Sebastian had no clue why he'd said that. He'd initially intended to keep it from Kurt, because he really didn't want to get into details about what Blaine had confessed to him. What he'd said about being jealous. About the awful connotations that Blaine's confession had suggested.

But he'd turned to find Kurt standing there, and the words just poured out of his mouth.

Kurt was smiling, but it was one of those 'I know something that you don't know' smiles, and those were scary as fuck when they were on Kurt's face.

"Hello to you too," Kurt smirked.

"Okay, that admission was awkward, I'll admit, but there is a reason Blaine was here."

"And it's completely innocent right?" Kurt sashayed towards him, and Sebastian found himself staring at sexy hips and licking his lips in anticipation.

"Umm, yes?" Sebastian tore his eyes away from the hips to look up.

"And there is nothing to confess at all?" Kurt slid a hand up Sebastian's chest and grinned at him.

And suddenly, Sebastian felt like prey.

The idea was sexy, and exhilarating, and he was really getting hard, but he also felt like Kurt knew something that Sebastian was about to be punished for. And he really shouldn't find that exciting at all.

"Just that I let him in the room," Sebastian dipped his head to Kurt's neck and kissed softly.

"Umm. So no deviant behavior occurred with a certain Hobbit in here?" Kurt tilted his head back to grant him more access, and Sebastian wrapped one arm around his waist to pull him closer.

"God, no. I made the Hobbit get out after he was done acting like an idiot."

"Good. Although I'm a bit upset he got to see this chest," Kurt admitted as he ran his hands across Sebastian's skin.

"How do you know I wasn't fully dressed when he came here?" Sebastian pulled his head back in surprise.

Kurt pulled out his phone and held the picture up to show him. "This is how."

"What the hell?" Sebastian grabbed the phone and scowled at it. "This is not what it looks like."

"Actually, what it looked like to me was that you were escorting him out of the room."

"Well, yeah, I was."

"So it was what it looked like then."

"You're not mad?"

"Not at you. I knew you wouldn't do anything with him. I just wanted to make you sweat a little."

"Devious bastard," Sebastian put the phone down on the table and pulled Kurt closer.

"You love me when I'm devious," Kurt smiled and kissed him, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck.

"Yes, I do. So what else do you know?"

"Nothing. I didn't even bother calling that number to see who might answer. I trust you. Blaine, not so much. But I was expecting something like this. And he probably knew you wouldn't actually fall for his seductions now that you know so much about him."

"He was bitching about why I'm with you. And about how I was supposed to always want him."

He wasn't sure how much to tell Kurt before it would be too much.

"My god, will he ever stop? I'm getting really fucking sick of his assumption that he's more attractive than I am, and he should get more love than I do. Really fucking sick of it. I have enough issues with that topic as it is," Kurt pulled out of Sebastian's arms and walked toward the bathroom.

"Wait," Sebastian stepped forward and pulled him back. "We need to discuss those issues too."

"No we don't," Kurt replied tersely.

"Yes, we do. Now come here," Sebastian pulled him toward the bed, forcing Kurt down on it.

Kurt stared up at him, most likely convinced that Sebastian had lost his mind, but he didn't care. He slid into place next to Kurt, and he physically moved Kurt's limbs to wrap them around his own body.

"I don't get why you don't see what other people see," Sebastian shook his head and tucked it against Kurt's jaw. "Tell me why."

Kurt sighed, "It's been drilled into my head, Bas. You know how we were talking about my fantasies? Well, part of the reason they were so vanilla is that nobody's ever wanted me. It's hard to fantasize about something when in the back of your head, you're thinking 'Get a grip, nobody's going to want you that way.'"

"I want you," Sebastian whispered.

"I know you do, now. But you didn't always. And before you, I was in a relationship with someone who I felt really didn't want me. I wanted so badly for someone to just want me. To feel like being with me was a perfect fit. To love me the way I wanted to be loved. But I didn't find that. Blaine was with me because he was positive that I'd always be second choice in comparison. And he was right."

"Kurt," Sebastian warned.

"Please, Sebastian. This is me. You thought it too."

"Because I was an idiot. I told you that. I had my sights set on Blaine before I ever met him, simply because everybody talked about him like he was a god. I had it in my head that he'd be a conquest before we ever met."

"Okay, let's avoid that subject for now," Kurt looked up at him. "But my point is that nobody's ever treated me like I was sexy. The girls joke about how they wish I'd convert. But it's just joking. Every guy I've ever wanted, I had to chase, and every one turned out a disaster. Finn and Sam because of their straightness. Blaine because he friend-zoned me from the beginning."

Kurt's eyes began to glisten, and he turned his head away from Sebastian.

"Firebird, don't."

"I'm not done. Even though David said that he'd wanted me, he showed that through hurting me. I get that he knows it was wrong now. But the message I got, the voice in my head I try to ignore, is that he wanted to hurt me because being attracted to me was wrong. What was so hideous about me that meant he should physically hurt me to get me out of his sight? He even checked out Sam openly in the hall at McKinley while I wasn't there. So checking out Sam in broad daylight was okay. But being attracted to me was shameful? Something I deserved getting hurt for?" Kurt's tears were coming out now, and Sebastian brushed them away with his thumb.

