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Lyrics in italics
Songs included are:
'I knew you were trouble' by Taylor Swift
'Rescue me' by Aretha Franklin
'You're so vain' by Carly Simon
'I want you back' by The Jackson 5
Chapter 22
That week, meal times were accompanied by a dark cloud of awkwardness hanging overhead. At breakfast, lunch and dinner Sebastian deliberately found an empty table and sat alone. Then despite how strongly he glared, Jesse and Blaine would sit with him, inviting Kurt to join them. Conversation was strained and Sebastian merely offered the occasional indistinct grunt as a form of response to anything said directly to him. He just stabbed at his food, glared at Blaine, kicked Jesse in the shins under the table and ignored Kurt as best as he could.
In class, Jesse and Blaine had taken to sitting beside one another leaving Kurt free to sit next to Sebastian. Kurt tried to make conversation but Sebastian never participated. He simply took notes and tried to pretend that it didn't turn him on every time Kurt brushed his arm or leg.
On the Thursday afternoon, a Glee rehearsal was arranged. Initially, Sebastian planned not to attend. He even went as far as to stubbornly sit alone in his room with a scowl on his face. He was then dragged to the choir room by Wes who ranted about Warbler pride, preparation and competition all while waving his gavel around with his free hand.
Upon entering the choir room, Sebastian soon discovered that Kurt had yet to arrive. Not that he always looked for the boys face whenever he entered a room of course. Selecting a seat beside Trent, Sebastian sat quietly with his back slightly hunched, arms folded and eyes on the floor.
"You look awful," Trent told him honestly offering him a look of sympathy.
"Thanks," Sebastian retorted sarcastically.
"I'm worried about you," Trent said. "We all are."
"I'm not," Nick voiced from the next couch over.
"Nick," Jeff reprimanded whacking him in the chest before moving to sit on Sebastian's other side. "You're really starting to freak us out, Seb. You haven't been flirting and you haven't insulted anyone. You haven't even shown off your dick in the locker rooms."
"He's just shy now that he knows Kurt's is bigger," Nick laughed.
"Fuck you, Nicholas, everybody knows your dicks so small it might as well be a clit," Sebastian spat at him.
"You see gentlemen, there's the Sebastian Smythe we all love to hate," Nick replied just as Jesse and Blaine entered with Kurt.
Remaining in his seat, Sebastian glowered at anyone who dared to make eye-contact with him while Kurt made his way around the room greeting all of the Warblers. He shared far too many lingering hugs and kisses on the cheek for Sebastian's liking. He especially disapproved of how Thad's hand wandered dangerously close to Kurt's ass. Finally, Kurt sat down on Blaine's lap with one arm looped around the shorter boy's neck while Jesse sat on the floor by their feet and threw his best smirk to Sebastian.
"Fuck you," Sebastian mouthed knowing that Jesse must have encouraged Kurt's behaviour.
"Love you," Jesse mouthed back with a kiss to the air in Sebastian's general direction.
"Fellow Warblers, may I have your attention please?" Wes asked before handing things over to David who read the minutes taken from their last meeting.
"You know, Kurt and Blaine would actually make a really cute couple," Jeff whispered to Sebastian who glared daggers at him and let out a slight growl.
"Warbler Sebastian, is there something you'd like to share with your Warbler brothers?" Wes enquired.
"Other than the fact I think you're all annoying and pathetic? No, not really," Sebastian remarked.
"At least he's sounding a bit more like his old self," Blaine said, speaking the words into Kurt's ear as he tangled their fingers together so they were holding hands.
"You know what, Anderson, if you keep touching my boyfriend like that I will seriously have to punch you in the face," Sebastian hissed and as everyone stared at him it dawned on him precisely what he had said. "I mean… public displays of affection are inappropriate and I'm more than happy to be single so that I can fool around with whoever I want rather than fake lovey-dovey emotions like some girl."
"Smooth cover-up, bro," Nick said sarcastically offering a thumbs-up sign.
"Bas, baby, I believe you just claimed that Kurt here was your boyfriend," Jesse pointed out with a grin. "Would anyone care to share their thoughts on this matter?"
