SEQUEL TO FIRST DAY

Warning: For this fic you need to be okay with the following pairings/triads: Sebofsky, Kurtofsky, Kurtbastian and Subkurtofsky. You also need to be okay with Klaine breaking up (Kurt is no cheater). This fic is going to have a fair dose of angst and the end relationship will be a Sebkurtofsky triad. Don't like the idea you don't need to read any further.

Author's note: I am not in a polyamorous relationship, but I have three people in my wider circle of friends that have been in a relationship together for eight years. When I see them together it is very obvious to me that they all love each other very much, however I don't think it in anyway qualifies me to write a polyamorous fic. Despite that, I am still giving it a shot. Thanks again to April (Ape31) for being my sounding board when I was planning this fic.

OCTOBER

NYADA is hard. It sucks all his energy away and he falls into his bed most nights barely able to focus on even undressing and putting his clothes away properly. All his performances are assessed critically, and while he shouldn't mind the constructive criticism, it still prickles, makes him wonder whether he's really cut out for performing and being at the mercy of critics for the rest of his life. Blaine and Rachel, when he manages to talk to them, both reassure him that he will develop a thicker skin. He just doesn't know now if he really wants to.

He gets homesick. Of course he does, especially listening to Blaine talk about everything familiar. He laps it up, it makes him feel close, not only to Blaine, but McKinley and the glee club and he never expected to miss Lima like this. Not that he doesn't love New York, because he does, but he does miss the people. He tries telling Blaine about New York, everything he loves (and hates), but after the first few times Blaine's responses have shorted to uninterested sounding hmms and oh yeahs. So he's stopped sharing so much, instead sharing those stories with Dave and Sebastian, where they'll compare funny stories and try and out-do each other.

Those stories are often joint ones, and it throws into sharp relief just how alone he feels sometimes, and such an exchange has him calling Blaine late one night. Seeing him dressed in his pajamas, settled into his bed makes him grin at how sweet Blaine looks and he feels instantly happy at the sight.

"Hi. How are you going?" He smiles and listens as Blaine fills him in on the insane goings on, and now that he is one step removed from said going-ons, they seem even more insane. It fills him with longing, not to be back in Lima, but for them all to be here in New York, sharing his adventure with him.

"I miss you." I miss everyone.

"I miss you too. But you'll be home for Thanksgiving right?"

"I already told you that I can't… the school is putting on a holiday extravaganza. It was this or the Christmas one. And I want to come home for Christmas." He wants to add a 'remember?' onto the end, because he knows he's told Blaine all this already. "You could come up to New York instead?"

The face Blaine pulls has him wishing that they were just on the phone, because Blaine clearly doesn't like the idea of leaving Lima to come and see his boyfriend, which stings. Hurts. He lets out a frustrated sigh and changes the subject, back to something he knows Blaine will want to talk about.

FAF

He feels bad sometimes, when he can tell Kurt misses Blaine. He supposes it's a little selfish, but he wants Kurt to be happy. With Blaine. So he kind of has a vested interest in keeping their relationship going because even though he knows Dave loves him he wonders what Dave would do if he had the choice. It terrifies him like nothing ever has before, but he keeps it to himself, instead taking Kurt to shows he knows he'll like, and because Dave would die of boredom. Except for Avenue Q, which Dave had liked, and he's caught him humming 'If you were gay'several times under his breath.

When they'd initially moved in the plan had been to live at opposite ends of the apartment, with two bedrooms at each, separated by the kitchen, living and dining area. They wouldn't have to even cross paths. Kurt had vetoed that after explaining that them cleaning that much space was impractical and that they didn't have the benefits of him having a housekeeper make his bed every morning. He'd sniped something back about him being jealous, but he knows he lacks some rather basic everyday skills and knowledge. Less so now than a month ago though.

So his parents still have their room at the other side of the apartment, his dad used to spend enough time in New York to warrant them having an apartment here full time. Now his mom uses it when she comes here to shop, or when they're entertaining guests, which is what the other bedroom is ostensibly for. It's been used by Kurt's parents, and even a couple of their friends so far, and he is starting to appreciate just how lucky he is after attempting to spend one night in Dave's dorm room. Not something he will ever be attempting again, but he'd wanted to give Kurt some space. Next time he's just taking Dave to a hotel, although he doubts Dave will let him.

"You guys make a cute couple."

"I think you missed out a word. We make a hot couple. Scorching."

