A/N - Here is a long chapter for you - it goes through the wedding. No new warnings for this chapter - all the same stuff from before. I hope you enjoy it. I greatly appreciate all the follows and favorites. Please do take a moment to review and let me know what you think of this chapter.
Sebastian cedes control to Kurt as soon as he walks through the door and hears Carole call out, "Kurt, is that you? I can use your help." Kurt hesitates for a moment, glancing around the room as if he's not sure where he is. "Kurt?" Carole asks, poking her head into the hallway.
Kurt snaps out of his daze and follows Carole into the kitchen. Sebastian doesn't want to have to pretend to be Kurt in front of his family and it gives him some time to think about Blaine. He wants to make sure that Blaine continues to work hard for Kurt's trust and forgiveness. And of course, by "work hard", Sebastian means "perform an impressive array of sexual favors". Blaine seemed so blissfully happy that Kurt would touch or kiss him, but he seemed even more focused on whether Kurt would ever trust him enough to take him back as a boyfriend. Hmmm, thinks Sebastian. I can dangle the possibility in front of him, then yank it back. I need to draw it out and see what he's willing to do to make it happen.
Just as Sebastian starts paying attention again, Kurt finishes tossing the salad and sets it on the table with a flourish. Finn and Burt amble into the kitchen and everything is chaotic for a few minutes as everyone dances around each other filling their plates from the pots and pans on the stove. Most of the meal is chaotic as well, with all four of them asking each other questions and only giving each other a few moments to respond before cutting in with another question or a completely different topic. Sebastian is amazed that four people can carry on at least two if not three conversations at the same time. It is a bit hard to follow, but Sebastian picks out a few snippets. Kurt questions both Burt and Carole about whether Burt is following his diet to fight cancer – yes, he's doing great. Carole prompts Finn to fill Kurt in on the details of Glee club, which he is apparently was running while Mr. Schue was out of town – Diva week was awesome, Sam and Brittany are together, some of the new kids are pretty good, Finn helped Emma with some wedding planning. Sebastian got distracted at that point because Finn started stammering monosyllabic answers to the next few questions and not meeting anyone's eyes before the conversation moved to Kurt's experiences at school. Apparently Kurt won a singing contest with Rachel and Burt bursts out about how proud he is and how happy he is for Kurt that he is now living in a place where he can shine without fear. Kurt then turns the conversation to Carole with rapid fire questions about her schedule this week at the hospital and they all laugh over a few stories about her wacky co-workers.
Sebastian tells himself he is paying attention so that he won't make any mistakes if he ever needs to be in control in front of Kurt's family, but deep down he enjoys the warm and loving banter. Dinners with his parents tend to consist of stilted, halting conversations, admonishments from his mother about proper table manners, and the loud sound of utensils scraping against the plates.
Carole reaches out from her spot at one end of the table and grabs Kurt's right hand and Finn's left, giving them both a light squeeze. She smiles across the table at Burt and says, "This is just so perfect. I can't believe I have all three of my boys for an entire week!"
Burt laughs. "Yeah, it's great. And if anyone asks, the official story is my advice to Will on a date for the wedding had everything to do with the romance of Valentine's Day and nothing at all to do with the break schedules for Congress and NYADA."
Finn is the first to pull his hand back with a whiny, "Come on, Mom. Don't get all sappy on us."
Carole sticks her tongue out at Finn and turns to Kurt with a smile, still holding his hand. "I'm so glad you decided to come home, sweetie."
"Me too," says Kurt.
"So, what music do you kids have planned?" asks Burt. "You have some good dance numbers planned? You know I plan to shake it with Carole on the dance floor."
"Most of us are doing duets," says Finn. "So there won't be that many performances. It will be – hmmm – I think ten or twelve. I know Rachel is doing at least one solo along with the duet with me. Then Blaine and Kurt have a number, and then – "
"Wait, you're singing with Blaine?" Burt asks, turning to Kurt with laser focus.
"Yes?" says Kurt uncertainly. Sebastian takes over for a moment to say, "Remember, I went to his house to rehearse this afternoon." He turns to Finn and continues, "We're doing 'Just Can't Get Enough' by Depeche Mode."
"Oh, is that an eighties band?" asks Finn.
Sebastian is just beginning to answer when Burt cuts him off. "You just said you were going to rehearse with a friend. You didn't say it was Blaine."
"Is it a problem that it's Blaine?" asks Sebastian haughtily.
"No, Kurt. I like Blaine. You know that. I just…" Burt looks uncertainly around the table, then back at Kurt. "After what he did…and this morning…I'm just worried about you. About both of you."
"What happened this morning?" asks Carole.
"Nothing," says Sebastian loudly. "I mean, Dad and I just talked about some…private stuff," he continues in a quieter voice. "Besides, there is no reason to worry about…my feelings or anything else. Blaine and I are just friends." Sebastian knows full well that Burt isn't worried about feelings as much as he's worried about his son and his cheating ex-boyfriend swapping sexually-transmitted diseases. But he is in full agreement with Kurt that it would be better for everyone if Carole and Finn are kept in the dark on this point. He remembers Finn's discomfort every time Emma is mentioned and decides to deflect some attention back onto him. "That's enough about Blaine. I want to hear more about the wedding. You said you helped Emma with planning it, Finn. What did you and Emma do?"
Finn chokes on a mouthful of soda and then splutters, "Nothing! I mean, just flowers. We talked about flowers and stuff. That's it. Pretty boring you, know."
Everyone looks at Finn silently for a moment before Carole says, "Well, I'm sure you were very helpful. If all else fails, maybe you and Kurt can start a wedding planning business." They all laugh and Sebastian is relieved when everyone gets up and carries their plates into the kitchen.