"I'm very happy for him, and he and I had a talk today about how I'd made him feel bad about his looks, and how I felt the same about mine. And I'm really happy that he's happy now. I really am. But he's now happy with someone who is like Sam. The guy it was okay to check out in the halls, and yes, part of that is because I turned him down. But still, here I am, fighting off this voice in my head that tells me that it's perfectly normal for someone to not pick me, because I'm not sexy anyway."

He started to get up, but Sebastian held him tighter.

"Will you let me up?" Kurt turned to him, desperation in his eyes.

"No," Sebastian looked down at him. "Because I need this. We need this."

"What do you mean?"

He might not be able to support Kurt with the right words, but he could do it with his body. He could talk with his body better than with his stupid mouth and his stupid attitudes anyway. He'd tried over and over to get it through Kurt's head that he was sexy, but words never seemed to work.

"Okay, just listen for a second," Sebastian whispered, his voice close to Kurt's ear. "This is how we talk. You don't realize how much you communicate with me without ever opening your mouth. When I said you were so fucking responsive, I don't just mean to sex. When I hold you, I can feel everything you're about to say. I can feel you tense when you're scared of telling me something or when you think I'll laugh at you. When you're making fun of me or flirting, your entire body relaxes into mine. When you're uncomfortable, your hands almost clench against me. That's my favorite part of us."

"Bas…" Kurt began.

"And don't say that the sex should be, because yeah, I love sex. I don't deny that. And I do love sex with you. It's amazing because you're amazing. But this. You wrapped up in my arms, and us just talking, with that fucking voice that melts me, is what I crave. And the fact that you also talk to me with your body is the sexiest thing about you. I'm not sure I can do without that anymore. So just don't, okay? Don't pull away from me."

"Sebastian," Kurt said softly and leaned up to kiss him. "I wasn't pulling away. I just need a minute."

"Then take the minute here. We've done this before. Hell, that day in my dorm we stayed wrapped up so tightly we both fell asleep. This is us. I need this, and so do you. So just let go and stay with me, because after you pull away, I don't know how to get you back," Sebastian swallowed.

He didn't know what to say to get the message across.

"Bas," Kurt reached out and touched his face gently.

"Don't you feel the changes in me when we talk? How I hold you tighter when you're upset, because I don't know what to say to make you feel better. And I stroke your back when you talk about your idiotic friends. I try to tell you with body language because I've already proven that my mouth is somehow disconnected from the rational side of my brain that says, 'Don't say that, you fucking idiot.'"

Kurt giggled, "I wasn't trying to pull away from you. I promise."

"Well, I have been trying to show you how sexy I think you are, but I've been going about it the wrong way, obviously, because you still don't get it."

"Sebastian," Kurt breathed.

"Apparently, you can't fuck someone into believing that they're sexy."

Kurt laughed, and he brushed his fingers across Sebastian's face. "Is that why you've been sleeping with me so much?"

"No, but now that you mention it, why are you sleeping with me?"

"What?"

"I'm serious. Your friends, and even Jeff and Nick, seem to be under the impression that you are acting out of character by having sex with me so soon. Is that true?"

"It's none of their business."

"Is it true?"

Kurt hesitated, "Yes and no."

"Explain please," Sebastian rearranged them on the bed so that Kurt's head was on his shoulder.

"My friends know that Blaine and I didn't sleep together until months into the relationship. They assumed it was because of me. That I wasn't ready. They knew about the conversation I had with Blaine about sex. But honestly, I did know some things about sex. But I was not about to look Blaine in the eye and talk to him about sex when he'd just told me that my attempts to look sexy made me look like I had gas pains. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh yes, Blaine, I know all about how to be sexy, but apparently I'm just not sexy enough for you, no matter how hard I try.' So I acted like I didn't know anything because I was embarrassed."

"Okay," Sebastian whispered.

"I didn't sleep with Blaine because he wasn't ready to sleep with me. He decided that I wasn't ready. But after knowing him for months, I realized that he was the one who didn't want me. He wanted to keep me nearby, where I could fawn over him, but he wanted nothing to do with me sexually until after he met you. In fact, I think he only wanted to have sex with me that night because you had spent all night turning him on. Not me."

"Firebird," Sebastian groaned.

It was worse than he'd thought. He had more to do with the issues than just the name-calling.

Fuck.

"Look, I'm not blaming you. I'm just trying to tell you the truth about how I feel. I had sex with you because I wanted you. Not because you manipulated me. Or because I thought I'd get back at Blaine. All my life, I've been told that I'm so unappealing that nobody would ever want me. But for once, there is somebody in my life who looks at me like he can't wait to get me naked, and you have no idea how good that feels."

Sebastian leaned down and kissed him, threading his hands through Kurt's hair and moaning against his mouth.

That's all he needed to know.