CHAPTER 58
Kurt's phone chirped on the bedside table signaling a text message. For a few minutes he just sat there staring at it, uncaring of anyone's messages at this point. He was almost afraid to see who it was from, but picked it up to look anyway.
10:33p from Hunter: Kicked that exam's ASS.
10:38p from Kurt: Good job.
10:40p from Hunter: Gee, Kurt, if you get any more excited for me you might rupture something. Good thing I know a guy who's studying medicine that might be able to help?
10:42p from Kurt: I'm sorry…I'm quite happy for you. Just not having a great night. Things at The Dive didn't go so well and Blaine's angry with me…and truth be told, I'm kind of angry at him as well.
10:43p from Hunter: Assuming that means you're no longer there? I was thinking of meeting you. Want company?
10:44p from Kurt: Please don't be offended….but no. I just want to get some rest. It's really been a shitty night. Oh, and Sebastian is home. I spoke with him in the hallway as he was dragging his bags inside his apartment.
10:46p from Hunter: Ok. If you're sure you don't want company. But please…if you need me...if you need ANY thing Kurt, you call me, ok? I'll get in touch with you tomorrow. Lunch maybe?
10:48p from Kurt: Call me. We'll see. Thanks Hunter.
10:50p from Hunter: Anytime Kurt
Sebastian had barely put his things down inside before he grabbed a shirt from his closet, changed his airplane wrinkled clothing and headed right back out the door. Blaine had some explaining to do.
He took a cab down to The Dive and made his way inside. The place was pretty busy since it was the weekend, and he finally made his way to the bar. Drink ordered, he sat down and watched the crowd, keeping an eye on Blaine up on the stage and noting that he looked miserable. Well, from Kurt's version of the story, it sounded like he deserved it. He planned to find out what Blaine's side of the story was as soon as he was able. Clearly, when he'd moved in, Sebastian wasn't an instant fan of Kurt Hummel, but between things with Hunter and a little time and understanding of his situation, Seb had mellowed out in his opinion and he rather liked Kurt…but he sure wasn't going to tell him that, he thought with a smirk.
He'd sat there only about 10 minutes when he spied Jeff at the other end of the bar. Standing, he approached the blonde who looked like he wasn't sure what the hell was going on, a pensive look on his face. When he noticed Seb he gave him a half smile and nodded to a stool next to him.
"I ran into Kurt at home trying desperately to unlock his door and get inside. He wasn't happy, in fact he looked on the verge of absolutely falling apart. What the hell went on here tonight?" Sebastian demanded as soon as he sat down, raising his voice over the music to be heard.
Jeff closed his eyes, dropped his chin to his chest and huffed out a deep breath, shaking his head. He didn't reply.
"I already got Kurt's version. Care to fill me in with what you saw happening?" He asked again.
"It was supposed to be a joke…Nicky and Blaine were talking over us, bickering, like we weren't even there, and so we went out on the dance floor and were goofing around, dancing, grinding…totally joking! It went on like that for a little bit until our antics were brought to the attention of Blaine and Nick and B lost it…absolutely fucking lost it. I don't know what happened when he dragged Kurt away to talk to him, but he made a helluva scene here on the floor and told me off like I was someone he'd never even met before. Truth be told, I'm a little pissed about it. I know he's stressed though…this Jackson thing has him strung so tightly he can't function, Seb."
"What Jackson thing….just the fact that he's around, or did something else happen while I was gone?" Sebastian asked, suddenly afraid of the answer. Nobody had contacted him with any activity on Jackson while he was away.
"No, nothing happened, but the simple fact that it could happen, that we know he's here in town, that he's out there, and not knowing what the hell he's going to do or when he's going to show up….well, it's making Blaine a mess. He's not sleeping, Seb. I get up to use the can in the middle of the night and find him watching the front door from the window in the hallway. He's not writing music, he's floundering, he's trying to act like he's fine around Kurt, but he's really falling apart. 'Losing him will kill me, Jeffrey…I can't…I just…I can't let anything happen to him…anything more than he's already had to live through…' His words, Seb."
"How long has this been going on…this not sleeping thing?" Sebastian asked.
"I dunno…at least since you pointed that guy out across the street that day…that 'Jason' dude that you're sure is Jackson. Seb, he's using make up under his eyes to lighten them. Without it he looks like a corpse. I'm freaked out, and to tell you the honest truth, it's the only thing that kept me from hauling off and nailing him tonight for talking to Kurt and me the way he did. I love that guy like a brother, but he needs to chill out."
"What can I do to help?" Seb asked.
"I don't know, man. I guess we get rid of the threat and hope Blaine comes back. Maybe then he can move on and get a fucking job instead of turning down perfectly good opportunities based on 'what if' situations. Kurt would be so mad if he knew…." Jeff trailed off.
"I thought this was his job?" Seb asked.
"Yeah, but he had an interview for a real, normal job a few weeks back…said he thought he really flubbed it, but apparently not. They called him back for a second interview and basically offered him the position on the spot and he turned it down. They have a location in the city, but this spot was for the one about two hours away. He said no, dude…and it paid really well. It's 100% what he always talked about wanting to do, what he went to school for…Director of Music Education with kids, man…KIDS! The dude loves kids! Said he couldn't leave Kurt while all this was going on when I asked him about it. When I told him Kurt wouldn't want him to make the decision based on that he flew off the handle at me…told me if I mentioned it to Kurt he'd be really mad, so I didn't say anything. Opportunity of a lifetime and he fucking blew it!" Jeff stated, clearly upset for his friend. "But that's neither here nor there. The shit that went down tonight…Kurt was white as a sheet when he went out of here. Wouldn't talk to me, staggered past the dude at the door and nearly knocked him down. I need to call him…I'll be back." Jeff said, grabbing his phone and heading to the door.