He cedes control to Kurt again to escape the tedium of doing dishes and is grateful when Kurt dries the last dish and heads toward the stairs. Kurt sees his satchel where Sebastian left it by the front door and crouches down to flip it open and rummage through its contents. He freezes when he sees the condoms, lube and toys.
"Ahem," comes Burt's gruff voice immediately behind him and Kurt jumps up, standing in front of the bag. "Got something in there for me? A present from the Big Apple?"
Kurt just stares at Burt with an expression of horror.
Burt stares at Kurt for a moment, then breaks into guffaws of laughter. "Oh God, Kurt, your face!" Burt's laughs turn to coughs and then he calms down, Kurt still frozen in front of him. "It's okay, buddy. I don't need any presents. Are you heading upstairs?"
"Yes," Kurt says softly, muscles still tense.
"Okay. Good night! I'll see you in the morning." Burt claps him on the back and moves into the living room.
That was fucking hilarious! Sebastian laughs inwardly as Kurt scoops up his satchel and practically runs up the stairs.
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Kurt flings the satchel across his room and it skids to a stop just in front of the closet door. He rummages through the desk, pulling out a notepad and pen. Furiously, he scribbles across the page.
I am so angry I want to scream. But I can't, because then my dad would be in here asking questions I really don't want to answer. And what if he had seen the sex toys? Oh God – I don't know if I can take this anymore. I feel like I'm in a horror movie, but this time there isn't any scary creature hiding around the corner. It's just me. Or part of me. And I can't trust myself. I don't really remember this afternoon – just dad getting out of the car after the clinic and then I'm in the kitchen with Carole…and then Finn says something about me practicing a song with Blaine to sing tomorrow. Is that even true? And if it is, how many conversations has my other self been having with Blaine? What the hell has he said? How can I face Blaine tomorrow not even knowing where he thinks we stand? I hope I haven't given him some idea we're getting back together. I'm not ready for that. I can barely handle being friends. I am still so hurt that he violated my trust. How could he cheat? I thought sex meant something to him – to us. It was special.
But I guess I don't treat sex as something special anymore either. I mean – I do. It's him – that other me – that doesn't seem to care anymore. Oh God. There are condoms in the bag, but they're unopened. What if I – he – had sex with Blaine and didn't use protection? What if I have undetected HIV and passed it on to him, too? I have no control over what he does – how can I stay safe?
Kurt feels blackness at the edge of his vision and a strange heat inside his head. It feels like the very beginning of a dizzy spell – that first warning sign that means it's time to sit down before the body rebels into a faint. The first thing he does is glance at the clock to see how much time he's lost. But it's only been a few minutes since he entered his room and started writing. But he gasps when he glances back down at the page. There are more words – ones he doesn't remember writing. These are in all caps, as if the writer wanted Kurt to be able to distinguish between his previous words and these, which are all in Kurt's own handwriting.
YOU CAN STOP YOUR HISSY FIT. YOU – I – DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH BLAINE. I WAS THERE THIS MORNING AND HEARD THE DOCTOR. NO MORE SEX WITHOUT CONDOMS, I PROMISE. SO WILL YOU STOP WITH THE WHINING NOW? IT'S GIVING ME A HEADACHE.
Kurt reads the message several times. His skin crawls as he realizes this other self is there right now, watching and listening. But when that self is in control, Kurt isn't aware of anything. This hardly seems fair. He is the actual person – the main personality – isn't he? His anger flares and he writes again, hoping to provoke his other self to respond.
How dare you complain about a headache to me? You have done nothing but humiliate me and put me in danger.
Another moment of wooziness, and Kurt sees a response appear. Soon they are writing back and forth rapidly.
THAT'S NOT TRUE. I'M THE ONE WHO GOT YOU TO BOOK THE TRIP TO OHIO WHEN YOU KNOW YOU WANTED TO GO. YOU WERE JUST BEING A PUSSY ABOUT IT. AND I GOT YOU TO TAKE THAT STICK OUT OF YOUR ASS FOR ONCE AND HAVE SOME FUN. AND BECAUSE OF ME, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE BLAINE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL.
Oh right. Because spending the next six months in fear that I have HIV is exactly what I think of as fun. And what the hell do you mean about Blaine?
NOT TELLING. THAT WOULD RUIN THE FUN. BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU, HE REALLY IS A DICK. I CAN'T BELIEVE HE COULDN'T WAIT TWO MORE WEEKS TO SEE YOU INSTEAD OF CHEATING. I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS SO WEAK.
No. I'm not going to let you turn this into being about Blaine. This is about you. No more taking over and doing dangerous things with my body. No more sex. I don't want that!
MAYBE YOU DO, THOUGH. I MEAN, I AM PART OF YOU, AREN'T I? MAYBE I JUST DO WHAT YOU'RE TOO SCARED TO DO.
I will never believe that. It's ridiculous. I would never go bareback with strangers! I would never have sex with strangers in the first place.
LOOK – IF IT WOULD HELP – I CAN FIND OUT ABOUT THOSE GUYS. YOU KNOW, MAKE SURE THEY GET TESTED. SHOW YOU THEY'RE CLEAN. SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT SIX MONTHS TO FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE FINE.
No! You are not using my body to track down those guys. I don't want to ever talk to or see any of those people ever again.
WHO SAYS I NEED TO USE YOUR BODY TO DO IT?
How else would you?
I HAVE MY WAYS. CONNECTIONS.
Oh great. My other personality has delusions of grandeur. I can't believe I'm arguing with myself anyway. I really am crazy. I only want one thing from you.
WHAT'S THAT, SWEETHEART?
I want you gone! I hate you! Just get out of my head!
NO, I CAN'T DO THAT. I'M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN.
I'll find a way to keep you out. You can't just take over whenever you want. I'll fight you. And I'm going to see a psychiatrist. I'll find a way to get rid of you for good.
