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Chapter 30
"Oh my god, you will not believe what I just saw," Rachel announced as she entered Finn's bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
"Um… huh?" Finn asked still focussed on blowing things up on the Xbox.
"Finn, I need you to pay full attention to me right now," Rachel told him.
"Yeah, sure," Finn replied not taking his eyes off the screen.
Groaning slightly Rachel stepped in front of the television and hit the power button on the games console.
"Hey," Finn complained.
"Sebastian's cheating on Kurt," Rachel blurted out.
"What?" Finn asked just staring at her.
"With Jesse," Rachel informed him. "I saw them out in the garden. They declared their love for each other and then they kissed. This is awful. Poor Kurt, poor Blaine."
"Wait… what?" Finn asked.
"Sebastian… Jesse… cheating," Rachel huffed in exasperation.
"But… but…" Finn spluttered. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," Rachel insisted smoothing her skirt out as she sat beside him on the bed. "I saw it with my own eyes. This is awful. Kurt will be heartbroken. What do we do?"
"Sebastian and Jesse?" Finn asked.
"Do you ever listen when I talk?" Rachel asked irritably.
"Sometimes," Finn shrugged honestly. "But mostly I just stare at your boobs."
Rachel slapped him on the shoulder.
"Focus, Finn," Rachel told him desperately. "This is really bad. Sebastian is here, cheating on your step-brother in his own home. That's just sick and cruel. We have to figure out how to approach this situation delicately."
"Should I hit someone?" Finn asked uncertainly.
There was a quick knock on the door before Kurt stepped inside.
"Hey you two, what's going on?" Kurt asked catching the 'deer-caught-in-the-headlights' look on both their faces.
"Nothing," Finn answered while Rachel blurted, "I carried a watermelon," at the same time.
Kurt quirked an eyebrow and looked between the two of them.
"Nothing," Kurt repeated looking to Finn. "I carried a watermelon," he quoted turning an amused gaze to Rachel.
"Look, Kurt," Finn sighed. "Rachel thinks that… ow," he winced as Rachel smashed her heel onto his toe.
"Holy crap, Rachel Berry, if you're pregnant…" Kurt trailed off warningly.
"Yes," Finn nodded. "That's it. We're acting weird because Rachel is pregnant."
Rachel glared daggers at him.
Unnoticed by the three in Kurt's room, Blaine was stood in the hallway, and his eyes widened comically as he heard Finn speak the words 'Rachel is pregnant'. Quietly, he turned away and headed downstairs where he found Jesse and Sebastian returning from the backyard.
"Rachel's pregnant," Blaine whispered to the two of them bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Wait, what?" Jesse asked.
"Rachel's pregnant," Blaine repeated his words fast, quiet and unclear.
"Baby, we can't hear you," Jesse told him.
"Rachel's pregnant!" Blaine practically yelled and Sebastian's only response was to laugh.
"What did you say?" Burt asked appearing from the living-room and making all three boys jump.
"Um, well, urgh," Blaine babbled trying to wrack his brains for a word that sounded like 'pregnant' but he just couldn't think of one.
"Finn!" Burt called out in a booming voice. "Get down here, now!"
"Is it weird that Mr. Hummel's yelling kind of turns me on?" Jesse asked as Burt stepped back into the living-room.
"Congratulations, Blainers," Sebastian commented sarcastically clapping the shorter teen on the shoulder. "Your boyfriend has a daddy-kink."
Finn came stomping down the stairs and looked to the three boys curiously.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"Dude, you are so in the shit," Sebastian informed him and a confused Finn wandered into the living-room.
A few seconds later, Kurt and Rachel came down the stairs, Rachel muttering urgently in Kurt's ear.
"Ssh, ssh, it's ok," Kurt said reassuringly. "We'll take care of you. Both of you."
"No, Kurt, I'm not," Rachel tried to say before raised voices sounded from the living-room. "What's happening?"
