If I could reach through the screen and thank each and every one of you, I would. Your support means the world to me. Thank you for letting me vent. I had some questions about Sebastian entering the story… I won't give anything away. Read on my wonderful, fabulous readers!

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Last time on Unlock My Heart:

Kurt smiled… Flirting felt good. Harmless, but good. Now that he knew who his Soulmate was, he had no reason to fear getting to know people. He had no reason to slip on the gloves and pretend he was a germaphobe just to keep himself safe. Now he was free to befriend or talk to whomever he wanted to.

His phone beeped and he grinned as he looked down. His grin died as he read the text.

From Blaine: Thinking of you and hoping you are doing well. Please text any time, if you want.

Shit, did this mean he was cheating? Blaine technically was his Soulmate, but at the moment, Kurt was not in an actual relationship with him. So where did that leave him morally? Kurt shrugged. Screw it. He was having fun, just harmless fun. He typed out a quick text before turning his phone off and getting ready for bed.

To Blaine: I am fine.

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To Kurt: I woke up thinking about blushing cheeks and blue eyes. Wanna know what I did about it?

Kurt gasped reading the text the next morning. This guy really was out there! He was alone, but he still blushed, his face on fire. He knew how he had awoken that morning. Now he knew Sebastian had had the same problem.

To Sebastian: I don't know if I do.

Waiting for Sebastian to reply, Kurt selected his outfit for the day. Knowing he would see the other boy moved him to be more selective than usual. Black skinny jeans paired with a blue and lavender button up with the sleeves rolled up. The shirt brought out his eyes and complimented his skin tone. He sat at his vanity to do his hair, styling it into a fashionable mess, like he did when he and the Glee club had sung Lady Gaga.

To Kurt: Well, I'll tell you this much. My shower was much more enjoyable than usual. See you soon?

Shaking his head, Kurt grinned. This guy certainly kept him on his toes. And kept a steady blush on his face.

To Sebastian: I'm happy for you? And yes, I'll see you soon. :)

To Kurt: Excellent. Later, Angel.

To Sebastian: Angel? My name is Kurt, did you forget already.

Kurt couldn't help the grin that pulled on his face at the sweet pet name. His dad called him Bud or Kid. Coach Sylvester called him Porcelain. Santana called him Lady Hummel. The bullies called him Fancy or Gay Face. Angel? Definitely an improvement. He could handle it.

To Kurt: I haven't forgotten ANYthing. And your name is Angel, especially with a face and body like yours. ;) Later.

Kurt was sure he would swoon at any second. He had never felt like this before. This boy was sweeping him off his feet. Checking the clock, he saw he still had a couple hours. He decided to get his laundry done while he waited. Otherwise he would sit there and count the seconds. Standing up, he got a head rush and felt like the room was swimming around him. Not again, he thought. Not today! He had known this was coming, the weakness from not being around his Soulmate. It would get exponentially worse by tomorrow. He hoped he could get through the day. He knew his Dad was willing to lend his Mark so Kurt could Join and gain some strength. But it was awkward. It was his Dad for crying out loud. If he could make it through without Joining, it would be better. But given the choice of holding hands with his Dad for an hour or so, or calling Blaine and admitting he was weak and needed him… Dad would be the much better choice. Standing still with his eyes closed, he breathed deeply until his head stopped spinning. He would eat something rich in protein to help strengthen him. Then he would see Sebastian. After that, he would talk to his Dad. He shivered at the thought. It wouldn't work as well as it had with Blaine because of the Soulmate thing. Joining with Blaine had been… pleasurable. Restful. Right. He refused to give thought to what it would be like with someone else.

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When Kurt had purchased his coffee, he turned and saw Sebastian was already at the table they'd sat at last time. The other boy smiled warmly at him. Kurt grinned back, pleased to see that Sebastian had taken his advice. He was wearing a dark, emerald button up under a gray blazer. His eyes were almost glowing they were so bright.

"Hi Sebastian," Kurt said softly. He sat down and took a deep breath, trying to rally his strength. The weakness was coming on much quicker than it had last time. He had no idea why, but he tried to ignore it as he met Sebastian's eyes.

"Angel. How are you?" Sebastian asked. Kurt looked wonderful today. The color of his shirt brought out his startlingly gorgeous blue green eyes. There was even a hint of gray in them today. Glasz eyes, he thought. As he gazed at the other boy, he realized something was off. Sebastian's Dom instincts were yelling at him. He wondered why.