OOOOOOOH. I'M SO SCARED. NOT. YOU'RE BORING ME. I'M TAKING OVER.
Kurt grips the edge of the desk hard and squeezes every muscle in his body, willing himself to stay, but eventually he feels the wooziness creep in at the edges of his consciousness and panic surges through him for a moment before everything goes black.
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Kurt's resistance is unexpected, which is the reason Sebastian gives himself for why it takes him a few minutes to overpower him and regain control. He'll have to ask Sid about this. He doesn't remember any mention of the host being able to fight back. Sebastian pushes through the resistance and breathes a sigh of relief when he is able to move Kurt's body at will.
He hides their handwritten conversation under some papers in the desk and boots up the computer. It takes about forty-five minutes on Facebook before Sebastian feels he has a good grasp on the names and latest goings on of Kurt's Lima friends. He is in the middle of fielding a rather bewildering chat conversation with Brittany when Finn bursts through the door, then mumbles "Sorry" and closes the door again and knocks.
Amused, Sebastian calls out "Come in." Although he would rather avoid interactions with Kurt's family, there is no way Sebastian is going to cede control back to Kurt and risk another fight to regain it.
Finn opens the door and pokes just his head through. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I know I'm supposed to knock first. I guess I just forgot because I'm not used to you being here anymore and I'm also really focused on something else right now."
"It's okay. Just try to remember to knock next time. You can come all the way in, you know."
Finn grins and steps through the door, closing it behind him. "Wow, you're being much nicer than usual about the door thing."
"I try," says Sebastian. "What's up?"
Finn knits his brow and looks at a spot somewhere above Kurt's head. "I was hoping I could tell you about something. Maybe get some advice."
Sebastian swivels in the chair to face the bed and gestures to Finn to sit down. "Go on," he says.
Finn sits, head hanging down and mumbles, "SoIkindakissedEmmaandIfeelterriblewhatdoIdo?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I kissed Emma – Ms. Pillsbury. I didn't mean to. But now Mr. Schue is back and it's so weird seeing him and I just feel guilty about it all the time. I mean, I'm the best man and how am I supposed to look at both of them tomorrow and let them get married and not say anything?"
Sebastian smirks at him. "Is this why you were acting so weird at the dinner table when we talked about wedding planning? I'm not sure we could build a business around your style of 'helping' – or we could, but maybe we should focus on the bachelorette parties."
"No, I swear, it wasn't like that. I don't even know what happened. One second we're talking about flowers and the next she's panicking about everything. She was shaking and spouting off all this crazy OCD talk and I just kissed her to get her to stop talking. And it worked, but…"
"Oh my God – that's even better," laughs Sebastian. "She freaked out and you thought you could help with your magical, healing tongue!"
Finn stands up, still hanging his head and heads toward the door. "Forget it. I don't know why I thought you could help me. But at least you won't be shocked like everyone else when I speak up when the priest says 'speak now or forever don't' or whatever."
Even though a large part of Sebastian thinks it would make the wedding much more interesting if Finn does throw the whole thing into chaos, he hears himself say, "Don't do that, Finn. Seriously, the best thing you can do is keep your mouth shut."
"Really?"
"Yes. I know a lot of movies have the whole 'stop the wedding because I love the bride' theme, but I don't think that really works in real life."
"Oh. Well, I don't love Emma. I still love Rachel, I think. And Emma definitely doesn't love me. She wants me to keep my mouth shut, too."
"Okay – then I don't really understand why you're so tortured about this. You kissed her, it was a mistake, let it go."
"Yeah, but it's cheating. I made Emma cheat on her husband-to-be and he doesn't even know."
"You think kissing is cheating?" asks Sebastian, incredulous.
"Well, yeah. I mean, Blaine thought you were cheating when you were just texting with that guy."
"Yeah, well Blaine apparently revised his opinion about what is and is not okay behavior when you're in a relationship," says Sebastian dryly.
After a pause, Finn's eyes go wide and he stammers, "Oh – I – I'm sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have brought that up."
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, did she kiss you back?"
"No."
"Then she didn't cheat. It's not cheating. Look, if you don't say anything then they get married and everything's fine."
"Okay," says Finn uncertainly. "Well, thanks. I guess I'll let you get to sleep."
"Goodnight," Sebastian says quietly to Finn's retreating back, and closes the door behind him. I wish people would warn me before they talk about Blaine so I can plug my ears, he thinks as he gets ready for bed. I really don't want to feel outrage on behalf of Kurt of all people. I don't want to empathize with him at all. Although on the upside, it makes it a little easier to play Kurt convincingly to his friends and family.
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Sebastian sneaks down the stairs early in the morning and quietly makes some sandwiches. He heads back to Kurt's room to eat, safely closing the door behind him just as he hears movement from the master bedroom. He is able to avoid Carole, Burt and Finn for the rest of the morning. He realizes that it would raise too many questions to bring Kurt's satchel to the wedding. So he leaves the toys and instead fishes out a few condoms and the small bottle of lube and stashes them in his suit coat pocket. He sees Blaine pull up to the driveway and speeds down the stairs to intercept him before he can knock on the door.
"I'll see you all there," he calls out as he opens the door.
"Aren't you coming with us?" Burt yells. At the same time, Carole calls out "Aren't you going to eat breakfast, Kurt?"
"I ate already and I'm getting a ride with Blaine. See you later!" Sebastian shuts the door before either of them could respond and struts toward Blaine's car with a dazzling smile.
"Good morning," says Blaine as Sebastian opens the door. "You look great."
"You look pretty good yourself," says Sebastian.
"I know you wanted to talk. Do you want to get coffee or something?"
"No, I'd rather talk alone. Just go ahead and drive to the church."
