The fact that he can call Sebastian his boyfriend makes Kurt float on clouds for days afterwards. Every time he sees Sebastian, his stomach flutters even more than before, and he can't keep a smile off his face.
"Hey, you," he says when Sebastian approaches the counter early one Saturday.
"Hi," Sebastian replies, sly grin in place. "You have plans for tonight?" Kurt had had plans, actually, but Rachel had cancelled late last night.
"No, I don't. Why?"
Sebastian glances around him and confirms that he's not holding up a line.
"My parents are having a barbeque, and they-uh-asked me to invite you."
"What?" Kurt squeaks, almost dropping the plastic cup in his hand. "Why?"
Sebastian rubs the back of his neck, looking flustered. "Apparently I've talked about you, and they're curious."
"You've told them about me?" Kurt asks, pleased and scared at the same time.
Sebastian looks confused. "Yeah, of course I have. Why, shouldn't I?"
"No, no, I'm just-It's fine," Kurt says. "And I'd love to come tonight," he adds.
"Really?"
"Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I? You've met my dad." Sebastian has, and while it had been hilarious in its own way to see how nervous Sebastian got, it had been pretty nerve-wracking for Kurt as well. His dad is the single most important person in his life, Kurt doesn't know what he'd do if Burt hadn't approved of Sebastian. He'd like to think he's independent enough that he wouldn't care, but he knows it isn't true.
"Okay," Sebastian says and grabs his drink as a couple of customers enter the shop. "Come around six? I'll text you my address in a second."
"Yeah, sure. See you then."
xoxoxoxox
Kurt is still fine when Sebastian leaves, but by the time he gets off his shift he's managed to work himself into a state of mild panic.
"What am I supposed to wear?!" he exclaims when Sebastian finally picks up his phone. Sebastian's responding laugh calms him for a second, before he remembers why he's calling. "Shut up! You're not allowed to laugh, it's your parents."
"Yeah, babe, it's my parents, so just chill, okay? You'll be fine as long as you don't come naked, and I really doubt you will."
"In your dreams," Kurt mutters, unlocking his car and not calmed at all.
"My very nice dreams," Sebastian agrees, making Kurt yelp and drop his keys on the ground.
"Sebastian," he hisses, not caring that he's the only one who can hear since they're on the phone.
"What? I'm not allowed to say I think of you naked? Would you rather I think of someone else naked instead?"
"Yes. No! I mean-" he stops talking when Sebastian laughs too much to hear him. He finally manages to unlock his car and gets inside, shifting the phone from one hand to another since he doesn't want to listen anyway. "Are you done?" he bites out when he's had enough.
Sebastian sobers, but Kurt can still hear him huffing with suppressed laughter. "Yeah, sorry. Don't worry, I won't think of anyone else anyway."
"I need to hang up, I'm gonna drive home."
"Okay, just-oh, fuck, this is gonna sound so wrong now because of that, but I promise it has nothing to-do you want to stay over, tonight?"
Kurt freezes with the key in the ignition. "W-what?"
"Stay over. Tonight. So you don't have to drive home. I mean, you still have tomorrow off, right? You can sleep on the couch. Or I can sleep on the couch, or whatever, I just-You can stay over. If you want to."
"I'll...see," Kurt says, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He trusts Sebastian, he knows nothing will happen if he doesn't want to, but the thing that's making him nervous is that he kind of maybe possibly wants something to happen. He's nineteen and he hadn't even kissed a boy until Sebastian kissed him; he wants to have done something before he leaves this hellhole and goes out into the real world. "I really need to go now, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Sebastian sounds hesitant, but Kurt doesn't have enough focus to reassure him right now; his mind is too busy whirling with the possibilities of tonight. They hang up, and Kurt can finally turn on the engine and drive out of the parking lot.
xoxoxoxox
"Hey, Dad?" Kurt asks, hovering in the kitchen doorway. He's showered and is waiting for his hair to dry properly. His dad looks up from where he's squinting at a cookbook.
"Yeah?"
"I, uh, might stay over at Sebastian's tonight. Just so you know." He fiddles with a loose splint of wood in the frame, avoiding Burt's eyes. He doesn't ask for permission, because he's an adult, and he doesn't need to ask for permission to stay over with his boyfriend, but he still wants his dad to know.