"I'm alright. How are you?" Kurt replied, taking a drink of coffee and enjoying the warmth it sent through his surprisingly cold system. It was a warm day, but the weakness made him have a lower body temperature. He'd even added a light gray scarf to his ensemble to help ward off the chills.

"I'm wondering why you are lying to me," Sebastian said lightly, cocking his head to the side as he took a swallow of his drink.

Kurt stared at him. "What do you mean? I'm not lying."

Sebastian sat forward. "Angel, I may not know you very well, but I can tell you're not alright. Something is wrong. You can tell me, you know."

Kurt blushed, his face heating as he stared down at his hands. Glancing at his wrist, he felt safe, a black leather band covered his sub Mark. "You're a Dom, aren't you?" he finally asked.

Sebastian pulled back his sleeve and revealed the skeleton key that marked him as a Dominant. "Guilty as charged. "Why is your Mark covered, Angel?"

Kurt twisted his wrist, looking at the leather band. "I don't like being treated as less of a person just because some Mark says I'm a sub."

Sebastian looked at him, contemplating some decision. "May I see your bracelet?" he asked quietly, a small blush appearing on his tan cheeks, as he held out his hand.

Kurt's heart sank. Sebastian's intentions were written all over his face. He wanted to touch and see if they were Soulmates. Kurt put his hand in Sebastian's, unable to help noticing how warm and strong his hand felt.

A distinct look of disappointment shadowed his face when nothing happened. "It's a lovely bracelet, Angel," he said softly, releasing Kurt's hand.

"Thank you. I, uh, have a Soulmate," he admitted in a low tone. He hoped the admission wouldn't send Sebastian away.

Sebastian looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "If you have a Soulmate, then why are you sitting here with me? Not that I mind, but I have to admit I'm curious."

"My Soulmate and I don't exactly see eye to eye," Kurt told him. "We tried living together and he, well, he did some things that I couldn't live with. So I came back home to my dad's house."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Angel face. Though, I have to say, your misfortune has turned into my fortunate pleasure of meeting you," Sebastian said with a wink, trying to lighten the conversation. "How long has it been since you were near him?"

"A week and a few days, I guess. I am feeling a bit off," Kurt said, sipping his coffee.

"What are you going to do about it?" Sebastian asked gently.

Kurt sighed and blushed a bright cherry red. "Hold my dad's hand for an hour or two? I guess. I mean, that is my only option at this point."

Sebastian made a face. "Awkward!"

Kurt snorted. "Tell me about it. But I'm not exactly going to call Bl-, him. That is the last thing I want to do."

Sebastian leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist. "Can I ask what happened?"

"My Soulmate appears to believe in the caveman version of how to treat a sub. I actually thought that was the way things had to be. But some friends opened my eyes and then he, um, well, we fought and I had to leave," Kurt said, his face going pale again.

"Angel, tell me what he did," Sebastian said sternly.

Kurt heard the slight Dom tone in his voice, but it wasn't a real order. Sebastian definitely wanted him to answer, however. Kurt didn't see a problem with it. He would just keep it to the basics.

"He kept giving me Dom orders when they weren't needed. When he got drunk one night, he threatened to give me a Dom order to kiss him. It freaked me out. If he was willing to do that for a kiss, what else was he capable of. The day I left, he ordered me to kneel and left me there until he left to go out. I packed my stuff and was gone before he got back," Kurt finished.

Sebastian wanted to bash this guy's face in. "I'm a bit stunned, Angel. I'm sorry that happened to you. I have an idea, if you are open to it," he offered.

Kurt cocked his head to the side, running his fingers through his hair. Sebastian smiled at the motion. This angel was as adorable as he was ethereally gorgeous.

"What is the idea?" Kurt asked.

"I would like to take you dancing tonight, Angel. Nothing excessive, as you aren't feeling well. But I think a night off would be called for, seeing as you've had a stressful time lately," he said.

Dancing. That sounded like more fun than Kurt had had in ages. "Absolutely!" Kurt exclaimed. "That sounds perfect, actually."

"Excellent. I'll pick you up at eight?" Sebastian confirmed.

"Sounds good to me," Kurt said, a pleased smile on his face. This boy was so sweet and so damn gorgeous it almost hurt to look at him.