"If you say so," says Blaine, pulling out of Kurt's driveway.
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Sebastian doesn't have to work hard to convince Blaine to move their discussion about trust into the back seat. He just says, "Enough talking about trust. Why don't you show me. Come on back here with me." Within moments, Sebastian has Blaine prone beneath him as they grind and grope and kiss frantically.
Blaine seems happy enough to be kissing Kurt, but Sebastian wants him desperate and begging. He decides to pretend to slow things down a bit by sowing some seeds of doubt.
"What am I doing? I'm sort of dating somebody in New York," Sebastian has Kurt say. Technically this is no longer true, but Blaine doesn't need to know that.
Blaine lifts up his head to chase Kurt's lips and says, "Uhhh, you're not in New York and it's not exclusive, right?" He says something else about Kurt's bow tie and Sebastian's not listening anymore, just clumsily working open the buttons to expose Blaine's neck and diving in for a kiss. It's better if Sebastian doesn't listen to the Blaine too closely. It's too easy to get infuriated with him. After all, how could he bring up that Kurt's relationship isn't exclusive? Doesn't he realize that he's just reminding them both that Blaine was in an exclusive relationship with Kurt and cheated anyway?
Sebastian lifts back up again and says, "Wait, this doesn't mean that we're back together, right?"
Blaine placates, "No, no. That's cool." He holds his hands up in an innocent gesture and says, "I know, I know. It's – this is just bros helping bros."
This is better. Not only is Blaine trying hard to do what he thinks Kurt wants, he has inadvertently hit upon one of Sebastian's secret fantasies. "Ah – I love it when you talk fratty," he says with a growl and pushes Blaine back down kissing him hard. They're grinding against each other now and he can feel Blaine's fingers graze Kurt's bare back as he tugs the dress shirt out of his pants.
Then someone is knocking on the door right next to their heads. Sebastian lifts his torso again and barks, "Tell me that's not Tina again!"
The door opens and it's not Tina, but the black girl. Mercedes, Sebastian remembers from Facebook. She flew in from California and is singing not during the reception, but at the church. In a mock angry voice she says, "Hey, can you two wrap it up? The wedding's about to start and I need my arm gays."
Blaine mumbles "Oh, my God," embarrassed as he stumbles out of the car, holding his suit coat carefully in front of him. Sebastian steps out next, also holding the coat in front of him and looking around, relieved that Carole, Burt and Finn are nowhere in sight. He is certain that they do, indeed, look like prom the morning after. He figures he can slip into the bathroom to fix his clothes once they get in.
As they link arms with Mercedes, she continues, "You do realize how trashy blasphemous this is, right?"
God, Kurt's friends are so damn pushy and judgmental. Sebastian wants to tell her it was trashy for her to interrupt two guys who were about to cum in their pants. But he actually is glad that didn't happen – that would have been a mess. Instead, Sebastian rolls Kurt's eyes and responds, "Oh Mercedes. Everyone hooks up at weddings."
"Mmm-hmm," she responds and Sebastian fills in the unsaid words – usually it's after the reception, not in the church parking lot before the ceremony even starts. Mercedes says something she thinks sounds witty about her outfit and drags them into the church.
Sebastian is able to duck into the bathroom to straighten out his clothes. He spots Burt and Carole in the back, but he joins Rachel near the front. He wants to have a good view. He keeps his eyes glued to Finn, analyzing every movement for a hint that he might confess about the kiss. Other than that, the wait for the wedding to begin is pretty boring. Mercedes does surprise Sebastian by singing in a lovely soprano – no belting in sight. It was strange to hear that voice come out of that woman. Hmmm, kind of like hearing Kurt's voice come out of a man's body. Well, a girly man, so I guess it's not that weird, Sebastian amends.
It doesn't take long before the announcement is made that the wedding is not going to happen. The bride ran away. Wow, that's almost as clichéd as the best man confessing his love for the bride at the altar, thinks Sebastian. Maybe she did have the hots for Finn after all?
Sebastian is grateful that the reception, which is already paid for, will still take place as a party for the would-be wedding guests. He also is grateful that Burt and Carole decide to skip the reception to console Mr. Schue, saying they will make sure he's okay and then head on home. "You kids have fun," Burt says, shooing Kurt and Finn away.
Kurt and Blaine are scheduled to perform just after the lunch plates are cleared. Sebastian has some fun with the dance moves, making sexy faces and caressing himself in the background while Blaine sings.
"All the things you do to me and everything I said. And I just can't get enough. I just can't get enough." Sebastian straddles the microphone stand as they sing.
Most of the crowd is dancing now. "You're like an angel and you give me you love and I just can't seem to get enough."
Sebastian starts to feel an odd tug and almost a pinch, and he misses a step.
"It's getting hotter it's a burning love and I just can't seem to get enough." And then in a blink, Sebastian is in his own body in the Seikly preparation room, screaming in pain as a technician jabs his foot with a needle.
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Kurt feels the familiar wooziness for only a moment and suddenly he is up on stage with Blaine, singing and dancing to an unfamiliar song. Thankfully, his body seems to remember the words and dance moves and he goes along with it. He's a performer after all and no matter what, the show must go on. "I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough."
In the euphoria of the applause, Kurt puts his arm around Blaine and leads him off the stage, grinning. Then Blaine is asking if Kurt wants some punch, and its as if Kurt has suddenly woken from a dream. Blaine doesn't seem surprised at all for Kurt to have an arm around him, but it feels like too much too soon to Kurt. It's too close to the way they acted back when they were still boyfriends. He doesn't think his alter ego would have had much time between the wedding and the performance to leave Blaine with the impression that they are back together. Just to be safe, he says "Yeah, I'll take a cup. But just remember we're not –"
"—dating, we're just here as friends," Blaine finishes the sentence.