Seb stood there unsure of what to do. He tried to put things into perspective. What would he do if it was Hunter being stalked by someone who'd already tried to kill him once? The thought alone gave him a sick stomach. It was time to make a move…force Jackson's hand and get this over with….end it. Tomorrow he'd look into some things, make some calls and come up with a plan. He'd already done some things to protect Kurt without telling anyone. Perhaps he should have let Blaine in on that and eased his mind a bit. Still, it had to be handled and ended. This had gone on long enough.
12:27a from Jeff: Kurtie? I just want to know that you're ok? Do you want me to come home? I hope you're not angry with me.
12:28a from Kurt: I'm not angry with you, Jeff. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I'm just doing some thinking. I think the walk home cleared my head a bit. You know you're always welcome here, but I'm not very good company tonight. I think I just want to sleep. Thanks though.
12:30a from Jeff: You WALKED HOME ALONE? KURT! What the hell? Why didn't you take a cab? You know I would have walked home with you man!
12:31a from Kurt: What happens, happens, Jeff. I'm not hiding anymore. There were plenty of people on the streets that would have seen anything that was happening if he'd shown up.
12:32a from Jeff: I can't help thinking that I made things worse. I should have just left well enough alone, not been so close or something. I've never seen him like that in all our years as friends.
The tears let go again and had Kurt reaching for his box of tissues. He'd not only made Blaine angry with him, but he was angry with Jeff now as well. Way to go, Kurt, he chastised himself.
12:33a from Jeff: I'm sorry he blew up like that, Kurt. Look, I'll come home right now if you want, otherwise I'll check on you when I get in if you would rather?
12:34a from Kurt: No worries, Jeff. I'm just hanging out watching Say Yes To The Dress reruns. I'll be fine. I need to talk to him though. But thank you…really.
12:35a from Jeff: Anytime, my friend. Anytime.
Jeff walked back over to Sebastian, who sat at the bar with his second drink now.
"He's home, he's fine. That moron walked home alone! I thought he'd have the good sense to grab a cab when he left here. I would have gone with him if I'd thought for one minute that he was going to walk! Jesus…." Jeff huffed out. Seb's eyes went wide.
"I wonder why? There's no shortage of cabs outside…that's weird."
"He said 'what happens, happens and he's not hiding anymore'. Think he's finally gone over the edge?" Jeff asked, making a face that clearly said he was confused and concerned, eyes wide.
"No…not over the edge, but think about it. He's been through a lot, he's been hurt and he's been scared. He's been talking to his doctor, it seems to be helping apparently, he's been sparring with you daily, if what I'm hearing is accurate, and he's probably sick and fucking tired of living in fear. He's got Blaine to worry about now, you, Nick, maybe even me and Hunter as well? He's got a web of people backing him up. I can see where that'd give him a helluva confidence boost, right? Maybe in his mind he's just using himself as bait so he can end this as quickly as possible? I've heard of that happening. It would explain the fact that the man has 3 locks on his door, yet 9 times out of ten, anyone at all can come up those steps and walk right in." Sebastian said, eyebrows raised, his lips twisted up slightly in an odd smirk.
"Maybe…I don't know. I don't think I'd be basically taunting Jackson to come after me….but then I'm me, he's him, everyone's different I suppose. To tell you the truth, I was really surprised that he pulled me out there to dance with him…I mean, he's usually so closed off, so untouchable. He's definitely getting stronger. Maybe you're right?" Jeff said, contemplating Seb's words.
12:40a from Finn: Where'd you go dude? You were here and then you weren't and when I asked Blaine where you went he gave me a weird look and shook his head at me.
12:43a form Kurt: Blaine and I had an argument and I left. I'm at home.
12:44a from Finn: Do I need to kick his ass? I will, you know.
12:46a from Kurt: I know you would if I asked, and I appreciate it. No need. We'll talk things out tomorrow and I hope things will be fine again.
12:47a from Finn: Ok man but if he hurt you, I'll pummel him. Call me tomorrow. Rachel wants you to come over for dinner soon. I kinda miss you being around the apartment more than I thought I would. You know how Rachel cooks.
12:48a from Kurt: I know, I know. I'll come visit soon, I promise. Thanks Finn.
12:49a from Finn: Break's over. Later
The music ended and the patrons milled around for a while until they were told to leave and herded out like cattle. Blaine spotted Jeff still sitting at the bar and it looked like he was talking with Sebastian. While Jeff appeared fine, Seb looked like he may have had one too many and he was laughing a bit too loudly with Jeff. As he approached, he heard them talking, but the conversation quickly stalled when Jeff saw him coming. Jeff suddenly found his shoes to be the most interesting thing in the room. Blaine felt sick for having jumped at Jeff the way he did and he knew he owed him an apology. It was all he'd thought of all night…other than Kurt. But by the grace of God did he make it through their musical numbers, because he certainly wasn't paying any attention to where his hands were going across the keys. He needed to talk to Kurt, but he wanted to talk to Jeff first.
"Jeff…" he began, but Jeff put his hand up, stopping him from speaking.
"Not a word to me, Anderson, until you've cleared things up with Kurt." Jeff said.
"But you-" he began again, which made Jeff a little angry. He knew things between he and Blaine would be fine, but he was super angry with Blaine for the way he'd spoken to Kurt, and right now, his priority was getting that back on track.
"Did I stutter?" Jeff snarked at him. "I think you need to talk to Kurt, work things out, grovel a little bit, maybe have amazing make up sex and then and only then are you to speak to me. If you're lucky, maybe I won't rip your ass a new one for the way you spoke to me this evening." Jeff said with mock severity, then got up from his barstool and with a nod to Sebastian, he joined Nick near the door and left the bar, leaving Blaine standing there with his mouth hanging open. Boy, he must have really fucked up.
"I guess you heard?" Blaine asked Sebastian as he sat there quietly. This alone should have made Blaine nervous. No snarky remarks from Seb? It was worse than he'd thought.