They stayed for another two hours, sharing high school experiences, likes and dislikes of music, movies, and books. Sebastian told him about private school and living in Paris for a year. Kurt told him about football and cheerleading. The other boy's eyes had lit up when he'd mentioned being on the Cheerios. He asked Kurt if he still had the uniform and was visibly sad when Kurt admitted that he'd had to return the uniform.

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"Dad, can I talk to you for a minute" Kurt asked that night. Sebastian was due in fifteen minutes or so and he knew he had to tell his dad what was going on.

"Sure thing, Bud, what's up?" Burt replied, turning the TV off.

"Um, well, I'm going out tonight with a friend and I just wanted to let you know," Kurt said hesitantly. He had no idea how his dad would react to him basically going on a date.

"Who is the friend?" his dad wanted to know.

"His name is Sebastian. We met at the Lima Bean. We just want to hang out and dance at this underage club," he lied. He couldn't tell his dad that Sebastian was getting him into a gay bar.

"Sebastian, huh? Is this a date? Because you know, Blaine is still your Dom and Soulmate," Burt said.

Kurt shook his head. "He knows about Blaine, Dad. We're just friends."

Burt looked at him for a minute, contemplating his answer. He trusted his son, so he went with that. "Alright, sounds good. Be home by midnight," he said.

"Thanks Dad," Kurt said with a smile.

"Hey, are you feeling alright? You're looking a little under the weather," Burt mentioned.

"I'm alright. I might be getting a cold," Kurt lied. He didn't want his dad to worry.

Burt knew his son was lying. He was getting weak, like he had the last time he was separated from Blaine. But he wouldn't bring anything up until Kurt did.

"Okay, well take a vitamin or something," Burt said.

"Thanks Dad," Kurt said, leaning over and giving his dad a warm hug.

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"Are you sure we can get in here?" Kurt asked as he and Sebastian pulled up to Scandals, the local gay club.

"Trust me, Angel, I've been here a ton of times," Sebastian assured him.

Kurt had no need to worry. As soon as the bouncer saw Sebastian, he unhooked the red rope and let them through with a smile. Walking into the club was an eye opening experience for Kurt. The man who took their money told them it was drag queen night. Kurt loved seeing all the diverse people in the club, drag queens and all. He pointed out Cher, Madonna, even a Hillary Clinton look alike. Sebastian grinned and took his hand.

"Do you want a drink?" Sebastian offered as they approached the bar.

"No thanks. I don't think I could handle it right now," Kurt said.

"Good choice," Sebastian said. "A shot of Jack please," he told the bartender. He paid and downed the shot before taking Kurt's hand and heading to the dance floor.

They found an empty corner and faced each other as they moved to the pounding beat. Kurt giggled when Sebastian took his hand and twirled him around and around. He fell into the other boy's arms, laughing and breathless. His laughter died down as he stared into Sebastian's eyes, their bodies now pressed together. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Kurt's slim waist, while Kurt's arms circled Sebastian's neck. They began swaying together, staring into each other's eyes. Kurt felt the heat grow between them as they danced to song after song, never leaving each other's arms. At one point, Sebastian grabbed his arms and dipped him down and to the side, their hips joined together. The falling sensation mixed with rubbing against Sebastian's body set Kurt on fire. They returned to their previous position, both panting and neither pointing out that they were both hard against each other.

Kurt began to weaken, dancing slower and slower. "Sebastian, I think I might need to go home," he finally said. "I'm not feeling too well."

"Angel," Sebastian murmured. He tilted Kurt's chin up with his finger. "I can help you, if you will let me," he said, his green eyes intense.

"Help?" Kurt said weakly.

"Let me Join with you. It'll be better than doing it with your dad and much less awkward," Sebastian offered.

Kurt agreed it would be less awkward. But it was still a personal thing. Could he handle Joining with this boy? Being close to him, drawing strength from him?

"Okay," Kurt whispered, drowning in the deep green eyes locked on his.

Sebastian kept him moving to the beat, but led them to the back of the club. They stopped when Kurt was against the wall. Kurt felt fingers pulling at his bracelet and then felt it slide into his back pocket. He gasped at the feeling of Sebastian's hand on his ass. He liked it too much and was grateful that he was feeling poorly and his body wasn't up to being aroused.