"Okay?" his dad says, now squinting at him instead. "Do I need to give you the safe sex talk again?"
Kurt feels himself flush with embarrassment. "Please don't," he says quickly. "Please, please don't." Once is enough, really. Kurt assumes it was Carole who prompted his dad to talk about it last fall, and while Kurt had appreciated the gesture, he does not want a repeat.
"Okay, good. So why are you telling me?"
"I just-wanted to let you know. That I might not be coming home tonight."
"All right, thanks for letting me know."
"Sure." Kurt turns to leave again, but his dad stops him.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"Be safe."
Kurt blushes again. He doesn't really think it'll come to the point where he'll need to 'play it safe,' but it's good to know that he's cared for. "I will," he says, not wanting to bother his dad with the details.
xoxoxoxox
Ten to six Kurt is in his car, driving towards the address Sebastian had texted him. He's nervous, his palms are sweaty against the steering wheel, and he keeps slipping above the speed limit. He's definitely meeting his boyfriend's parents for the first time tonight, and he might possibly have some kind of sex for the first time tonight. It's completely normal to be nervous.
It's maybe not as normal to be scared shitless, but, oh well. What do you do? He turns up the volume on the stereo and sings along, trying to calm himself. It kind of works.
His nerves come back with full force once he turns onto a street with a lot of big, expensive-looking houses. Kurt has somewhat expected Sebastian to live like this, but to see it is a bit different. He doesn't need to check the street numbers to know where the party's at; there's a bunch of cars in front of the house Kurt assumes is number fourteen. He parks his own car down the road, grabs his overnight bag, and slowly walks down the sidewalk to the right house. His palms are clammy again and he wipes them on the back of his thighs before turning into the driveway. There are noises coming from behind the house, and Kurt's not sure if he's supposed to ring the doorbell or just...walk around the house.
Sebastian takes the decision from him by opening the front door, grinning at him.
"Hey, you came! I was afraid you were gonna freak out on me," he says, walking down the front steps barefoot and meeting Kurt on the walkway. "I'm glad you didn't," he adds, and leans in to kiss Kurt.
"I, uh..." Kurt attempts, hitching his shoulder to point at the bag. Sebastian's smile widens.
"Oh, I noticed. You wanna put that in my room before we go out in the backyard?"
Kurt nods and follows as Sebastian leads the way into the house and up the stairs. He goes down the hall until he reaches the end. "I should probably warn you," he says seriously and turns to Kurt with one hand on the doorknob. Kurt's mind helpfully supplies him with a dozen different scenarios in milliseconds, making his breath catch, before Sebastian smirks and continues. "There aren't a lot of dinosaurs." He turns the knob and holds the door open, receiving a smack on his shoulder when Kurt passes him.
"Jerk," Kurt mutters, dropping his bag on the floor and looking around.
"Mm, yeah, but you like me anyway," Sebastian says easily, coming over to him and sliding an arm around his waist.
Kurt turns in his embrace and puts his arms around Sebastian's neck. "And I have no idea why."
Instead of replying, Sebastian just smiles and leans in for another kiss, this one slower and surer than the one outside. Deeper, better. Kurt can't help the tiny moan that slips out of him, but Sebastian breaks away instantly.
"We-we should get downstairs," he says, taking a step back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"What?" Kurt asks, face falling.
"No, no, not like that," Sebastian hurries to say, stroking Kurt's cheek. "If I could spend the rest of the night kissing you I would, but I'm trying really hard to respect you right now and if I-if we continue, I won't be able to go downstairs."
Kurt blushes. He's been doing a lot of that today. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh. So come on, let's go downstairs before someone comes looking for us." He grabs Kurt's hand and leads them back downstairs.
They walk through the living room to the wide-open glass doors leading out to the back, where a bunch of people are milling around. Sebastian puts his arm around Kurt's waist and leads him to the patio where a couple of men are standing in front of the grill.
"Dad," Sebastian says, and the man with the tong looks up. "This is Kurt. Kurt, this is my dad."
The man's smile is nice and warm. "Hello Kurt, nice to finally meet you. I would shake your hand, but I'm kind of busy at the moment, I hope you'll excuse me. I'm Carl."
