Please see chapter one for all warnings etc…

Make My Heart Start Beating

25

It's a stupid move and it's never going to fool him but I do try and feign sleep. All I get for my efforts is a finger poked in my side right where I'm ticklish and I jump giving away that I'm wide awake.

"You do not get to make a phone call like that Kurt Hummel and then dodge questions," David sits on my bed and Kyle closes the door before joining him, "What the hell was that about and spill I want all of the details."

Huffing at him I try and wiggle out of it but with two of them staring me down I sit up and tell them about getting drunk, about Sebastian being nice, about me grabbing him and dragging him into the cab, about having to stop to get stuff because I hadn't been planning on it at all, and then the marathon sex in the hotel, I edit the freckles, they're mine now.

"So why didn't the pair of you hook up then?" David frowns.

"He wasn't very complimentary regarding my bedroom skills in the morning when he left," I admit and I'm still worried about them now, I've not had any practice since.

Snorting Kyle smirks at me, "Yeah, that's why since he ran into you at the supermarket he's been angling to get in your pants," I blink and run our confrontations through my head, Kyle's right, Sebastian's been pleasant and eyeing me up since that moment.

"True," David nods and then scowls, "Hey how come he didn't rate me then? Jeez that brat was on and off and gone," crossing his arms David starts to sulk a bit. "I'm not that bad in bed."

Rubbing his shoulders Kyle comforts him, "Of course you're not, you're amazing, and he didn't even give you a chance to show him your patented bench pressing move," those hands slide over David's impressive biceps and squeeze.

It makes David chuckle, "True," he twists to kiss Kyle, "Thanks babe, and by the way, you're totally awesome in the lover department too."

Leaving them to their moment I snuggle back under my covers and wait for them to exit my room for the night, I'm already feeling better and calmer.

Another poke in my side and I bat at David's hand, "What now?"

"So what brought on that question?" David asks.

Sighing I roll over and get comfortable, "Because of what everyone was saying at Breadstix," I play with the bed sheet with my fingers, "Sebastian did do all those things and I should think about what everyone else went through because of him."

"True," David nods, "But he's not a teenager anymore, and he's not pulled any stunts as far as I know since he's moved into Lima. Has he been mean to you? Has he thrown any slushies at anyone? Has he threatened to kill anyone?"

"Babe," Kyle moves closer to him and kneads his shoulders.

"David," I scold him, "You're not the same boy..."

"Neither's Seb, and they way he looks at you," the man shrugs and leans back into his fiancé, "Just talk to him Kurt, let him know what you're feeling, he's agreed to be your boyfriend and only you could ask a guy out, get turned down, proposition him, nearly get a speeding ticket having bought up all the lube in this cow town, and then sleep with a guy innocently until he pounces at lunch the next day and still end up with the guy as your boyfriend."

"You make it sound like I did it on purpose," I huff.

"No," Kyle sniggers, "But I love coming home for the holidays and seeing what's happened in everyone's lives, you're all crazy."

"Talk to him," David wags his fingers, "See if you're both on the same page now, before you invest anything else in him, and if you are, fight for him, our friends can learn to like him, just like they learnt to like me."

"'Kay," I nod grateful he can be so nosey and willing to get involved in my problems.

They go to get ready for bed and I do feel better. Grabbing my phone I shoot off a message before I lose my nerve about whether he wants to get married or not and has he ever thought about kids.

Less than a minute later my phone rings and it's him.

"Hey," I greet him, "Did you make it home okay?"

"Fine, and did you mean get married right now because I'm fairly sure the wedding chapel's closed," he's teasing me.

Glad he can't see me I flop back onto the bed, "I didn't mean right now and I know it's a big conversation thing, we've not been dating long, and we're still getting to know each other, but do you? One day? Way in the future?" Babbling I keep going knowing this could frighten him off but really wanting to know, "I do, one day, I really do. I'm not sure on the kids issue but I thought I'd adopt, only I thought I'd be single and it's hard to adopt when you're gay and even more when you're single."

Breaking off I cringe at how overly emotional and clingy I'm acting.

"So it wasn't a proposal," at least he's amused and I relax. "Honestly, I've not really thought too much about it, my parents were very unhappily married and it ended in a really messy divorce, but then I see people like your parents, and I want something like that, it's just..." he pauses, "Scary. And I'm not sure how to wring a guarantee out of someone first."

"I'm not sure happy ever afters come with guarantees," I sigh, "You're more likely to get kicked than kept."

"Hmm and is that supposed to be swinging me towards the marriage thing or away from it?" I can see him smirking at me.

"Honestly? I have no idea, in fact I have no idea what I'm doing with my life, with us, with my job, my future studying, my friends, any of it," I pauses, "Sorry it's a bit late to be discussing this isn't it."

"No," rustling comes from the other side, I think he might be in bed and I imagine him there. "It's nice to know I'm not the only one floundering around too, everyone seems to know what they want, I love to write but frankly it doesn't pay the bills that well. You, I was not expecting you to agree to be in my life, I just had that amazing memory of you and I thought I'd blown it out of proportion, instead I think I tried to make it less," I should probably be offended but I'm preening at his words. "For the first time in my life I'm free of my parents and I really don't know what to do with my freedom."

"Write," I tell him, "Write and make coffee, go on dates with me. David asked me what I wanted to do the other day and I drew a blank so he asked me what I didn't want to do, that was a bit easier."

"Don't want to do, yes that could help," he's mussing, "If nothing else it makes me really sure I don't want do as my parents tell me and be a lawyer or a doctor." I want to joke about him as a lawyer or doctor but I do remember him saying he'd refused to do what he's parents wanted him to do.

"And now you're at the same point I am, congratulations on being young and lost just like me," I use that as my joke.

Laughing he agrees and somehow it's two hours later and we really do need to get to sleep, "Good night Sebastian, sweet dreams."

"Night Grenouille, I'll see you tomorrow after work," he murmurs and we hang up.

Cuddling my sheets I'm just drifting off when I realise he's called me a frog, in French.

Offended I go to phone him back and bitch him out when I remember that I told him I'm a frog, still a little hurt I sulk when my phone buzzes and I have a message, "Is your lily pad big enough for 2?"

"Yes," I message him back.

A few seconds later I get, "Move over you're hogging all the greenery." Followed by another one, "Nice view, I can see why you like it."

Giggling at his humour I message him, "Really? I was too busy looking at you… 3"

"Smooth Hummel, very smooth xxx, now go to sleep xxx." And I almost disobey him but it is late and I really do have work in the morning.

Closing my eyes I hold onto the phone in case he texts me again.

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