Hi, sorry I know it's been a while. I spent the last months in Toronto and hadn't had time to write. I know there are a lot of grammatical mistakes in this fic but I guess I'll have to wait to finish it to fix it. Besides, I'm posting this chapter in a rush because I need to go to sleep but if don't do it I won't do it for another week so... Anyway please tell me what you thought of this chapter and please feel free to share with me your opinion.

"Mmh," Sebastian mumbled without much force, letting his body fall on Kurt's chest and struggling not to fall asleep in that very second.

He was feeling a bit out, to be honest. He was hardly aware of the sound that came out of the sun as his weight collapsed on him. He was too tired, having spent the last half hour tied with God know what keeping his ankles as well as his wrists together, the latter also tied to the top of the headboard, keeping him on his knees on the mattress, just the way Kurt wanted him, Too damned hot under that fucking feather teasing him over and over, denied to even produce a word, a thick gag between his teeth making sure of it. Not to mention, he couldn't come.

Or he wasn't supposed to.

Sebastian winced, moving to a more comfortable position and letting his head rest on the dom's chest just below his chin.

It had been a mistake, and Kurt knew that. Sebastian knew he did. It had just… it had become too much at one point, he was too oversensitive and kind of sore and Kurt's fingers were finally touching him again, his fingers wet and slick on his skin and he was really trying to hold on but it was… it was impossible. Human body just couldn't take that sort of pressure, urges are urges after all, nature, there wasn't a way to stop it. So he didn't.

He was thankful Kurt hadn't brought up his little slip, especially because at the time, he was so absolutely lost in the pleasure he was sure he wouldn't have managed to even look sorry. But no, Kurt had only slipped under him to undo the improvised strings —made of something he took from his closet, Sebastian wasn't sure what— keeping his hands tied to the head of the bed and took the gag —Kurt had actually brought that in his bag— out of his mouth. Once he was free from his restraints he'd just let himself fall over the bed… or well, more like over Kurt.

And now he was totally spent out, exhausted, dried after an orgasm that had seemed to last forever— even now, his limp dick was still weakly throbbing. Thank god Kurt had insisted in the use of a condom, to avoid the mess he'd said, and though Sebastian hadn't liked the idea at the beginning, he admitted that otherwise his bed would be a chaos by now.

They spent some time like this, with Sebastian lying atop Kurt, too lazy to dream about moving away. He expected the dom to complain eventually, he knew he was nothing close to lightweight, besides, he was sticky, and probably reeking, but he was so comfy… Kurt smelled marvellous, better than anything Sebastian had ever perceived before, and his skin was soft and warm and his muscles felt strong under him, he didn't want to let go. But after minutes and minutes of waiting for the other boy to say something he was beginning to suspect that he wouldn't receive any kind of life sign from Kurt. He didn't seem very eager to leave, at least. It made Sebastian feel better, he wasn't sure why, but the dom seemed as relaxed against him as he felt himself. It was rather... pleasant.

Sebastian knew he wasn't the best company any day of the week. He knew he was arrogant, sarcastic and that most people didn't share his sense of humor, he had always been very aware of these things and Kurt had never been shy to make it clear that his opinion was no different. But as the long, soft fingers moved from his shoulder to his wrist in a slow pacing he felt almost as if Kurt could enjoy his presence too and not just endure it.

That thought prompted him to open his eyes, which Sebastian hadn't noticed when he had closed, and moved, with a little difficulty since his ankles were still tied, to look at Kurt's face, who, he realized, was frowning and looking away.

He tried to keep a neutral expression. "Are you mad?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice, probably due to the time he'd spent with the gag in his mouth.

Kurt's head turned to him, mouth slightly open with what he thought was surprise. His blue eyes were dark when Sebastian looked into them. Kurt began to shake his head, bringing up a faint smile, as if dismissing the topic. "It's… a dom thing. You don't need to worry about it."

But Sebastian, being Sebastian, couldn't leave things like that.

"So you think I couldn't understand it." He said, lifting his head and moving aside until his weight fell on the mattress so they were side by side now.

"I didn't mean that," Kurt answered, taking both hands to his head for a couple seconds, perhaps considering what to say next. "It doesn't matter, it's stupid and I don't want to talk about it."

Sebastian pressed his lips together.

"How do you feel?" Kurt changed the subject immediately. He stood up a little, leaning on his right forearm to look at Sebastian, who only raised his eyebrows at the question, waiting several seconds to respond.

"A little... weak, I think."

Kurt grimaced at that. "You need to rest. Sleep a little." He said it like a command even though it had that kind and soft tone to it. Sebastian appreciated the feeling, but he didn't really feel the need to sleep, despite the way his muscles pricked under his skin and the lower part of his body complained about the effort he had been subjected to the last hour. On the contrary, Sebastian felt more and more awake every passing second.

Kurt stared at him, waiting to be obeyed. Sebastian bit his lip, the dom looked so edible right now. His face was all flushed over, slightly pink skin framing his eyes and going all the way down his neck, disappearing under the blue-sky shirt which was now a total mess, everything going the wrong place and wrinkles appearing on the delicate fabric, one of the last buttons was even loosened and... shit, Kurt's cock was so obvious through his pants. Sebastian had come ages ago, it seemed, but Kurt was just as hard as Sebastian had been, and he'd ignored it, as if it wasn't something almost impossible for a man. He must be aching by now, and Sebastian longed to touch, to be allowed…

"I mean it, Bas. You should sleep."

He smiled at the nickname. He definitely preferred that to Nick and Jeff 'Sebbs' or 'Sebby'. Kurt returned the smile, that, until he noticed Sebastian's hand sliding slowly to Kurt's abdomen, running his fingers through one of the buttons.

"I have better ideas..."

Kurt's face contracted subtly and one of his hands covered Sebastian's. "What you think you're doing?" He asked, and that dragged Sebastian's attention back to his face. He couldn't help but stare at Kurt's lips, pink, wet with saliva, moving with his forming words, warm breath coming out from between them to hit him right on his face. And when he looks up, Kurt's looking right back at him. In that moment, he knows they're both thinking exactly the same. Like they're connected. But Kurt looks away as soon as he notices Sebastian's gaze, anxiously moving his shoulders and arms to try to put some distance between them.

Sebastian merely leans forward, making something like a fondle motion with his nose along Kurt's jaw. He shuddered involuntarily, and Sebastian smirked, satisfied.

"You can do it again, you know… if you want, in the future." He muttered. He's still playing with that button on Kurt's shirt, working to get it through the hole with just two fingers. Sadly, Kurt barely showed any kind of acknowledgement to his insinuation, but that didn't mean he hadn't heard it, and by the way his tongue came out to wet his lips he sensed that he had.

Sebastian parted his own lips, taking the bone of the jaw between them and sucking. He got no reaction. He grumbled a little at being ignored and his fingers moved up to the next button of the shirt. Kurt stilled himself. Sebastian wasn't getting any of it so before Kurt did anything he undid the next button and kept on, his fingers moving faster as Kurt tried to catch his hand.

"You need permission to do that. I already told you that."

"Did you?" a smile spread across Sebastian's lips as he kept sucking, adding a little teeth now.

"And you need to learn to listen," Kurt said, but his efforts to stop Sebastian's attempt to get him naked had almost completely stopped. To be honest, he did not really remember Kurt telling him that, which proved a point, but it was not his priority at the time.

"You need to learn to relax." He replied, a little too cocky maybe, because Kurt moved his head away.

"Yeah, probably, and you're not doing a job helping me!"

"But I will." And with that Sebastian was straddling Kurt, undoing the last buttons of his shirt in the blink of an eye.

