As soon as their lips connected, Kurt's brain short-circuited. The hospital room seemed to fall away, and all he became aware of was the feel of Sebastian's lips against his. Warm, slightly chapped, pressing against his insistently, all while managing to set off a cacophony of fireworks behind Kurt's eyelids.

Really, the kiss was far from being unpleasant, despite it being something that he really didn't want to do with someone who was trying to take his soul. Sebastian's mouth tasted sharp, like cinnamon and cigarettes and mint. And for a second, Kurt managed to block out the details of his situation and let himself kiss back.

Sebastian briefly pushed his lips against Kurt's with more force, and then pulled back completely. Kurt's head spun, and he had to steady himself on the rail of his father's hospital bed.

Even after they separated, Kurt had a delay in regaining his senses. He blinked slowly, clearing the fog that had overtaken his brain, and looked back up at Sebastian. He found himself being slightly disappointed that it didn't appear that the kiss had anything close to the same effect on Sebastian, but shook that thought as soon as it dared to enter his mind. Why would it matter how Sebastian felt about kissing him?

"Everything your little schoolgirl fantasies made it out to be?" Sebastian smirked.

"I never envisioned my first kiss to have so much in common with licking an ashtray, so no. Really, doesn't hell have dentists? Seems with all the unneeded poking they do dentists would be destined for hellfire, but I guess.." Kurt trailed off, noticing that he was just rambling on.

Sebastian just raised an eyebrow in response. "Sounds like you might have some unresolved issues with dentists, peaches."

"I just made a deal with the devil. I think any issues I have with dentists might have not be the most pressing issue in my life." Kurt fidgeted. What did selling your soul entail? Would Sebastian notice if he pulled out his phone to do a little covert googling?

"If you would stop harping about dentists, we could discuss the terms of our little arrangement. And yes, I would notice you googling shit. I'm not fucking blind."

Fuck. Of course he would have said that out loud. Why was his brain deciding to check out? "So uhm, do I have to go with you? I mean, I have school and glee and friends, plus I really don't want to leave my dad alone. He won't eat vegetables unless I strong arm him into it." Please don't make me go with you, I'm really scared, Kurt thought but left unspoken.

Nevertheless, Sebastian seemed to pick up on it. "I'm not dragging you to hell. You're just a kid, and I'm not the fucking babysitters club. Besides, high school is worse than anything I could do to you. I'll come collect you when the time is right."

Kurt nodded, almost painfully relieved. "Okay. Thanks, Sebastian. I'll see you around, I guess."

"Go sing your little gay heart out." Sebastian gave him a little salute, and then disappeared.

Kurt was a little unnerved at his sudden departure, and stared at the spot Sebastian had been standing until a cough from behind him startled him away.

He spun around, rushing to be closer to his father's face. "Dad? Dad? Hang on, I'll get a doctor for you."

Kurt stuck his head into the hallway, flagging down a passing nurse. "Hi, could you please get a doctor? I think my dad might be waking up."

The nurse nodded, and hurried back to the desk to page one for him.