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Make My Heart Start Beating

08

Rooted to the spot I stand there in shock.

Icy rivulets run down my face, my sunglasses at least protected my eyes, and the slushy is rapidly heading south, I do not what that stuff in my underwear. Pulling my t-shirt up and off as quickly as I can I use the ruined garment to sop up the blue liquid on my torso. I pick my sunglasses off too to clean them.

Paris has his arms crossed defiantly and Sebastian is blowing up angrily beside me.

"Gregory!" And now I have the pleasure of Mr Paris senior.

"Dad…" the boy stumbles back as his dad storms over.

"Gregory, why did you just throw that at Kurt?" And Mr Paris doesn't look happy.

"Dad," the boy points at me, "The homos were about to kiss and there are kids about."

"Plus," Sebastian steps smoothly into the conversation as I get the last of the slushy before it crosses my equator line, "Kurt had caught your son bullying a boy earlier."

"Gregory!" Mr Paris whips around to glare at his son.

"Dad," Gregory whines, "I wouldn't do that."

Mr Paris apparently isn't buying it, "Home. Now. You're not only grounded for the rest of the summer you're going to extra bible classes to learn how to be nice to people and to learn not to lie to me."

"But Dad!" And the boy is dragged off.

"Urgh it's staining already," I complain and then realise everyone is staring at me and there are a lot of people to stare. Grabbing my wet t-shirt I hold it protectively in front of me.

"Kurt," It's Tina, "Here I have wipes," Mercedes is there too and wolf whistles me as they rub my chest and stomach.

"Mercedes," I gripe, "Please don't objectify me."

"Hard not too when you're that toned boo, when did you muscle up so much, you were a bit skinny in high school," she sasses me.

"I work in a garage, I lift things all day, heavy things," I eye her up, "You're not going to pitch a rock through my windshield are you?"

She laughs, "No baby, here do your face, we'll find you something else to wear sweetie."

Rubbing my face with a wipe I jump and tense when Sebastian taps me on the shoulder, "You can borrow my t-shirt, I can wear my shirt."

"Um," I'm going to tell him no, I really am, but he slides out of his shirt and then tugs the soft faded blue material of his t-shirt up and off of his body. His freckled body. The freckles that I trace with my eyes down his body and I remember go under his jeans.

Fingers snap in front of my face, "I'm up here Kurt, but if you want to objectify me just let me know Tiger."

Snatching the t-shirt from him I huff as I jam it over my head and pray I've got it the right way round. The material is thin and stretchy. And oh god my nipples just got hard.

I smooth the t-shirt down and then realise, "Hey my biceps are bigger than yours."

Taking that as an invitation his hand lands on one of mine, "Interesting, we can go somewhere more private to explore all the differences if you want?"

"No Sebastian, I was just…" And everyone is staring at us again, "Never mind."

Removing his hand he starts buttoning up his shirt and hiding the freckles from me, "That's too bad Tiger, I'll see you later, oh and I want my t-shirt back, freshly laundered with love."

"I'll just use detergent like everyone else," I tell him and he walks off pushing through the crowd.

Mercedes is glaring at me, "No, just no Kurt!"

"What?" I'm confused.

She leans in and stares at my eyes, "Oh dear too late, Tina we need to buy in emergency ice-cream."

"Got it," the woman nods.

"What?" They don't say anything but drag me off as the crowd murmurs and I can hear the rumour mill starting already. They're going to be disappointed when Sebastian leaves Lima with nothing happening between us except for verbal fighting.

Now it's all over the others all turn up and fuss over me, "I'm fine," I snap at them.

"Kurt," Blaine gives me puppy eyes and I sigh, "We're just worried about you, and if you got slushied who's top is that?"

"It's Sebastian's he was nice enough to lend it to me," I tell him.

"What!" Several people yell.

"I have a new career path for Kurt," Mercedes butts in to save me, "Topless model."

"Mercedes!" I squeak.

She brandishes her phone and the ladies and Sam and Puck all look. I get several comments from them and pretend to be mortally offended but I'm secretly pleased I'm not a total frog.

"If you've all finished," I stalk off as the announcement of entertainment is made. Hiding behind the stage I encourage the cheerios and the glee club helping with their pre show nerves.

I don't spot Sebastian in the crowd.

Not that I was looking but I'm disappointed he's not there.

Well he'll be gone from Lima soon enough and the idea isn't as comforting as it should be.

Fundraiser over with, I go home with my family and bustle about after an eventful day. Early indicators point to us having enough money for toilet paper at school this year.

"Is there you something you want to tell me son," Dad's standing there, he'd been in a huddle with Mercedes and Tina before we drove home.

"No," I frown at him, "Should there be?" I run through a mental list of things I've done recently and everything has been fine at the shop.

"I know I'm not always good with these guy problems and frankly there's only ever really been Blaine, but I'm here for you," he starts.

"What about Blaine?"

Silently he stares at me and then sighs, "Just, when you're ready, okay?"

"Okay…" Maybe I should talk to Carole about him, he's been under a lot of stress, yes I'll talk to her soon.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.

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