The skin on Kurt's chest was pale and creamy and homogenous, without a single imperfection just like his face, and though it was not as muscled as his own chest it was attractive enough that Sebastian wanted to bend over and taste everywhere. Kurt did not take long to try to move, and when Sebastian's weight didn't allow it he tried to go back to hold him by the wrists, which Sebastian let him do, taking advantage of the moment to immediately bury his head in his neck, just as he had done days before, only this time he had much more, much more to play. He started to lick and suck on Kurt's neck, leaving little kisses here and there. The shorter boy shifted in surprise but Sebastian quickly followed, returning to his work.

Kurt sighed, sounding defeated.

"Would you stop for— a moment?" God Kurt tasted so good, salty and sweet at the same time and the skin on his chest was smooth and perfect under his tongue and it was addictive, why hadn't they done this before instead of taking stupid hot baths and talking? "Seba-" He sucked harder in a particularly good spot and Kurt moaned, which in his book counts as a victory.

He moved his arms, trying to get Kurt to free his wrists without getting any results. He wanted to touch more, touch everything he could but the way he was being held and with his ankles still tied he barely had enough freedom of movement to move his head.

He could feel and see the bulge growing in the pants of the dom and it made him go a bit ruthless with the moving, lowering his hips to meet Kurt's, which caused the hands on his wrists to tighten it's hold, moving up to contain him.

"Stop, I can't think with you doing that!"

"That's the idea," Sebastian chuckled, disinclined to stop, though eventually he had to.

Kurt had those eyes on him, those irritable patient eyes. It was like he wanted Sebastian to… he didn't know what. He hated that he had to be so fucking gentle all the time, it made him feel like he didn't know where he was standing. If he didn't really want Sebastian he could just kick him in the balls and shove him away, it wouldn't be difficult from this position, but instead he just… stayed. It drove him mad.

"Come on, down, now. You don't need to do that." Kurt said, slowly lowering Sebastian's hands until they were almost on his chest.

Sebastian let himself fall on the bed at the dom's side, releasing one big sigh. There was likely an ugly frown stamped on his face and, as much as Sebastian hated it, he could almost feel the pout drawn on his lips. He looked at the ceiling, doing everything not to look at Kurt's face. He didn't want to know whether he was upset or amused or flustered or whatever.

"Sorry." He finally said, because he had to, because they had to move on, and because he… he felt like an asshole. "I overstepped." He mumbled reluctantly, bitting his tongue not to say something else. He hated to admit his mistakes, and he rarely did it, so that was probably the reason he was so pissed off, it had nothing to do with Kurt, or the fact that this was what? The tenth time he was rejected by him in half a month?

He saw out of the corner of his eye Kurt turning his head to look directly at him. "Yes, you did." Kurt said and Sebastian rolled his eyes helplessly. "But it's okay. We've been through this before, though."

"Yeah, I know." Sebastian acknowledged. "Even though I still think you're a fool. There's nothing wrong with accepting reciprocity ... and gratitude."

He could hear the smile on Kurt's face when he spoke. "I'll settle for a thank you."

So, Sebastian had nothing left but to accept the facts. He was not likely to get anything more than Kurt's hand on the short term, and he was not allowed to do anything to him neither. He could as well accept it.

He turned his head to one side; Kurt was still lying on his back, an almost imperceptible smile on his lips and the residue of a small blush on his cheekbones. His chest was still fully exposed to his eyes, his shirt wide open and falling to his sides on the bed. Sebastian had to suppress a whimper. He looked absolutely ravishing.

Kurt's eyes caught his, and as soon as he realized the way Sebastian was looking at him, he looked back at his own bare chest, making a rather funny face and bringing the sides of his shirt together to cover himself.

Sebastian didn't know whether to laugh or growl in frustration.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, looking where Kurt was trying - and failing - to button his shirt.

"I'm... a little insecure, I guess. "

Doing his best not chuckle. Sebastian took advantage of the last seconds of the view before replying. "Yeah, I've noticed. Though I do not really get why you are."

Kurt shrugged, having finished making his shirt. "Cons to grow a fem gay dom in Ohio, probably."

"Your not so fem, I'd say flamboyant is the right word, well, except maybe for your clothes-"

"And my voice, and my face?"

Sebastian almost lifted his eyebrows to the middle of his forehead in response to the boy's tone. He was only trying to joke goddamnit, but Kurt didn't look like he understood that, he looked dead serious. Sebastian knew this couldn't be just because of some stupid comments he made weeks ago, there had to be more to it. Of course, it wasn't difficult to sort out, Kurt did sound like a girl sometimes, mostly on the phone, if you didn't pay enough attention, you'd swear you're talking to one, his delicate features and the kind of stuff he wore didn't help either, Sebastian could only imagine the amount of teasing –and bullying, surely- for which Kurt had to pass.

Kurt gasps when he feels the way Sebastian's hand is playing with the skin above his belt. Sebastian talks just under his ear, causing the dom's eyes to open and his body to startle involuntarily. "Why don't you let me help you with those… esteem problems, huh?" And Sebastian was willing, so very willing.

Kurt cleared his throat and moved away, rising from the bed and looking at Sebastian as if he was accusing him of something.

"Sex is not going to fix my problems. Just as it won't fix yours!" He stated, furrowed eyebrows and hands still fixing the state of his clothes.

He put an arm behind his head and smiled as he noticed how Kurt couldn't stop himself from looking down at his body. "But it is fixing my problems."

When his smile grew bigger, Kurt grabbed his blanket from the ground and threw it as forcefully as he could at him, covering mainly his crotch, but also half his face and his left arm.

"No! Sickness is just one of your problems. And is one with an expiration date. You have bigger problems, even if you won't admit it." He asserted. Sebastian just rolled his eyes as he tugged the blanket off his head.

"And how much more can that expiration date take to arrive, oh you great wise man? I'm growing a little bit tired of the constant burning under my skin every second of the day, not that you would know anything about it, being a dom…"

Kurt just put his hands on his hips and lifted his chin, pointedly ignoring Sebastian's attempt at starting a new argument. No point in trying to fight over it, really, Kurt indeed could know nothing about the things he was feeling, he may know all theory books and studies had to tell but if he wasn't the one going through it… well, Sebastian only wished he were a little less picky.

The dom's voice was just matter-of-fact when he talked. "You barely have more than a couple weeks. You still have quite some time to go through."

He felt his forehead furrow. Had it really only been that little?

"Fucking shit." He breathed out, resigned. Looking at the ceiling again he wondered how much of this he could take before he did something really stupid. Seriously, there were times when he thought cutting his dick off would hurt less.

He didn't notice Kurt coming closer until he felt the weight fall on the mattress a few seconds later. Kurt stared at him, something like a sympathetic smile on his lips.

"Tell me something?" The boy asked and Sebastian nodded without much thought. "How come you know so little about... well, about submissives. You know, not because you are one but, generally, how is it possible?"

Sebastian sighed, he actually preferred to return as they were fifteen minutes ago.

"It's not a long story, I've never formally attended any of the classes.I'm not a dom, so I never had the blood tests required to enter dom classes, and I refused to go to the sub's."

"But it's mandatory." Kurt pointed out. Somewhere between his brief explanation Kurt's hand had slid from his place to Sebastian's right leg, just below his knee, and was making small circles with his thumb, causing that 80% of Sebastian's attention could focus only on that spot alone. "Puck, my brother's best friend, tried to escape sub classes in freshman year but they didn't let him. Practically dragged him there for several days until he had to give in. How did you do it?" Kurt remembered. The small movements on Sebastian's leg had the words getting out of his mouth without any filter, or even less than normal.

"My father and his family have influences, so-" oh that felt nice. He was still so sore from yesterday's tryout. "-I could evade it.

I just threw a tantrum and told them it was a waste of time and refused to go, and at that time they were happy to meet any whim that went through my head." Kurt nodded, stating he was following. I didn't want to go, kinda scared me, I thought they were going to brainwash me or something, make me like the others. "

Kurt just kept making that thing with his hand, sitting there and looking at Sebastian.

"And your parents? How do they feel about you being a sub?"

Sebastian couldn't help going rigid. "It doesn't matter how they feel, but how I feel." He answered, sounding more than a little defensive.