"Sorry," Blaine said sheepishly. "I kind of overheard your news and then Burt overheard me telling these two."
"But I'm not pregnant," Rachel said adamantly just as Finn yelled something similar at the top of his lungs.
"She's not pregnant, I promise!" They heard Finn's voice yell desperately. "We only had sex twice and I used a condom both times. Both times!"
"Finn, please, you know we'll support you in every way," Carole's voice said gently. "But you have to be honest with us."
"I am being honest!" Finn shouted in a tone that suggested he was close to kicking over a chair.
"Burt, Carole, I can explain," Rachel said marching into the living-room and Jesse instantly followed, eager to see the drama. "I am not pregnant, I swear on my talent."
As Kurt, Sebastian and Blaine filed into the room, Burt and Carole exchanged a look.
"She's swearing on her talent," Carole whispered even though everyone could hear her. "They must be telling the truth."
"Ok," Burt nodded. "We believe you. But this pregnancy thing must have come from somewhere. Who wants to tell me what's going on?"
"It's my fault, Burt," Blaine said stepping forward. "I was outside Finn's room and I must have misheard something and gotten the wrong idea. I'm sorry."
"No, no, Blaine, it's not your fault," Rachel sighed. "Finn told Kurt I was pregnant as a…"
"Joke," Finn supplied. "Ha, ha," he said lamely.
"This is amazing, the drama is unfolding before our eyes," Jesse commented. "True, it isn't exactly Broadway, but drama is drama and I love it."
"Be quiet," Rachel instructed. "Finn and I were talking and Kurt entered and noticed we were behaving somewhat unusually. To hide what we were really discussing Finn created the outrageous lie that I was pregnant which I'm sure he now realises was an incredibly foolish idea."
"Sorry, Jesse," Sebastian smirked. "Looks like the drama is all just a misunderstanding."
"If only that were so," Rachel said sadly. "Unfortunately the truth is far more devastating than me being with child."
"You're moving to Israel?" Sebastian asked placing a hand over his heart. "Oh, sweetie, we'll miss you."
"You've really disappointed me," Rachel told him and Sebastian furrowed his brow at her in confusion. "Kurt, Blaine, I am so sorry to have to reveal this painful truth."
"Oh boy, here we go," Kurt sighed rolling his eyes.
"Sebastian and Jesse are in love and having an affair behind your backs," Rachel declared.
"They're what?" Burt asked.
"I'd like to second that question," Sebastian stated. "Jesse and I are what now?"
"You can't deny it, Sebastian," Rachel told him. "I saw the two of you together in the backyard."
"Oh, is that so?" Sebastian asked looking down on her. "And what did you see precisely?"
"I saw you kiss," Rachel answered staring up at him determinedly. "And I heard you confess your love for one another. You both have boyfriends; you should be deeply ashamed of yourselves. I expected better from someone with your vocal talents, Jesse."
"Ok, Jesse, Sebastian, I think the two of you should make arrangements to return to Dalton," Burt said. "Blaine, you're of course welcome to stay here."
"Dad, wait, this is ridiculous," Kurt interrupted defensively. "Sebastian is not cheating on me. And Jesse isn't cheating on Blaine."
"Kurt, I know this is difficult for you to accept," Rachel placated gently. "And I am so sorry that this has happened to you. You deserve better than to be treated this way. But I'm telling you the truth."
"Oh go back to the shire and keep your Streisand nose out of other peoples business," Sebastian sneered.
"Hey, that's no way to talk to a young lady," Burt reprimanded.
"And I don't appreciate the short jibe," Blaine added and Sebastian rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Look, Mr. Hummel," Sebastian said through gritted teeth and Kurt felt extremely nervous. "I know you don't like me and that's ok. I don't like you either. Unresolved daddy issues, try not to take it personally. But I am not cheating on your son. Especially not with him," he scoffed gesturing to Jesse who was still dressed in Rachel's mini-skirt, Carole's boots and Kurt's shirt and feather boa.
