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Make My Heart Start Beating

26

Having rushed home to shower I have no idea of my plans but tell dad I'll be out tonight as the gang want to hook up and wander down memory lane, Blaine's promised to bring his eye patch.

Spotting their plans I'm going to bow out and sneak off with my boyfriend to have a nice dinner at his, not that he knows it yet. And I pack a few other supplies just in case.

"Be safe kiddo," Dad says and I nod, of course I'll be safe, I've only ever broken the speed limit once and Sebastian's apartment isn't in that bad a place. "Make sure you suit up," and yes dad must need a break so I frown at him and then he looks really uncomfortable, "you know," he waves his hand and suddenly I do know.

"Dad!" I hiss, "We're eating dinner together."

"Yeah, and I used to be young once too buddy, plus I did date Carole for a while," I don't want to hear him and put my fingers in my ears.

When I'm sure he's stopped I awkwardly pat his arm, "You don't have to worry, if that thing happens I promise I've thought ahead and I'm not only being careful but I've made sure I have stuff for it."

"Good. So we don't have to have this conversation again?" He asks blushing as much as I am.

"No, we really never need to have this conversation again," I reassure him and then bolt for the front door.

"Kurt," Finn blocks my escape route, "You ready for today?" He grins.

Feeling really bad I tell him, "I'm so sorry Finn but I have plans with Sebastian," his face falls, "But how about you and I do something together, just us, I miss not having you here, and when you are here so is everyone else," And its all true.

"Awesome, have fun," he waves me off.

Driving to the Lima Bean I do feel like a very mean brother and then I'm all but skipping up to the counter where my boyfriend is being as much of a tease and a flirt to any female with a pulse as he was yesterday.

It's me next and I smirk at him, "Mon Tigre," he leans over the counter and crooks a finger so I lean too and he kisses me. Not bothering to ask me my order he taps it in and refuses to let me pay, "I got my pay cheque," he winks and I graciously accept.

Sauntering down the counter I grab my coffee and he's ordered one for himself. His just reads, 'Sebastian', mine reads 'mon bel homme', and my French is rusty from lack of use but I'm fairly certain he just called me his beautiful man.

Sipping my coffee I wait for him and he doesn't take long. Holding out his coffee I'm startled when he ignores it to pull me into a hug and he kisses me again, still as soft and gentle.

I'm really not used to PDA and I've never given in to it except with my girls, this is Lima, I don't need a bigger target painted on my back, but Sebastian doesn't seem to care and now he takes his coffee.

Slinging an arm around my waist he keeps me close and smirks down at me, "Bonjour," he murmurs.

"I thought you didn't like French?" I'm a bit confused, so far he's called me a frog, his tiger and his beautiful man in the language he got so grumpy at me about.

"Our little conversation last night, it made me think and I realised that just because I hate my mom doesn't mean I have to hate French, it's a perfectly good language and no one else here speaks it so I can whisper things to you as much as I want and they'll never know what I'm saying," that naughty mischievous gleam is in his eyes again.

"Oh," not ready to touch the giant can of worms that Sebastian's family appears to be I latch onto, "So you think I'm beautiful?" It might be a bit too feminine but I like it anyway.

"You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life," he tells me and my heart starts beating quickly, "I used to think that made you a girl," my heart plummets, "I used to think men had to be more like me, like Blaine, like Dave. But you," his hand tightens on me, "You are so very fucking beautiful you can't be for real, and you're so very masculine I want to strip you naked and never let you wear clothes again, I want to see every plane on your body, that curve of your ass, to worship you until you never leave me."

"Oh," I blink and try to work out if that's a compliment, creepy, or an insult.

The smirk falls back into place and he taunts me, "But if it was you answering about me I'm going with just one word, 'freckle'."

"Not true," I dodge and then give him a smirk of my own, "It wouldn't just be freckles, it would be cheekbones, green eyes, the way you scrunch your nose," he scrunches it and I laugh, "your collar bones, your hands, your mouth being far too kissable…" I break off and nibble my lip.

"All those things? Hmm I think you like me Kurt Hummel…" He drawls it.

"Of course I like you Sebastian, I wouldn't have asked you out otherwise. Now what are you doing this evening?" I ask him.

"I thought we were going out with your friends?" He was paying attention to our late night conversation last night, "Wasn't the plan to settle down and chill out, to catch up and reminisce or something?"

"Yes," I tighten my hand on his t-shirt, "I was thinking more, you, me, your apartment, my cooking skills, and it leading up to dinner for two?"

"Done," he doesn't even hesitate. "But I have to go spend my pay cheque on food before we do, and my kitchen isn't up to the standard you're used to."

Shrugging it off I boast, "With my skills Sebastian the kitchen doesn't have to be up to standard, I'm a culinary genius, I promise to keep it simple and you'll love every single bite."

Bending slightly he whispers in my ear, "I'll hold you to that and I fully intend to have my dessert again."

Swallowing I tremble and press against his body as the lust he invokes streaks through me, "Yes, you can have dessert, I want you to have dessert," I whimper back.

He pulls back slightly and that heat is back in his eyes, "Not here mon bel homme, shopping, food, and then dessert, all night I'll feast on you."

Almost dragging me from the Lima Bean he has to slow down when my legs won't work properly and he holds my hand so gently.

Loading his bike into my car, he's careful not to get mud in my boot, and I drive us at a sensible law abiding speed to get food.

Hopping out I lock up and we grab a cart, he's determined to stay close to me and welds himself to my side. Under normal circumstances it's distracting but thinking about him and 'dessert' I can't function, his body rubs against mine, his scent is invading my senses.

"Stop, please Sebastian, I need a little room," he backs off, "Thank you, I'm never going to make it around the shop otherwise," I have to jiggle my jeans a tiny bit. Groaning I look at him, "I may have changed my mind, we should order take out and I can just take you home and not make a spectacle of myself by groping you in public."

I hadn't realised his body was so tense until he relaxes and a gentler smirk rests on his lips, "Poor Tigre, your prey so near, so close and you can't pounce and have your fill of me. Soon," he teases me and we go into the shop side by side, but with a few inches of space.

"Sebastian," I whine, he laughs and I join in.

Blatantly sensual, that's a new thing in a boyfriend too, he oozes sensuality and confidence, to the point where I pretend to examine some vegetables just so I can ogle his ass.

Being Sebastian he catches me at it and then proceeds to walk in front of me exaggerating that wonderful ass-et of his and he even contrives to bend over in the slowest bend I've ever seen in my life, I give him a breathy laugh that morphs into a giggle at that.

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

All languages other than English are from Google Translate as my grip on all languages (including English) is not the best, so any errors are Google's I wash my hands of it completely. (But if you have better translations please let me know and I'll reload chapters with the corrections – thanks).