"I agree." Kurt muttered, and Sebastian could say he was just trying to get him to calm down. "It just strikes me as weird that they let you avoid one of the most important moments in one's life."

Sebastian snorted bitterly, but didn't move an inch to not to risk the movement in his leg from stopping.

"I know you don't think of it as that. But look at what happened, what did skip those vital lessons get you? Do you think that depriving yourself of your basic needs is the right thing to do?" Kurt scolded him, frowning slightly.

Sebastian opened his mouth to answer that he didn't give a shit about the right thing to do, but Kurt's warning eyes got him to stop. Why was he being so rude? He didn't want to be obnoxious, they had barely reached a point of familiarity, he was not about to ruin it.

"Maybe, but- It seemed like a good idea, at the time." He forced himself to say.

"Will you do that again? In the future?" Kurt asked, exerting more of the necessary force on his leg.

"N-No?"

"Are you asking me?

He swallowed "No, Sir." It came out of his mouth before he could control it. He cursed himself internally.

"That's it. Good boy."

Sebastian hated the fact that it felt so good to be called that way.

…

It can't be more than one hour later when Sebastian wakes up, his eyes blinking at the faint light coming through the bedroom window, the sun beginning to hide behind Dalton trees and the buildings in the distance.

He hadn't noticed when he fell asleep, the last thing he remembered was Kurt, Kurt saying something, Sebastian can't remember exactly what, he had been too tired by then, the ravages of their previous activities charging their debt in his body and making him useless for anything and Kurt... Kurt!

He abruptly shifted his body, almost hurting his neck to look behind his back at the other side of the bed. It was empty. Just as the rest of the room.

Sebastian sighed, looking carefully at the rest of the place, searching for any sign of Kurt's stuff. Well, it was not as if he had hoped... not at all.

Stretching his limbs as much as he could, Sebastian relished in how strangely relaxed he felt. He was still kind of sore, and the burning under his skin was still there, but it was easier to ignore now than what he remembers it ever being, and lucky for him his brief nap hadn't brought up any wet dream, or he thought so by the lack of a boner between his legs, something very unusual these days. On the other hand, he feels sticky and dirty, as if instead of the start of winter he was in the middle of the most horrible summer of his life. He wasn't going to take a shower now though, he'd just had one less than four hours ago and he wasn't in the mood.

Sebastian got out of bed and stepping to his closet he grabbed a pair of clean boxers and slipped into them, his dick still soft, still free from any unbearable pain even as it twitched at the pressure of the cloth.

He walked toward his desk, sitting on the black high-backed chair in front of it and glancing at the papers of his homework scattered there, his laptop above all that. He pressed his lips together and exhaled, opening the lid of the laptop.

He typed his password on automatic and opened a new tab in his browser, ignoring the ones that had information from his last assignment. Sebastian looked at the blinking cursor and he almost slapped his own face for the thoughts that were haunting his mind. But there was no option, was it? If he wanted to know how to do this, he needed some kind of guidance, and sex guidance specifically came from the same place every other teenager got it.

Porn sites.

But this wasn't the first time Sebastian had done this research, and it hadn't ended well that time, besides, he didn't think it was the sex part he needed help with. No. Kurt had been right before, he didn't know a lot about subs, but not only that, he didn't know a lot about doms either. He knew basics, he knew what was impossible not to know, but other than that… his mind was a blank.

He feels an uncomfortable ache in the centre of his stomach. He cannot believe what he's about to do.

The sound of his door swinging inwards made him jump suddenly and close his computer in a rush, his pulse accelerating by the alarm his body had gone automatically into and his eyes opening wide as he saw Kurt entering the room, Sebastian's key in one hand and a plastic bag in the other along with his messenger bag hanging on his shoulder. He looks at Sebastian and his eyes open as well, like he's surprised in some way for seeing him there, which made absolutely no sense. This was his room.

"Didn't you left already?"The words were said very high, very fast, and Sebastian mentally kicked himself for that. Chill the fuck out. "I mean, I supposed you'd gone back home."

Kurt had this amused look in his eyes as he looked at him. Sebastian tried to shift his expression to a less startled one while Kurt closed the door behind him. "I thought you'd be asleep for a few hours, I went to eat something. I brought you a packet of cookies, I'm sorry it was the only thing left at this hour." Kurt said, his right hand moving inside the plastic bag to take out the package and show it to Sebastian.

He shook his head, still disoriented by the change of events but relieved by the casualness of the conversation. "It doesn't matter, I'm not hungry."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." He answered stiffly.

He didn't know why he felt like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. He wasn't doing anything wrong, why did he feel like that?

"Save it for later then." Kurt shrugged and returned the package to the plastic bag. Looking back at Sebastian his eyes slid from his face to his hands that still kept his laptop closed as if it were a bomb about to explode. "What are you doing?" he questioned.

Sebastian followed his gaze to the laptop and loosened his grip on it. "Ahh, just checking my email." He said, trying to appear nonchalant.

Kurt narrowed his eyes but when Sebastian didn't react to it he seemed to drop it. "Hmm. Well, it's getting pretty close to sundown, I have to go, but..."

"But?" Sebastian prompted. The other boy's eyes were on the floor and he opened his mouth twice before he decided to start talking.

"I need to talk about something."

Sebastian didn't say anything and when Kurt went to his bed to sit on the wrinkled blanket he just put the computer back on its place and moved closer, rolling on the chair until it was just a few feet away.

"The thing is…" Kurt started, waiting until he was sure he had Sebastian's total attention to continue. "I… can't come next week…" he paused, his eyes fixing on Sebastian's as the words are processed in his head.

It takes half a second. His mouth drops open, ready to argue, but he composes himself just before anything comes out. He knows Kurt's looking for some sort of reaction. A bad one, for sure. But although he can not completely control his expression from responding to the new information at first he quickly corrects it.

"Why?" He asked, his voice is low and as calm as he can fake. He moves in his chair, purposely looking distracted and he notices the way Kurt relaxed a little at his apparent lack of concern.

"Mercedes, umh, a friend, is suspicious about me not being around so much as I used to. In fact I'm sure she's not the only one… " Kurt took a short breath. "I believe they think I'm ignoring them to see someone and I know that if I do nothing about it they'll end up following me or something, and of course we don't want that."

Sebastian pressed his teeth together to prevent himself from saying something he may regret later.

Of course Kurt didn't want anyone to know about him, how humiliating it must be, taking care of a sub for charity. And a sub as fucked-up as he was no less. Of course no one wanted that.

He nodded absently. "Yeah, you're right."

"And I promised them that we could hang out after class, accompany them to do some things. They will probably interrogate me and I'll settle them down... I'm sure that will keep them calm for a while."

Sebastian was biting his lower lip all the time Kurt was talking, the control over his mouth cracking. Don't ask, don't ask…

"And you really need a whole week for that? Can't you accommodate your plans so you can come… at least one day?"

Kurt's expression started to turn apologetic. "It's not only that. You know there's elections next week. And sectionals are getting too close, our glee club needs to rehearse some more, so we'll stay after class probably all week if not also the weekend. I can't not go everyone would try to kill me." Sebastian looked away, not wanting to give his feelings away, he needed to get his thoughts in order.

He was not a needy girlfriend. That wasn't him. He wasn't going to show how he was suddenly desperate with the need of having Kurt all to himself. He didn't want to share. He already only had two days of the dom's week, and even that they were taking away?

"It- It's fine, I understand."

He's a great actor. Actually, he's fantastic. Then why is becoming so hard to lie lately?

"Good."

He smiled weakly but inside all his thoughts seemed to be swirling in his brain, Sebastian even thought he could feel his sickness coming back at just the prospect of not seeing Kurt all next week, if not more.

"I'm sure you'll be fine for another week, at least."

Stupid, fucking... dom. "Well, you said that subs need constant domination," he didn't try to stop himself from pointing out, he did want to throw at Kurt's face his own words.

