A/N: Originally after the confrontation with Blaine at Satire (ch 47); the boys come home. Cut because we felt it added too little to the ongoing story. This is the last outake for now… But in case you haven't seen them on Tumblr yet; at the bottom of this chapter, there are two teaser quotes from the upcoming sequel 'Glad You Stayed'!

The door closed behind them as they entered Kurt's quiet apartment, shutting out the rest of the world.

Sebastian walked into the living room and switched on a table lamp, casting the room in a soft amber glow. He looked round at his boyfriend and offered him a small smile.

"What do you want to do?" he asked quietly. "Go straight to bed? Or sit and chill for a bit?" It had been an eventful evening.

Kurt sighed. "I think I'm still too wired up to sleep. Could we just sit for a while? Maybe put some music on?" He nodded at the sofa.

Sebastian nodded and turned to sit down, sinking back into the soft cushions. He waited while Kurt put some quiet music on and then held out his arms as an invitation.

Kurt turned to face Sebastian, and as he saw him sitting there, it felt like a weight dropped off his shoulders. Home. He hurried to his boyfriend, sat down next to him, and put his head on his chest, hugging his arms around him. He settled his eyes on the switched-off tv set out of habit.

Sebastian draped one arm around Kurt, resting lightly on his waist and stretched the other (his bad hand) out on the arm of the sofa, flexing his fingers a little.

He'd washed off Blaine's blood in the sink at the club, but now, under the light of the lamp, he could see that there were a few grazes over his knuckles and they were starting to bruise. I wonder what my face looks like, he thought absentmindedly. He hadn't yet seen himself.

"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked, stroking Kurt's side a little.

"I think so," Kurt said softly. "It helps knowing Terry and the others will not let Blaine in again." He paused. "If it hadn't been for you, he would have hit me."

He couldn't quite wrap his head around what that meant yet. It was hard to reconcile it with the boy he had dated, though he knew Blaine had been prone to aggressive outbursts.

"I was so scared I wouldn't get there on time," Sebastian whispered. "Joe wouldn't let me leave. I saw the way Blaine was looking at you before you went off with him and I just had this...gut wrenching feeling…"

He shook his head. He'd been so scared.

"Not that you can't handle yourself, because I know you can. But it was that glint in his eyes…"

Kurt nodded softly. "I'm sorry I tried to handle it alone. I was afraid...not of him, but of what you might do. I didn't want you to get into trouble. I thought I could get rid of him on my own."

Kurt bit his lip. "I didn't consider how it would make you feel. It happened so fast. I saw him, and I just...panicked, I guess." He lifted himself up so he could look Sebastian in the eyes. "I am really sorry."

Sebastian purses his lips but nodded, lifting his injured hand to run a finger down Kurt's forehead. "I know, but you're not alone Kurt. You don't have to stand up to bullies on your own anymore. You have me. I won't throw the first punch, but I'd never let anyone hurt you."

Kurt swallowed and nodded to show that he understood. His throat felt constricted. For the first time, it became clear to him that this hadn't just happened to him tonight- it had happened to both of them.

Sebastian had been provoked and attacked, pushed to a point where he felt he had no other choice but to physically defend himself (and Kurt). He had broken Blaine's nose, and now he didn't only have to deal with a busted hand, but the emotional backlash of his actions. Still, Kurt knew he would have done the same thing if their roles had been reversed.

"Ditto," he said, smiling a thin-lipped smile. "My fake martial arts skills are completely at your service," he joked.

Sebastian grinned at him but winced at the pain in his jaw. "Don't suppose you have any frozen peas do you? Or ice and a ziplock bag?" He touched the bruise gingerly.

"Oh! Of course!" Kurt let out, sitting up. "I got ice packs, actually. I always have a few in the freezer for sports injuries." He got up and walked to the kitchen. "I should have thought about it sooner."

He took out an ice pack, wrapped it in a clean tea towel, and brought it over. He sat back down and carefully pressed it against the side of Sebastian's face.

