Welcome to my new story! This is a story that is very close to my heart, as a lot of the basic plot has happened in my life. I ask you to be patient and go with the flow, it'll all make sense in the end. There will be other relationships, but Klaine is endgame, I promise. Time will pass in large chunks here and there, but it's all part of the story. There aren't a whole lot of warnings. Sex, obviously. But that's about it. Enjoy the story!
Sleep Sweet, My Love
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Life rarely turns out according to the plans of the young. Kurt was certain he would be with Blaine forever. Forever turned out to be about a year and a half. Then Kurt got caught up in his life in New York and Blaine was enjoying his senior year back in Lima. The split had been mutual. They tried not having a romantic relationship for a while and found there was less stress on their friendship when there were less expectations. Blaine was wonderful and Kurt would always love him, that's how it is with first loves. They always own a corner of your heart, no matter where your heart ends up going.
Kurt didn't date at all his first year in New York. He completely devoted himself to his studies at Parson's The New School for Design. Though he'd blown his NYADA audition out of the water, he was still turned down for entrance. The applicants were so talented that they'd had to choose only those with outstanding resume's. Kurt had already known his wasn't quite up to par. If he'd won student council president, that might have put him over the edge. Luckily, he hadn't put all his eggs into the NYADA basket, so when he'd received his acceptance letter to Parson's, guaranteeing him a New York education, he couldn't have been more pleased.
Studying fashion from the master's of the field was intimidating and hard work. Kurt spent all of his time studying and when he wasn't studying, he was walking through fabric stores, testing his knowledge or designing what he would do for his next class project. It was exhilarating as much as it was hard work. He liked to spend his studying hours at the coffee shop down the street from his dorms, which meant he was there all the time.
Coffee Stains reminded him of the Lima Bean. He enjoyed the décor with its round tables each looking like they had a round coffee stain on them. The lighting was low but still bright enough to study under. It had become his personal sanctuary. And though his friends from the dorm knew they could find him there, most just left him alone. He was known as the die-hard academic, always studying something. He didn't mind the label. Some of his dorm-mates tended to party more than they studied. One had even flunked out recently and had to leave. That was not going to be his fate. He couldn't understand how people could be so blasé about their education, especially in such a prestigious school. So if he had to be known as the lame one who studies all the time, so be it.
By the end of the school year, Kurt was feeling like he fit in well and overall his first year in New York was a success. He had friends, though none of them were incredibly close, his grades were impeccable, and he loved his dorm room. His dorm was a single room which was perfect for him. His dad had paid for him to have a private room as a gift. Since he was making extra money being a congressman, he didn't mind doing this one thing for Kurt. Finn had also gotten a private room at UCLA.
The only down side to the summer was the fact that there would be no trip home to see his dad and Carole. They were planning to come see him for a week before his sophomore year started whenever Burt's meeting schedule in Washington allowed. But since they'd be gone the entire summer, there was no point going home. Blaine was headed off to Europe for the summer before he started college; he was still undecided between Stanford and NYU. By this time, he and Blaine were simply friends, able to talk about anything they wanted with no emotions getting in the way. The first time Blaine had hesitantly brought up having a date, Kurt had reassured him that it didn't bother him. Now, Blaine would tell him about his dates and complain about the boys in Lima. Kurt enjoyed it even though Blaine teased him about not going out or finding someone to at least have coffee with.
Kurt didn't mind, though. Now he had a summer stretching before him with a mostly empty dorm. There were only two guys other than him that were sticking around and they didn't travel in the same circles. Kurt was on his own. He began planning his own tour of New York, the parts he hadn't had a chance to see during the busy school year. He purchased tickets to several Broadway shows and didn't feel bad that he'd be going alone.
One afternoon. That's all it took to change everything. A two hour time frame when he could have been anywhere in the state of New York, but he'd chosen to catch up on his issues of Vogue while sipping coffee at Coffee Stains.
