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Chapter 16
"Honestly, it isn't funny," Rachel grumbled shooting Sebastian disapproving looks as the boy lounged on Kurt's bed letting out the odd chuckle. "Your behaviour is quite rude and disrespectful and Kurt is currently suffering the consequences of a lecture and its all because of you."
"You really do talk too much," Sebastian retorted. "Just lighten up. Maybe if you pull the pole out of your ass you'll be able to see the humour of the situation. Seriously, the look on the old man's face was hysterical. I wish I could have taken a picture and uploaded it to facebook."
"Mr. Hummel was really mad," Rachel said. "And he doesn't need any stress in his life. He's recently been hospitalised due to a bad heart. If you stress him out to the extent that he has to be readmitted to hospital then Kurt will never forgive you."
"Wow," Sebastian breathed out with a look in his eye that only his best friend Jesse would have recognised as guilt. "I didn't know the old man had a heart condition."
"Kurt didn't tell you?" Rachel asked surprised that Kurt hadn't confided such a thing.
"Our relationship is really about the physical and sexual benefits," Sebastian told her. "I don't do the whole emotional crap. The sensitive stuff is for girls."
"Then your relationship won't last very long at all," Rachel retorted. "Emotions and true intimacy are really important to Kurt. If you can't provide that for him then he'll leave you. And without the emotions and affection the physical element of a relationship is meaningless."
"Blah, blah, blah," Sebastian droned and Rachel scowled at him. "Are you done? I'm starting to get a whiny-girl-in-the-room headache."
"I honestly don't know what Kurt could possibly see in you," Rachel quipped.
"Well I don't know what you see in that tall douche bag with the man boobs," Sebastian remarked. "But more importantly I just don't care."
"Why do you get so defensive when people ask about your family?" Rachel dared to ask, abruptly changing the conversation and causing Sebastian to glare at her before storming out of Kurt's room and heading downstairs.
"I thought I asked you to give us some time alone," Burt said when Sebastian entered the living-room.
"Surely you've lectured him enough by now," Sebastian replied.
"Sebastian, please," Kurt said begging him with his eyes to try and behave well.
"Sorry, I'm being rude again," Sebastian acknowledged. "I'll grant you some privacy now. Please continue with your discussion," he said moving to the front door.
"Seb, where are you going?" Kurt asked.
"For a walk," Sebastian answered before sweeping out of the door.
"That kids trouble, Kurt," Burt stated once the door had slammed shut.
"No, he isn't," Kurt defended. "The attitude is all an act, dad. He's a good person underneath it all. It's no different to Puck and Santana. They act the way they do because they're secretly vulnerable and insecure. Sebastian's the same I just… I just don't know what it is he's insecure about. I think it probably has something to do with his family but he refuses to talk about it. Dad, I'm really worried about him."
"I don't know what you want me to do here, Kurt," Burt sighed. "Ok, the kid has problems, I get that. But that doesn't excuse the way he's behaving under my roof. We all struggle with problems, Kurt; it's a part of being human. And I can appreciate that it takes a lot of balls to ask somebody for help, but until your boyfriend can do that there really isn't much you can do for him. That boy needs to grow up, Kurt," Burt said. "And when he does, maybe then I'll like him. But right now that kid is bad news. Just be careful, kiddo. I don't want you getting hurt."
Kurt nodded thoughtfully thinking over all his dad had said.
"I should probably go and find him," Kurt said.
"You do that," Burt nodded. "But be back soon. I'm pretty sure Rachel has organised for the girls to come over and I know they've been dying to see you. Those Glee kids miss you."
"I know, I miss them too," Kurt admitted. "I won't be too long, I promise."
Stopping by the door, Kurt wrapped a scarf around his neck and slipped on his powder blue coat. Snatching up his keys and stowing them carefully into his pocket he exited the house and looked up and down the street wondering which direction Sebastian would have taken. He took out his phone and called his boyfriend's number but received no answer. He quickly typed out a text and opted to walk left as he hit the 'send' button, not really expecting a reply.
Luckily, Kurt had selected the right direction to walk in and it didn't take him long at all to find Sebastian seated upon a park bench as if it were a jewel encrusted throne and he was a mighty king.