"I did. I've now heard Kurt's side of the story, and Jeff's side of the story. Care to tell me yours?" he grinned.
"I screwed up, Seb."
Jeff walked into the building and flicked the switch at the bottom of the stairs to shed light on the steps and climbed up tiredly. Nick had decided to head home since he had to get some work done in the morning and start lining up Kyle's "crew" for the renovations. Blaine had a plan, and Nick was pretty sure it was going to work out…he hoped.
At the top of the stairs he paused, listening to see if Kurt was in the living room watching TV, but he heard nothing, so he went into Blaine's apartment and got ready for bed. As he was brushing his teeth he paused, wondering if he'd imagined it or heard the noise he thought he'd heard. There it was again…someone was crying, and he had no doubts that it was Kurt. He listened for a moment more, his heart breaking, and then spit, rinsed and went to grab his phone.
2:47a from Jeff: I know you're not sleeping. Let me in?
Jeff walked to the front door and waited to see if Kurt would reply with a text, but he didn't. He merely opened his door and broke down sobbing in front of Jeff again.
"How did this happen? WHAT even happened? This morning was incredible and tonight was unbearable!" he wailed into Jeff's chest, glad that his friend had come over.
"I dunno Kurt…I just know that B's stressed out over Jax being around. That's no excuse for what he said and how he acted, but there it is." Jeff said, trying to soothe Kurt.
"Did Nick come home with you?" Kurt asked.
"No…no, he went home. He has some stuff…."
"C-can you s-stay here tonight? I just don't want to hang out here miserable and crying but I know I won't be able to sleep?" Kurt asked him. "If I had someone to talk to…."
"Yeah…I'd be happy to." Jeff smiled at him. The two of them curled up on Kurt's bed, turned the tv back on and readied themselves for a SYTTD marathon.
Hunter knew it was time. He was going to talk to Sebastian tonight. He'd waited long enough, he had saved up all of his courage and it was time to sit the man down and lay their cards out on the table. He'd come all the way over and knocked on the door only to get no response, which made no sense because Kurt had just told him he'd seen Seb coming in from his trip. He wouldn't have turned around and gone right back out, would he? Maybe he ran out to get food and he'd be right back? Either way, he let himself inside with his key and settled down in Seb's room to wait, slipping Seb's headphones on and listening to his iPod until his man returned. It was now or never. His nerves couldn't take anymore.
Blaine and Sebastian sat at the bar and talked, drank a few, and watched the clean up crew sweep the floors and wipe down tables. Empties were tossed, garbage was taken out, money was counted. The lights began to go down one by one and Mac finally called out to them that it was now or never and that he didn't want to leave 'em locked up in there all night.
They two men walked out of the bar and started for home, both talking about how they'd made mistakes and how they had to have a plan to fix things. It was so much easier to have a conversation with Seb when he was tipsy. He was less snarky and more down to earth, completely the opposite of anyone else Blaine knew. They walked slowly, both in no hurry to get home to nobody warming their beds.
"What bothers me is that he could be walking 10 feet behind me right now and I'd never know it. I'm not good at the whole spy thing!" Blaine blurted out after a few moments of silence. "I was always the bad guy that people were after when we were kids. I couldn't pull off being quiet and just watching to see what was happening so I could catch the bad guys, I WAS the bad guy!" he said, his head clearing a bit with the cooler night air.
"It's possible. I don't think so, though. I don't think he'd follow us…he's going to be pretty fixated on Kurt, nobody else." Sebastian said, but Blaine turned completely around to look behind them anyway, walking backwards a few steps, missing the curb and stumbling until he landed on his butt.
"First day on your new feet, B?" Seb teased him.
"Shit…I think…I'm bleeding. I think I cut my hand on something?" Blaine said, unable to see very well in the dark.
"We're almost there. Doesn't look too bad, but I can't tell for sure."
They walked inside and upstairs, Blaine reaching his door first.
"You have something to clean that up with, Blaine? It looks deeper than I thought it was." Seb asked him.
"I think so…I'll have to check."
"Go see, I'll wait here. If you don't, I do." Seb told him.
Blaine went inside and rummaged through his medicine cabinet, under the sink and even the kitchen drawer with all of the miscellaneous crap in it, but found nothing of any use other than a tube of Cortizone cream for itching.
"I know Kurt has to have some? His step-mom's a nurse, she set him up with all kinds of shit." Blaine said.
"You sure you wanna go there tonight? Maybe let him sleep it off a bit?" Seb suggested.
"No…I'll see if he'll talk to me…"
"B, it's after 3…it's almost 4, actually. I have stuff in my bathroom. Let's get that cleaned up before you bleed all over the floor and it gets infected." Seb said, pulling him across the hall the few steps to his own door.
Jeff had drifted off, but Kurt wasn't able to sleep. He kept replaying the night over and over in his head wondering where things had gone so wrong, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd been the catalyst. If he hadn't pulled Jeff out there to dance…suggested they dance like that, and laughed about it even when he'd seen the look in Blaine's eyes, things probably wouldn't have gotten so out of hand. He needed to apologize to Blaine and to Nick and Jeff for that. But at the same time, he was still so very stunned at Blaine's reaction, the way he's spoken to Jeff and his sudden anger and manhandling of Kurt, himself, into that back hallway. His words had stung and Kurt felt ashamed, but there was nothing he could do or say to Blaine that would make it ok for Blaine to touch him in anger like that. He'd been there and done that and it was something he wasn't going to put up with ever again.
Walking into the kitchen to refill his glass he'd heard voices in the hallway and saw through his peephole that Blaine was home and apparently Seb had gone out and was home as well…again. The two of them were chatting and mumbling, apparently trying to be quiet because they thought Kurt would be sleeping. It was almost 4 a.m after all. He watched as Seb waited outside and Blaine went into his apartment, then returned. They chatted for a moment, then Sebastian took Blaine's hand and pulled his door shut to go over to Sebastian's.