That at least makes Kurt laugh and roll his eyes, and he's glad he can lighten his mood, because seeing Kurt down in the dumps actually makes him feel bad for the guy.

"Of course you think that," Kurt says, but he can hear the amusement in his tone, and he's pretty sure Kurt is attracted to both him and Dave. Although for himself he's pretty sure it's for his body and not his sparkling wit… Dave is the entire package though, and he couldn't blame Kurt for being interested. The little spike of fear-jealousy has him keeping Dave and Kurt separate for a few days before realizing he's being irrational. He knows Dave noticed but was too sweet to say anything. He's not sure if that's a good sign or not.

FAF

They're noisy when they come home and he's about to go out and yell at them to shut the hell up, because normal people are trying to sleep at two in the morning but then he hears it, the thump of a body hitting a wall followed by a breathless moan. He stops, hand halfway to turning his light on when they speak…

"You're a little cock tease sometimes, you know that right?"

"Yeah…"

"You were doing it on purpose weren't you? Little shit…"

"Yeah…" and he hears Sebastian laugh lowly.

"Fuck Seb… the things you do to me…"

He rolls his eyes. He's still tempted to go out and yell at them, but that would require effort, and putting on a shirt, and they're going to shuffle down to Sebastian's bedroom any second now. Any second… surely? He can definitely hear shuffling, but it doesn't sound like it's moving further away, and he's actually straining his ears to hear what they might be doing. Was that a zipper?

"God Dave, please…"

He lets his head thunk back on the pillow, hoping it creates some noise, gives them some indication that they're not actually alone. Except of course it's a pillow and it makes no noise whatsoever. Instead he pulls it over his head, pulling it close to his ears and he really hopes that this will muffle the sound. Or he could get up and get ear plugs. He'd brought some in anticipation for things like this, but had never needed them before. Or… his music! He could listen to music! He scrambles around his bed, trying to find his discarded music player, or even his phone, while keeping the pillow as firmly fastened to his head as possible. Except it slips and it's now somewhere beneath his bed. This can't be happening.

"That's what you've been angling for all night?"

"Yes. Now please… just…"

"God Seb, you could just ask you know."

"Where's the fun in that?

There's obviously some conversation points he's missing, and as he scrambles around underneath his bed he tries to ignore the fact that two guys are making out on just the other side of his bedroom wall. It's… disconcerting. Yes. That's what it is. Definitely.

"Oh… you have a point. What, you want it here, right in the hall?"

"I don't care. Just as long as it's soon. I just really need to be fucked right now. Please."

"God I love it when you say things like that, all needy and breathy and desperately horny. So fucking hot." Dave's voice, and he's never heard it sound like that. Sebastian either. And he never really wanted to, but now he knows what they must sound like in the privacy of their own bedroom. Where they should be going… He hears the clink of a belt buckle and he stares at his bedroom door in horror. They can't actually be planning to have sex right outside his bedroom, surely?

"No, not actually in the hallway…" Thank God! Dave is finally speaking some sense!

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because… I don't really want Kurt waking up and interrupting us."

"He's not here. Some study session turning into a girls night or some shit… he said he was staying over."

Fuck. Sebastian is right – he did have a study session, but he decided to come home and now his best friend and roommate are planning on having sex in the hallway… The fact that his cock has filled, is hanging heavier between his legs, is equal parts embarrassing, arousing and humiliating. It's been too long since he saw Blaine, since they tried (and failed miserably) Skype-sex. It had just been too funny for the both of them, so they'd given it up as a bad job.

This though, the sound of deep grunts, muttered cursing and naked flesh slapping against naked flesh has him hard. He tries to dispel the image that it's David and Sebastian, but the images keep flooding back, filling his mind with stretches of bared skin slick with lube and sweat. He finds them both attractive, more so than before, now that he counts them as friends, and he supposes he needs to have that kind of bond to be sexually attracted to someone… except nope, there're quite a few exceptions to that rule.

Now he's really regretting not trying harder at Skype-sex with Blaine, oh god, now he's making bad puns in his own head. Harder. He really needs to take care of this… and Dave and Sebastian will never know. He repeats that over and over in his head as he gets back on his bed, music player still gripped tightly in his fist and he shoves it under his pillow for later, just incase he needs it. Swallowing he shimmies his hips so that his pants are twisted around his ankles, one hand going to his cock and the other covering his mouth. God he hopes they are too far gone to hear him, too far gone to be paying attention to other things going on around them.