"Silence!" Wes ordered when the boys all began to make their opinions heard. He cast a look to Sebastian and could tell the boy was incredibly close to bolting from the room. "We are Warblers and we are here to rehearse, not discuss our private lives. Kurt, please kindly remove yourself from Blaine's lap. Now, David, hand out the lyric sheets and we'll begin work on this new number. Jesse, Sebastian, you two gentlemen are on lead vocals."
Finally, the Warbler rehearsal ended and Sebastian had never been more relieved. He enjoyed being on the Warblers and he loved performing but the entire Kurt situation was really stressing him out. After everybody else had left, Sebastian remained behind with Wes.
"Thank you, Wesley," Sebastian nodded showing that he had realised how the other boy had stepped in and prevented things from becoming even more uncomfortable.
"You're welcome," Wes replied. "You know I won't stand for gossip and scandal and such interrupting my rehearsal time."
Sebastian loitered by the piano randomly playing a few notes.
"There's nothing but friendship between Kurt and Blaine," Wes said. "You do know that right?"
"I know, I know," Sebastian nodded. "This is all Jesse. He's encouraging them to be flirty with one another in an obvious attempt to make me jealous. Luckily it isn't working."
"No, not at all," Wes responded not bothering to keep the disbelief out of his tone.
"In fact Anderson and Hummel should date. I wouldn't care," Sebastian insisted. "They'd be perfect together. They're both hopeless romantics and they're so innocent. They'd be adorable with Hummel's gay-little-gay-face and Anderson's puppy-dog playfulness. Anderson's just a perfect short little Prince Charming. Why shouldn't he sweep Princess Hummel off his feet?"
"First of all, their names are Blaine and Kurt," Wes pointed out. "Blaine's one of your best friends and he's a great friend to have. Don't ruin it. And you've messed things up with Kurt once before, don't do it again now that he's willing to give you a second chance. You need to stop sulking, Sebastian. And stop punishing yourself about the bet. It was selfish and a serious lack of judgement on your part, but it was a mistake and its over. Kurt has forgiven you. Now you just need to forgive yourself. Kurt doesn't want Blaine and he doesn't want a Prince Charming. He wants you." He squeezed Sebastian's shoulder and gave him a warm smile before heading to the door.
"Wes," Sebastian called and the older boy paused. Sebastian took a few steps closer and quickly pressed a kiss to Wes's cheek. "Thank you."
"Sure, anytime," Wes nodded before walking out, discreetly wiping away the kiss as he did so.
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Arriving at his dorm room, Sebastian found Kurt waiting for him right outside it just as he had every night that week. And every night that week Kurt had asked to come in and talk but Sebastian had always refused him. Tonight however, he permitted Kurt entry and he sat awkwardly at his desk while Kurt sat on the edge of his bed hugging a pillow to his chest.
The seconds dragged on and minutes turned in to hours before Kurt returned to his own dorm at curfew. In all the time Kurt had spent in Sebastian's room, neither boy had spoken a single word.
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The following morning, Sebastian was rudely awakened by Jesse tipping a glass of cold water over his face. He flailed on the bed like a fish before diving at Jesse, tackling him to the floor and smashing a fist into the boy's chest.
"Urgh!" Jesse whimpered unattractively as the wind was knocked out of him.
"Asshole," Sebastian hissed shaking the water droplets from his face as he stood up, aiming a light kick to the other boy's stomach.
"Ouch!" Jesse exclaimed overdramatically as he moved to his feet rubbing his aching chest.
"Oh a real man wouldn't have felt that," Sebastian sneered and Jesse scowled back at him.
"So what did you and the China Doll get up to last night while you were alone in here?" Jesse asked as he started to juggle with two pens and a paperweight he picked up off of Sebastian's desk, his sore chest seemingly forgotten already.
"He sat on my bed hugging a pillow and I sat at my desk waiting for him to leave," Sebastian answered frowning slightly as he watched his friend juggle. "And do me a favour, old friend, stop encouraging him to wait outside my room every night."
"The pillow Kurt was hugging," Jesse asked ignoring everything else Sebastian had said as he tossed the objects in the air and caught them again. "Was it the same one you were hugging a minute ago?" Rather than answer, Sebastian opted to glare. "Do you know you suck your thumb when you're sleeping?" Jesse pestered him missing a pen. "I have to admit I found it oddly adorable."
"And I find you highly annoying," Sebastian retorted as he watched Jesse fail to catch the paperweight that consequently smashed on the floor.