"Mind if I join you?" Kurt asked standing before Sebastian with his hands in his pockets.
"Please do," Sebastian replied with an incline of his head.
With a smile, Kurt perched on the edge of the bench beside Sebastian unsure of what to say. As it transpired, it didn't matter that Kurt was at a loss for words for Sebastian wasn't in the mood for any further verbal exchanges. He simply placed one hand at the back of Kurt's neck and guided him into an intensely passionate kiss.
"Sebastian," Kurt breathed out while the other boy took the opportunity to devour his neck, intent on decorating it with a hickey or two. "It isn't sensible for us to do this here. Somebody could see and the people of Lima aren't all that particularly gay friendly."
"I don't care," Sebastian told him before gripping Kurt's waist and pulling him onto his lap, much to Kurt's surprise.
"Sebastian," Kurt tried to argue again but Sebastian placed a finger to his lips to silence him.
"Don't speak," Sebastian instructed. "Don't even think too much. Just kiss me."
After nervously looking around the vicinity and relieved to find it empty, Kurt relaxed enough to enjoy the make-out session. Or at least, he was relaxed enough until he felt Sebastian's hand trying to invade his pants.
"What in Gucci's name do you think you're doing?" Kurt demanded to know as he forced Sebastian's hand away and moved off of his lap.
"Oh come on, Kurt, stop being such a total virgin," Sebastian complained. "I just wanted to have some fun and make you feel good."
"Well not in public and not until I'm ready," Kurt retorted defiantly. "Now come on, let's just go back to the house. My friends are coming over today and I'd like them to meet you."
"And what if I don't want to meet them?" Sebastian asked.
"Then it's tough," Kurt answered.
"So I have no choice but to meet your family and your friends despite not wanting to yet I can't even get a little action from my boyfriend?" Sebastian asked. "That doesn't seem fair."
"You can't compare meeting people to sexual favours," Kurt reasoned.
"I suppose that's probably true in the minds of prudes and virgins," Sebastian nodded. "But my point is I'm doing things I don't want to in order to make you happy but you don't seem to be doing anything for me. It's not like I'm asking you to bend over in the middle of the street or perform oral in front of your dad, Kurt. I just want to touch you and if you're being honest with yourself I think you want me to touch you and you want to touch me too."
"Can we not talk about this now?" Kurt asked with a sigh and just a hint of a pink tinge to his cheeks.
"Fine," Sebastian agreed leaning in and dropping a quick peck to Kurt's lips. "Once again we'll do things your way."
They walked on in silence and Kurt couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.
"Are you mad at me?" Kurt questioned when they came to the front door of the house.
"No," Sebastian responded stroking Kurt's face with the back of his knuckles. "We're good, Kurt and I'll try to play nice." He smiled before getting a proper kiss before they entered the house.
As they made their way into the living-room and found it packed with girls, Sebastian suddenly started to feel nervous and dearly wished that he was back at Dalton amongst a crowd of boys.
"Somebody's wearing too much perfume," Sebastian complained in a whisper to Kurt. "That doesn't disguise the odour of public school smell you know."
"Be nice," Kurt hissed back before turning to the girls with a bright smile as he embraced them all and gushed over their outfit choices and how much he missed them. "Ladies, this is my boyfriend, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Tina, Quinn, Brittany, Santana and of course Mercedes and Rachel."
"Pleasure," Sebastian said with a curt nod to the group feeling slightly overwhelmed by being surrounded by so many boobs and vaginas.
"I gotta give you credit, Hummel," Santana said as she eyed Sebastian up. "The boy ain't half bad. What do you think, Britt?"
"He's a cutey," Brittany decided as she scribbled something down on a notepad with a pink crayon. "Coach Sylvester didn't ask me to take notes of your behaviour," she said and Sebastian simply stared at her in fascination not knowing what to make of the enigma that was Brittany S. Pierce.
"Wait, is Coach Sylvester getting you to obtain information on my boyfriend?" Kurt asked.
"Absolutely not," Brittany tried to lie but with little conviction.