Feeling a bit reassured, Kurt heads toward the tables, but is soon distracted by his own hunger. "Ooooh. Baby cupcakes." But before he can reach for one, Tina marches over, hair swinging.
"I don't like the way you treat Blaine. There. I said it. You're here – you're in New York. You're at Vogue dot com – you're at NYADA. Who are you, Kurt?"
Kurt stares, mouth open. Does she really know about me – and him?
Tina's eyes flash as she continues, her voice raised in indignation. "Meanwhile, Blaine is here. Lonely. And yes, he cheated. And we're all human, Kurt. We all deserve to be loved back, Kurt."
Kurt is relieved to realize that this tirade has nothing to do with his possible craziness and everything to do with Tina crushing on Blaine and feeling jealous. He doesn't necessarily want to be hurtful, but he can't help lashing out a bit. After all, crush or not, Tina is supposed to be his friend, too. How could she take his cheating ex-boyfriend's side? He begins, "Okay Tina. I say this with total love, but the moment we all saw coming is finally here." This isn't really true, but it sounds delightfully snarky. And Kurt is angry – mostly at his other personality – but since he can't exactly lash out at him, Tina will have to stand in. "You're a hag. You're hagged out. You're in love with Blaine and it's creepy. Stop."
Tina crosses her arms and lashes right back. "What do you know about love? You just come and go. Who's been here to support him? Me. Who took him to Sadie Hawkins? Me."
Is she actually saying it's my fault Blaine cheated? I've been there for Blaine time and again for almost two years! Kurt is so incredulous that he almost misses the meaning behind Tina's next words. "Who put him in bed when he got sick and rubbed vapor rub on his little muscled chest while he slept?"
She rubbed vapor rub on his chest while he was asleep? Surely Blaine would have mentioned this if he had known about it. "What?! You – huh?" Kurt splutters.
Tina stammers back, "What? No, I didn't mean...This isn't about me, Kurt. I have to go." She spins dramatically and storms off, but Kurt runs after her shouting indignantly, "Did you vapo-rape my ex-boyfriend? Don't walk away from me Tina Cohen Chang!"
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"Ow! What the hell," yells Sebastian, his foot throbbing in pain where the needle pricked him.
Ignoring him, the technician punches the intercom button and says, "It worked. He's back."
"Hey! Is anyone going to actually talk to me?" Sebastian complains in the direction of several technicians who are talking quietly in a corner. He swings his feet over the bed and slides them to the floor, but his muscles are indeed weak and he stumbles when he tries to straighten. The blonde technician is suddenly by his side, steadying him. She leads him to a set of parallel bars to grip and has him walk slowly from one side to the other several times before leading him through increasingly more difficult physical therapy exercises. Any question he asks that is not directly related to physical therapy is answered with "Sid will be here shortly to discuss that with you."
When Sid arrives, Sebastian is in the middle of a set of arm curls on a nautilus machine. Sid stands beside him, allowing him to continue while they talk.
"Sid, what the hell happened? I didn't transition out – I got yanked out. I didn't think you could do that. And why was someone jabbing my foot with a needle? It still hurts like hell."
"Frankly, we didn't know if we could induce your transition, either. But we had to try. It's been more than twenty-four hours and you were not taking our advice to come back for physical therapy. This is for your own well-being."
"It's for my own well-being that one of your techs jabbed a needle in my foot?" Sebastian asks snidely.
"It's better than having your muscles atrophy, isn't it?" asks Sid. Sebastian nods. He really can't disagree. The weakness of his body is frightening and he knows he will be back for more physical therapy on a regular basis now that he better understands the need. "Besides," continues Sid, "we will continue to experiment with gentler ways to get your attention if we need you to come back. Perhaps we can run some controlled experiments right here to find a better way."
"Sure, that sounds good," Sebastian says distractedly. "But not now, okay? I really want to get back as soon as possible. I was right in the middle of something."
"Something or someone?" asks Sid coldly. Sebastian is surprised. He is used to Sid kowtowing to him. He gives Sid a questioning look and he continues. "Look, Sebastian. We found the video. We know that you had unprotected sex – a lot of it – in your host's body. You really need to be more careful – "
"Since when do you care what I do when I'm in Kurt?" huffs Sebastian petulantly. "And not that it's any of your business, but I was with Kurt yesterday morning when he got tested for HIV and I swear I never intended to put him at that kind of risk. I will most definitely use protection from now on, so can we stop with the lectures?"
"Okay, good. That's good to know," says Sid, relieved. "Tell me more about the doctor's visit."
Sebastian relays what he can remember. Sid seems most interested in the discussion Kurt and the doctor had about cancer screenings and the problems with the insurance. "The doctor said they would call if they found an insurance work-around for him?" This is the third time Sid asks some variation of this question and Sebastian again answers in the affirmative.
"Oh – and I almost forgot," says Sebastian hesitantly. "Can you track down the guys who were in the video and make sure they get tested? Kurt's going to have to get tested again in a few months and I know he's anxious about it. I kind of promised him I could get him test results from those guys so he could know a bit sooner. I'm hoping they're all clean."
"Interesting," says Sid. "So now you want to help him. Yes, we can do that. It's actually a good idea. Do you know who any of these guys are?"
"Three of them go to NYADA with Kurt. The rest we picked up at the club."
"Okay. We should be able to track them down. By the way, what exactly do you mean by saying that you promised him. Did you communicate with Kurt in some way?" asks Sid.
"Yes, we wrote to each other on a notepad. I would write to him then give control back to him so he could read what I wrote and respond. It was quite entertaining, in fact," says Sebastian, remembering.