"Well, well, of all the coffee joints in all the world. Kurt Hummel, lady extraordinaire, how are you?"
Kurt knew the voice immediately and put down his magazine, clenched his teeth, and smiled tightly. "Sebastian Smythe, meerkat and blinder of the innocent. How are you?"
Sebastian chuckled and sat down across from Kurt. "It's nice to know you haven't changed. I'm pretty good, how are you?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Um. Are you seriously starting a conversation with me?"
"Why not? Oh, come on, Kurt, high school is over, can't we just act like adults?" Sebastian said, his green eyes sincere. "I know I had issues in high school," he began.
"You almost blinded Blaine. And you were aiming for me. Those kind of memories go beyond high school and straight into eternity," Kurt snapped.
Sebastian took a deep breath. "I apologized for that back then, Kurt. I even went through counseling to work on my anger and manipulation issues," he said, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.
Kurt was surprised at his honesty. "Really?"
He chuckled bitterly. "Why would I offer up that kind of fodder for wise cracks unless it was true?"
Kurt fought a smile but didn't succeed. "True. How are you doing with the counseling?"
"Oh, they kicked me out," Sebastian said. At Kurt's shocked look, he laughed loudly. "Kidding, I'm kidding. Relax, Hummel. Counseling was fine, I'm done, I even have meds to help me stay mellow when I need to. There's another bit of honesty for you."
Kurt took a sip of coffee, regarding the thin man across from him. Sebastian looked the same since the last time he saw him. The only difference being he was in well-fitting jeans and a button up shirt, not a Warbler uniform. His brown hair was still in the same wave, his eyes still that disturbing color of green.
"Why are you telling me all this?" Kurt asked, tilting his head. "Why would you even bother talking to me?"
Sebastian's face tightened momentarily. Had Kurt hurt his feelings? Did Sebastian have any actual feelings to hurt?
"Honestly? I'm fucking lonely. College is a bitch and I can't seem to, uh, make any friends. While that was all well and good in high school, apparently I care now. I saw you in here when I was stopping to get coffee and I figured I could at least try to talk to you," Sebastian explained, staring down at the table, tracing the coffee stain design. "It's kind of like seeing a piece of home, seeing you here." His voice was so quiet, Kurt almost didn't catch what he said.
"I get that," Kurt said softly.
"What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be back in Lima for the summer? You and Blaine should be attached at the hip, eating at Breadstix and giving each other facials," Sebastian said, a twinkle in his eye.
Kurt blushed at his innuendo. "Blaine and I broke up a long time ago. My parents won't be in Lima all summer so I didn't bother even planning a trip," he said, wondering why he was still talking to Sebastian. There was something different about him, though, a vulnerability. He honestly looked like he was interested in what Kurt had to say.
"I get that. I'm sorry about you and Blaine. I was seeing a guy for a while, but it didn't last more than a month," Sebastian said. "My folks are in Rio. They said since I'm an adult now I can figure out my own summer activities," he said bitterly.
Kurt knew if he showed too much sympathy for this obviously lonely guy, he'd just smirk and blow it off.
"That sucks," he just said. Sebastian nodded, agreeing. "So have you made any adult plans for your summer?"
"Just hang around I guess. Take in a couple shows, that kind of thing. I miss singing, so I'm going to get my fill listening to other people," Sebastian said smiling.
"I miss it, too," Kurt admitted. "I bought tickets to Wicked, Phantom, and Les Mis. Of course, the last show I went to, I ended up singing along and the guy next to me threatened to throw me to the fishes if I kept it up." They both laughed. It felt good, different from his normally serious behavior. He'd become a bit stiffer since he moved to New York. Now, though, he felt himself loosening up.
"I'm gonna see Wicked and Les Mis, too. I wish there was like a show choir summer camp for grown people," Sebastian said with a grin.
"That would be the best," Kurt agreed.
"I'm gonna get some more coffee, you want some?" Sebastian offered, standing.