"Yet you still love me," Jesse grinned twirling the remaining pen between the fingers of his right hand as though he hadn't smashed one of his friend's possessions. "Now, come on," Jesse said setting the pen back on the desk and stepping up behind Sebastian to snake his arms around his middle. "Use the bathroom facilities, get dressed and then join me for breakfast."
"Clean that up," Sebastian ordered pointing to what used to be a paperweight. "And put some dry sheets on my bed," he added.
"No," Jesse responded swiftly with a quick kiss to Sebastian's forehead before darting out of the room where he met Kurt and Blaine a little way down the corridor. "He'll be joining us soon."
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked. "The diva-off is in three hours and if Sebastian doesn't show then Santana might go all Lima Heights on us to compensate for not being able to have a vocal duel with him."
"Lima Heights?" Blaine repeated in confusion.
"Yes, Lima Heights," Kurt confirmed. "All you need to know is that it is scary and dangerous."
"Just like your fashion sense," Jesse quipped.
"Take that back," Kurt and Blaine demanded together as the two bow-tie wearing boys glared up at Jesse.
"Relax, relax," Jesse soothed as he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Your outfits are impeccable as always. So… breakfast?"
"Aren't we waiting for Sebastian?" Kurt asked fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve.
"Don't worry, he will come," Blaine assured him slinging an arm over Kurt's shoulder, an action that proved rather uncomfortable given their height difference. "So, feeling confident about your upcoming performance to melt the icicle that is Sebastian's heart?"
"I know I can sing the song," Kurt said. "But honestly, are you sure the choreography isn't going to make me look ridiculous?"
"The choreography is sexy, Kurt," Blaine told him. "You're sexy. Believe it, know it and own it."
"But maybe for the performance you should lose the bow-tie," Jesse advised with a cautious tone. "As sophisticated as the bow-tie is it just isn't orgasm-worthy. Personally I still think you should dress like a total whore."
"I am not dressing like a… whore," Kurt whispered the final word as though he were embarrassed just thinking about the idea.
"Agreed," Blaine nodded. "But as much as I love a bow-tie I think Jesse's right. You should lose the bow-tie for your performance to Sebastian later."
"Fine," Kurt caved in already working on loosening the accessory around his neck.
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Location: Random stretch of open space halfway between Lima and Westerville.
"Ok, where the hell are they?" Santana asked impatiently drumming her fingernails on the bonnet of the car. "I wants to get my song on and I wants to get it on now or I'm gonna go all Lima Heights Adjacent on your sorry lopsided asses."
"Just wait, they'll be here," Mercedes replied from where she sat on a rock typing out a text while Rachel stood a little away from them exercising her voice.
"Me, me, me, me, me, me," Rachel practiced getting her voice lower and higher. "La, la, la, la, la, la, la…"
"Berry, shut the hell up before I scratch your face off!" Santana threatened. "You're giving Auntie Tana a migraine."
"I need to practice," Rachel insisted. "You two should be practicing too. This is a serious diva-off, we can't just wing it. We need to be prepared. The boys we're up against are our competition. We simply have to win or we'll never be able to show our faces in the world of Show Choir again."
"Girl, calm down," Mercedes told her. "This is supposed to be fun."
"Fun is not the same as victory, Mercedes," Rachel lectured her. "And I am up against Jesse St James who happens to be incredibly talented. There are forums dedicated to him all across show choir related websites. He's already a legend. I have to win this. Beating him will look really good on my NYADA application."
"Oh please, like anyone at NYADA will even know who he is," Santana scoffed.
"Hey, I think that's them," Mercedes said before Rachel could make a retort that would have probably unleashed Snix.
A number of different cars pulled up and one by one teenage boys emerged from the vehicles, a smiling Kurt quickly hurrying over to embrace Mercedes.
"Wow, Lady Hummel, if I'd know the entire gay community of Ohio was coming I'd have baked a cake," Santana remarked as The Warblers grouped together.
"It's good to see you too," Kurt replied with a touch of sarcasm. "Great outfit," he told her genuinely after giving her the once-over.
For a few seconds, the Latina's entire demeanour transformed as a sweet smile appeared on her face as she invited Kurt in for hug.
"Hey, Rachel," Kurt greeted stepping up to hug her. "Are you currently dating my giant of a step-brother or just stalking him now? Ever since leaving McKinley I've really struggled to keep up with your on-off relationship."