A cold feeling crawled up his spine and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with that. Sebastian had made no attempt to hide the fact that he wanted Blaine from the very beginning, but he'd thought they'd gotten past that. Seb wanted Hunter, right? And he'd sent over the basket the night he'd overheard them…well, in Kurt's room. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes he let his head fall on the door, talking to himself and trying to stay calm. Blaine wouldn't do anything like that to him. He wouldn't.
Kurt walked back into his room and settled back on the bed, pulling the spare blanket over Jeff and lowering the volume so it didn't wake his friend. Tomorrow… Tomorrow they would all talk and work things out. It would be ok.
Hunter had dozed off with the Beats on his ears, but when he heard muffled voices and the door close, he pulled them off and stood to go into the living room, only to find that Seb wasn't alone. Shit…what the fuck, really? He'd wanted all this time to talk to Seb, listened to countless voicemails, read just as many texts and Seb had brought someone home the very night he was back in town? Son of a bitch! He had half a mind to march out there and make a scene, but something stopped him. The voice…the voice sounded familiar, so he carefully situated himself so he could see who was with Sebastian and listened.
He saw Blaine walk past the door and Seb led him down the hallway, past the bedroom door, to the bathroom.
"You need to run it under the water, get out any debris, then clean it with peroxide. I've got some Neosporin in here and a bandage. God only knows what you fell on in that street, so make sure you clean it well. How are you going to play the piano when your hand gets infected and has to be amp'd?" he asked sarcastically.
"Clearly your buzz is wearing off. Your snark is back." Blaine laughed.
"It takes a helluva lot to get me drunk, Blaine. Part of my job with the Governor is to go to parties and blend in. People at parties drink, my friend, and at the end of the day, I still have to be able to do my job and do it damn well. My tolerance is pretty high." Seb laughed.
Hunter stood there listening, figuring that once Blaine was finished cleaning the wound he'd leave. Instead, Seb offered him a beer or a Coke and they sunk down on the sofa.
"So what are you going to do to fix this, B? I gotta tell you, when I got home tonight, he looked like a frightened child…said you grabbed his arm. He was pretty shaken up."
"I did…oh my God, I did and when we were talking in the hallway…" Blaine paused, remembering the look on Kurt's face, as if he expected Blaine to strike him. "He…he thought I was going to hit him, Seb. It was plain as day on his face. He was afraid of me. I don't think I've ever hated myself so much as I did in that moment. I can't apologize to him enough. I hope he can forgive me." Blaine said, his eyes misty. His body was tired, but his mind was buzzing with thoughts of Kurt and how he could make it up to him.
"All you can do is tell him how sorry you are. I don't think he'll turn you away, B. He loves you, right? The guy may be awkward as hell, but he's not stupid. He has to know that's not you. Tell him how freaked out you are about Jackson, maybe that'll-"
"No…no I can't. If he thinks I'm freaked out, if I'm not able to be strong for him, then how can I expect him to be strong…to be brave. I know Jeff's been working with him. I know you took him to the shooting range, but who knows if it'll be enough?" Blaine babbled.
Sebastian sighed. "Who knows what's ever enough? I'm not looking forward to the guy showing up either, but…" he broke off.
"But?" Blaine prompted him.
"I'm going to make some calls tomorrow. I've had someone watching him off and on, seeing where he goes, what he does with his days. When he's not home, he goes out to eat or for coffee and he goes right back to that rent by the week apartment. He's not planning on being here long if he's living like that. He's going to slip up, and hopefully we have eyes on him when he does."
"I don't want Kurt to have to live in fear anymore. He's had to deal with enough shit in his life…God, if only you knew!" Blaine said, head heavy now, sleep wanting to take over. It was almost 4:30 a.m. and he was beat.
"I know…I know more than you think I do about what goes on around me…about all of you. Blaine, I have to know. It's…well, that's a story for another day. Anyway, I thought it might make you more comfortable if you knew that I got Kurt the Taser he practiced with at the shooting range. He handled it well, aimed well, hit his target. It's easy to carry and all that…easily concealed." Seb explained.
"What did he say when you gave it to him?" Blaine asked, wondering why Kurt hadn't mentioned it to him.
"He uh…he didn't. I sort of slipped it in to his bedside table and haven't told him yet."
"How does he not know you put it in his apartment if he let you in?" Blaine asked, confused.
"He didn't…I let myself in with my key when he wasn't home."
"YOU have a key to Kurt's apartment? I don't even have a…what the hell, Seb?" Blaine said, totally confused now.
"I have a key to every door in this building, Blaine. I don't mess around with limited access. I have to know what the boundaries are, who I'm sharing a living space with and what they're all about. I have to do my research, B."
"So…so you have key to MY place, too?!" Blaine said, eyes wide now. "Does Mrs. Raymond know about this!?" he said in somewhat mock horror. Sebastian smiled.
"I don't know if SHE knows about all of it, but Kyle does. He and I used to work together…ran security when we were off duty."
"Kyle was a cop…or…?" Blaine asked, confused.
"Yes and no. We both started out as NYPD, but when the detail had openings, it seemed like the thing to do…so we did it. Worked out well for a little bit, but then some shit went down and Kyle kind of freaked out a little bit because…well, that's not my story to tell. He walked that night and didn't come back. We're still friends though…always were." He said with a raised eyebrow and a wink at Blaine.
"But he just gave you keys to all of our apartments?" Blaine said, still stuck on that little bit of craziness.
"How do you think Jeff got in that night when he came back from Ohio in the middle of the night? Anyway, now that you're totally creeped out about me…" he grinned, snarky. "Kurt knows what he's doing with the Taser, but I know he's going to freak out anyway. But be careful, he's afraid he'll zap you in the throws of passion when he's reaching for something else…that was his reason for not wanting one!" Seb laughed, and proceeded to tell Blaine the story of the lube and the zapping and everything they'd laughed about. "So apparently he's not a fan of raspberry, but prefers Kiwi. Make a note of it!" he laughed again.