"She's totally trying to find out as much about your new boy-toy as she can," Santana confirmed. "She told us at Cheerio's practice that if he's not good enough for her precious Porcelain then she'll pull a few strings to make Dalton boy disappear."
"She has no business sneaking around and getting people to spy on my boyfriend," Kurt said sounding unimpressed. "It is entirely up to me who I date."
"She just wants to look out for you," Quinn explained. "Despite being insane and horrifyingly cruel Coach Sylvester actually has feelings. And in this situation her behaviour is encouraged by her feelings of guilt. She feels partly responsible for the events that led up to your decision to transfer to Dalton."
"Enough about Coach Sylvester and her inappropriate schemes," Tina interrupted. "Sebastian Smythe, we want to know everything there is to know about you."
"And I request the ultimate challenge," Rachel declared practically bubbling with excitement. "I want you to duet with me."
"I'd rather grow a vagina on my face than sing with you," Sebastian retorted.
"Snap," Santana grinned wickedly. "I kinda like this guy. He's a keeper, Kurt."
"Well done, white boy, you've won Santana over," Mercedes congratulated. "But you've got your work cut out if you want approval from the rest of us."
"Astonishingly enough I don't care for your approval," Sebastian told her.
"Hey, you said you'd try to play nice," Kurt reminded him.
"Yeah, well that got boring. I'd rather just be myself," Sebastian answered.
"Ok, enough," Rachel said taking control of the situation. "You and I will most certainly sing a duet later, Sebastian; I will make sure of that. But right now we are wasting valuable leisure time. So, fellow Glee Clubbers, Kurt, Sebastian, get ready for a day of epic Rachel Berry fun. We're going to the Lima museum!" She called out excitedly only to receive blank expressions from her peers.
"You are such a loser, Berry," Santana quipped. "Come on, we're going bowling. And Sebastian, you get to be on my team, yay," she applauded.
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They arrived at the bowling alley and the girls literally had to hold Kurt down and force him into a pair of the ugly bowling shoes.
"I must insist that you only look at my upper body," Kurt said as he looked to the ceiling of the building with his hands on his hips. "Nobody is to look at me from the ankle down, understood?"
Santana snapped a photo of Kurt wearing the bowling shoes on her phone.
"This is so being uploaded to my facebook page," Santana laughed, taking delight in Kurt's fashion horror. "Ok, teams of four," Santana ordered. "Britts, Kurt and Sebastian are with me and the rest of you suckers are stuck with Berry."
"So its gays against straights," Sebastian pointed out. "This should be fun."
"Careful, you're sounding a little heterophobic," Kurt told him. "Now let's have fun and win this thing."
"Your competitive side is kind of hot," Sebastian commented copping a feel of Kurt's ass before joining Santana as she entered everybody's names as they all took position at their bowling lane.
"Ok, I'm up first," Santana declared selecting herself a shiny red bowling ball. "Watch carefully and observe just how meanly Auntie Tana kicks all of your asses."
Standing at the edge of the lane, she cricked her neck from side to side in preparation before bending down with her sights set on the ten bowling pins. With a fierce spark of determination burning in her eyes, she sent the ball hurtling down the lane and it crashed into the pins knocking seven over and causing one to wobble before ultimately toppling over.
"Woo, go Santana! You're so hot!" Brittany cheered and Santana accepted the praise with a quick blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss before taking her second go and missing both the pins much to Sebastian's amusement.
"What are you laughing at Garbler, we're on the same team," Santana snapped at Sebastian as he laughed at her failure.
"My turn," Rachel announced picking up her pink bowling ball.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on all the tips Finn had ever taught her about bowling. She then took a breath, made a quick prayer to Judy Garland before sending the ball straight down the gutter. This time, Santana laughed along with Sebastian.
Ignoring them, Rachel made a second attempt but received a very similar result failing to knock down any of the pins.
"I suck," she acknowledged miserably as she sat back down.
"Don't worry, it's only a game," Mercedes comforted. "Just have fun."
"If this was a singing competition I would totally be winning by now," Rachel sulked and Quinn and Tina rolled their eyes as Brittany got up to take her first go.
"Strike!" Brittany celebrated as she successfully knocked all the pins down.