"Unfortunately we are no longer an item," Rachel answered sadly as she tucked her hair behind her ears then folded her arms across her chest. "But I still care for him deeply and in addition to fierce rehearsals for this diva-off I have also been working on a song to perform for Finn in order to win him back."
"Oh yuck," Santana commented snidely. "Remind to kill myself before I have to sit through that," she added to Mercedes who hit her on the arm playfully in response.
"Ladies, gentleman," Wes called for their attention. "Are we ready to proceed?"
"Oh, um, sorry," Kurt apologised smoothing out his hair. "This is Rachel, Mercedes and Santana," Kurt introduced each of the girls in turn. "And girls, this is Wes, David, Trent…"
"Yeah, yeah, I don't care," Santana interrupted. "Let's get to the singing so we girls can kick some Warbler ass already. Sebastian, how about you and I start things off? If you think you can handle it that is?"
Sebastian had been lurking in the background with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the ground. However, when Santana challenged him, he straightened up and strutted towards the designated performing area with a smirk falling into place on his lips.
"Bring it on Sha-queer-a," Sebastian goaded.
"Oh it is on," Santana replied confidently as she circled him, the eye-contact between the two incredibly intense.
"Get ready with the pre-selected music," Wes instructed to Thad. "The sing-off will begin on the count of three," he informed Sebastian and Santana who were still staring one another down. "One… two… three."
"Once upon a time," Santana sang already injecting her undeniable sexiness into the song. "A few mistakes ago, I was in your sights, you got me alone. You found me, you found me, you found me-e-e-e."
"And I guess you didn't care," Sebastian took over with an interesting grittiness to his voice. "And I guess I liked that, and when I fell hard…" Santana knocked him over with a wicked grin and a quirk of her eyebrow. "You took a step back," Sebastian quickly returned to his feet with an almost murderous look that literally made Santana take a safe step away from him. "Without me, without me, without me-e-e-e."
"And he's long gone," Santana sang sexily ruffling up her hair.
"When he's next to me," Sebastian slipped off his jacket and tossed it to Jesse but it was Kurt who caught it.
"And I realise," they sang together. "The blame is on me." There was a split-second pause in which Sebastian's eyes darted towards Kurt before his focus was back on his sing-off with Santana.
"'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in," they sang in unison while Santana threw out some elaborate dance moves that Sebastian couldn't hope to mimic. "So shame on me now, flew me to places I'd never been, 'til you put me down, oh. I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now, flew me to places I'd never been, now I'm lying on the cold hard ground."
In one seamless move, Sebastian was on his knees with his back to the ground and his torso to the sky. Santana was on her hands and knees whipping her hair around as she punched the ground with her fists in time to the music.
"Oh!" Sebastian repositioned himself on his hands and knees.
"Oh!" Santana knelt up running her hands across her torso before returning to her hands and knees.
"Trouble, trouble, trouble," Sebastian and Santana sang together as they crawled towards one another.
"Oh!" Santana jumped to her feet.
"Oh!" Sebastian followed suit.
"Trouble, trouble, trouble!" They half-sang, half-shouted together.
The two held one another's dangerous gaze even after their spectators had finished applauding.
"I was better," Santana decided for herself triumphantly.
"Not even close, Duchess," Sebastian sneered.
"I was better," Santana insisted looking ready to smack him.
"Gentlemen," Wes called, "ladies," he added with an incline of his head to Rachel and Mercedes. "Please cast an honest vote on who you think won the first sing-off. Stand on the left for Sebastian and the right for Santana."
Everybody moved around and Wes quickly counted up.
"A close call," Wes commented. "Only three votes in it. But Santana is the winner."
"Oh yeah, that's right, gay boy," Santana jeered. "I totally owned your ass."
"You voted for her?" Sebastian shot at Blaine accusingly.
"I'm sorry, but she was a better dancer," Blaine said meekly.
"We voted for you, Bas," Jesse pointed out indicating himself and Kurt.
"Whatever," Sebastian muttered feeling sullen over his defeat.
"Next up, Blaine Warbler and New Directions' Mercedes," Wes called and the two offered one another a friendly smile as they moved to the performance area.