"Kiwi. Duly noted." Blaine smiled, shaking his head. "Thank you, Seb. Really. I supposed I could be creeped out, but I trust you, oddly, to have my key. I mean that… you didn't have to do half the things you've done, and I really appreciate it. I know things started out oddly between you and I…and Kurt…" Blaine coughed and cleared his throat. "But I'm glad we can all be friends now…even if it's not what you originally wanted."
"I was just messing with you. Nothing would have happened, Blaine. I was giving Kurt a hard time, actually. He's a hard nut to crack, isn't he?" Seb smiled. "Truth is, I only want Hunter back. NOT that you're not an enticing little piece of ass, Mr. Sex on a stick and sings like a dream." He laughed. "Yeah…I can hear you singing to Kurt from over here, too." Blaine blushed.
Hunter's ears perked up at "I only want Hunter back", and he thought, momentarily, of making his presence known, but his feet wouldn't move and his mouth was locked shut.
"What's up with you two anyway? He was here a lot and then wham, nothing? Did you fight about something?" Blaine asked.
"He walked out on me." Seb sighed. Hunter was ready to pounce, to yell out that it wasn't his fault, but he remained quiet. Sebastian continued. "I'm a total asshole, Blaine. I had a perfect man and I let him go. I played games with him, taunting him, making him think I was a player and hoping it would force his hand into coming out…and what the hell kind of son of a bitch DOES that?!" he bellowed.
"He's…he's not out?" Blaine stuttered. "Wow…ok. Who knew. I guess I should have picked up on that at the Tony's when he was arm candy for that girl…huh. Shows you how zoned I've been lately. So…he's not out… and you want to sleep with anything that walks and…wow…ok…there's a lot going on here that I don't know. Fill me in?" Blaine said, interested now.
"We met two years ago while I was working. At first, when I realized he wasn't out, I let it go. Figured we'd play around when he wanted to. It wasn't as if I didn't have any number of men wanting to warm my bed when he wasn't around. But then it got weird. He um…he kinda wormed his way into my life, stopping over, bringing me coffee or something. We went out a few times…rarely in a public place though. Sometimes we'd hit a game or a museum…social functions. Absolutely no PDA, no touching, no hand holding, nothing. I'm not a super cheesy affection whore or anything, but I do like to be able to show that I'm with the most stunning man in the room and he's mine for the night…but that wasn't going to happen. Hunter was a wreck when we'd go out anywhere. It put a strain on us. At home though…oh my God…Blaine…for a gay man that's never had another gay relationship at all, he's… he's just….wow." Sebastian said with wonder, staring off into the distance with a smirk.
"Wow? Define…wow?" Blaine said, too tired to comprehend.
Hunter waited with baited breath, now feeling slightly sick at the fact that it was inevitable that Seb would catch him there and know that he'd heard everything, but there was no way he was NOT going to hear this.
"That man is an absolute angel, Blaine. He's kind, he's smart, he's funny…he's going to school to be a doctor, did you know that?"
"Yeah…Kurt mentioned it. He said he's almost finished with school, right?"
"Yep….he's so fucking intelligent that it's kind of …intimidating? He's good at everything. He can cook, he can sing, he plays the guitar, he plays lacrosse, and oh my Godddddddd" Sebastian moaned long and deliciously, "in bed he's a fucking porn star. The guy knows every little button to push, everywhere to touch, and his mouth…holy mother of God, his beautiful, sinful mouth….I could go on for days about the majesty of it." Seb grinned, blushing now. "One night we were screwing against the wall and he made me-"
"OK! Ok…omg, TMI, man. I can't….can't even think of it with Kurt so angry with me. I may have lost my own angel, don't taunt me with yours!" Blaine said, trying to grin but only managing a sad smirk, blushing because of Seb's words. "So, what do you plan to do. Surely you're not just letting him go?"
"No…No, I won't. I'm going to fight for him. He doesn't want to tell his parents… fine. Doesn't matter to me. Doesn't matter to me if he doesn't want to work, doesn't want to bathe, doesn't want to ever brush his teeth again, I'm going to have him. He's mine, and it's time I just…just told him. Blaine, I haven't been with another man for over 6 months…he's it for me. I don't want anyone else, and I'll take him on any terms he's willing to give me. Don't look at me like that. What?"
"6 months? Who was the hottie in the dark shirt and jeans you left with a few weeks ago when we had the pancake incident in the hallway?" Blaine asked, his brows high.
Yes, please, Seb, answer this, Hunter said to himself. His body was beginning to ache from standing still for so long, but he was terrified to move, lest he make a sound and alert the other men to his presence.
"I do jobs on the side when I'm not scheduled…security stuff. Foreign dignitary's son, very high profile. Take him out, show him the town, make sure he doesn't get into trouble and doesn't go home with anyone…except me. Nothing happened. He's a nice guy, but he's not gay, and even if he was…well…he's not who I want. He was pretty though, wasn't he?" Seb laughed. "Not my type, however…very self centered. Old money and a helluva lot of it. Very spoiled."
"And these men…they stay here when you work for them?" Blaine asked.
"No, not usually. There was a water main break in the hotel he was staying in. I'd already run my security through, and when he was asked to move to another hotel, there was no way in hell I was saying ok to that without my team running it. So I brought him here, let him sleep in my bed and I stayed on the sofa. He was ok with it, and it worked out alright. We went back in the morning for his things, I returned him to his father none the worse for wear and got paid well for it….very well…and used the money wisely…only to have the purpose for the job walk out of my life for good."
"What does that mean?" Blaine asked, yawning.
"Bored?" Seb said, giving him a hard time.
"No, just…it's late. What did you get paid and spend it on?" Seb smiled, sadly, got up and walked to his desk in the corner alcove near the kitchen. He pulled something out of the drawer and brought it to Blaine, handing him the box. Blaine opened it and his eyes went wide.