"Can I get you anything else?" he asked. "Water, painkillers...?"

Sebastian smiled and leaned into the touch. "This helps," he said. "Though I wouldn't object to a few magic kisses. They have healing powers, you know."

He grinned at Kurt and winked.

Kurt grinned back at him. "They do," he agreed, and kissed him softly, still holding the compress against Sebastian's face.

Maybe, now that it was all out and Blaine knew (and with him, the New Directions, Kurt had no doubts about that), they could finally relax, without the spectre of Kurt's ex hanging over them. Kurt didn't care about their opinions anymore. He wondered what Rachel would say, but only out of curiosity. Mercedes approved, and the others didn't matter.

Sebastian let out little sigh at the contact and felt all the tension leave his body. They were okay, they were home and together and safe. And in love.

He suddenly remembered what he'd overheard at the club; Kurt telling Blaine that he loved him. Kurt hadn't said those words to him yet.

He'd assumed Kurt wasn't ready, or not there. It had only been a couple of months after all. Sebastian should let it go and wait for Kurt to say it in his own time. But now that the idea was there, he couldn't get it out of his head.

"So uh..." he started, breaking away from the kiss a little to look at Kurt. "You told Blaine that you love me..."

"Yeah, I didn't want him to think we just hooked up at the bar-" Kurt started, but the look on Sebastian's face told him this wasn't about Blaine.

"You...didn't think I loved you?" he asked quietly. "Did you think this was just like...'friends with benefits' for me?"

Sebastian smiled and kissed him. "Of course not, I know you care for me," he said quietly. "You've just never said that you love me out loud...so I figured you might not quite be there yet."

He raised his hand to place it over Kurt's holding the ice pack to his face. "It's okay," he said reassuringly.

Kurt considered Sebastian's words carefully. "I'm there," he said finally. "I love you, Bas."

Sebastian felt his heart flutter. "I love you too."

He closed his eyes and pressed further into Kurt's touch, the cold pack soothing on his skin.

"There'll probably be a bit of a fall-out from my friends," Kurt said. "I doubt Blaine will waste an opportunity to paint himself the victim." He bit his lips. "If any of them give you any grief, just block them. I doubt they'll change sides." He couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice, despite knowing he had a new group of friends now.

Sebastian opened his eyes and looked at Kurt sadly. He knew how it felt to have an entire group of people turn their backs on you.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," he said quietly. He knew it wasn't really his fault, nor was it Kurt's. It was their small mindedness and lack of a grasp on reality. Still, he couldn't help but feel responsible.

"I'm not," Kurt said resolutely. "I'd rather have you, and your friends. If they can't be happy for me, I don't need them."

He kissed Sebastian again as if to seal his words.

A/N2:

#1

"I'm borrowing your red socks, okay?" Sebastian was brushing his teeth and just nodded. Kurt blew him a kiss. It hadn't gotten old yet, wearing his boyfriend's clothes. There was something about them that felt like a portable hug. Kurt hummed happily and opened Sebastian's suitcase. The socks were neatly rolled up in a corner. Kurt's fingers brushed the red pair he wanted, then frowned. One pair of socks was larger and lumpier than the rest. Looking over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom, Kurt hesitated. He didn't want to invade Sebastian's privacy. He remembered very well how awful it had felt when Blaine had gone through his phone, and he trusted Sebastian. Still, he was very curious. He softly squeezed the pair of socks, and his eyes widened. There was a small, square lump inside. Like a small jewelry box. Kurt pulled his hand away quickly, grabbed the red socks and closed Sebastian's suitcase. His heart was pounding.

#2

It was all Kurt could do to remember their rules - to always hit the panic button before anything else. He dropped himself flat on the bar, reached behind the counter and flipped the switch. Bright emergency lamps went on over the bar, flooding the hall with light. The music broke off abruptly. From the corner of his eye, Kurt saw security come running from all sides. Joe was also hurrying out from his office. They were too slow.

Glad You Stayed - coming Sunday, August 5th.