"Try to relax, Angel," Sebastian murmured. He leaned against Kurt, their hands joining.

Kurt sighed as Sebastian's body pushed against him. He could feel Sebastian's Mark joining with his, strength flowing through his arm and into his body. It was an intense feeling, Kurt felt calmer, quieter than he'd felt in weeks. He was surrounded by strength and comfort.

Sebastian was in heaven, wrapped around an angel. He couldn't believe the feelings coursing through his system. He wanted to claim this boy, to call him his own. The sensation of his soft body pressed to Sebastian's stronger body turned him on and brought out his protective instincts all at once. Although, at the same time, he could feel that something was off. He didn't belong here. It felt good, but it wasn't him who was supposed to be doing this. He looked down and saw the blissed-out look on Kurt's face, his head falling to the side to reveal his neck, a submissive gesture indicating trust. Sebastian leaned in and sniffed at Kurt's neck, wanting to moan at the delicious smell of vanilla and cinnamon and boy. He kept quiet though, wanting to maintain a safe environment for Kurt to grow stronger. Curiosity made him look over at the hand he was holding, their marks joined. Slowly turning Kurt's hand over, he looked for the name there, squinting in the low light of the club. It took him a moment to adjust his eyes, but finally he was able to see the name written in white on the black band around the angel's wrist. Blaine Anderson. His heart began pounding and his stomach sank. Dear god, he thought. Why did it have to be him? He was shocked to feel the slight burn in his eyes as he felt the disappointment flood through him. Of all the people in the world…

Kurt smiled as he felt Sebastian lightly kiss his neck and pull him impossibly closer.

They remained like that, Kurt feeling stronger and Sebastian feeling like his heart was breaking. He had no idea how this angel had stolen his heart so quickly, but he had. He was determined to enjoy the feeling of Kurt in his arms as long as he could. It would be the last time he held him, it had to be. A half hour later, Kurt felt like he had been recharged. He felt strong and full of vitality.

"Thank you, Sebastian," he said, standing up straight. "I know you didn't have to do that and I really appreciate it that you did."

"Anything for you, Angel," Sebastian said. "Are you feeling more yourself?"

Kurt nodded. "I feel wonderful, actually," he said with a blush.

"How wonderful?" Sebastian teased, winking at him.

Kurt lightly slapped him on the chest. "Wonderful enough to dance with your arrogant ass," he said with a laugh.

"I guess I can live with that," Sebastian said, leading Kurt back into the dancing crowd.

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When Sebastian pulled up to Kurt's house, they sat there for a moment.

"I had a great time," Kurt said, looking at him. He smiled. "I really appreciate what you did, I'm beyond relieved that I don't have to ask my dad," he laughed.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine that would be the most fun thing to do," Sebastian said. "I'm not your Soulmate, Angel, but can I kiss you goodnight?"

Kurt nodded. "I would like that," he said with a light blush.

Sebastian leaned in and brushed his lips lightly across Kurt's. Kurt gave a small gasp at the heat between them. Sebastian cupped his hands around Kurt's face and drew him closer. Their lips met and moved gently against each other. Sebastian slotted his lips to Kurt's, sucking lightly on his bottom lip before giving it a tiny nip. Kurt jumped and let out the sweetest moan making Sebastian's already tight pants pinch him even more.

When Sebastian's tongue ventured into Kurt's mouth, Kurt met it with his own. The moment their tongues met, Kurt felt a painful spark. Thinking it was nothing, he continued with the kiss. Another pain rushed through him, sharp and deep.

Kurt pulled away, looking at Sebastian. "I, uh, I need to go. My dad is waiting up."

"Okay, Angel. Thanks for a good time," Sebastian said with a cocky grin.

"Thank you, Sebastian. Text me when you get home safe?" Kurt asked, smiling back.

"Sure thing," Sebastian said. He waited there as Kurt walked up to his house and waved before walking inside.

When Sebastian pulled into the parking lot at Dalton, he turned his car off and sat there, contemplating the events of the night. The angel was taken. By Blaine Anderson of all people. His stomach burned with barely reigned rage. He didn't want to hurt the angel. But what he wanted was overshadowed by what he needed to do.

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That was a nice size chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! In the next chapter we'll be delving into why Blaine is the way he is. Someone guessed correctly in a review! Will Kurt admit to what happened with Sebastian? We'll see! Please leave a review and let me know what you think!