He licks his hand, not wanting to risk opening his draw because it sticks and makes way too much noise and he's probably being paranoid but once his fingers close around his cock he really doesn't care that it's going to be a little rough and ready. He hasn't had anything but his hand for comfort since he moved to New York anyway, and maybe the increased friction of just his hand will feel different. Better. It definitely feels better, but that might be due to the sounds coming through the wall, and he knows Dave is fucking Sebastian, because the way Sebastian is going on it can't be any other way.

He moves his hand on his cock, up and down evenly, it already feels feverish hot, and maybe this is why people watch porn, the added stimulus, because the sound of them is definitely adding to his pleasure, which he feels a little shameful about, even just listening.

"God, love it when you fuck me like this…"

"You love it… any way I fuck you…"

"Uh uh uh… yeah…"

He wonders what it would be like to be with them, all of their bodies sliding together and he bites his hand, cheeks flaming hot under his forearm and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get rid of the images of their bodies sliding together, two mouths on his skin, hands everywhere, lips and… Fuck. He grips and thrusts into his fist, knowing he's close, much closer than the two outside his door, but they're having sex on a daily basis… he's not.

He comes it hot wet spurts, teeth biting into the ball of his palm, other hand continuing to stroke as he pulls his hand away from his mouth, taking in deep sucking breaths as quietly as possible. The headiness of his arousal and resulting orgasm fades too quickly and the guilt floods in, like he's somehow sullied not only his friendship with Dave and Sebastian, but definitely his relationship with Blaine.

FAF

He's cooking the next morning, something Sebastian still has no real interest in, despite their joined cooking lessons over the summer. He definitely has a taste for the food Dave makes him though, plus enjoys watching him in the kitchen. He's making omelets, the coffee machine (which is ridiculous) burbling away, and he knows the smell will draw Sebastian out of bed soon enough. The sound of shuffling feet has him turning to find a sleep rumpled Sebastian, hair sticking out at odd angles and on the verge of grumpiness. Coffee, food and a hot shower fix that. Or a blow job, but he's not dropping to his knees while he's cooking. He prefers his food without the added flavor of char. Or come.

"Morning," he says quietly, pouring coffee and trying not to show his amusement. It must shine through anyway because he gets a finger and then a quiet 'thanks' and he watches as Sebastian strokes his thumb over his heart and he returns the gesture. He still can't believe how easy this feels and he grins down at the omelet, poking it to see if it has set before sliding it into the oven for a minute of so. He feels Sebastian come and press his body against his back, placing a small kiss on the curve of his neck.

"Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you."

"Must have been in a previous life," Dave says, throwing a grin over his shoulder before getting a poke to his side in return, making him laugh.

"Morning!" Kurt greets, bouncing into the kitchen and he frowns, because he knows he didn't hear the front door open. Sebastian is doing the same, although his grumpiness level has increased, Kurt's effervescence first thing on the morning reminds him just how much he isn't put together. He takes the omelet out of the oven and wonders if he could split it three ways. Yes, if he makes some toast.

"Hey, you're here. I didn't hear you come in last night… you must have been really late. Or early this morning?" Sebastian asks, and he can hear the simply polite tone, can tell Sebastian isn't really interested but is trying despite his lack of food and coffee.

"Uh yeah… late."

He looks up and Kurt shifts his eyes away abruptly, and he looks embarrassed, as if… oh fuck. He knows then that Kurt must have been home before them. Had decided to come home early and… gone to bed. They hadn't gotten in until two, both of them enjoying the music and dancing at the clubs. Sebastian had been flirting with anything that moved, and he'd not been phased until he realized that Sebastian was deliberately trying to make him jealous. He'd found it amusing, but had gone along with it, pinning Sebastian up against the wall of the club while he ground his cock against Dave's thigh.

They'd made out almost non-stop on the train home, not caring about other people, and stopping occasionally on the short walk from the station to run their hands over each others bodies. He'd been aching and hard in his pants when they'd got home, hadn't really been paying attention to whether Kurt's jacket was hung up near the door, he has so many of them anyway. And he'd rather been preoccupied with his boyfriend. That doesn't stop the embarrassment now though, knowing Kurt probably heard them having sex. Fuck, for all he knows Kurt might hear them have sex all the time, it's not like they're quiet, keep it a secret or confine it only to nocturnal hours. They're both equal opportunists when it comes to sex. He's not sure how he feels about knowing that Kurt heardthem though. Definitely. Everything before has been hypothetical. This is rather more definite and he can feel that his cheeks are burning hot, but at least he can blame the oven.