Sid asks lots of questions about the content of the conversation between Sebastian and Kurt. When Sebastian feels that he has relayed as much of the conversation as he can remember, he asks Sid about Kurt fighting the transition. "Is it possible his resistance could increase?" asks Sebastian.
"I'm not sure. Usually you have the element of surprise, though. A host would have no idea when to put efforts into resisting. But when you wrote back and forth, Kurt was expecting another transition. Tell me more about how the fight felt."
After a few more minutes of discussion, Sid apologizes to Sebastian for causing him pain and for pulling him from his adventure. Sebastian is soon strapped back onto the table, technicians preparing his body for prolonged rest while he prepares his mind for the transition back to Kurt.
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Kurt avoids Blaine and grabs a seat at a table with Sam, Brittany, Mike, Mercedes, and Unique. They alternate between swapping stories, dancing, grazing the hors-d'oeuvres, and drinking punch.
Kurt is heading back from the bathroom when Puck waves him over excitedly. "Kurt! I got three of them already!" He is holding three plastic room keys, fanned out in one hand like playing cards.
"O-kay," Kurt says slowly. "And what are you going to do with three room keys? Oh wait, don't tell me. I really don't want to know about your middle-aged conquests."
"No, it's what we talked about before," Puck says with an exaggerated wink.
Not again, thinks Kurt. What on earth did I talk about with Puck, of all people, when I wasn't really me?
"I saw one of Ms. Pillsbury's relatives leaving – or at least it was a redhead, so I assumed, you know," Puck continues. "So I offered twenty bucks for the room key and she agreed. Well, first she got offended because she might have thought I wanted her and the key for twenty bucks."
"And what could have possibly given her that impression," Kurt asks dryly.
Puck continues, his enthusiasm not dampened by Kurt's sarcasm. "But get this! Another guy leaving the wedding saw her give me the key, and he thought I worked for the hotel. So he gave me his key, too and said he's checking out of room 908. And then someone else gave me a key."
Just as Puck finishes speaking, an elderly woman pats him on the shoulder and hands a key to him. "I heard you were the gentleman collecting the keys for the out of town guests who are leaving early. I was supposed to stay here tonight, but I wuld rather head home now. So, I'm checking out of 921." Puck turns to Kurt with a smile and says, "See!"
"Yes, I see. Though I'm still not sure why this is so exciting to you. You're basically being an unpaid hotel employee. What's so great about that?" Kurt asks, bewildered.
"Damn, you sure are loopy. It's like we never even talked yesterday. I'm going to give these to Jake and any of our friends who want to use these rooms to hook up. If I get enough, I might even sell some of these to other people at the wedding who don't have a room but want to hook up. It's a genius plan." Puck stares intently at Kurt and leans forward a bit, sniffing. "Damn, have you already hooked up with someone? I get a little loopy too after I shoot my load. Props to you, man. You work fast. But I have a key if you find someone else for a round two."
Kurt wrinkles his nose in disgust. "God, Puck, that's gross. I'm going back into the reception now. But I do have one little piece of advice. You might want to mark those keys so you remember which one goes to which room."
"Yeah – you're right. I'm going to get a pen from the front desk. But I'll see you later – and one of these is definitely for you." Puck trots off toward the hotel's front desk and Kurt watches for a moment, shaking his head, before joining Mike and Mercedes on the dance floor.
"Where is the happily married couple, anyway," Kurt shouts to Mercedes over the music. Mercedes glares at him and Mike leans in to yell in his ear, "Too soon for jokes, Kurt. Way too soon."
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When Sebastian enters Kurt again, he's on the dance floor with Mercedes and the tall, thin Asian guy – Sebastian can't remember his name at the moment. Blaine is nowhere to be seen.
When the music slows down, Sebastian takes control, happy to have no resistance from Kurt. It really must be the element of surprise, he thinks as he glances around the room. He spots Blaine at a table with Tina, sipping a glass of punch and nodding as she talks animatedly. Tina sees Kurt approach first. She gulps and mumbles an excuse to Blaine before rushing off. Sebastian wonders briefly why Kurt would inspire such fear in Tina. She had seemed unfazed when he saw her Friday afternoon at Blaine's house. Did something happen between Kurt and Tina? What else have I missed? Is this how Kurt feels every time I turn things over to him?
Sebastian squelches this line of thinking and turns his focus fully to Blaine. "Dance with me?" he asks, hand extended.
Blaine's whole face lights up and he nods, jumping up and grasping Kurt's hand. Sebastian leads Blaine out to the dance floor and holds him close while they sway. About halfway through the song, Puck taps Kurt on the shoulder and hands him a key card. "It's 921. Use it wisely."
"What's that for?" asks Blaine.
"It's for us," Sebastian smirks. "Come on – let's ditch everyone and be alone for a while."
He doesn't even wait for the elevator door to close before he's pressed up against Blaine, sucking on his bottom lip and running his tongue across it. Blaine shifts and opens his mouth under Sebastian's probing. By the time the elevator reaches the ninth floor, they're both panting. Sebastian grabs Blaine's tie and leads him by it down the hall, using it to yank him into the room as soon as he gets the door open.
He shoves the door closed with one foot while pushing Blaine in front of him toward the bed, nipping and sucking at his lips. He tumbles forward onto the bed with Blaine below him and growls into his ear, "Finally, I have you all to myself. And I am going to devour you."
"Oh, God, Kurt. That sounds so good," Blaine pants, canting his hips up to rub his already half-hard cock against Kurt's thigh. Sebastian sucks on Blaine's neck just under his ear and drags his lips all the way down his throat. He reaches between their bodies and squeezes Blaine's clothed cock. "Uhhhhh," Blaine moans, writhing in search of more friction.
Sebastian lifts himself onto hands and knees, hovering above Blaine and looks into his eyes. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," whispers Blaine.
"Are you willing to do whatever it takes to get me to trust you?"