A triumphant Santana perched on the hood of the car filing her nails while Sebastian sulkily hoisted himself on to the hood of his own car. Approaching somewhat tentatively, Kurt joined Sebastian and carefully positioned himself beside him.
"I thought you were really good," Kurt told him.
"Kurt, I just lost to your queen bitch dyke friend," Sebastian huffed sounding both annoyed and embarrassed. "What are you smiling at?" He asked noticing how Kurt's lips had formed into a smile.
"You called me Kurt," he pointed out, his entire being practically glowing. "Ordinarily I don't like to be too overdramatic, but it feels like an eternity since you called me by my name."
"Don't get all mushy," Sebastian warned him turning his attention to Blaine and Mercedes as Wes prepared them for their diva-off.
Kurt continued to smile a little bit dreamily as he too turned his focus to the next vocal duel.
"Rescue me," Mercedes cried out waving her diva finger effectively. "Oh take me in your arms. Rescue me. I want your tender charms, 'coz I'm lonely and I'm blue. I need you and your love too. Come on and rescue me."
"Come on baby and rescue me," Mercedes and Blaine sang together, both of them belting out the words. "Come on baby and rescue me. 'Coz I need you, by my side, can't you see that I'm lonely, rescue me."
"Com on and take my heart," Blaine sang powerfully getting his male-diva on. "Take your love and conquer every part. 'Coz I'm lonely and I'm blue. I need you and your love too. Come on and rescue me."
"Come on baby and rescue me," they sang together, both of them grinning from ear to ear and injecting fun into the performance whereas Sebastian and Santana had enforced great intensity. "Can't you see that I'm lonely? Rescue me!" They finished together on a high note before laughing together and embracing one another fondly.
"Dude, you're amazing," Mercedes complimented.
"Wow, Mercedes, you were sensational," Blaine told her sincerely. "Honestly, you blew me away."
"Fantastic job," Wes commented looking as though he wanted to have Mercedes join The Warblers. "Now it's time for the hard part. Gentlemen, ladies, please cast your votes. Move to the left for Mercedes and move to the right for Blaine," he instructed.
Moving off of the car, Sebastian made a point of voting for Mercedes as Blaine had voted against him previously. Kurt also voted for Mercedes while Jesse voted for Blaine.
"And the winner is…" Wes said quickly counting up. "Blaine Anderson," he stated proudly. "Congratulations."
"Good job, Blaine," Mercedes told him offering a congratulatory hug.
"Next up, Jesse and Rachel," Wes announced and the two moved to the designated performance area to face one another.
"This should be explosive," Kurt whispered once again sitting beside Sebastian on the hood of the car. "It really doesn't matter who wins. Which ever one of them loses is going to throw a full-blown tantrum."
"I really don't need a running commentary, Hummel," Sebastian retorted.
"Oh, back to 'Hummel' now," Kurt said disappointedly as he drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them.
"Don't do that," Sebastian complained.
"Do what?" Kurt asked self-consciously.
"Just don't do anything that makes me feel…" Sebastian trailed off leaving the word 'guilty' unsaid.
"Sorry," Kurt said quietly and for a second he considered leaving Sebastian and sitting alongside Mercedes and Blaine. However, he straightened his legs back out and decided to stay by the other boy's side. Taking a deep breath, he dared to reach his hand out and rest it atop of Sebastian's. As he expected, Sebastian shoved his hand away so he placed it on Sebastian's thigh instead. He could feel Sebastian tense up but he didn't force his hand away.
"You walked in to the party," Rachel began. "Like you were walking onto a yacht. Your hat strategically dipped below one eye, your scarf is was apricot. You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte. And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, they'd be your partner and…"
"You're so vain," Jesse took over the vocals and Kurt furrowed his brow as a certain look started to shine in Rachel's eye. "You probably think this song is about you, you're so vain. I'll bet you think this song is about you, don't you? Don't you?"
Kurt looked to Mercedes and Santana and they showed the same concerned look he did.
"You had me several years ago," Jesse continued to sing as Rachel's facial expressions began to morph into something familiarly psychotic. "When I was still quite naïve,"
"Well you said that we made such a pretty pair," Rachel sang getting dangerously close to Jesse.
"Oh no," Kurt muttered moving his hand off of Sebastian's thigh and proceeding to watch the remainder of the performance through his fingers held over his eyes.