"Holy shit, Seb…that's…that's amazing! Stunning really. Did you…you didn't give it to him?" Blaine asked, curious if Hunter had given it back.
Hunter wanted nothing more than to run out of the room to see what Blaine had in his hand, but he kept his cool and waited, fingernails digging into his skin and biting his lip.
"No…not yet, but I will. I know I will, it's just a matter of when. I love him, I'll have him, he's mine, and I don't share. I just have to suck it up and make him see that and then grovel for him to take me back." Seb said, smiling. "I would never consider groveling for any other man."
"He's a lucky guy, then." Blaine smiled. He handed the box with the stunning ring in it back to Sebastian and leaned his head back on the sofa. Seb returned the ring to the drawer and walked into the kitchen to set his glass in the sink. When he returned, Blaine was asleep on his sofa, head on the arm and his mouth hanging open. 45 seconds tops and he was out.
"Blaine…" Seb said, trying to wake him.
"Mmmm?" was all he got in return.
"You wanna head home or…aww, screw it." Sebastian said, throwing a blanket over him and turning off the lights. "Sweet dreams, B, and I hope you get all this shit with Kurt fixed." He said to the sleeping man.
Kurt had listened closely with the TV on mute to see if he heard Seb's door or Blaine's door close, but he heard nothing from either apartment. It didn't sit well at all, and he felt sick to his stomach. Jeff was fast asleep, the tv was off and it was deathly silent in the building except for the sound of his refrigerator running in the kitchen. With nothing better to do but stress out, he stretched out on his bed, closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He'd need to be on his toes tomorrow.
Hunter stayed in the shadows of the room as he heard Seb in the bathroom. He'd peed, and he was now brushing his teeth, and Hunter was trembling. He could sneak out now and Seb would never know he'd been there. But that was cowardly, and it wouldn't solve a thing.
Seb walked back to the dark bedroom, slipped off his pants and shirt and started to climb into bed when the shadow in the corner moved. There was nothing but a blur before the light came on and Hunter squeaked, nearly pissing his own pants in earnest at the sight of Sebastian holding a small gun on him, his face a mask of surprise, then anger, then confusion. Hunter suddenly giggled, and then couldn't stop. He had his hand clamped over his mouth and he was doubled over, the myriad of emotions playing over Seb's face making him want to howl with laughter despite the fact that he could have been shot. He was sure it was mostly hysteria over everything he'd just heard the love of his life admit out loud.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Hunter, what the hell!?" Sebastian hissed quietly, but with plenty of venom, well aware that the whole building was asleep…the only other two occupants within 12 feet of his present location, either in his living room or on the other side of the wall. "God damn it, I could have killed you! What were you thinking?" he furiously scolded him again. Hunter, finally able to get ahold of himself, walked straight up to him and looked him in the eyes, all seriousness now.
"If you're never, ever honest with me about anything ever again, I need you to be honest about one thing right now."
"One thing?" Seb questioned, setting the gun down on the nightstand.
"One thing. Can you manage it?"
"I'll give it my best shot." Seb said, lowering his eyelids, then rolling his eyes.
"Were you being honest? Did you mean it?" Hunter asked him.
"That's two things. I don't have to answer that." Sebastian said, stalling for time. It was suddenly and instantly clear to him that Hunter had most likely heard, quite clearly, every single thing he'd said to Blaine in the living room. Had Blaine said the word 'ring'?
"Don't screw with me, Sebastian."
"There's nothing I want more in this world right now than to screw with you, Hunter. That's gonna be a tough one."
Hunter's voice hitched and his eyes misted. Sebastian took notice.
"Seb…were you telling the truth….to Blaine?" Sebastian didn't move, didn't blink, didn't breathe. It was now or never.
"Every word was the truth…every syllable." He whispered, eyes dropping to examine the floor briefly, then raising to look into Hunter's face again, a soft smile on his face.
"Ok."
"Ok? That's it, ok?" Seb questioned.
"I told them." Hunter said quietly. Seb raised his eyebrows again. Surely he was assuming the wrong thing. Surely he could hope, but it wasn't what Hunter was referring to.
"You…you told who what?"
"I told my parents that I'm gay. I told them I'd met the love of my life, and that he was the most charismatic, charming, handsome, intelligent man I'd ever known…and that if they could accept that, they were welcome in our lives… if you'd have me back…but that when it came right down to it, I wanted you and if that wasn't ok with them, it was their loss." Hunter said quietly.
"You…you told them? Don't fuck with me, Hunter!" Seb whispered, attempting to stay calm and quiet, but failing miserably.
"There's nothing I want more in this world than to fuck with you right now, Sebastian. That's going to be a tough one." He said, straight faced, but then his lips started to lift at the corners. Throwing Sebastian's words back in his face was always fun.
Sebastian shook his head and tried to clear his muddled thoughts. He kept glancing up at Hunter, not believing that everything he wanted was his for the taking…standing right in front of him, admitting that they could be together in front of God and everyone and he was ok with that.
"Hunter….Hunt…" he said, his voice shaky.
"Sebastian?" Hunter replied, eyes bright and wide with a silly grin. "You mentioned something about wanting to screw-" he began, but was interrupted when Sebastian grasped his face roughly and thrust his tongue in his mouth.
"You better not be messing with me Hunter." He managed to get out between ravishing the hot mouth attached to his own.
"Not…not messing…need you…." Hunter babbled out.
"Want you so much…" Sebastian said, continuing to kiss Hunter until he was nearly delirious.
"Jesus….oh my God…Seb…fuck me…please….it's been too long…." Hunter whined.
"No…not tonight. Tonight I want to make love to you…slow and easy. It's what you deserve…what you've deserved all along and I was too damn stupid to see it." Seb smiled at him, watching his eyes.
"Yeah…yes, please."