"Yes, anything – everything," says Blaine.
Sebastian captures Blaine's lips in a searing kiss and pull's Blaine's jacket open, pushing at it as Blaine twists beneath him in an effort to free his arms from the sleeves. Between a series of shorter kisses, Blaine breaks away and whispers against his lips. "Oh, Kurt. You're kissing me just like you did when we first met – like you just want to explore me all over. Oh God, don't stop. I love it."
Sebastian feels a thrill run through his body at that little acknowledgment, though he wishes he could be doing this with Blaine in his own body instead. He plunges his tongue deeply into Blaine's mouth, tangling with Blaine's tongue for a moment before running the tip against each surface. "Too many clothes," Sebastian whines as he makes quick work of unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. He pushes the shirt off Blaine's shoulders, where it gets stuck against the jacket bunched up at his elbows.
"Let me," says Blaine, sitting up. Sebastian leans back and Blaine shucks off the shirt and jacket in one smooth motion, then loosens and pulls off his tie and t-shirt, flinging them into a pile across the room. Sebastian drinks in the sight of Blaine's broad shoulders and muscular chest. Sebastian has imagined this sight so many times, but this is so much better because now he can touch and rub and feel. He lunges forward and sucks furiously at Blaine's exposed skin, moving his mouth rapidly to taste each nipple and placing open-mouthed kisses down his stomach and back up to his neck.
"Oh God, Kurt, I want to feel your skin on mine," Blaine breathes into Kurt's hair as he pushes the jacket off of his shoulders. Sebastian continues sucking and licking at every spot on Blaine that he can reach, furiously unbuttoning his own shirt as Blaine removes his buckle and unfastens his pants. A second set of clothes joins the pile on the floor and soon they are both naked, Sebastian rubbing his entire body up and down Blaine's as Blaine sighs out a pleased, "Ahhhh, that's better," and alternately rubs and squeezes at Kurt's shoulders, back, thighs and ass.
Kurt's skin is more sensitive than his own and Sebastian feels pleasure radiating from every touch. It's almost too much and he feels the pressure building in Kurt's cock as it moves against Blaine's smooth abdomen. It's too soon and Blaine isn't working hard enough. Sebastian pulls himself out of Blaine's embrace and hovers over him again for a moment. Before he can speak, Blaine looks deep into his eyes and says, "I love you so much. And I want you so bad."
"You love me," echoes Sebastian, wishing for a moment that this is real. That Blaine is saying this to him instead of to Kurt.
"Yes, so much," Blaine repeats, smiling.
"Show me," Sebastian commands, and rolls off of Blaine to lie on his back beside him.
"Okay," says Blaine, turning on his side to face him. Blaine looks down at him smiling, and slowly, worshipfully strokes the side of his face. "You're so beautiful, Kurt. You're so perfect." Blaine runs his hand down Kurt's chest and stomach and Sebastian gasps and shudders beneath him. "You are so hot, Kurt." He runs the tips of his fingers teasingly up and down Kurt's cock and gently massages his balls. "God, Kurt. You're so perfect." Getting up onto his knees he messages Kurt's thighs and calves. Sebastian is moaning and thrashing, caught between the pleasure of each sensation and the blind desire of Kurt's cock aching for relief. Blaine is pressing soft kisses into Kurt's neck and murmuring, "I love your body, Kurt." Blaine begins kissing, sucking and licking his way down Kurt's body, saying "You are so amazing. You feel so good." Sebastian imagines a lover saying these things to him, treating him as though he is precious, as though his very skin is something to be savored.
"Let me make you feel good," whispers Blaine just before he sucks Kurt's cock into his mouth. Sebastian feels sparks going off in his brain at the pleasure overload. Everything is hot, wet and tight as Blaine sucks and bobs and hums. Sebastian groans and thrusts his hips off the bed. Blaine groans his approval and pulls at Kurt's hips, encouraging him to fuck into his mouth. Sebastian thrashes his head, mouth open in pleasure as he thrusts into the wet heat of Blaine's mouth. He lifts his head so he can watch the cock pushing in and out as Blaine's lips stretch around it. He can feel his pleasure reaching a peak and again it's too soon. Sebastian grips Blaine's hair tight against his scalp and yanks him back. Blaine meets his eyes, hovering just over the twitching cock. Sebastian shudders as he feels the warm breath puffing out over the sensitive tip. "Let me make you feel good," Blaine repeats, his eyes pleading.
"Oh, you're gonna make me feel good, that's for sure," says Sebastian grinning. He releases his grip on Blaine's hair and stares intently into his eyes. "But I want more. I want to be inside you."
"Oh God, Kurt, yes. Yes, I want you inside me," Blaine says reverently.
Sebastian sits up and props himself against the headboard with a pillow. "Get yourself ready for me. I want to watch," he commands.
Blaine glances around the room. "Do you have – "
"In my coat pocket," Sebastian gestures toward the pile of clothes on the floor. Blaine rummages through the pockets and finds the small bottle of lube and the condoms.
"You came prepared. I like that," Blaine says, opening the lube and drizzling a generous amount on his fingers. He climbs back onto the bed and positions himself with his back to Kurt and his knees straddling his waist. He lowers himself down, supporting most of his weight with one hand, but resting his head on Kurt's thighs. Kurt's throbbing cock is trapped between their bodies and Sebastian feels delicious friction as Blaine shifts, his ass pointing up toward Kurt's face. Blaine reaches back with his other hand and immediately rubs a lube-covered finger across his fluttering hole. "Ahhhhh," sighs Blaine as he circles his hole a few more times, then slowly and steadily pushes in one finger up to the knuckle. Sebastian rubs his hands up and down Blaine's thighs and stares in wonder as Blaine slowly pulls the finger almost all the way out before plunging it back in and twisting, feeling inside. Blaine gasps and jerks when he hits his prostate and Sebastian feels Kurt's dick grow even thicker as Blaine's chest rubs against it.