"You're so vain," Rachel and Jesse sang together. "You probably think this song is about you, you're so vain. I'll bet you think this song is about you, don't you? Don't you? Don't you?"
"What the hell is going on?" Sebastian asked Kurt. "She looks crazy."
"You're so vain!" They finished singing and polite applause ran around the group before Rachel threw herself at Jesse awkwardly smashing their mouths together.
"I can't look," Kurt groaned while Sebastian instantly roared with laughter.
"Whoa, whoa," Jesse cried forcing Rachel off of him and backing up. "Don't touch the hair."
"I like your lips," Rachel sighed breathily. "We have such amazing musical chemistry. Our babies would be phenomenal."
"Hey, Berry, down girl," Santana called out. "The boy is gay so back off before you cause further embarrassment to yourself. And remember Frankenteen, the guy you're actually in love with."
"It never feels like that when I sing with Finn," Rachel said still staring at Jesse dreamily as Santana and Mercedes forced her away. "He's super cute."
"Hmm, another great performance," Wes said somewhat awkwardly as Sebastian continued to laugh at Jesse.
"Ha, you got tongued by a girl," Sebastian mocked.
"Clearly she recognises true talent, great hair and good looks," Jesse responded.
"Ok, ladies, gentlemen, cast your votes now," Wes instructed and after some scurrying about and a quick count up he announced it as a tie. "Congratulations, you both win. Now, Sebastian Smythe, sit down and enjoy the wonder that is Kurt Hummel."
Swiftly moving into the performance area, the Warblers formed themselves around Kurt with him staged in the middle. Sebastian and the girls looked on as the Warblers started to create their own music and Kurt prepared himself to sing lead vocals and perform the sexy choreography.
"When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around," Kurt sang and Mercedes and Santana started clapping along while Rachel continued to gaze at Jesse while he danced behind Kurt. "Those pretty faces always make you stand out in the crowd. But someone picked you from the bunch; one glance was all it took. Now it's much too late for me to take a second look."
Sebastian looked on wondering if it was really so necessary for Kurt, Jesse and Blaine to grind up against one another like that.
"Oh baby, give me one more chance," Kurt continued to sing.
"To show you that I love you," The Warblers sang.
"Won't you please let me back in your heart? Oh darling, I was blind to let you go," Kurt began thrusting his hips and Sebastian had to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning.
"Oh damn," Mercedes commented watching her fellow fashionista truly get his sexy on.
"Holy crap," Santana exclaimed shocked and impressed by the provocative moves Kurt was pulling off.
"I want you back!" Kurt finished.
"Ok," Santana said leaning slinging an arm over Sebastian's shoulders and speaking directly into his ear. "If you won't sleep with him I totally will."
"You're an appalling lesbian," Sebastian told her.
"And if you're not willing to tap Lady Hummel's ass you may as well be straight and go play with some girl's clitoris," Santana responded and Sebastian looked repulsed at the mere idea of being sexual with a girl.
"So, what did you think?" Kurt asked Sebastian nervously standing before him with his hands on hips.
"That's what he thinks," Santana declared yanking Sebastian's jacket away from where he'd deliberately placed it over his lap to conceal his arousal. "Hot moves, Hummel, really hot."
"Excellent performance everybody," Wes praised. "Now let's get back to Dalton."
Mercedes made her goodbyes to Kurt while Rachel tried to slip her number into Jesse's back pocket. Soon enough the girls were in the car together driving back to Lima and The Warblers had all grouped together into different cars and began the journey back to Westerville. Kurt had deliberately stayed where he was so that he was left in Sebastian's company.
"I didn't bring my car," Kurt pointed out. "Jesse drove me out here but he's already left."
"Right," Sebastian nodded realising he had no choice but to take Kurt back with him. "Do you wanna ride me?" He asked and Kurt's eyebrows shot up. "I mean, with me," he stressed. "Do you wanna ride with me?"
"I'd like that," Kurt replied shyly, a striking contrast to the confident sexy display he had performed only a few minutes previously. "We're going to get back together you know?" He said conversationally as Sebastian drove them back to Westerville.
Sebastian opted not to say anything. He simply kept his eyes on the road. However, when Kurt placed his hand on top of his on the gear-stick he didn't pull away. Instead, he threaded their fingers together and allowed the smile to creep onto his face.
To Be Continued
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