Quinn knocked down three pins on her first bowl then managed to knock down another two with her second go. With a good luck pat on the rear from Sebastian, Kurt earned himself a strike with his first go much to Brittany and Santana's delight and Sebastian's shock.
"Impressed?" Kurt asked his boyfriend.
"I'm stunned," Sebastian admitted. "How are you so good at everything?" He asked with just a touch of envy and annoyance to his tone.
"Baby, I was born that way," Kurt replied as Tina stood to knock down one pin and then roll her bowling ball straight down the gutter on her second play. "Your turn," Kurt told Sebastian kissing his jaw. "Impress me," he challenged.
Smirking, Sebastian selected himself a Slytherin green bowling ball and confidently sauntered to the edge of the lane. He fitted his fingers into the holes of the ball, his mind choosing that moment to imagine how his fingers would feel inside Kurt's tight ass, and in one swift motion he sent the ball down the lane. It hurtled halfway down before veering off to the left and rolling the rest of the way down the gutter.
He closed his eyes and bit his lip in embarrassment as a chorus of laughter hit his ears. Turning on his heel he saw that Rachel and Tina were at least attempting to hide their laughter while Mercedes and Quinn were literally on the floor clutching their stomachs as tears rolled down their cheeks. While laughing, Brittany also applauded his efforts. Her entire body wracking with giggles, Santana was spread across the bench with her head in Kurt's lap letting out the occasional snort. Kurt was trying not to laugh but was failing. Despite his laughter, a fondness glowed brilliantly in Kurt's eyes.
"Very impressive," Kurt managed to say with a straight face before bursting into giggles again.
"Oh shut up," Sebastian replied with a slight pout as he grabbed another ball to take his second go.
Not bothering to put his fingers in the holes, Sebastian just launched the ball down the lane and didn't even look to see its progress. He just stalked over to the bench and shoved Santana's feet off so he could sit down.
"Well done, you hit three pins," Brittany told him with a smile before adding 'sucks at bowling' to her notepad for Coach Sylvester.
Still chuckling somewhat, Mercedes got up to take her first go managing to knock down four and cause another two to wobble.
"You're cute when you sulk," Kurt whispered to Sebastian.
"Ha, thanks," Sebastian replied running a hand through his hair and wondering why he was coming over all shy.
By the time the game ended, the most pins Sebastian had managed to knock down was four. Even Rachel played a better game than he had. However, with Santana, Brittany and Kurt constantly playing well and getting plenty of strikes, Sebastian was still victorious down to the skills of his team-mates.
"Wow, your bowling is so bad," Santana told him as she looped her arm through his and guided him out of the bowling alley. "Honestly, you suck like a plug hole draining all the water from a bathtub. It's almost embarrassing to know you. For the love of Kurt's adorable ass virginity I hope you fuck better than you bowl."
"Please, I'm a total sex god," Sebastian bragged and Brittany carefully scribbled that fact into her notes as she walked along behind them. "Fucking is the activity I'm most talented at."
"Ok gay Romeo, open up to your Auntie Tana," Santana encouraged. "How far have you gotten with Lady Hummel?"
"A gentleman never tells," Sebastian replied.
"And no-one will ever mistake you for being a gentleman," Santana retorted. "You're clearly a sex-addicted pervert… that's a compliment."
"Thank you," Sebastian nodded.
"You're welcome," she smiled wickedly. "Now fess up. How far have you gotten with Kurt? Played with each others warblers yet?"
"A lot of making out, a lot of groping," Sebastian told her.
"Boring," Santana sighed in disappointment.
"Never fear, I'll totally tap that ass before next weekend. I guarantee it," Sebastian smirked before disentangling his arm from hers and stalking ahead to catch up with Kurt, his hand moving down to grope his ass.
"You get that?" Santana asked Brittany.
"Every word," the blonde confirmed showing Santana the page in her notebook.
"Good work, now we need to get this information to Coach Sue," Santana said.
"Kurt won't be mad at us for doing this will he?" Brittany asked. "Because I don't want Kurt to be sad. He looks like a broken doll when he's upset and it makes my heart ache."
"It's ok, sweetie, Kurt won't be sad. I promise," Santana assured her.
To Be Continued
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