"Mmmm – that's a nice view," says Sebastian in a lazy drawl. He pulls Blaine's butt cheeks apart with two hands, watching with fascination as the skin around his hole stretches around the finger as it plunges in and out. Soon Blaine adds a second finger. He shudders and moans, grinding against Kurt's dick as he rubs his prostate again and again. Sebastian's gaze shifts down to Blaine's swinging balls and the underside of his straining cock.
"Talk to me," Sebastian demands. He places a hand on the base of Blaine's back and rubs small circles into his skin. "Tell me how it feels."
Blaine rocks his body back and forth, rubbing Kurt's cock with his chest and fucking himself back and forth on his own fingers. "Oh God, it feels so good. But, it's not enough. I wish – I wish it was your fingers – your cock. I can't wait to feel you inside me. Oh, God, Kurt. I need you. Kurt, please – "
"Don't," barks Sebastian sharply.
"W-what?" pants Blaine, still pushing his ass back onto his fingers and writhing.
"Don't call me Kurt."
Blaine freezes in mid thrust. "Don't call you…why not?"
"Blaine, you disappoint me," Sebastian speaks slowly and deliberately, drawing out each word. "How am I supposed to trust you when you won't trust me."
"I trust you. I just want to know – "
"If you trust me, you'll do what I ask and not ask why."
There is a long pause. Then, in a quiet voice, Blaine says, "Okay. What should I call you?"
"Be creative."
Blaine laughs and pulls his fingers out of his shiny, wet hole. He rolls off Kurt's body and faces him on the bed. Tracing his clean hand up and down Kurt's chest and stomach, he says, "So, Sexy, are you going to fuck me?"
In answer, Sebastian rips open a condom package and rolls the latex carefully over Kurt's throbbing cock. He fishes the bottle of lube out of the sheets and slicks some over the condom. With a growl, Sebastian pulls Blaine on top of him. "Get over here. I want you to ride me."
"Anything you want, Sexy," says Blaine with a smile as he lifts himself up and hovers over Kurt's cock. He grabs the base, holding the hard cock straight up, then slowly lowers himself down, down until his balls slap against Kurt's thighs. "Oh, God. That's so good, Sexy. It's so full."
Sebastian grips Blaine's hips and guides him as he lifts back up and then pushes down again with a delicious, tight drag on Kurt's cock. Blaine continues to babble, "Oh, right there. It's so good, Sexy. God, Sexy, you're so beautiful. You're perfect. Oh, oh, oh, oh God, Sexy – "
Sebastian is ramming up into Blaine with abandon, meeting each downward thrust. He can feel his pleasure building, building, so close to release. He is gripping Blaine's hips hard and pushing and pulling at him, urging him to go faster, chasing that final burst of pleasure. Blaine's wanton moans are driving him closer and closer to that cliff, and his broken phrases are just adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Blaine is calling him sexy, telling him he's beautiful and perfect and wanted and needed and it feels so good.
Blaine starts jerking at his own hard and leaking cock as he bounces up and down, squeezing around Sebastian. "Oh, God. It's so good. I'm so close. Oh God, Kurt," Blaine shouts as his body stills and ropes of cum shoot onto Kurt's chest. Sebastian shudders and cums into the condom with a groan as he feels Blaine's asshole clench and spasm around him. He pushes back into Blaine's body as deep as he can get, shaking and moaning and wrenching every last bit of pleasure he can before he lies back, spent, pulling Blaine down on top of him.
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The afterglow has long gone for Sebastian and Blaine is still clutching at him in a tight hold, murmuring "I love you" into Kurt's skin. Sebastian extricates himself as quickly as he can. Silently, he heads for the bathroom to discard the condom, take a piss, and wash his hands. He scrubs at his body quickly with a washcloth and dries himself off. He brings out another wet washcloth and tosses it to Blaine. Methodically, he steps into his underwear and pants.
He is buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror when Blaine says, "Tell me now that we're not back together."
Sebastian stares at his reflection intently, but he doesn't see any part of himself. Just Kurt. Feeling loved, feeling precious – it is all an illusion. Having Blaine call him "Sexy" helped, but Blaine had slipped back to calling him "Kurt" right before their orgasms and his murmured professions of love are all for Kurt – always for Kurt. Not even looking at Blaine, he shrugs and keeps his voice deliberately cold and distant. "I mean, it was fun. But – "
Blaine seems un-phased by Kurt's lackluster response. Smiling, he brings Kurt's jacket over and helps him put it on. "Don't. I'm not going to let you minimize this, Kurt. It's no accident that we were together on Christmas and again on Valentine's Day. And we're going to be together for many, many more no matter how much you pretend that this doesn't mean anything." He's rubbing Kurt's shoulders now, looking at them in the mirror.
Sebastian pushes aside his longing. He can have Blaine again and again – have him at his beck and call. But right now, Blaine is way too cocky. He needs to take Blaine down a notch. He needs to keep him guessing. He leans in close, as though going for a kiss. He sees Blaine leaning in, looking at him with longing. And he breathes a husky whisper right into Blaine's face, "I'll see you downstairs." He gives him a smoldering look and briskly steps out of the room.
Blaine stands for a moment, staring at the spot that Kurt just occupied. He is about to tell himself it must have all been an elaborate daydream when his phone buzzes to alert him of an incoming text. It's from Kurt. Let's go to a movie tomorrow. I want to see if you still trust me when we're in public.
Blaine smiles wide and says "Okay" to the empty room. He turns from side to side, grinning and stretches up his arms in triumph before throwing himself backwards onto the bed.