"Sure," Kurt said, somewhat surprised. He was actually having a good time and it was nice to have someone from home to talk to, even if it was Sebastian Smythe.
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When Kurt got back to his dorm that night, he was surprised to still be smiling. He and Sebastian had talked for hours about everything from the Warbler's to singing out their problems to the loneliness they were both dealing with. Sebastian admired Kurt for being so dedicated to his studies. He was studying political science because that was what his father wanted. He told Kurt he wasn't ready to share what he really wanted to do with his life. Kurt had teased him and prodded him, but Sebastian had just turned red and told him it wasn't going to happen.
They'd traded phone numbers before they'd left and agreed to get together the next day to go see the Statue of Liberty. They'd both lived in New York for a year and the most they'd done was drive by it. The plan was to meet at Coffee Stains and take the ferry out to Ellis Island and hike up the steps of the Statue.
Kurt was still hesitant, but it really did seem like Sebastian had turned over a new leaf in his life. If he was going to turn out to be a decent human, Kurt wouldn't turn down a friend. His phone buzzed and he saw he had a text from Sebastian.
Sebastian: I had a good time. Can't wait for tomorrow. I suggest comfortable clothes. Skinny jeans aren't conducive to hiking up a statue.
Kurt: Bite me. Skinny jeans are perfect for any situation. I had fun too. See you tomorrow.
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Kurt did take Sebastian's advice, though, and wore comfortable, distressed jeans along with a short sleeved t-shirt with a deep red vest over it. He wore his broken in Doc Marten boots and grabbed some granola bars and water to put in his messenger bag.
Walking to Coffee Stains, he found he was actually looking forward to the days outing. If Sebastian turned back into his asshole self, maybe he'd push him off the top of the Statue of Liberty. Grinning, he opened the door and was about to order coffee when he saw Sebastian sitting at the table they'd sat at yesterday. He waved his hand and held up a coffee.
Kurt walked over. "Thanks," he said, taking the cardboard cup.
"You look nice," Sebastian said, his cheeks staining pink again.
Kurt saw the honesty on his face and turned pink himself. "Uh, thanks. So do you."
They both stared off to the side for a moment. "Ready to go?" Sebastian finally said.
Kurt nodded, eager to forget the awkward moment and the admiration in Sebastian's green eyes.
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"You totally looked like you were gonna puke," Kurt laughed, letting them into his dorm room that afternoon. "Welcome to my home."
"Nice place, it's better than my room," Sebastian said, looking around. "And for the record, I was not going to puke. I don't have a fear of heights… I just have a healthy respect for heights," Sebastian said. Seeing Kurt giggling, he threw his empty water bottle at him. "Fuck off, Hummel."
"Go take a pill," Kurt said with a smile.
"I don't have a pill that can help me put up with idiots," Sebastian teased.
"Sure, it's in all the stores. It's called Fuckitall, ever heard of it?" Kurt said, smiling as he put coffee on to brew.
"Actually, it does ring a bell," Sebastian said, coming over and nudging Kurt with his shoulder. "You should keep it in stock for your poor dorm-mates."
"Whatever! I am the most fabulous one on this floor. They should have to give me some Fuckitall to put up with them. You wouldn't believe the number of video games and porn movies that go on all hours of the day and night," Kurt said, shaking his head.
"Is it good porn?" Sebastian asked, still standing distractingly close to Kurt.
"Straight," Kurt said and Sebastian made a sound of sympathy.
"That's too bad," he replied.
"Tell me about it," Kurt grumbled. "The things straight people do are kinda gross. It's good to be gay," Kurt said with conviction.
"Amen to that," Sebastian said, holding up a hand for a high five.
Kurt slapped his hand and froze, their hands still connected. It felt like an electrical charge was passing through their hands and throughout Kurt's body. When he met Sebastian's eyes, he realized he wasn't the only one feeling it.