FAF

He's not surprised at how quickly eats and then excuses himself, saying he has to go and practice or rehearse. The food and coffee have cleared his mind a bit, and he's re-played the last thirty minutes. Dave's sudden embarrassment, and his own realization that Kurt's outer bedroom wall was christened last night. Probably been christened before, twice, if he knows his parents, and not necessarily together, but he doesn't care about that. Last night it was him and Dave, and there wasn't meant to have been a third person.

He can tell Dave is upset, although he's not sure by what exactly. The sex, or the fact that Kurt was home? Or…

"Dave? You know I really didn't think he was home, right? I didn't –"

Dave looks at him and he feels vulnerable at the look on his face, one of worry and something he can't quite place, but it's close to embarrassment. The thought that maybe Dave thinks he somehow planned for Kurt to be able to hear them. He might feel a little jealous sometimes, but he doesn't feel that need to lay a claim so blatantly. It's obvious Dave loves him.

"I know. I know you would never… You were just as surprised as me this morning. I was, just, uh… surprised."

"Why? That he was home? He does live here you know."

"Shut up. I know that. No. I was -. No, don't worry. It's nothing."

"Pfft. Yeah right. There's something and now I know there's something I'm not going to let you go until you tell me…"

He turns to face him, sliding his body and moving to straddle Dave's legs. They're sitting on the sofa in the lounge, watching a re-play of some game, although neither of them are paying attention to it now. They're both still in their pajamas, or the clothes they refer to as their pajamas simply for Kurt's peace of mind, because they both go naked in the bedroom.

"What is it? If it's not the idea that he heard making you embarrassed, then…" he rolls his hips and grins when Dave shifts and he can feel his cock filling. "Oh… you like the idea? That he was listening? Could hear me screaming your name?"

"Fuck up Sebastian…"

"Oh…" He's actually right, he can tell by the way Dave has tensed up, looking sad and angry and is trying to unseat him and move away. He presses back, making the most of the fact that Dave would never want to hurt him so would never use his full force. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Dave. Dave, look at me." He cups Dave's face in his hands, kissing him softly and rubbing their noses for a brief moment before pulling back.

"It's okay. You think I mind?"

"No, I just feel like some things should be private."

"I have a roommate, its not possible all the time. So what if he heard us? So what if you find the idea hot? So do I," Sebastian says, and he does actually, although he's always been into voyeurism a bit, so the idea of Kurt watching is even more of a turn on, but the way Dave is freaking out makes him keep those thoughts to himself.

"You know you can say anything to me right? I won't judge. I love you."

It's only the second time he's actually ever said the words out loud, and like the last time he gets the same enthusiastic response, Dave's hands on his hips, and now that he's not trying to buck him off he lets Dave lift him, and grins as he gets carried to the bedroom.

FAF

They're shopping for food. It's the only type of shopping he's gotten Dave to agree to, and only when he actually wants to cook a meal. He knows Sebastian has a late class tonight, and he likes these nights when it's just him and Dave for a few hours. At least they've gotten over their mutual embarrassment since that night, Dave apologizing all red-faced when he'd gotten back to the apartment before fleeing for his dorm room. Sebastian had just laughed at Kurt's own embarrassment and told him to lighten up, walking around shirtless for the remainder of the weekend and flaunting the bite marks and scratches on his skin like war wounds.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Dave replies, slightly distracted as he compares two different types of saffron.

"You don't need to answer, it's just something I've noticed, and, well –"

"Just spit it out. I won't answer if I don't want to."

"Right. Of course. Okay then. So. I've noticed that Sebastian never says that he loves you, and I guess he might say it in private, but I just thought… does that bug you? That he doesn't tell you in front of other people?"

He says it fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid, and he hopes Dave isn't offended. All Dave does though is look at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Have you heard me tell him I love him?"

"Oh…"

He hadn't thought of that, that maybe they just don't love each other. Although, he's seen them together, the small things they do for each other, the touches when they think no one else is looking. To him, it's obvious that they love each other. Dave is watching his face, obviously amused and elbows him gently.

"Seb doesn't need to tell me. He shows me. Tells me in other ways."

"Oh. Right. I guess I'm just the type that needs to hear it. Blaine says it all the time."

Dave hums and nods.

"The thing with Seb is that his words are sometimes the complete opposite of his intention, or his motivations. You kind of need to interpret him."

"Yeah, I've figured that out since living with him. Plus you're a good influence on him. He's far nicer now than he used to be."