Kurt has no idea how Sebastian's dad is as successful at his job as he apparently is, because the man standing in front of him is not intimidating at all; Kurt doesn't know how he manages as a state attorney.
"No, it's okay," he says. "Nice to meet you, too, sir."
"Oh, no, you don't have to bother with 'sir,' I get enough of that at work. Call me Carl. Now, while I'm sure you haven't heard nearly as much about me as we have heard about you, please make yourself comfortable here."
"Okay, I will," Kurt says, a little astounded by the ease and comfort Carl is providing. "Thank you."
"You want steak or burger?"
"Uhm, burger, thanks."
"Coming right up!" Carl salutes them with his tong and goes back to the conversation with his friends, and Sebastian leads Kurt over to the table where a woman and an old lady are sitting.
"Mom, Alice," Sebastian says, and Kurt tenses and straightens himself up a little when he hears the slight change in Sebastian's voice. "This is Kurt, my boyfriend. And this is my mom, and her very good friend Alice."
Kurt reaches out to shake their hands. "Nice to meet you, Mrs Smythe," he says, putting on his best brave smile and hopes it doesn't show how intimidated he is. She doesn't beg off the formalities like her husband. Kurt turns to the lady beside her. "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel."
"Hello, I'm Alice. I live next door. Hummel you say, as in Hummel's Tires & Lube?"
Kurt can't keep the surprise out of his face. "Yes. That's my dad's shop. You know it?"
"Oh, yes, absolutely. Mr Hummel, the other I mean, your father, has been fixing my car for years. Wonderful man!"
Kurt smiles, all genuine this time. "Thank you. I'll let him know you said that."
"Your dad's a mechanic?" Mrs Smythe asks, and Kurt's smile immediately drops at the condescending tone in her voice.
"Yes, and Kurt is, too," Sebastian says, stepping in. "He fixed my car when it broke down a couple of weeks ago."
"Which never would've happened if you'd just gotten regular service done, mind you," Kurt mutters under his breath. Sebastian squeezes his waist.
"Well, now I won't have to bother you, because you can do it for me, right honey?" he says, sugar-sweet. Kurt just rolls his eyes.
"Well," Mrs Smythe says, displeasure evident in her voice. "Maybe you two can go in and bring out the dishes?" It's a clear dismissal, and Sebastian gets it, immediately turning around with his arm still around Kurt's waist.
"Well, that could've gone worse," Sebastian mutters as they make their way inside again.
"It could?" Kurt asks, genuinely curious.
"Yeah. Well, not a lot, I guess, but still."
"I thought you said I didn't need to be nervous," Kurt says, grabbing the cutlery Sebastian hands him. "Your mom hates me, Sebastian. That is valid reason to be nervous."
"She doesn't hate you," Sebastian protests, but he doesn't sound a hundred percent convinced. "She's just-hard to get to know."
"She hates me," Kurt repeats. Sebastian sighs and abandons his search for paper plates in favor of turning around to kiss Kurt.
"No she doesn't. And even if she did, it wouldn't matter, because I don't hate you. Besides, my dad loves you, so that's gotta count for something."
"Yeah, I guess."
xoxoxoxox
The rest of the night is pretty uneventful. Kurt stays as far away from Mrs Smythe as he can manage without being rude, and he keeps close to Sebastian. He makes pleasant conversation with Sebastian's dad and a bunch of the other guests, and generally it's a nice evening.
When people start to head home, Kurt and Sebastian are sitting cuddled up under a blanket on the front porch swing. They say goodbye to the ones who passes by, but when Kurt starts yawning every thirty seconds, Sebastian starts to notice.
"Tired?"
"Mm, long day," Kurt replies sleepily, burying his head in Sebastian's shoulder.
"Wanna go to bed?"
Suddenly, Kurt isn't all that tired anymore. Going to bed means...yeah, Kurt really isn't tired anymore. Sebastian notices the tension in his shoulder, of course he notices, and rubs his back.
"Hey, just sleeping, okay? I mean it, I'll sleep on the couch if you want me to."
"No, no don't-I don't want that."