"Yes but…"

"That even two days a week was too little and that waiting could lengthen the period of sickness-"

"Ah... well that's not fully proven, most subs prefer to assist themselves than wait so..."

Contrary to what he thought Sebastian only felt miserable when guilt and discomfort became obvious in the other boy. He didn't want to make Kurt feel bad, it wasn't as if he owned him anything, if only it was the other way around.

He looked up when he felt Kurt's fingers reaching for his hand, delicately running them where the markings of the strings had been before. "You understand it's not for you, right? It has nothing to do with you, the problem is mine."

Sebastian moved his gaze from Kurt to his hand and back. Kurt's voice was barely a murmur, but the only thing Sebastian heard at the time was how unimportant he was to Kurt. Not that there was a reason for it to be another way.

He moved away, Kurt's fingers sliding from his wrist. "Got it."

Kurt stayed there, sat down on his bed and Sebastian heard him sigh. "Okay, then." he said. "Anyway, why didn't you tell me your sectionals are on Monday?"

Sebastian blinked at the sudden change of topic. "How do you know about that?"

"I came upon Jeff at the cafetería he could have mentioned something. "Kurt replied calmly, leaning on his arms on the bed.

Oh. Yeah. It was still sort of awkward imagine Kurt as part of the Warblers, going to this school, imagine him sitting on the same couch Sebastian sat today, wearing the same uniform as everyone else, walking the same aisles, talking and being around the same boys, Nick, Jeff, David, Trent... he briefly wondered how would it have been, if they had known each other here. If Sebastian had come one year before or if Kurt hadn't go back to McKinley. Would he have just stick to making fun of him and piss him off? That sounded just like him to be honest, though…

No. He knew himself, sooner or later he would've tried to coax Kurt into sleeping with him. He was attractive, had a really nice body and Sebastian couldn't resist a pretty face for too long, even if the dom gave him one or two occasional headaches—

Dom.

And then he knows for certain that no. No, he wouldn't have tried anything with Kurt, one way or another. He may be appealing, in fact he could be the most handsome man in the world, but being a dom Sebastian wouldn't have even consider it.

He answered after a moment, trying to push aside the thoughts of Kurtin the Dalton uniform. "Would it have mattered?"

"Of course!" Kurt said with an expression that suggested that Sebastian would need to be an idiot not to know. "Is important for you."

"So?" he shrugged, looking at how wrinkles forming on Kurt's brow.

"What do you mean?"

"What does it matter?" Sebastian repeated the movement and Kurt narrowed his eyes. "You have your own sectionals to worry about."

"Sebastian…"

"Besides, who cares? I'll just have one solo."

Now Kurt looked really shocked. "Just one solo? Just one solo is very important, if I had one I would want all my family and friends to see me up there, doing my best, cheering, applauding, can be of great motivation, you know? "

Sebastian made a snap on the side of his cheek. "Well, it's not something I want, my family ... I can't even imagine them there, they've never been there anyway and I've survived."

Kurt sighed.

Before he could say anything else that would lead to any deep and annoying conversation about his parents or whatever Sebastian rushed to ask. "What did you tell Jeff about why you were there?"

That fact hadn't gone unnoticed or him, although Jeff was quite distracted he didn't think he was so moony not to notice the fact that Kurt didn't attend this school anymore.

Kurt waved a hand in the air, as if dismissing the topic. "Oh, something about some papers that were still pending when I left here. Strange that he didn't ask why at this time, I even had an excuse, but, that's Jeff, he was too excited to see me there to think about that. "

"Yeah.. " Sebastian whispered, diverting his eyes from the boy. For some reason he wasn't able to forget the subject. He was aware that Kurt, like most of the warblers really, didn't get a lot of solos in his glee club. He probably seemed greedy… egocentric. Kurt had a unique voice, Sebastian was ready to admit, at least –and only– to himself that he was even better than him, and yet he was reduced to a backup singer.

"I am— I'm…" Sebastian fumbled for words. "I'm not an attention whore, I promise, but, this is my thing, do you get that? Mine. And that fool ruined it."

The mention of Thad had Kurt snorting. At least now he could be sure Kurt knew he was telling the truth about him after his little show from before.

"Well," Kurt said. "Now you have lacrosse."

"It's not the same."

"Okay, then we can look for something else, something that is only yours and nobody else's, what do you say?"

Sebastian returned his gaze back to the dom, a frown that he hadn't noticed he had slowly disappearing off his face. Kurt was smiling gently, almost playfully, his icy blue eyes looking into him in a breezy manner.

Sebastian's mouth was watering. "I think…" his eyes dropped and he let out a sound like a puff. "that you should stop with your motivational talk. There is nothing I want more than that."

Kurt's smile turned sarcastic and his eyes narrowed. For a second Sebastian thought he may stick his tongue out at him.

"Okay, we'll see later, yeah?"

But he did not answer, instead he just raised and lowered his eyebrows in a careless gesture, brushing off the question.

After a moment of utter silence Sebastian spoke. "You will go?"

"Oh I don't know, Jeff invited me, but I'm not sure I should go." Kurt said, not needing to ask what Sebastian was referring to.

He frowned once again. "Why?"

One of Kurt's shoulders shrugged. "He may have done it out of mere courtesy, but... maybe, if someone else invited me, I..." Kurt stopped, taking a second to look straight at Sebastian's eyes. "might consider it. The school you're going to is not so far from Lima, I could make an effort, skip a class maybe. "

Sebastian swallowed. "I'm sure a lot of the guys would want to see you there, you used to be part of the team, right?" he placed his elbows on his knees and leaned on them, purposely adopting a more casual position.

Kurt shook his head lightly. "No… if they have not bothered to do it..." One of Kurt's legs crossed over the other.

And oh shit, Sebastian knew what he was trying to do. And he was absolutely stupidly falling for it. It hit a nerve, really. Didn't that count as some form of manipulation? What did Kurt want from him? It was beyond annoying, it made him weak at the knees, his jaw clenching, his heart beating faster and he started to feel abnormally hot all over.

"You know, as far as I'm concerned, if ... if you wanted to come that, that would be fine."

"Really?" Kurt asked, his voice a note higher.

Sebastian nodded vacantly. He stared at the dom as he twisted his lips, looking as if he was having a hard time thinking it over. After no more than ten seconds he dropped his act, then licked his upper lip. "Ask me to?"

Sebastian's nostrils flared. "Oh fuck you, Hummel! If you don't want to go then don't."

Kurt's eyes flashed with exasperation. What? Was he serious? Now he had done something wrong? Kurt was here entertaining himself playing with him and now he was the bad guy? So what if Sebastian did want to ask? He wasn't going to. He had dignity. He didn't need anybody. Not Kurt, not anyone. Especially he didn't need anyone to win some stupid sectionals.

He watched the dom withdraw. He uncrossed his legs and breathed out. "Fine," Kurt said. "I need you to eat to leave, maybe you should order something."

Sebastian gave him a dismissive blink. "Go, I'll eat alone, I'm not a baby."

He didn't have to ask twice. Kurt stood from his spot on the bed and walked around the chair where he sat. He got his things and went to the door. When his hand was on the knob he looked over his shoulder.

"You can call if you need anything." he said, and it was the last thing Sebastian heard before the door clicked shut.

...

McKinley was getting crazier and crazier as the elections were approaching. Right now, in the middle of the lunch hour, Kurt was about to hit his head against the table listening to another of the cheerleaders' dance shows for Britanny's campaign. Really, this was getting out of control, at this step he wouldn't only be defeated in the elections but totally crushed, he didn't even know why everyone liked them so much; they were loud and irritating and maybe it was Kurt's 'gayness' talking but were it necessary for them to use those extremely short skirts that rose whenever they as much as walked. Not that any of the other boys were upset about that, of course. Rachel, on the other hand, seemed about to tear the throat of more than one out.