They slowly undressed each other, still standing, and once their clothing was shed, Hunter stepped back against the cool wall, hoping for some stability as Sebastian placed repeated hot kisses to his mouth, his jaw, his neck. He moaned and realized that Blaine was right in the next room.
"What about Blaine, oh shit!" Hunter blurted out, the last part of the question coming out more loudly than he'd anticipated, as Sebastian quickly flipped him so he was facing the wall instead of with his back to it. "He'll hear!" he whispered as much as he could when he wanted to scream how good he felt with Seb's hands on him again.
"Wait here, don't move, don't go…" Sebastian said hurriedly, then picked up the headphones from the bed that Hunter had discarded and walked out to the sofa, softly placing them on Blaine's ears with classical music turned down so low it was barely audible…but it would drown out any sound from the next room quite nicely, he hoped.
Coming back into the room, Sebastian eyed his beautiful man, all that skin on display and he licked his lips. Hunter was just where he'd left him, looking over his right shoulder toward Seb in the doorway staring hungrily at him. He would go slow…he would. Hunter deserved it…but he said nothing about being soft. Leaning into Hunter he resumed kissing and licking his neck, listening to Hunter moan softly and keen when Sebastian's hand dragged up his butt, fingernails scraping up his chest as he wound his arm around the front.
"Oh God, don't let Kurt hear…I promised…" Hunter whined.
"You promised what?" Seb whispered, fully aware of the man just on the other side of the wall.
"I can't sleep with you…he'll be so fucking angry with me….no falling into your bed…." He said, his resolve to hold off gone in an instant.
"I won't tell Kurt, beautiful, it'll be our little secret. Now, let me have this…" Sebastian said, pinning Hunter to the wall and lifting his left leg so he could get his fingers where he wanted them, inside Hunter's tight, wet heat. Left hand holding Hunter's leg up, right hand with fingers buried inside of his hole, Sebastian pressed his lover against the wall and devoured his neck causing Hunter to growl, moan and buck into the chilly flat surface, wanting more, wanting friction.
Suddenly there was a muffled, animalistic cry from the other side of the wall and they both stilled, hearing a muffled voice…then another. Momentarily he considered that Kurt might need assistance, but soon put it out of his mind when he heard what he was sure was Jeff's voice. Jeff was there with him, probably hanging out because of the mess with Blaine. Good….
"Whatever gets you off, Hummel." Sebastian muttered, shoving his fingers inside Hunter's heat again.
"Oh God Sebastian…so good…I'm…I'm ready, please… just please….." he moaned, begging quietly, his voice muffled with the wall pressing against his cheek.
Seb lined up and nearly entered him when he froze, unable to continue.
"Seb please…please…." Hunter whined.
"Condom…I don't have...I have to get a condom."
"No…no condom. You're clean, I'm assuming…6 months, you said…I'm clean. I don't ever want anyone but you inside me. Just please…." He pleaded.
Sebastian was at a loss for words. They had never, in the two years they'd been together, they'd never had sex without a condom. His head spun. He knew damn good and well that the feeling of Hunter's skin on his own without a barrier would send him over the edge like an out of control, runaway train.
"Hunter?" he said again, quietly, wanting confirmation.
"Jesus, Sebastian, fuck me!" Hunter cried, voice still muffled, now because Seb's arm was on the wall at his face level holding them up and he'd started licking and sucking little marks into the sweaty, softly hairy skin there.
Sebastian grabbed a half empty little bottle of lube sitting on his dresser within arm's reach and slicked himself up quickly. Then he lined up and with a deep breath, he worked his way in slowly, at first, but then shoved in all at once, stilling immediately as his head swam. The heat was intense, more so than he'd ever imagined and he was momentarily struck dumb as to what he should do now.
"Move baby, please….please…" Hunter moaned again.
"God you're so needy tonight…moaning like a little whore, aren't we?" Seb teased him, but pulled out and shoved back in again. Hunter grunted, but took it without complaint.
"Again…more…" and that was all it took. Seb broke, his desire to go slow and make love, instead of fucking, was dead, and he slammed into Hunter repeatedly, the wall getting the brunt of their lust, Hunter's breath puffed out each time his chest slammed against the cool surface over and over and over again.
"Never leaving you again, Sebastian…never. Always mine….always mine….harder!" Hunter instructed him, his fingers now intertwined with Sebastian's on the wall near his face, and his hip behind him, pulling him in closer. "Do it, I'm so fucking close….c'mom baby!" he urged Seb on.
His speed increased and he was like a piston, in and out of Hunter like a madman, and he was teetering on the edge of passing out, he was sure. So this is what it felt like to do it with someone you loved?
A few short strokes later and he heard Hunter growl, his head thrown back now, resting on Seb's shoulder…
"Yes…oh God yes…fuck ….Sebohfuck yesssssss….." he all but screamed, biting Sebastian's wrist hard, trying his best to keep quiet. He felt Hunter squeeze around him and he snapped inside, the hot coil springing forth from him and he came so hard he saw stars.
"Love you, baby….love you…love you." Sebastian repeated, mentally afraid Hunter may be too out of his head to hear him say the words that had never left his lips before. His knees threatened to buckle and he was sure they'd both go down in a heap, no question about it. As the two of them sank to the floor, a movement out of the corner of his eye caught Sebastian's attention and he looked to the door, instantly taken aback.
"Blaine! Jesus….voyeur!" he snapped, but he was still grinning. Seb wasn't shy about what he had, that was clear.
"The one and only…" the man in question said sleepily, quietly. "Damn you work fast…" he sneered. "How's it goin', Hunter?" he smiled. "I'm just gonna make myself scarce…You guys are seriously loud…but thanks for the bandage and…yeah…scarce." He grinned, thumb hooking toward the door. "You two enjoy yourselves, you hear? Try not to wake Kurt. He's had a rough night and I don't want it to get worse." Blaine said, walking to the door and closing it quietly behind him.