"Okay. Good." They get up and inside, and Sebastian lets Kurt have the first go in the bathroom. He hurries through a condensed version of his skin-care routine and brushes his teeth, then walks back into the bedroom.
"You sure it's okay if I sleep with you?" Sebastian asks, voice a bit muffled by the t-shirt he's pulling over his head. He's already stripped out of his pants, so apart from the shirt, he's down to his underwear. His very tight, very fitting boxer-briefs. Kurt swallows.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Sebastian gets the shirt off and turns to him and smiles. "Be right back," he says, kissing Kurt on the cheek when he passes him on his way to the bathroom. Kurt looks after him until the door's closed and locked, then he looks down at himself. How much is he supposed to dress down? He brought a pajamas, but he doesn't want to be overdressed. He doesn't want to be underdressed either, and he doesn't know if Sebastian is planning on putting anything on when he comes back. Kurt kind of hopes he will, but also that he won't. It's a really nice sight, and he would be lying if he said he hasn't dreamed about finally feeling Sebastian's skin against his-but it's also very distracting, and Kurt doesn't know if he'll be able to control his body if he gets into bed with an almost-naked Sebastian.
Not that he thinks Sebastian will mind his body's reaction. He looks at the locked bathroom door again, and then, with a sigh, he hurries to pull off his jeans and dress shirt, leaving him in briefs and his undershirt. He pulls back the bedspread and crawls in under the covers. The sheets are soft and cool and smell of Sebastian, and Kurt can't help himself from burying his head in one of the pillows and taking a deep breath. He lets it out just as Sebastian opens the bathroom door.
"Taking liberties, are we?" Sebastian teases, walking over to turn off the overhead lights.
"Oh. Am I on your side or something?" Kurt asks hesitantly, scooting over a little. He can't make out Sebastian's shape in the dark before his eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so his heart skips a beat when he feels the mattress shift beside him.
"No, not at all," Sebastian reassures him. "I usually sleep sprawled all over." He gets in under the covers, but stays a good foot away from Kurt. "I'll try to restrain myself, but I'm not making any promises."
Kurt turns to his side so he's facing Sebastian. "I think I'll survive," he says. He reaches out, puts a tentative hand on Sebastian's arm.
"Good," Sebastian says, inching a little closer. "Would be really fucking boring if I managed to get you into my bed and then accidentally crushed you the first night."
"Boring, huh? That's the only thing it would be?"
"No. Honestly, I think I'd be pretty devastated."
"Oh, you think?"
"Mhm." Sebastian inches even closer and pushes on Kurt's shoulder until he's flat on his back, then he leans over him. "Yes. And right now, I think I want to kiss you. That all right?"
Kurt nods. "Yeah. Very all right," he says, so Sebastian leans down and does exactly that.
It's gentle and soft at first, Sebastian's lips barely touching his, but when Kurt reaches up to put his hand on Sebastian's neck and pull him down, Sebastian complies easily, deepening the kiss. He hovers above Kurt for a while, but finally he seems to realize that Kurt isn't going anywhere, and lowers himself until he's half on top of him. Kissing gets easier then, when he doesn't have to hold himself up; he can put his hand on Kurt's cheek and gently guide him until the angle is perfect, can run his other hand down Kurt's side where his skin is warm through the soft cotton of his shirt. It's tongues sliding and lips pressing and Kurt is letting out those tiny moans again but this time Sebastian doesn't back away. He licks into Kurt's mouth and presses down harder, and Kurt gasps when he feels Sebastian's erection against his thigh.
He feels himself flush, all over, and he doesn't know what to do so he tangles his fingers in Sebastian's hair and slides the other arm around his waist, keeping him in place, because if there's one thing he does know, it's that he doesn't want Sebastian to go anywhere.
"Kurt," Sebastian gasps, their mouths millimeters apart. "If you don't-I'm not gonna be able to stop, soon," he says, his breath coming in warm, wet puffs against Kurt's lips.
"I don't want to stop," Kurt whispers, surging up for another kiss, dragging Sebastian down with him. Sebastian shifts so that he's more on top of Kurt, his cock pressing against Kurt's now, and both of them moan against each other. Somewhere in his mind Kurt knows that this must be pretty unexciting for Sebastian, rubbing off in his underwear when he's done better things, but he himself is so overwhelmed by this that he can't bring himself to care, not right now. He wants to take off his shirt, wants to feel Sebastian's skin against his own, wants more, but he doesn't want to let go at all. Sebastian seems to want the same thing though and he has less attachment problems because he sits up, straddling Kurt's legs, and looks down at him.
