Please see chapter one for all warnings etc…

Make My Heart Start Beating

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Laughing at yet another joke Sebastian has whispered into my ear I'm giggling as we peruse the frozen veg section, our hands are touching on the cart's handle and we're walking along side by side, shoulders brushing and hips bumping.

The ache for him is still there but he's distracting me so we can get food before I 'devour' him, his word not mine.

Checking out the special deals we try and estimate the size of his tiny freezer box and what we can shove into it before picking out some mixed veg and moving on. In the tinned section I bitch about everything and read all the labels, we end up compromising on some soup as he said he liked the last batch.

Strolling through the pasta area I learn he's a big fan of Americanised Italian food as long as it's simple, which all the ready-made stuff clearly is. Instead of letting go of the cart to grab the pasta he wants he crowds into me and reaches around me and makes rude noises on my neck with his mouth so we both end up laughing loudly. All around us shoppers stop and stare I try and make him stop but he's unstoppable and unshameable.

Pasta safely stowed in the cart he doesn't put his hand back on the cart, no he slings his arm around me and tucks his thumb in the top of my jeans.

Having made a total spectacle of ourselves we go to the checkouts and unload the cart so the girl can ring our sales up. He's leaning over and murmuring in my ear about the woman five check outs from ours and wondering how the poodle pamper clinic could have been talked into dying her hair for her.

Giggling at him I elbow him softly, "Behave Sebastian," I pretend to be the grown up.

"Or what?" He smirks at me in challenge, but he spoils it when he scrunches up his nose cutely. "I have freckles and I'm not afraid to use them," he says.

Huffing at him I pack away his groceries, "Well I could always forget the dessert after dinner," I mock threaten.

Theatrically he staggers back, "You wouldn't, not dessert, but mon tigre I know how you love dessert…"

"In that case you'll be dessertless and you'll have to live with the knowledge I didn't get dessert either," I stick my nose up, "How could you do that to me Sebastian? Mon Coeur you know I was looking forward to dessert," and he blinks as he realises what I've just called him.

Swiftly moving closer he hugs me and queries, "'My heart'? Really Mr Hummel, in that case I will have to behave and then we can both have dessert and you can tell me again and again how wonderful I am," he lifts my hand up and drops a kiss onto it.

"Oh," the girl on the check out is hugging the pasta, "Oh Mr Hummel," and it's one of the students from Glee.

"Hello Monica," I blush and Sebastian goes on a charm offensive as the poor girl blushes and flutters her eyes at him. He pays for the groceries and we walk out, well we try, I'm hampered by him sticking himself to my side, again.

Reaching the car I make him take the cart back as I put the bags in the car and then I hop in as he comes back so we can go to his.

"I just realised," he frowns, "We didn't pick anything up for dessert," his face falls and then brightens, "Don't worry honey I'll think of something."

"Um, I already brought supplies with me," I point in the back.

"What? All of them?" He's shocked, "Sorry to break the news Kurt but I'm not a teenager anymore and I need more rest, plus even as a teenager that much would have killed me."

"No, not all of it," I clarify, "Just a few select pieces, on the oft chance you would be interested."

Pulling out of the parking lot I catch a glimpse of his face, "Honey I'm nearly always interested, and if it's you, change it to always interested."

Rolling my eyes at him I drive him to his and we bicker over the radio channel and songs the whole way. Then we continue bickering as we walk up his stairs and into his tiny apartment. We keep going as I boil the pasta and cook a very simple meal and only stop so we can eat the food.

The only real place we can eat is on his bed and he's laughing at me, "Seriously every single album?"

"Yes Sebastian I have every single Lady Gaga album, I know all the words and I have a routine for each of them too, if you're nice I might do some of them for you, or…" I pause, " I could do my Single Ladies dance for you," I have kept in dance trim, I live on my own in a very big house and sometimes you have to bust a move, making sure I can do the hip wiggles after all this time takes effort I am happy to put in.

"Wait that was a Beyonce hit not a Gaga one," he frowns and scoops more pasta up.

"Oh I know, believe me I know," I smirk at him, "It's also the same dance I got the McKinley Titans to dance to, on the football field, in front of a home crowd, before Coach Beiste joined and made them Champions. I scored the winning goal kick thingy and got carried off the field on burly jock shoulders and I was made to go to a jock party to celebrate their one and only win that year."

Choking on his food he stares at me, "You were a jock?"

"And a cheerleader," I tell him helpfully just as he takes another mouthful of food. Laughing at his reaction I tease him, "I still have the uniforms somewhere, oh and they made me join the synchronised swim team for a dance number," I shudder in horror, "I got splashed on my face with chlorinated water and it got in my hair and it ruined my skin, and all so Mr Schue to could propose to Miss Pillsbury."

"Huh?" And I have to explain the thing to him which takes us past finishing up our food. We lounge on his bed, "Wait you all got in the pool even the wheel chair kid?" I describe Artie's epic dive, "You're all crazy," he mutters.

"Hey that's your tiger of a boyfriend you're insulting," I prod him in the side and he sniggers, sticking my tongue out at him I take the bowls out and start washing them up, he doesn't have much crockery or cutlery and every little helps, especially for the morning when I am going to demand breakfast in bed from him.

Warm arms wrap around me and he nuzzles my neck, "Ready for dessert?" His breath is hot in my ear and I shudder gripping the flimsy sink waiting for him to start on me.

"Yes," I whimper, the hunger for him from earlier reappearing, "Please Sebastian I'd love dessert now."

Hands squeeze my hips and teeth nibble my ear, "Good because I expect a long and lengthy dessert from you tonight. Are you finished being domesticated in here?"

Empting the sink I leave everything to air dry and let him tug me into the bedroom. His mouth finds mine and I lean into him as his hands slide down my back and squeeze my ass firmly. Whining slightly I buck into that firm sexy body of his and he deepens the kiss.

Breaking the kiss for a few seconds he bites my lip, "Kurt, babe, I can't wait, I need you too much," and we start shedding clothes, I amuse him when I fold mine up and I tsk over him just dumping his on the floor.

Naked and eager I kiss him again and he has to manoeuvre us to the bed and then down onto it. In my last relationship we took turns topping but from what I've heard about Sebastian and from our last encounter I assume he prefers to top, I was drunk the first time so I could have dreamed me topping him.

Briefly we stop so he can snag the lube and I wiggle onto my back spreading my legs for him, just the memory of those long wonderful fingers has me moaning in anticipation.

Kissing me his tongue licks my lips and I let him in wrapping my tongue around his even as I wrap my arms around him, and he makes no move to start prepping me.

I'm not sure how to ask him to do that so I kiss him and then wrap my legs around him, our cocks rub together and we both cry out at the same time, and then he pushes me down to the bed, his green eyes searching mine and then he asks, "Will you top me?"

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