"Now that's just insulting," Jesse complained and Sebastian sent him a glare. "But not untrue," he continued. "We're best friends, and yes, Rachel, we did say we loved one another. However, you incorrectly interpreted that as romantic love when our affections for one another are purely platonic."
"But I saw you kissing," Rachel pointed her finger at him accusingly. "Kurt, I swear, I saw them. I'm not lying."
"I know," Kurt replied.
"What do you mean, you know?" Burt wanted to know and Finn awkwardly shuffled out of the room heading back upstairs to play his Xbox.
"It was just a peck, right Rachel?" Kurt asked. "They do it all the time. It's no different to what I do with Mercedes, Tina and the rest of the girls, Rachel included," he said pointedly.
"Ok, so this is just another simple misunderstanding," Carole said. "Burt, honey, stop glaring at the teenagers. Rachel, sweetie, your heart was in the right place. Sebastian, Jesse, we're sorry for the inconvenience."
"No, no, this isn't over," Burt stated.
"Yes, it is," Carole told him taking his arm and guiding him back to his seat and turning the television on.
"Let's go upstairs," Kurt sighed leading Sebastian, Jesse and Blaine out, a mortified Rachel following after them.
"Kurt," Rachel said quietly as the four boys made themselves comfortable on Kurt's bed, Rachel standing awkwardly in the doorway fiddling with the strands of her hair. "I'm really sorry. I just… I thought that… I was trying to look out for you."
"I know," Kurt responded unable to stay mad at her when she had been trying to help. "But it isn't really me you need to apologise to."
"No, I suppose not," Rachel agreed looking awkwardly between Jesse and Sebastian. "You know what, give me fifteen minutes and I will have prepared the perfect apology number."
"What? No, don't let her sing," Sebastian said and Rachel looked highly affronted.
"Why not?" Jesse asked. "She's a star in the making. Rachel Berry, it would be an honour to hear you sing."
Rachel beamed and the boys were soon listening to her rendition of Elton John's 'sorry seems to be the hardest word'.
"Bravo," Jesse applauded when she had finished. "That was S.P… sheer perfection," he praised.
"It wasn't really a proper apology though was it?" Sebastian pointed out. "Well, Barbara, I'm waiting for my apology," he said crossing his arms and looking to her expectantly in a way that reminded Kurt so much of Santana he wondered if they were some how twins separated at birth.
"Ok," Rachel nodded stepping up to Sebastian. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and automatically assumed the worst of you. I should have confronted you and allowed you to offer your explanation. I'm gonna hug you now, ok."
"No, not ok," Sebastian answered looking horrified when the Jewish girl embraced him.
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That night, Rachel was spread out on the right side of Kurt's bed snuggled up with a teddy bear. On the left, Kurt lay awake staring up at the ceiling.
Finn's long limbs were tangled in his bed-sheets as he snored and drooled on his pillow, Blaine lying awake in a sleeping bag on the floor.
In the spare room, Jesse and Sebastian were both laying atop the covers of the bed whispering to one another.
"I already miss Blaine's tight little asshole," Jesse lamented. "I can't believe I haven't fucked him since breakfast at Dalton this morning."
"This weekend was a bad idea," Sebastian groaned. "That psycho cheerleading woman told Kurt's dad about my messed up family. He actually looked at me with pity when we first arrived here. Pity, Jess, pity. And then Rachel accuses me of something bad and he believes it straight away. We shouldn't have defended ourselves. We should have just left when he asked us to. Hell, we shouldn't have even come."
"We haven't even had a proper make-out session since we got here," Jesse sighed forlornly. "You don't think he's getting bored of me, do you? No, of course not," Jesse decided answering his own question. "I'm far too G.T and F. That's gorgeous, talented and fabulous," he clarified to his one member audience who clearly wasn't listening.
