Chapter 20:

"Y-O-U."

A/N: Hey guys! By the way, there was an issue with my update. I deleted the author's note chapter that confused me when labelling chapters and that screwed a lot up. If you're looking for the last update that was labelled "Chapter 20" in e-mail notifications, it's now Chapter 19: Prozac?. There WAS an update, it's just the wrong chapter number. Thanks to the people who messaged me to let me know! :)

"Come on, you heard him, leave him alone." A foreign voice cut into their conversation.
Sebastian spun around, ready to hit the cock-block who interrupted his magic, when he recognised him.
"Hey, look, it's the cave boy."

...

There, behind Sebastian was the jock whom he had numerous short encounters with that caused some confusion inside his body. It was Dave Karofsky.

"Who you calling 'cave boy'?" Karofsky replied, rather aggressively.
"Oh. Dumb as well as ridiculous. Would you like me to spell it out for you, cave boy? Y-O-U." Sebastian drew out in a patronising manor, treating the bigger man as if he were a toddler that had just done something wrong. For some reason, making fun of this boy stirred something inside Sebastian. It made him feel... wrong. Like he shouldn't have done it. He felt like he had just badly hurt a loved one or something.
"Yeah? Well, would you like my cave boy fist to make a connection with Y-O-U?" Karofsky asked, clenching his teeth as well as his fist, lifting it slightly to intimidate the other teenager.

Sebastian rose from his seat to stand in front of the jock. The second they looked in to each other's eyes, fire took over. It spread through their bodies uncontrollably. The insults immediately dropped out of their head. Seb could feel a little underneath all of the commotion that was going on within his body right now, and all he felt was a bit of betrayal. He had been the same way for so many years now - emotionless when it came to boys. Now, that all went out the window.

Which is why he had no idea why he did what he did next. Whilst everyone was staring, expecting to see a fight, Sebastian lifted his hand towards Dave's face as if he was going to smack him. The hand however didn't make contact with his face. It went behind his neck. It pulled him closer. Then... their lips touched.

Kurt and Blaine were walking side-by-side down the streets of Westerville. Blaine had taken Kurt their to show him where he grew up. Kurt had been bugging Blaine for a while to tell him more about his childhood. They had been a proper couple for just about a week now.

They were heading to the school Blaine used to attend during his high-school years. Kurt was busy looking around and admiring all of the grand buildings, while Blaine was busy admiring Kurt. He observed how his eyes blinked so elegantly, how his lips curved and created the shape that was solely Kurt's and how many times those lips would stretch into a smile. Damn. He was already so in love with this boy. He didn't feel he could tell him though, after only a week. Kurt was only seventeen. Blaine himself was only five years older, but he was in a more adult mindset. He could picture getting married to Kurt and having children already - hell, he even had ideas of what those children would be called. Kurt on the other hand was probably worrying about exams, what he was going to wear tomorrow or what song Lady Gaga was going to release next.

Blaine gingerly let his hand roam to find Kurt's and awkwardly took it. Kurt noticed the awkward fashion, and wanted to address it. "You don't have to be so shy to take my hand, you know."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"Like, over the past week, every time you move to touch me, you either do it incredibly slowly or uncomfortably. Why?"
"I just- I didn't-. I'm sorry. I just didn't know if you were ok or comfortable with me just taking your hand whenever I wanted, or-"
"-I'm more than ok with that." Kurt cut in. "Really. Blaine, please don't be the guy who just cuts himself off and feels like he always has to 'ok' things with me before he acts. I'm your boyfriend. Not your dad."
The older man chuckled. "I know. I'm sorry."
"And stop apologising for things."
"Sorry. Damn."

Kurt giggled as he moved closer to Blaine. The professor moved his arm so that it was now around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt's left arm twisted around Blaine's back and his right around Blaine's front so they were practically hugging as they walked.

"There's another reason though, isn't there?"
"Huh? What do you mean, babe?" Blaine asked, confusion written on his face.
"There's another reason why you're so awkward to be all touchy-feely in a place where no one's gonna recognise us as teacher and student."
"Uh... Ok. This is going to sound stupid to you, though, I think. But... I just don't want to come across a pervert or sugar daddy."

This sent Kurt into a fit of laughter.

"See! I told you!" Blaine replied, like a child.
"Sugar daddy? Oh please. Why the heck would you think that?"
"Because an old guy walking the streets with a teenager. Hello?"
"Come on, you're not that old. You're younger than some buildings."
"Oh. Ha. Ha." The older man replied, incredibly sarcastically.
"Seriously. I just know, that sometime in the future, people are going to mistake me for your dad or something."
"Well, you are my stuffy history teacher still, after all..."
"Not helping."
"Hun, please. You have to let this whole age thing go. I love you, and that's all that matters right?"

Blaine stopped dead in his tracks. He really wanted to know if Kurt meant that.

"Really?" he asked, hopefully. If the younger boy replied 'no', he was sure he'd just die right there and then.
There was a slight pause as Kurt just moved into him and kissed him gently on the lips. He smiled warmly. "Really."
"Oh thank god! Because I love you too, so much!" Blaine exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and hiking him up, twirling him around in the air.

They were both laughing and cherishing the moment, allowing it to end in another simple kiss.

"So, come on, daddy. Dalton Academy awaits." Kurt declared.

Blaine groaned. This boy was going to be the death of him. For sure.