Kurt put his hand down quickly, turning to pour them a cup of coffee. "Wanna watch a movie?"
Sebastian stared at him for a moment, his green eyes wondering. "Sounds good to me as long as it's not too gay."
"I thought we'd agreed that gay was good?" Kurt bantered back, handing him a cup.
"Yeah but when it comes to movies, a little gay goes a long way," Sebastian said, laughing.
Kurt realized he liked the sound. It was real and joyful. He also liked the way Sebastian smelled and that was bothering him. It was a mixture of his cologne and just the scent of man. It reminded him of how much he had enjoyed being with Blaine after he was done boxing.
They settled on watching the final Harry Potter movie because Sebastian said he hadn't seen it yet. They kept up a snarky commentary the entire time, laughing and poking at each other. It was fun. There was no spite to their teasing, there were no vicious undertones. It was just plain fun. Kurt got to be his bitchy self and Sebastian would just return it.
He walked Sebastian to the door later, still laughing at their discussion of Dumbledore being gay.
"Well, I guess the world will never know," Kurt said, leaning against the open door.
"I guess not," Sebastian agreed. As casual as if he was waving goodbye, Sebastian suddenly leaned down and kissed Kurt on the lips. "Good night."
Kurt stood there, watching Sebastian walk down the hall. He looked back once and winked before heading down the stairs. Still standing there, Kurt put his fingers to his lips. That same electrical current that had run through their hands had gone straight from his lips to his pants. What was it about contact between them? And why had Sebastian even kissed him in the first place?
Shrugging, he closed the door and went to get his phone, settling on the couch.
Kurt: What was that for?
Sebastian: What? ;)
Kurt: Oh I don't know, the wink down the hall. The kiss, Seb.
Kurt shortened his name so he didn't have to spell it out. He could have no idea how much Sebastian enjoyed nicknames of any kind. It showed some sort of caring, whether friendly or loving. Nobody had called him Seb in years.
Sebastian: I had to.
Staring at the message, Kurt's stomach did a small somersault. What the hell was going on?
Kurt: Why?
Sebastian: I couldn't stop thinking about your lips all day. After that interesting incident with our hands, I wanted to give kissing a try.
This is Sebastian, Kurt reminded himself. He could turn on him at any moment. But at the same time, it really seemed like Sebastian had changed. The day had been lovely and fun, full of laughter and friendship. He wanted it to be true that Sebastian was different. He wanted it much more than he would ever have thought possible.
Kurt: And what is the verdict?
Sebastian: I want you.
Holy shit. Did he read that right, Kurt wondered. And why were his pants getting tight, his cock waking up to the first bit of attention he'd had in a long time.
Kurt: Oh.
Sebastian: I'm patient, don't worry. I'm not like I used to be. I think I really like you, Kurt.
Kurt: I like you too.
Sebastian: I have a silly request.
Kurt: Okay?
Sebastian: Will you call be Seb?
Kurt smiled. It was a sweet request that he had no problem fulfilling.
Kurt: No problem, Seb. ;) Sleep well.
Sebastian: Thx :D You too. Coffee tomorrow? Say 10am?
Kurt: See you then.
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After two weeks of hanging out on a daily basis, each day ending with a soft kiss, Kurt had to admit to himself that he was falling for Sebastian Smythe. God help him, but he was. He was in his kitchenette again, making them coffee like he always did after they spent the day together. Sebastian was picking out the movie, which they took turns picking.
"Cookies or popcorn, Seb," Kurt called.
"Popcorn with cookies on top," Sebastian answered.
"Coming right up," Kurt said and popped a bag of popcorn in the microwave.
When it was done, he put it in a bowl and grabbed the package of cookies from the cupboard. He normally didn't eat cookies, but he'd learned that Seb had a sweet tooth, so he kept them around for him.
"So, tonight we're going with the Bourne trilogy. I can't believe you haven't seen any of these movies," Sebastian said. "Your girl side is showing, Hummel."