"Come on," he says, pulling at the hem of Kurt's shirt. "Off." Kurt arches up and twists to get his shirt off, shivering when Sebastian's finger brushes over his bare skin, and as soon as they've gotten rid of the shirt, he drags Sebastian down again. Their kisses get sloppier and soon turns into them just panting into each other's mouth, their hips jerking against each other, searching for friction, for that tiny fraction of relief. Kurt moans, clutching at Sebastian's skin, his hands sliding down to grab his ass through his underwear. This is all so new, so amazing and wonderful and Kurt just wants to do this forever, wants to stay pressed against Sebastian like this with just their breaths and moans and gasps as the only things surrounding them.
"Kurt, fuck," Sebastian moans, burying his face in Kurt's neck. His grip around Kurt's bicep tightens and his hips stutter irregularly against Kurt's, and fuck, Kurt can feel Sebastian's cock twitch against his. It isn't until he feels wetness seep through his own underwear that he realizes Sebastian just came against him, and that thought is a million times hotter than Kurt ever thought he'd find it. He whines against Sebastians cheek, gripping his ass harder and pushing him down as he arches up, desperate and needy and just wanting to come, and then Sebastian slides a hand between them, rubbing the pad of his thumb against Kurt's nipple, and Kurt comes with a shout, muffled by Sebastian's shoulder.
The silence stretches out between them, their breathing easing out and slowing down. Sebastian is still laying on top of Kurt, but it's not an uncomfortable pressure, and Kurt is tracing random patterns on Sebastian's back, trailing his fingers over the knobs of his spine and slipping his fingertips under the waistband of Sebastian's underwear.
"Am I crushing you?" Sebastian asks after a while, his voice heavy with sleep.
"No," Kurt says, honestly.
Sebastian presses a kiss to Kurt's neck. "'m gonna move anyway, need to clean up b'fore I fall asleep," he mumbles, but it still takes him a few seconds to actually gather up the strength to lift himself off of Kurt. He drops heavily onto his back, reaching out a hand to fumble for the tissues on his nightstand.
"That's not gonna help," Kurt remarks and then winces, because yeah, dry tissues won't do much for the dry come in their underwear.
"I knooow," Sebastian moans, dropping his arm over his eyes. "The bathroom's so far away, though."
"I'll kiss you when you get back," Kurt coaxes. Sebastian lifts his arm a little to squint at him.
"Yeah?" He sighs heavily before pushing himself up on his elbows and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "You wanna borrow a pair of underwear?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at Kurt.
"I have a pair in my bag, could you grab them?" Sebastian nods and gets off the bed with another long-suffering sigh, crossing the room with a few strides. When he flips on the bathroom lights Kurt squeezes his eyes shut from the harsh light and he keeps them closed as long as he hears Sebastian rummage around in there. When he hears the click of the switch and the light fades, he opens his eyes again and tries to focus on Sebastian as he makes his way back.
"Here," Sebastian says and presses a damp towel into Kurt's hand. He cleans up and puts on the clean underwear, then hands the towel back to Sebastian, who just drops it onto the floor before crawling into bed again. He arranges himself so that his body is flush to Kurt's, his chest against Kurt's side and their legs tangling together. He slides an arm around Kurt's waist and presses a kiss to his shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asks when it seems like he's settled. "That wasn't too much?"
Kurt shakes his head. "No. It was perfect."
"Good. 'Cause I wanna do that again."
Kurt feels giddy with relief. "Yeah, me too."
They're silent for a few minutes, trying to fall asleep, but then Sebastian breaks the silence. "I'm sorry, but this isn't working. I can't sleep like this."
Kurt lets out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. "Oh, thank god, me neither."
"Too close, too warm," Sebastian says, untangling himself from Kurt and scooting away until only one of his feet is tucked under Kurt's shin. "There, better."
"Mm," Kurt hums, burrowing himself deeper into the mattress. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."