Please see chapter one for all warnings etc… (Again remember very badly written romance, just go with it...)
Make My Heart Start Beating
16
"Me?" I'm outraged and close the door with a slam as I flare up, "It's all you, my life was boringly routine, and then you accosted me in the supermarket."
"Well you ignored me," He eyes me up, "I didn't know if you even remembered me and lo and behold you did," he's back to smirking.
"You're a little hard to forget," I mutter and his whole face lights up in delight. I didn't mean it as a compliment.
Strutting up to me he leans around and locks the door and then he takes my hand tugging me towards the stairs, "If you're going to keep my t-shirt the very least you could do is let me have one of yours," and it's a reasonable suggestion.
He leads me up the stairs and into my bedroom.
Standing there clutching Horney like a life line I eye him up and then go over to my chest of drawers to find him a t-shirt. Green he should have green, it will bring out his eyes. Picking out a few I turn to hand them to him to see him in just a really tight pair of underpants. He's even taken his socks off.
Speechless I stand there holding a few t-shirts and he takes them out of my hand, he looks at them and then decides on one, pulling it on he poses in my full length mirror, "This one," then he ambles over to my bed and gets in.
"What are you doing?" I squeak not sure what to think of him.
The most pathetic puppy eyes and pout are sent my way, "Kurt we got interrupted earlier, and I've worked really hard on my writing, I'm so tired," he looks wide awake and then pats the other side of the bed, "You said I mattered," his voice goes husky.
If I were really a girl, at this point I should spray him with mace, beat him with a baseball bat and kick him out of the house. It's the sensible and smart thing to do, you really can't be too careful, there are people I trust to sleep in my bed and then there are people who can't even sleep in my house if I or anyone else is in it.
Chewing my lip I hesitate.
He's already proved he's not interested in me that way.
"Just sleep," I double check, "Nothing else."
"Nothing else," he promises, "Just sleep and maybe cuddling?"
In two minds about it I nod and then hand him Horny, "Here, you can cuddle my unicorn."
"Thanks," he wraps an arm around my unicorn, "Just why is he called Horny?"
"That would be Britt," I tell him, "She bought him for me so I'd always remember I'm a unicorn too, and she doesn't really understand some of the more complex things, like innuendo," which isn't completely true, she often gets the most complex things the rest of us flail around and screw up on.
"Hmm," he pats the bed.
Leaving my yoga pants on, I'm not a total naive country simpleton I slide under the covers and then Sebastian yawns curling up on his side and seemingly falling fast asleep.
He looks younger, more innocent like this, he has no smirk to hide behind.
It was like that with Santana at the first all girls sleep over, how vulnerable she seemed, more human, it was a shame to see her wake up and rebuild the armour she always wore.
Not wanting to be a creeper I sneak out of the bed and turn the lights out, then settle back where I was. I can hear him breathing. I listen to the rhythm of it and drift off.
I wake to sunshine, a hard warmth along my back, and Horny in my arms. Somebody's spooning me and I'm wearing clothes. The ring tone for my dad is loud and the body behind me groans.
Sebastian.
It's Sebastian, and then he's leaning over me as I kick-start my brain into doing something, "'Lo, Kurt's phone," Sebastian's voice is rough and sleepy. Oh no. "Sure, give me a minute," and then the phone is waved in my face, "For you, your dad."
Taking it from him I put it to my ear as Sebastian snuggles in apparently heading back to sleep.
"Hi dad, are you okay? Is it your heart?" I ask worried.
"Oh I'm fine, my damn phone has a hell of a lot of messages on it telling me my son is having a sleepover with a guy," oh no, but he sounds more amused that angry, "Just make sure you used protection and I'll stall them here for a little while, we won't be back until this afternoon, make sure he treats you right and I don't need to know all the details."
The phone goes dead and my head flops onto the pillow as I groan, dad's assumed the worst. The arms around me squeeze for a second and then let go as Sebastian shifts to whisper in my ear, "Is the offer of a date still on the table?"
Stiffening in his arms I freeze in shock wondering what game he's playing this time and then he breathes out, "You don't know about my mother do you," it's a statement not a question but I shake my head anyway. "I thought you did. I thought you were taunting me at the party."
"Sebastian, I wouldn't," I blurt out, my voice loud in the quiet of the house.
Those arms squeeze again, "I wasn't thinking, I'd argued with father again, it hurt," his voice holds pain and I squirm around dropping Horny in the process, he wont look at me so I wiggle a bit more, now he can duck his head under my chin. Hands grab my t-shirt and he shakes in my arms.
I don't know what to do or how to comfort him so I stroke my fingers through his hair and keep him close.
"She's French," his voice floats up, "I hate French food, it's covered in crappy sauce all the time, can't they just do something normal for once?"
"And I asked you to dinner and a French movie, I'm so sorry Sebastian…"
"You didn't know," he cuts me off, "You didn't know." I can feel fingers playing or twisting in the fabric of my t-shirt behind me, "And now you do, what date would you come up with?"
Is he serious?
My mind is completely blank.
I can't think of anything, and start to panic at being given another chance, "Um…"
A really loud rumbling fills the room and it's his turn to stiffen in my arms, "Sebastian did you eat last night?"
"No, I was busy writing and then I came straight here," he says.
I'm not sure what to think about that but at least it's given me an idea, "Then for our first date I would offer you a home cooked breakfast, what would you like? I can make you omelettes, pancakes, waffles, cereal, toast, any of them and a fine ground coffee to round it all off."
"You have waffles?" His voice is like a child's.
"I have waffles and many syrups," I whisper trying to be seductive.
"Waffles," he says firmly.
Amused I sit up though I have to fight him a little, he's clinging to me, worming Horny under his arm I stroke his cheek and extract myself from the bed and the living octopus that Sebastian has become.
"Bathroom's down the hall, you know where the kitchen is," I leave him there and hurry to the bathroom myself I really need to pee and escape to the kitchen to think.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.