Dave looks pleased at that, and he guesses he would be too if he was such a positive aspect in someone's live. Then Dave looks around, as if checking to see if they're being listened to, like he is about to impart a big secret.
"You want to know something?"

"With that tone of voice and the super-secret look around? Of course!"

"Have you seen Sebastian do this?"

He watches as Dave lays a hand on his chest, over his heart and strokes downward with his thumb and he frowns. He's definitely seen Sebastian do that, many times. Dave as well now that he thinks about it.

"Oh. Huh. I thought that was maybe a nervous tick of something."

Dave laughs and shakes his head.

"No, that's just how we say I love you to each other without actually saying it out loud all the time. We do say it out loud, just in case you were worried."

He's still chuckling as he pops the saffron he's selected into the basket and Kurt pokes his tongue out and pulls a face at him which just makes him laugh louder. It's a nice sound.

FAF

Some days Dave can't believe how wonderful Sebastian is. And others he wants to just wrap his hands around his neck and shake some sense into him. Today is not one of those days though, and he has to resist bouncing on his toes as they move closer to the front of the line. First game of the season for the New York Rangers and at Madison Square Gardens. He can't believe that he's actually about to have this experience. Sebastian is grinning beside him, and he can't believe that he's just been given a season pass.

He'll have to figure out some way of repaying him back. Maybe go to a show or something, although Seb loves sport as much as him, and he's pretty sure going to a show and falling asleep again would just serve to piss him off. They settle in their seats and the three hours of game fly. His throat feels raw from yelling, and he feels pumped with adrenaline from watching his team win. Sure he'd supported the Bobcats back in Lima, but they're not playing and he's a New Yorker now. He has to root for the home team.

They talk about the game all the way home, rehashing different plays. It makes him miss playing a team sport, and he says so. Seb purses his lips and he knows then he should have probably kept quiet, although when he suggests that maybe they could take up something together he is immediately interested, although he can't imagine Sebastian playing hockey or football, and he can't see himself taking up soccer. Lacrosse though. He'd enjoyed that, at least the practices with the team, so that might be something. He wraps an arm around Sebastian's shoulders as they walk and hugs him, simply kissing the side of his face when Sebastian gives him a 'what the hell?' look.

FAF

It's nearing the end of the month when he hears it, the unmistakable sound of crying. He's never heard Kurt cry before; he's seen Kurt in various shades of angry, upset, happy and nearly everything in between, but crying. He doesn't like it, mainly because Kurt would never show his vulnerability like this, to him especially, unless it was really bad. He knocks on the door frame, and he guesses Kurt thought the door was shut.

"What's wrong?"

"Sebastian. Hmm? Oh. Nothing." Sebastian snorts in disbelief and looks around the tissue-strew bed, takes in Kurt's red-rimmed eyes. "Fine, if you really must know, I just got stood up."

"What? You had a date?" Sebastian asks, and he frowns, not really sure if Kurt had a date with someone else, and he's missing something, or… no. He's confused.

"With Blaine," Kurt says, clearly exasperated with him and he nods. "A Skype date." Kurt adds, and he can tell he's feeling a little better at least. Enough to be exasperated with him, which he'll take as a good sign. And a Skype date makes more sense, he didn't really think Kurt would cheat. He's got the same moral code as Dave. Crying though, that needs to stop, although it already has. He needs to distract him though, cheer him up. He's good at that now.

"Come on, let's go."

"What? Where?"

"Going to take you to a show. Remind you why New York rocks."

"What? No, I can't. We can't. Dave is coming around to see you –"

"He'll understand. Come on."

"I can't go out like this!"

"Kurt you look fine, as always. Now come on before we miss the start."

He gives him a quick once over, assessing, and Kurt has to know that he'll always be brutally honest with him. Kurt watches in quiet bemusement as Sebastian gather's up scarves and gloves, throwing Kurt's jacket at him and shoving his wallet and keys into his own pocket.

"What are we going to see?"

He shrugs.

"Whatever hasn't started and whatever we can get tickets to."

Kurt laughs, obviously thinking he's a little crazy, but Sebastian just grins, letting himself be buoyed up by the sound.

FAF

They see The Accidental Pervert, having decided against Five Lesbians eating a Quiche, although they both agree that maybe coming back another night to see that might be worth it. Sebastian insists on getting dinner, seeing as neither of them have eaten. He feels a flash of guilt at that, because Dave was meant to have cooked dinner, but he knows he's okay, a text message from him earlier telling him he hopes he has a good night and to enjoy himself. Coming from the boyfriend of the man he's currently having dinner with feels really weird.