"You've got to be kidding me that's not even legal! Is it legal?"

He really appreciated the support of his girls, really, but lately he was starting to think that they only had him pity and if there was anything worse than being a loser it was to be a pitiful loser.

"It's a school president election, as long as they don't kill coach Sylvester to win votes everything is legal." Mercedes murmured, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. "But these girls ought to respect themselves a little more. I swear I can see their uterus from here."

"Not that we are complaining!" Puck said just one of the cheerleaders walked by.

The girl in question stood right in front of their desk, a big smile spread on her face. "Hey cuties, a vote for Britanny is a vote for girl's empowerment and candies." She gave Puck a big, coloured lollipop then proceeded to give one to the rest of them and leave Britany's pins over the table. "Besides, of course, Sub's liberation! You surely understand that, right Puckerman?" She winked at Puck. "Vote Brit!"

Kurt sank into his chair, trying to hide as much as possible between his shoulders. He just wanted to disappear.

"Hell yes!" Puck exclaimed as he watched the girl move to the next table. Both Mercedes and Rachel shot him a threatening look. "What? The flesh is weak!"

"Stick to one side, Puckerman!"

"Geez, calm down. And don't look at me that way Berry, it's been a long time since subs don't need any dom's permission to vote so I can do what I want! "

Rachel stiffened looking at him, a small frown of guilt forming between her eyebrows but she didn't look any happier.

"I'm just saying, as a sub it makes more sense if I voted for her, where is all that progress if we can't put a sub in charge of a stupid class?"

"That girl can't even be in charge of herself," Mercedes said, but she didn't press for more, she knew there was no point in arguing with Puck, it was like arguing with the wall.

"I'm not saying I'd vote for her, but they don't need to know that." he smiled, apparently proud of himself.

Kurt had to face it, there was no hope for him. Britany was invincible, with or without Puck's vote, there was no chance of winning this and he got it! Britanny was pretty, popular, a cheerleader, she'd had sex with more than half of the male population of McKinley, hell even Kurt himself had made out with her.

"Then vote for Kurt!"

"I told you I do what I want!"

Kurt narrowed his eyes. He'd spent quite some time thinking about Noah last night, not that he was suddenly interested in the other boy's life, at all, but his conversation with Sebastian had brought afloat certain memories from freshman year, specifically the day that after having been tossed in a dumpster three times before the fourth period and having received a green slushie right on his face in the middle of the hall Ms. Pillsbury had come to his rescue and entered the classroom with the principal to take Noah to the office.

Later that week they'd learned that he had been forced to take his sub classes because he refused to go. But Noah, unlike Sebastian, had nothing against being a Sub. He just didn't want the other guys in the football team to laugh at him, the same way they sometimes used to do with Finn. Fortunately for him even though McKinley's classes were out of date Ms. Holly had made sure the McKinley doms knew how embarrassed they should be for their behaviour.

Now Puck not only wasn't ashamed to be a sub, he spent a lot of time sharing information about all the ways he had gotten spanked more or less every weekend.

Shame. Could it be that what bothered Sebastian? But shame of what? Of giving up control? Of being taken care of?

But he was… when he was like that, he was the most stunning thing Kurt had ever laid eyes on.

He could feel a slight heat creeping up his neck. Sebastian made him feel so… dominant, he thought lamely. Which was weird because Sebastian was the least submissive sub he'd known in his entire life. But fuck, just remembering what he had looked like, there on his knees on the floor just like Kurt had put him, moaning and whining and sucking on his fingers as if they were the most delicious thing ever.

Kurt felt a pleasant shiver pass through him.

It made all kind of things come to his mind; handcuffs, ball gags, blindfolds, floggers and paddles being the top five, but he could literally write a list and probably never end. And those were only objects, he couldn't even start with the things he'd imagined to actually do with them.

Oh, and he was tempted, so very much, especially when Sebastian had inadvertently disobeyed him, coming without a word of warning as Kurt touched him, staring as the thick spurts of come filled the condom. He could have come right there too, just from watching, if he hadn't been so upset about it.

Because even though he couldn't have been more aroused, observing the sub's body react to him, arching in pleasure, tight and warm, he couldn't ignore the fact that Sebastian had disobeyed, it wasn't… it wasn't something he could just overlook.

But Sebastian wasn't ready, so he had to.

His hormones were a total mess, he'd spent almost every second of Friday night trying to compose himself but it just wasn't happening. The picture of Sebastian on his knees, writhing beneath the tickler, his cock hard and full, begging with his eyes to be touched still too fresh on his mind, and even jerking off twice failed to get that image out of his head. Then there was the one of Sebastian's perfect luscious naked body exposed for him like a banquet, every little inch of him on display for his eyes and his eyes alone, hands and feet tied, a simple but effective gag in his mouth, unable to move, bound to be there, right where Kurt decided to place him, helpless, completely dependent on Kurt's benevolence.

Guilt and shame flooded through his conscience and he feels outraged at his own thoughts about taking advantage of someone like that, his own desires… Sebastian was in sickness, he needed a dom, needed the domination he could give him, he literally needed him, there was no further option… and that turned him on in a way he couldn't begin to describe.

Of course they had a safeword, he wouldn't dream of doing anything without one. They had the traditional colour system and, on Friday, they also had a non-verbal safeword too, a simple but clear sequence of taps on the headboard. But despite that, Kurt still felt… strange with the feelings that come out when he has Sebastian, flexible and manageable under his hands, desperate for the simplest touch.

He can still remember perfectly the first time they were told of why it was important to learn to control themselves in his dom classes, how fundamental it was, because of the frequent rape fantasies that almost every dom had throughout his life. Naturally, that didn't mean they really wanted to do something as horrible as that, it was just something that crossed their minds as that, a fantasy, a really dangerous fantasy. Rape play was a limit for a lot of people for that reason, including himself, but it was also something some doms wanted to try, even liked it. Kurt didn't think it was wrong, as long as everything was consensual and carefully carried out. A large number of subs - surprise, surprise! - also got aroused with the level of submission and impotence they felt, so it was not his business, he wasn't anyone to judge.

But… he didn't want to have that kind of thoughts, especially not in his situation. He wasn't Sebastian's dom, Kurt remembered for a hundredth time, but it was hard to when all he wanted was to pull Sebastian's chin down and shove his tongue into his mouth.

Kurt licked his lips unconsciously. The flavour of Sebastian's mouth, a little bitter and with the indisputable essence of cigarette in it, had been gone for some time but he still missed the feeling of having it with him. He wasn't going to lie, he hated cigarettes, but Kurt would be willing to put up with it if only he could get the taste back again.

Which leads him to the point that… well, kisses were… not part of the deal.

He was, technically, only supposed to do the necessary to ease Sebastian's sickness. Kissing was intimate, and though Sebastian had consented, and was very enthusiastic about it, it still disturbed him. He wasn't an idiot, he knew Sebastian wanted more, but Kurt couldn't give him that, no matter how much his cock disagreed with him. He knew submissives needed to satisfy their doms on a primary level, but he seriously doubts that in the clinics someone would ask the subs for sexual favours... or so he hopes.

The sound of the bell fills the cafeteria, distracting him from the mess in his head.

"Oh, well," Puck yawned, stretching out his arms and looking behind his shoulder. "It's a shame to have to leave you ladies but Puckerman has more immediate needs..."

"Which are..." Rachel arched an eyebrow, and both Kurt and Mercedes looked at her and made a sound of protest.

Puck smiled as if he'd seen it coming. "Brow eyes blonde and blue eyes redhead over there," he pointed to a group of girls sitting two tables behind, half of them were looking back. "Just the three of us, you do not want to know where, doms are possessive and hopefully they'll rip me apart—"

"Okay, we get it!" Kurt shouted, covering his ears with his hands.

Puck shrugged. "She asked." He got up from his seat, and without looking back went straight to the table where the girls started giggling when they saw him approach them.