"Whatever. I am way more man than you," Kurt grumbled, plopping down next to him, both of them putting their socked feet on the coffee table.
"Not possible! Look at you and look at me," Sebastian said, grinning snarkily.
"Bite me," Kurt said, watching the opening credits.
"You say that a lot. You better watch it or one of these times, I'll take you up on it," Sebastian said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Kurt was surprised that he enjoyed the movies, but the fast-paced action kept his eyes glued to the screen. When the last movie ended, they sat there, sipping their coffee and discussing the car chase scenes.
Putting his cup down, Kurt put his hands in the air, stretching his back. Sebastian put his cup down and reached over and cupped Kurt's chin. Kurt put his arms down, but didn't move.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.
"Pecks at night aren't good enough anymore," Sebastian said, his voice lower than normal. Kurt noticed that his eyes were almost glowing, they were so green.
"Huh?" Kurt asked, not sure what he meant by that.
Sebastian groaned. He kept Kurt's chin in his hand and leaned in to lightly kiss Kurt's full lips. It was a moment he'd been waiting for over the past two weeks. Seeing the response in Kurt's beautiful ocean eyes made his cock tighten in his slacks.
Kurt was surprised by the passion behind the kiss. Sebastian scooted toward him and cupped his face fully before lowering his lips again. This time, he softly kissed each corner of Kurt's mouth before planting his lips firmly against Kurt's.
Sebastian's lips felt weird, but good. Kurt hadn't kissed anyone but Blaine and that one incident with Karofsky. He felt inexperienced when compared to the talent of Sebastian's mouth as it moved against his. Sebastian expertly licked along the line of Kurt's lips until Kurt opened up beneath him. They both gasped at the fiery sensations of their tongues mingling together.
Sebastian explored Kurt's mouth, learning the taste of him, massaging his tongue. It was everything he'd hoped it would be. There was a fire between them that was amazing. He wasn't going to let this man go.
"Kurt," he moaned lightly, moving his mouth down Kurt's cheek to his neck. He could spend hours staring and touching his long neck. He nibbled lightly, giving him a tiny bruise right at his collar bone.
"Seb," Kurt said, pulling away.
Sebastian sat back, hurt by the small rejection until he saw that Kurt's eyes were blown with lust.
"What's the matter?" Sebastian asked, giving him room, but keeping his hands on Kurt's.
"It's just, I, well, I've only ever been with Blaine," Kurt said, his face on fire. "And we've been broken up for seven months."
"Kurt, I'm not going to push you into anything," Sebastian said. Kurt was just nervous. He could understand that. He was too. After his counseling, he'd stopped sleeping with anyone he could get. He made his choices more carefully. But right now, his only choice, his only desire was Kurt. "Be my boyfriend, Kurt," Sebastian said, his stomach tightening nervously.
Kurt stared at him for a moment, his blue-green eyes wide with surprise. Kurt didn't know what to think. This was something he'd never even fathomed happening. Yet there was magic between them, a different fire than he'd had with Blaine. He liked it. A lot. And he wanted more. Sebastian was sweet, funny, snarky, and drop dead sexy. "Okay," he found himself saying.
"Really?" Sebastian asked, his eyes wide with pleasure.
"Really," Kurt said and leaned in to kiss him again.
Kurt lost himself in the kiss, trying to avoid the thought of telling Blaine, his dad, and friends that he was Sebastian Smythe's boyfriend.
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This relationship is not the point of the story, so please just hang in there with me. Like I said above, Klaine is endgame, we just have to get through some stuff to get there. Tell me what you think so far, though it's hard because there is so much more that is going to happen. Reviews are encouragement, so whenever you read a fic, make sure to review! Let the writer know the story is being enjoyed. Will update soon. I don't know if I'll update as fast as I did with AYNWM, but we'll see. Heck, I hadn't even planned on writing this for several days, but here I am…