They place their orders, Sebastian ordering a bottle of wine with such ease that the waiter only pauses briefly before nodding in acceptance. He can feel the frown on his face though, the idea of someone drinking an entire bottle of wine.

"Are you planning on getting drunk?"

"I don't get drunk."

"A bottle of wine Sebastian? That would get anyone drunk."

"Firstly. I'm not going to drink it all. I'm going to give you a glass in the vain attempt to educate your palate, like my mother somehow managed with Dave, hopeless though it seemed to me at the time." They share a smile. "I mean it though, I don't get drunk. I appreciate my alcohol, slowly and with good food to bring out the flavors. I've been drinking since I was twelve, watered down wine to start, but I don't need to drink and make an idiot of myself."

"And when you do such a good job without the alcohol too…" He grins, meaning it as a joke and when Sebastian laughs and rolls his eyes he relaxes a little, letting go a little. They talk, and it's surprising how attentively Sebastian listens as he talks about Blaine. How he feels, about everything. This is a more serious side of Sebastian, one he hasn't really had focused solely on him before and it feels intense. Weird but good.

He listens in return as Sebastian instructs him to sip the wine, swirl it over his tongue and into his cheeks. He feels stupid, but the wine is either nicer than what he's ever tasted before, or the slow instructions Sebastian is giving him are helping him enjoy the experience. It's probably a combination. Unlike Sebastian he is not used to drinking and despite the large main meal he devours he feels a little light headed toward the end.

He can't blame the alcohol for how much he talks though, that's probably due to the fact that it's the end of the week, he'd been saving up so much to tell Blaine and then nothing. Just a text telling him he couldn't make it. No explanation, nothing. It could be worse, he might not have gotten the text message at all, but it's been almost an entire week since he spoke to Blaine. He misses him.

"So go and see him. Work your ass off – I know you can't go home for Thanksgiving, but there are three weekends between now and then. What about Veteran's day, that falls on a weekend this year."

"I…"

"Stop making excuses. Come on. I'll even help pay for the ticket."

"If you wanted to get rid of me –"

"Shut up. I'm just sick of you moping round the apartment and bringing me down. Come on, let's get home to Dave."

FAF

They're sitting in silence on the train, bodies rocking slightly with the motion and he can tell Kurt is feeling better, having already booked a flight home for the second weekend in November. It's good, quiet companionship and if anyone had ever told him a year ago this was where he'd be now, his boyfriend, boyfriend, at home in bed asleep waiting for him, and Kurt Hummel would be his roommate; he'd have wanted a restart button for his life. But he wouldn't change it. They get off at their station and walk briskly, both now tired he guesses from another long week.

"Do you ever jerk off to other people?"

That makes his eyes snap open, and sure they're the only ones in street, but…

"Fucking hell. What kind of question is that?"

He can't tell, but he imagines Kurt is blushing bright red and he shakes his head.

"Sorry, ignore me. Was just… thinking out loud."

"That's the lamest excuse I ever heard. You have a question just ask Kurt."

Kurt huffs, and he knows he doesn't like it when Sebastian calls him out like that, but it's his own fault. He swipes them into the building and presses the up button for the lift. Kurt is silent for a little while, but he can tell he's thinking over what he wants to say.

"Just, when you… are alone. Which I know isn't often, with Dave here all the time, but before…" Kurt pauses, and is probably thinking along the lines that he doesn't exactly have a lot, if any, relationships to compare this to. He gets what Kurt is asking, but he doesn't know why… They enter the apartment and only the dimmer lights are on and he smiles at Dave's thoughtfulness.

"Yeah. Of course it's normal to imagine other people. Celebrities. Strangers. Imaginary people. Imaginary situations. Fuck. Anyone."

"Friends?"

"Well, yeah. Wait…" The thought that Kurt could be talking about Dave completely blindsides him and makes his stomach clench uncomfortably. "Who were you thinking of?"

"No one. Don't worry, it's not important. Just curious. Thanks!"

With that Kurt steps into his bedroom and closes the door and he doesn't know what to do except…

"It's okay to jerk off over me Kurt, I know I'm hot!"

"Oh god! Fuck off Sebastian!"

He laughs quietly and he can hear Kurt laughing on the other side of the door as he head down to his bedroom and to where Dave is waiting for him.