"I've been a fool," Sebastian realised. "I've let my guard down. I blame you and Blaine. You bring out a softer side to me, one with feelings. Things can't work out between me and Kurt, how could they? His dear old dad is never going to approve of me. Give it time and Kurt will realise that his dad will never like me. Then he'll realise that he can do so much better than me. He won't find anyone with as much sexual appeal as me of course, but he'll find someone so much better for him in regards to all the romantic emotional stuff. And at the end of the day that's what will matter to Kurt most. All I can offer him is sex."
"I've been thinking that I might let Blaine top me," Jesse revealed. "We haven't discussed it yet but I think he'd be cool with it. Maybe I can even get him to rim me. There aren't nearly enough good-looking gay boys willing to do that these days. But me, I love rimming. Sure, it should be capital G gross but it just feels so capital G good. And my cock just gets so damn hard thinking about dapper Blaine Anderson opening my asshole up with his pretty little mouth and tongue."
"I should just break things off with him," Sebastian said. "That will make everything easier. I should just let him go, for his own good. He can find someone more suitable. Somebody daddy will approve of. And then I'll just continue to seduce and fuck anyone attractive enough to give me an erection. Then eventually my cock will wrinkle and be too old to fuck. Then I'll have to admit that my glory days are over and I'll get some cats and live alone and when I die the furry little pussies can eat my wasted unloved body."
"Also, I've been thinking about role-play," Jesse admitted. "I've only done it with a couple of older guys before. They were total closet-cases who all insisted on a school-girl thing. But I'd like to experiment with a different kind of role-play. And Blaine loves the performance arts, just as I do. We could think of it as learning as well as just sexual exploits. I think Blaine could be really good at role-play. He's definitely far kinkier than I ever would have guessed."
"But I don't want to let Kurt go," Sebastian mused. "I want to keep him. I want him to be mine. Who cares what Burt Hummel thinks? But that's the problem. Kurt cares what his father thinks. Even I care, because Kurt cares, and I'm not used to caring so it makes my head hurt. Am I being selfish? Or just stupid? Or is that what love is like? Or is this just what loving Kurt Hummel is like?"
"Finn is probably a deep sleeper," Jesse said thoughtfully. "I could probably slip into his room and have some fun with Blaine. And that's kinky. And all this thought of Blaine has resulted in a large tent in my silk pyjama pants. I'm not as big as Kurt obviously, that boy is just ridiculously well hung. You'll have to top when the two of you give in to your lustful teenage desires. There's no way you could take his weapon up your ass. He'd rip you in half. He's probably a bottom anyway. I hate to assume and take a stereotypical view but he gives off a 'bottom' vibe to me. Plus, the China Doll does have an amazing ass. An ass like that is clearly created to be fucked hard into a mattress. Not that you don't have a delectable ass yourself, its just that Kurt's is better."
"Sometimes I feel like I want to just run away," Sebastian admitted. "Run away and pretend that I never knew Kurt. Maybe I should. But I won't, I can't. I could never run from him now. If I didn't have him in my life I think I might die. Not the literal way of course, but you know, that metaphorical girly way. The way girls die when the guy they obsess over smiles at somebody else instead of them. I'd die like that. I'd die like that every day if Kurt wasn't my boyfriend. I guess I'm sticking around then. And if he ever tells me to leave… I'll fight to keep him."
"I'm so hard," Jesse declared sitting up. "Either I get my rocks off under your perverted gaze or I go and fool around with my boyfriend. And as much as I love you I'm going to pick Blaine to help me with my current needs."
"You haven't listened to a word I've said have you?" Sebastian asked.
"Of course not, I was talking," Jesse pointed out climbing over Sebastian and then tip-toeing out of the room and down the hall to Finn's bedroom.
He slipped inside and carefully closed the door.
"Jesse," Blaine whispered from his space on the floor in his sleeping bag. "What are you doing?"
"Actually, I came to do you," Jesse announced finding Blaine on the floor and snaking into the sleeping bag with him.
"Are you insane?" Blaine asked. "Finn is right there."