"Gross." Mercedes stated.

Kurt looked up when he felt a hand resting on his, Rachel's eyes looked directly at him. "Kurt, are you okay?" she asked, and when Kurt looked away she continued. "Don't let any of them take you down, you can still win this!"

"Rachel you know I love you, but please don't. There's only two days left until the election, and there's nothing left to do, I just..."

Mercedes was looking at him too, and their faces reflected so much compassion that it was too much for Kurt, he just breathed out a frustrated sigh. "I'll walk alone to class, see you girls."

He ignored every attempt of getting his attention back and walked out the cafeteria, leaving both girls arguing –as always.

He really should start concentrating on his NYADA application, he doesn't have much time to send it and he doesn't want to be left out for a miscalculation. Even so, he can't help looking at his phone to check his messages, it's been three days and Sebastian still won't text him back. He doesn't like to admit how much he's been waiting for it, but it doesn't make sense to deny it either. And although Kurt thinks he's being irrational and childish that doesn't stop him from feeling bad about it.

He frowns as he reaches to open his locker, his other hand already opening his bag. Once it's open he takes his French book back, along with a notebook he'll need to next class, starting to feel oddly strange. He looks up from where his hands are still struggling to put the book in his backpack and fall into Blaine's dubious smiley face, causing Kurt to release an abrupt but silent gasp, surprised by the sudden presence next to him.

Kurt can feel his own expression change, one of his eyebrows arching involuntarily into view, half surprised and half asking. Blaine and he hadn't crossed word in weeks- Months! In fact, since that conversation in which Blaine had broken up with him, they had only spoken twice in the following week, both just to argue and shout at each other.

Now he can see the nervous smile falter on Blaine's face, his lips parting and closing a few times before anything comes out of them.

"I… Hi, Kurt." he murmured, his voice so low he could barely hear him from where he was only a few feet away. He was trying to make himself smaller, Kurt realized, and maybe that had something to do with the way Kurt was still looking at him.

"Blaine, ah... hi." Kurt replied, stiff, grabbing a couple of things from his locker to put them in his backpack and closing the door just a little stronger than necessary. He stares at Blaine for a moment, watching as the sub struggles with his words. "How can I help you?" Kurt asks when there seems to be no indication that Blaine will speak.

"I wanted..." Blaine's voice trailed off as he cast an anxious eye at his feet.

"…Yes?"

Blaine didn't look up at him again, but Kurt could see perfectly the way he took three big breaths. He was rapidly becoming more and more uncomfortable, he didn't get why Blaine was here in the first place, it wasn't a good idea and he didn't want to go through another discusión and—

"I miss you." Blaine blurted out. Kurt's eyes widened abruptly as he saw blurred red spots on Blaine's cheeks.

"Oh" Kurt uttered, not knowing what else to say. His brain was going into shock for now, trying to process what he'd just heard.

"Yes." The other boy affirmed, breathing in. "Since happened… what happened, we haven't talked too much and, I miss my best friend, I miss…" he hesitated, breathing in and finally looked to Kurt, gulping when he noticed Kurt's actual expression. "I just wanted to tell you that. That, and that I would like if we could leave what happened in the past and... sort things out."

"Well ah... I don't know what to tell you, I—" The sentence dies in his throat, but Blaine seems to understand his perplexity and smiles at him, a more confident and happy smile than the one with which he introduced himself a moment ago but still cautious.

"You don't have to answer anything right now, I just wanted you to know that and... if I have to wait for you to make up your mind..."

"No." Kurs said, surprising himself along with Blaine. The other boy's eyes opened with astonishment and his cheeks got red. Kurt had to smile at his reaction, he had also missed Blaine all this time and although Blaine had tried to be as civilized as possible since the breakup Kurt had been resentful for several weeks and after that his pride hadn't allowed him to do anything but ignore his existence. It'd hurt, knowing that he hadn't been enough, but he needed to stop being immature, they were both adults and, besides, it didn't hurt as bad as it used to. "I'm... I guess you're right, we should get over those things, be friends again."

Blaine's smile faltered, just a little on the edges and Kurt frowned for a moment but before he could say anything he was smiling back. "Great!" he grinned. Kurt smiled tentatively back to him, he still had to get used to the idea. "So ah .. see you later?" Kurt nodded and Blaine awkwardly mirrored his movements. "Maybe we could go out sometime, you know, just hang out."

"Sure."

"Okay so... see you!" He stumbled over a freshman as he walked backwards, his cheeks turning red and smiling as he turned to apologize and went on his way to class.

Kurt chuckled to himself. This had made his day just a little bit better. And it was not even finished yet.

...

The past weekend had been one of the worst Sebastian can remember having in his whole life.

Boring and frustrated had acquired a new meaning after more than 48 hours of eating cold pizza and throwing darts at his door. Now that he was physically unable to fuck subs and after being forced to endure a two-hour reprimand of his parents by phone all he wanted was to be left the fuck alone.

Your mother is very worried about you. I am concerned. You need to talk to her… and you know how she'll get if you don't.

I don't care. Listen, we have a meeting tomorrow, and we want you to be there.

You're not allowed to get drunk. You are mean to be polite, and respectful. And you are, above all, forbidden to try anything with any of the men present. I'm serious. The three of us will have a talk afterwards.

I haven't been this angry at you in years.

And it was true. His reluctance to see them had gotten his dad really pissed. And they hadn't even spoken after Sebastian had not shown up at their beautiful meeting. He doesn't want to imagine how he was now.

They would probably have taken it as an act of rebellion, to which they were no strangers when referring to him, in fact he'd spent most of his life defying them, this was nothing new. Except now he actually had a good reason for it, and it was not one he was about to tell them. Sebastian knows how they would react if they knew about his sickness, and that would be... problematic. He could almost see their expressions of sharp disapproval, their shoutings and all which he will have to face. Eventually.

For the moment he wanted only to gloat in the cloud of depression that filled his room. Probably the best, though even without the option of a mindless fuck he guessed he could still go out, but he just wasn't in the mood.

He's been feeling so bad lately, and he doesn't even know why, and it's not like physical pain again he just... he just feels like shit. He doesn't even have the energy to try to masturbate at his nightly showers.

Not to mention practice for sectionals. He hadn't moved a finger all weekend to do so. They didn't deserve his effort, and anyway, he had already proved himself on Friday's rehearsal, even with everything that was happening to him at the time he had done an impeccable performance.

He remembers very well the time when Trent had gotten his sickness no more than a year ago. The guy had been all over the place during weeks, he had got everyone's sympathy and good wishes, and he had a permit to skip as many classes as he considered necessary, even tests. All to 'go out' as they called it, with this petite blonde girl from Crawford who looked like she could break the soul of a dozen men in the blink of an eye. His girlfriend, apparently.

He didn't have that luck. But he didn't want anyone's sympathy nor awkward smiles and consideration. He didn't need it. And he certainly didn't need any overprotective elf weirdo with a fetish for naive chubby faced dudes.

No, the only thing he needed, despite himself, was Kurt.

That asshole.

Of course everything else was more important than Sebastian, why would anyone put any amount of work or time on him? Of course going out with his equally stupid friends was better, of course these stupids choir competitions were more important. If he needed some Sebastian-less free-time well, he understood that. He could give him that.

He had stood firm with his mindset throughout the whole weekend, maintaining his dignity and not sending any message to the dom. Not that it was something that they did all that often, it hadn't even been particularly hard really, Sebastian was used to it, he didn't do friends, just as much as he didn't do boyfriends, as much as he didn't do doms.

Then Monday came and, while he still felt the need to punch the entire group in the face, he had to join with the warblers.

The transport that would take them to the place of competition waited for them in the parking lot at twelve o'clock. It was wide enough and clean enough for Sebastian not to want to commit suicide, though more than twenty voices singing stupid songs on the way for more than an hour didn't take long to take that effect.