Hunter twisted and looked Sebastian in the eye before both of them burst out laughing at having been caught.
"Come to bed?" Seb finally said, his legs feeling like they might function now.
"Nowhere I'd rather be. And Seb?" Hunter paused, knowing he needed to say it now more than ever. "I love you, too." He smiled, kissing Sebastian long and hard before dragging him up to the bed.
Kurt woke with a start, unsure why, but he was awake nonetheless. He listened and heard muffled voices from Seb's place, which was nothing new, but when it dawned on him that Blaine was there, he strained to hear. The rain pitter-pattering against his window wasn't helping at all. There were muffled whispers here and there, but he nearly lost the small contents of his stomach when he heard a thump and then the muffled words 'Jesus, oh my God, Sebastian, fuck me, please!" His blood ran cold and he fought off the nausea. Dizziness overwhelmed him and he swung his legs over the side of the bed unsure why, but his first thought was to run.
"Blaine! Oh shit…." He heard, and he whimpered, unable to make it work in his head that Blaine was there…that this might be happening and that the man he loved would do this. The thumps against the wall left nothing to the imagination and he realized it was like a train wreck. He couldn't walk away. He couldn't NOT listen. "Oh God, don't let Kurt hear….our little secret….now let me have this….." he heard, and that's when he realized Jeff was sitting up in the bed, his face a mask of horror at having heard everything Kurt had heard. Unable to hold back anymore, Kurt grabbed the trash can on the side of his bed and began to dry heave into it, sweat rolling down his face and his back, tears mixing with the sweat. Jeff was frozen, his countenance a study in confused anger.
Kurt swayed in the bed, nearly pitching forward, his face drained of any and all color and Jeff jumped up and ran around the bed to steady him.
"Get a bag. Where do you keep…Kurt lay down!" he hissed, fearing Kurt would plunge to the floor. Striding to the closet, Jeff leaned in and yanked on the light cord but was unable to locate any sort of bag to throw a change of clothing into. Frustrated, he grabbed Kurt, his phone and then Kurt's phone and charger that was laying on the nightstand and immediately dialed a number. Kurt couldn't have cared less who he was calling. He was nearly catatonic now, his hands over his ears, going where Jeff dragged him and suddenly a short, animalistic cry left his lips and Jeff froze, unable to even consider what that meant. "C'mon Kurt…c'mon…" he said, dragging him out of the room and into the living room. Depositing Kurt on the sofa, he grabbed a paper shopping bag from under Kurt's kitchen sink and thrust a change of clothing inside, the phone, the charger and then grabbed Kurt's keys that were hanging by the front door. In a matter of 2 or 3 minutes there were out of the apartment and down the stairs.
They stood at the door for not even two minutes before a cab pulled up onto the curb splashing water everywhere as it was now pouring down rain. Jeff nearly had to carry Kurt to the car at this point, but he managed to get him there, shove him in and get an arm around him as Kurt stared straight ahead, saying nothing. Jeff gave the driver Nick's address and then fumbled with his phone to call his boyfriend and tell him they were coming over.
"Yes, now…I'm sorry, Nicky, I know it's early…it's…Please, can we talk about it when I get there. I know you don't care how early it is….I kn-…I know I'm always welcome…I – Nicky! Please!" he finally yelled into the phone. "I have Kurt with me. I'll explain when I get there. I love you, too." He said, disconnecting.
Arriving at Nick's, Jeff unceremoniously hauled Kurt from the car as Terrance hurried over with a large umbrella to hold over the two. If he was surprised to see the both of them in sleepwear and shoeless, he said nothing about it at all.
"Mister Sterling, such a fine, fine pleasure to see you, sir. I expect, perhaps, this is not a social call. If I may be of any service, please know you have only to ring me."
Jeff leaned in and hugged Terrance, throwing him a kind smile as he did so.
"Hey, Terrance. I've missed your face! I Just need to get Kurt upstairs….I'll be back down soon. Thank you!" he said, moving to the elevator, which Nick had unlocked for him. He continued to haul Kurt along with him, the man's feet barely going where his body swayed, the brown bag banging against his leg.
Nick met them at the door, took one look at Kurt and knew something was very, very wrong. Jeff shook his head at him, trying to make him understand that he'd explain later and please not to ask any questions.
They got Kurt into the spare room and covered him up, Jeff sitting next to him on the bed, Kurt staring straight ahead, but his eyes drooping. Nick found him a mild sleeping pill and handed it to him with a bottle of water. Kurt couldn't have cared less at that point if it had been arsenic. He just accepted it and swallowed it.
"Sleep Kurt. You have to be exhausted. I'm not leaving. I'll be right here, I swear to you. Just rest, ok?" Jeff said, running his fingers through Kurt's hair so softly that it almost tickled.
Eventually Kurt drifted off, but he slept fitfully. Jeff, true to his word, stayed by his side or very, very close by. He got up to use the restroom once and before he could make it back to the bedroom he slumped to the floor against the wall outside the door and let his head fall into his hands.
"Jeffie, I don't mind telling you I'm totally wigged out here. What the hell happened?" Nick asked, his face the picture of sympathy and concern. And Jeff told him, in detail, what had happened since he'd gotten home and gone to Kurt's…then what had woken him and how Kurt had reacted. Nick was stunned. It was clear by the glassy eyes and the fact that he had yet to close his mouth.
"And so I just didn't know what to do…I grabbed him and hauled him out of the building and…and here we are. The sound that he made was the most horrible, heart breaking thing I've ever heard exit a human being and I swear to God, Nicky, every hair on my body stood on end. It was like a dying animal, I'm not even kidding."
"Jeff…I don't even know what to say. I'm kind of speechless here."
"That makes two of us, baby."
A/N I'll just leave my apologies here :( Don't hate me...too much?
As always, thanks to Christine for putting up with me ;) Hugs, lady!