"Then we'd better be quiet," Jesse told him covering Blaine's mouth with his own and letting his hands explore Blaine's bare torso.
This is so wrong Blaine thought even as he kissed back and touched Jesse just as needily.
Under the covers of the sleeping bag, the two teens awkwardly fumbled around to get their pyjamas off. Kissing hungrily and sloppily, Jesse shifted himself on top of Blaine and rutted against him. Tangling one hand in Blaine's hair, Jesse spat onto the other then slithered it down to rub the saliva over their cocks in lieu of lubricant.
"Urgh," Blaine grunted.
"Ssh," Jesse warned him and Blaine bit down on his lower lip to stifle his moans of pleasure as his boyfriend ground his hips down against him, rubbing their hard-ons together.
Since they had become a couple, Jesse and Blaine's relationship had been heavily physical. They knew one another's bodies almost as well as their own. Each knew how best to please the other and what ministrations and techniques would work the fastest. So it didn't take too long for the boy's to find their release, their mouths pressed tight against each other's, kissing breathlessly to keep their noises to a minimum so as not to wake Finn.
"Jesse," Blaine panted quietly as his boyfriend slumped down against him.
Jesse pressed a kiss to Blaine's mouth and reluctantly started to scramble out of the sleeping bag.
"No," Blaine whispered latching on to Jesse's arm. "Just, stay and hold me," he asked quietly.
Jesse gave Blaine another quick kiss before settling down by his side and gathering the shorter male in his arms.
Meanwhile, Kurt had left Rachel sleeping in his bed with her teddy-bear and tip-toed into the guest room, pleased to find Sebastian alone.
"Hey," Kurt greeted joining Sebastian on the bed.
"Hey yourself," Sebastian replied.
That was more than enough small talk. Their lips and tongues found one another before pyjamas were shucked off and hands were roaming new bodies greedily. Leaning on their sides with their faces close together, the two teens continued to kiss. Kurt's hand trailed down to palm at Sebastian's balls for a few seconds before he coiled his fingers around his dick.
Swallowing, Kurt nipped at Sebastian's bottom lip as he worked his hand on Sebastian's dick.
"Finger me," Kurt dared to ask, whispering the request into Sebastian's ear.
"No lube," Sebastian replied regretfully.
"I don't care," Kurt insisted.
Sebastian couldn't resist. He slicked his finger with spit before bringing it down to Kurt's opening. He forced himself to go slow making sure not to cause pain. And even though Kurt was soon begging for more fingers, Sebastian denied him knowing it wasn't a good idea without a proper lubricant.
With one finger working Kurt's asshole, Sebastian used his free hand to attend to Kurt's cock, still kissing his boyfriend as passionately as he knew how.
"Oh, oh," Kurt moaned and Sebastian groaned in response, loving the sounds Kurt made. "I'm gonna…" Kurt warned, his hips gyrating of their own accord.
"Me too," Sebastian panted ignoring the ache in his wrist and forcing himself to tug on Kurt's dick harder. "Look… look at me, baby," he ordered and Kurt met his gaze and the two fell apart within seconds of each other.
Their chests rose and fell rhythmically as they gasped for breath, slowly coming down from the intensity of their orgasms. They shared a few lazy kisses before Kurt took Sebastian's hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"I'd better get back," Kurt said and Sebastian simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak for he knew he would only beg Kurt to stay. "Night, Bas," he whispered catching Sebastian's lips.
On his way back to his own bedroom, Kurt bumped into Jesse sneaking out of Finn's room.
"Alright, China Doll," Jesse greeted quietly. "Looks like you had fun."
"You too," Kurt commented. "I just hope you didn't wake Finn. He'd be traumatised for life."
"We were quiet," Jesse promised. "Night, Kurt," he said kissing the boy's cheek and landing a playful slap to his ass before rejoining Sebastian in the guest room.
Kurt re-entered his bedroom and carefully slipped back into bed beside Rachel.
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