Author's Note: She's aliiiiiive!...and going to be dead if she doesn't update soon...I get it guys, I'm sorry. I moved, unfortunately, to a tropical place (no I'm not kidding), and I recently had a breakup, along with homework, so…you can imagine how stressful (*remembers all the stress eating*). Anyway, here it is! Short chapter sorry.
The fight had been horrible. Blaine Anderson kicked ass, but Sebastian quickly handled that. Blaine was all punch and no thinking. No brain. As soon as Sebastian got ahold of the situation, he quickly gained advantage and won. Blaine had shouted and spat profanities at him, but he didn't care. Honestly, he was worried about another thing. How was he going to explain all the bruises on his ribs to Kurt? Not to mention the black eye.
"Crap," Sebastian groaned. He honestly did not want to think of what Kurt would do after all the 'I trust you' thing. And the kiss. Suddenly stilling and touching his lips, Sebastian softened. The kiss.
The kiss was beautiful. Those soft, warm lips slid onto his and just slotted so perfectly, Sebastian wanted to cry. Kurt's eyes were shut, obscuring those gorgeous gems of an eye. His skin was slightly flushed, and he had his arms around Sebastian's neck. Sebastian had tightened his grip around Kurt's waist, and everything was perfect. It wasn't like one of those horrid, mushy, overly squashed kisses. This one was gentle and sweet and chaste, filled with promise of a next time. Kurt Hummel was a tease and he knew it. He had gently licked Sebastian's upper lip, drank up his strained "Damn, Kurt…" and smiled mischievously. Kurt breathed sweet promises to Sebastian's ear, and it took all of Sebastian's will to not snatch Kurt up and fuck him then and there.
Because, no. Kurt wasn't one of those people he could hook up with and fuck as much as he wanted. Kurt was a gem. He was precious, and Sebastian was going to treat him that way.
But the fight.
Sebastian grimaced. Kurt should never find out about it. Blaine would be too chicken to admit to Kurt that he'd lost, but how was he going to avoid Kurt? He-
"OhmigoshIamgoingtokillyoubecauseyouactuallyfoughtwithBlaine!" Jeff stood at the doorway, hands on his hips, face red. "Kurtsie is going to kill you! Do you know what you did to him?! You gained his trust, abused it, and! And! UGH! You know what? I completely strip you from the 'Y' and 'IE' group. Otherwise known as YIE. You are no longer 'Sebby' but Sebastian. I hope you like that, Sebb-Sebastian. Kurtsie's gonna blow and-"
"No, he's not," answered Sebastian calmly, although his heart was in an emotional turmoil. "Because we aren't going to tell. Think about it. If you tell Kurt, he's going to think you have some involvement, and then-"
"Oh my God," gasped Jeff with a horrified expression. His eyes were wide and as big as saucers. "You have like this diabolical mind! Oh my God. Are you like, Doctor Doom in disguise? Or…" suddenly, his face cleared. "Justin Hammer!"
Great. Just great. All Sebastian needed was a delusional Jeff.
"Listen, Jeff, please." Crap. Never in his life had Sebastian said please (except maybe Kurt), and to say it killed him. "I...I really lo-like Kurt, Jeff. And...God, I can't lose his friendship. Not now. Not ever." Surprising himself and Jeff, Sebastian's voice broke a bit at the end. He realized it was true. To imagine Kurt turning his back on him was painful, physically, emotionally, and psychologically painful. "Please."
Jeff softened and he called for Nick, but Sebastian hardly heard him. He just stared at the floor, dread pooling in the bottom of his stomach. "Okay," said Jeff gently. "Okay. But I gotta tell Nicky. I don't keep anything from him, and you shouldn't from Kurt from now on, alright?" the last part was said firmly.
Sebastian meekly nodded his head and looked down. Jeff heard a commotion out the door and peered out. His expression cleared and he looked vaguely afraid. "Uh, Sebastian? Kurtsie's here."
Craaaaaap. So screwed.
Author's Note: Wow. I'm sorry. I just. I want to say sorry like five billion times. Please forgive me?