Versailles, or whatever it was called, was just another public school. Half the students looked like criminals and the landscape looked more or less like that, a prison.

"Have you seen outside already? There's a lot of people!" Jeff exclaimed behind him, at the same time Nick was fixing his bow. "Weird for a public school. Normally they don't care."

"What does it matter?" Sebastian said, frowning.

"Ohh, someone's in a worse mood than usual." The blond giggled and Sebastian ignored him, concentrating instead on the sounds coming from the stage.

They were singing an early 90's song, they weren't bad, but they also weren't as good as them. The group that had passed before them had been better, but the rhythm had been strange at best. This could be relatively easy, as long as nobody fucked up.

After several minutes -more than what he is sure it lasted originally-the song ends and the crowd applauds. The presenter makes the classic friendly comment and begins introducing the Warblers.

They take the stage, taking their places in less than half a minute and Sebastian, along with the others, opens his mouth to sing the first notes.

Thad - of course is Thad - has the first solo. His voice is tedious in Sebastian's ears but he tries to concentrate on his work. From his place it is difficult to see anything but the back of the prick, the only light in the theatre being above him, and even though he knows that this is how Thad should've felt when he was the one who sang almost all the songs he can't stop feeling irrationally furious that he has been reduced to a chorister.

Immediately after the song ends they change the tone and Nick, Jeff and another blonde and thin boy, which name Sebastian doesn't remember, join Thad. The song is short, just over two minutes, and the lights go off completely before the last change.

He breathes in and steps to his place in the centre. Finally. The lights shine again, multiple lights, all different colours and Sebastian begins to sing.

It's a catchy song, also short, but it helps him forget about Thad. He sings, he dances and he's one-hundred percent sure they're gonna win this.

It is when the song ends and several people from the audience rise to applaud that he can to see him. Almost in the last row on the left. Sebastian could recognize those pants anywhere. Kurt's there, standing, clapping and with a smile on his face. Sebastian has to blink three times to make sure his mind is not playing with him. He could bet his left arm he wasn't there when they arrived, he would have spotted him right away.

The rest of the Warblers come to stand next to him and there's someone talking to him but Sebastian can't look away, he's physically incapable to. Kurt's smile widens and he winks at him.

Sebastian can't exactly explain why, but he's happier than he has been in a long, long time.

He doesn't waste time as soon as he is back in his room in Dalton. He sits at his desk with a cup of coffee and opens his computer.

He's about to do one big ass research.

…

It hadn't been the best week for Kurt. And it was barely Thursday.

Somehow everything had conspired against him; not only had he lost the election, but he had also been accused of cheating, which he hadn't done. Okay, he may have considered it, maybe once or twice, he'd already admitted that but he would never have dared to really try. He spent two hours crying in the girls' bathroom because of that stupid misunderstanding until Tina forced him out when the janitor had to clean.

He would have most certainly been suspended, if not for Rachel had taken pity on him and confessed manipulate the vows. So now they didn't have her help for sectionals, which was pretty bad considering that everything they had practised so far revolved around her, as always.

In short, his life sucked. Now he had nothing for his NYADA application and they will most likely lose sectionals. Goodbye New York, hello part time job with dad.

In recent days the only relatively good thing about his day was when he and Sebastian texted each other, and yes, he knows how strange and pathetic that is. However, there is a small electrifying spark in his body every time he feels his phone vibrate with a new message.

After the Warbler's sectionals on Monday Sebastian had been much more... he wasn't sure friendly was the right word, but he surely wasn't all that cranky any longer. He was more relaxed, he'd even came back to insult Kurt every couple of texts and has been calling him a girl again the last twenty-four hours ago. So well, he's not the most sensitive guy in the world that he already knew but he thought he would at least stop doing that. But it's better than spending all that time lamenting himself, instead, he could laugh at the bad jokes that came to his phone.

He hadn't been very sure when he read that texting could help a sub to stay grounded when his dom wasn't around but if this was helping Sebastian at least a tenth of what it seems to be helping Kurt then it was certainly worth it.

Kurt never did any of this with anyone before. Of course he used to message Blaine when they were together but it was usually to schedule coffee dates, or make-out sessions or to sing something together from time to time. Kurt thinks there are more messages from Sebastian on his phone than there were ever Blaine's or anyone else's and he doesn't know how to feel about it. Kurt calls him a meerkat and Sebastian calls him Willy-Wonka or something worse every couple of sentences. It's obvious that it's nothing to compare to his texts with Blaine but they have caused him to choke on his own saliva three times this week, which was a good change after two hours crying in the girls' bathroom.

He may not know as much about subs as he might had he received a better education, he'd only had one relationship that culminated with Blaine leaving him for causes that embarrass him to even think about, but he knows that feeling relaxed is important and he'll make sure to at least get that out of this whole horrible experience he knows Sebastian must be passing through.

And he hopes it serves him as a distraction too, God knows he needs it. They both did.

But no matter how much the responsibility of a sub -even if technically it was not his real sub, like 24/7- could distract him, it was impossible to flee completely from problems.

"So I've been thinking a lot about this and even though we have like, less than a week for sectionals, I really think we should change the songs, I mean those were mean for Rachel and it's not like we can, you know, just replace her."

Kurt nodded thoughtfully. He and Blaine were sitting at their table in the Lima Bean for the first time in who knows how long, drinking their usual cup of coffee and talking as if these last months had never happened.

He hadn't been sure at first, in fact, he had almost denied Blaine's offer when he approached him after class. It was still strange, after so much time ignoring each other, but that didn't mean that it wasn't easy to fall back into the familiar situation.

They were trying to come up with ideas for sectionals now and Blaine had offered to help Kurt with his NYADA application, though there was not much else to do about it.

"Yeah I know what you're saying but I still think it's our best chance. How are we supposed to do the work of months in days? " Kurt sighed, looking at his coffee. "I only know that if we don't win sectionals there's no way I'm getting into NYADA."

Blaine's voice when he spoke was like velvet, soft and gentle. "I think there's no way you're not getting into NYADA. Even without a National trophy, they'd have to be idiots not to accept you."

Raising his gaze to look at him, Kurt found himself smiling. "That's the sweetest lie anyone's ever told me."

Blaine shook his head, smiling still and his cheeks getting a little red. "It is not a lie. I never lie."

Kurt chuckled. "If you say so."

"But seriously though, I'm… well, not happy, I couldn't be happy about all these things happening, but… I'm glad that at least is helping us… I mean is bringing us closer, a little, and I-I… sectionals need a lot on our part now but ... it's not why- "

Kurt started frowning. Blaine was shuttering, and when Blaine started shuttering, he was nervous, why was he so nervous all of sudden?

And why was that making Kurt nervous?

"I get it." He said, trying to help what was now a complete pink-cheeked boy at the other end of the table. "Of course I'm happy about that."

"Yeah." Blaine looked down submissively. As if Kurt had suddenly told him to shut up.

Feeling a little bit of guilt Kurt made an effort to soften his voice. "Is there something else you were going to say?"

"No, you know how I get sometimes when I want to make a point." Blaine winced, meeting his eyes. "I guess I'm only trying to say thank you. For… for coming here with me."

"Well you paid. I could hardly refuse." He joked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Blaine laughed and when Kurt winked at him teasingly his eyes went a little dusky. "You look very nice today, by the way."

He almost sputtered. That had come out of nothing. He knew it was impossible that his face wasn't turning red now. Blaine was just smiling at him and he felt quite uncomfortable, searching for something to say. Don't get him wrong he was all for flattery but it wasn't something that happened very often.

"Uh, thank you." He finally said once he didn't find something else to say. He guessed he could tell Blaine the same, he did look good today too if he was being honest, but he had a feeling it would only make things stranger.

Blaine eyed him with warm eyes. "You know I- I've been meaning to tell you… Chrismas is coming so I was wondering if you could help me choose some presents, um before everything good is gone. Anytime you can it doesn't matter."

Kurt stared at Blaine in disbelief. Seriously? Kurt had literally bought all his presents for Chrismas weeks ago. It was December already, shops would be full of crazy people in no time.

"Ah, well I have plans with Mercedes this weekend. Though we are probably going to cancel in order to practice for sectionals." He said, after giving Blaine a disapproving look.

The sub looked as if he wanted to laugh again. "Yeah, I was thinking that would be a good idea too."

"But sure. Whenever you want." Kurt said, he loved shopping anyway, even more if it wasn't his money he was spending. Besides, he knew how much Blaine's mom loved his taste in clothes, though she wouldn't recognize it. He'd watched her wear that jacket he chose for her on her birthday a thousand times on Blaine's Facebook family photos. Of course, according to her it was Blaine's present.

"Tuesday?" Blaine offered.

"Uh…" Kurt stilled. He should say yes, he knows. If Blaine told anyone about him refusing to do this with him on Friday Rachel would know and then probably Mercedes, that wouldn't be good. But he already had neglected Sebastian too much this week, and the next they would need to practice even more than they had this one. "No, no, Tuesday I can't. Any other day, um except ahh…" he stopped, Blaine was looking at him rather funny. Well, he could arrange another day with Sebastian along next week, and maybe it would even be good to start doing so. "Any other day."

Blaine half-frowned half-smiled, practically asking with his eyes. "Working at the shop?"

Kurt takes another sip of coffee and bites a piece of doughnut. He doesn't enjoy lying, but what other option did he have?

"Yes. My dad's best mechanic had to quit last week and I have to help him a little when I can."

Blaine nodded. "I understand. And with your father's new job it must be difficult to keep up with the store with so little time in the city."

Kurt sips again. "Yes…"

Blaine was looking at him in that familiar way. The way he used to look at him when he offered to do Kurt's Dalton trigonometry homework last year. Then, of course, explain it to him so he could do it for himself when he understood completely. Naturally Kurt had never accepted it, not only because it wasn't ethical but it would've been so wrong to take advantage of his new relationship with Blaine and his innate submissive nature, as well as his undeniable need to please Kurt.

Blaine was an incredibly moral person, but he could get a little carried away about that.

Luckily, what the sub was thinking now was nothing of that sort.

"I could help, if you need it, I don't know a great deal about cars but…"

Oh, Blaine. "No, it's not that bad I promise," Kurt assures him quickly. He felt bad enough about the lie, dealing with Blaine's puppy eyes was another level of guilty.

"Sorry. I just, like to help." He apologized, looking a little ashamed for his impulse. Then, in a complete, and intentional, tone twist he said,

"But what I'm really annoyed I show you're still free to talk to Mercedes without Rachel being all over you? She's been telling us over and over how we shouldn't fraternize with the enemy."

He seemed quite pleased with himself for having avoided another round 'It's okay' and `Thank you' and 'I really appreciate it but…' something very similar to what had happened all those times with the homework and house-chores and other things Kurt wasn't looking forward to do. But what Blaine's innocent comment really triggered was a series of flashes that reminded him all the ways he was fraternizing with the enemy.

Sebastian. Sebastian kneeling on the floor. Sebastian tied up. Sebastian moaning. Sebastian shaking. Sebastian spread over the bed. Sebastian fucking the air above him in sheer desperation. Sebastian's bare ass fully on display clenching over and over for the effort. Sebastian's eyes rolling back in his head. Sebastian panting at the edge of orgasm. Sebastian coming all over himself. Sebastian's tongue against his own. Sebastian's heavy-lidded eyes as he fell asleep in his arms. All passing before his eyes just one second before he saw that same lean, muscular, gorgeous-built body standing no more than fifteen feets away, green emotionless eyes bored into him, as if he had been taken out of his thoughts, moving closer to where he sat.

Kurt gaped at him in shock. He thought, for about three seconds, that he may be hallucinating. Until he spoke.

"Hey, guys…" Sebastian said in a fruity, deep voice. Kurt felt as his brows knitted. Sebastian's smile was cheesy at best as his eyes flickered from him to Blaine, the mouth and eyes of the other boy opening in surprise and smiling instantly at him, though Kurt didn't fail to notice the look of disappointment when Sebastian sat on the chair beside him, but he replaced it for kindness fast enough not to be unpolite.

"Sebastian, hi!" Blaine said. "What are you doing here?"

"Well Killer, since this is a coffee shop, common sense tells us that most likely I'm buying coffee." Sebastian's eyes were fixed on Blaine, who blushed faintly at the other sub's words, whether for the comment or for the intense gaze Sebastian's was throwing at him he didn't know. "Surely I haven't seen you here in a while, I thought you had found a better establishment and hadn't had the courtesy to let me know." He looked briefly at him. "Hi, Kurt."

"Hi."

Kurt was mad. Seriously mad. He'd always known Sebastian was a dickhead, but it was all this necessary? Even if he honestly liked Blaine –which Kurt was pretty sure he didn't— there was absolutely no need for him to be an ass about it.

And Blaine's shy smile, for some reason, didn't help. "Uh, yeah I just, we've been too busy with sectionals." He said, waving a hand to Kurt and back to emphasize his point. The corner of Sebastian's mouth twitched. "By the way, congratulations on the Warblers winning your sectionals, I heard about it from Trent, you guys must be really happy."

"Yeah. Not that it was a big challenge but we're probably gonna need all the practice we can to beat you at regionals. Of course, after you win your own sectionals. But that's nothing for the great Blaine Anderson, am I right?"

Kurt wanted to snort. Sebastian's voice had turned ridiculously honeyed, and Blaine didn't seem to realize how fake that smile was. He seemed to be uncomfortable, yes, but not for other reason than the adulation.

"Right," Blaine said with a frown. Sebastian's head tilted slightly to one side and he was sure he was just about to say another stupid thing before Blaine talked. "I'm gonna get another coffee."

He stood up from his chair and without a second glance to anyone walked to the counter.

Sebastian's eyes finally found his, and the look of his eyes could be better described as a glare.

"What are you doing? What was all that?" Kurt asked when he was sure Blaine couldn't hear them.

Sebastian didn't seem to have heard his question, he was talking even before Kurt was done asking. "Is that why you couldn't come?

To go out with him?"

Kurt froze on his seat.

His momentary silent seemed to confirm something for Sebastian because his jaw tightened.

"What are you on about? No! I already told you why."

Sebastian cast a sardonic smile, cold eyes locked on him. "Whatever." He crossed his arms and looked away. "You know what? I have better things to do."

He got to his feet and Kurt was getting really, really pissed.

"Hey, Stop! Listen!" He doesn't like the way Sebastian is talking to him. At all. He was all for throwing things at Kurt's face, well he could do that too. "I told you when it all started that I would not have enough time for this. You decided it to be this way."

Sebastian's expression was livid when he turned to look at him. "Do what you want but you could have at least the decency to be sincere and say that you won't come because you will be too busy fucking your ex!"

There was a moment when all Kurt could do was stare with wide eyes, mouth hanging open at the same time he felt his face coloring. Sebastian hadn't yelled, in fact, he hadn't talked loud enough for anyone other than them to hear, but the eyes of the boy held enough anger for him to be astonished

"That's not what—" he started but stopped when he saw Blaine too close and the features of the boy in front of him hardened even more.

"What you guys talking about?" Blaine asked, sitting down and looking at them before moving to open one of the little bottles of cream on the table.

Sebastian's voice was plain. "Nothing, the talk was already over. In fact, I was just leaving. See you, Blaine. "He said in a rush, turning around without looking at them and leaving. Both their gazes followed him until he was out of the coffee shop.

Blaine shrugged, continuing to open the cream. "That guy is a little crazy, isn't him?"

Kurt's lips pursed together. Don't get me started. "Very." He just said in a mumble and Blaine giggled at him, lighter now.

Kurt spent hours that night wondering what the hell had been all that.