Sebastian got back to the lot, parked the truck, and got his stuff from his locker in record time. Louis watched the determined young man gather his things with a look of deep concentration on his face, almost like he was scrolling through a mental checklist.

"Hey, buddy," Louis asked. "Why so serious?"

Sebastian looked up at the sound of the older man's voice. He hadn't even realized anyone else was in the room. He looked at him, wondering if he should even bother to respond.

"There's somewhere I need to be, but I have about a million things to do, and unfortunately I'm busing it, so I really need to get out of here."

Louis nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He was pretty sure that wherever Sebastian had to be, it had something to do with that stuck up, angry guy that had suddenly seem to become the center of this man's world.

Falling in love in five days. Louis chuckled to himself. Ah, to be young again.

Sebastian pocketed the paycheck he got earlier, checked his pocket for the umpteenth time to be sure he still had Kurt's keys, and slammed his locker door shut.

"Why don't you let me help you," Louis offered. Sebastian looked up, a skeptical expression clouding his green eyes.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, my wife's kind of being a bitch today," Louis started, picking up his coat and shrugging it on. "To tell you the truth, I'm kinda looking for any excuse not to go home."

Sebastian listened carefully, watching the man for any sign of an ulterior motive.

"If I go to a bar and sit this one out," Louis continued, grabbing his keys and stuffing them into his pockets, "it'll just make things worse. So, let me help you with your million things."

Sebastian didn't want to take Louis up on his offer. He didn't want to have to owe him a favor. He wasn't used to people offering him any kind of help without expecting anything in return.

Louis looked at Sebastian, waiting patiently for the man to accept his offer. In the end, Sebastian had to admit that if he had a car of his own, he could be done with his errands and back at Kurt's in a little less than two hours. He didn't want to think about how long it was going to take him by bus.

Sebastian softened. Maybe this guy wasn't half bad.

"Thank you," Sebastian said, taking him up on his offer. "I could really use the help."

The one thing Sebastian hated most about being poor was having to rely on other people for help.

Sebastian couldn't be more grateful to Louis than he was when his check was cashed, his new phone purchased, and he was back at his apartment in less than an hour. Now he would have the opportunity to shower and dress properly before getting back to Kurt's. He might even make it before the sun went down.

Sebastian dressed in the same outfit he had worn on Tuesday when he went to the club in the hopes of running into Kurt. He had to admit that he was disappointed when he didn't get the chance to show Kurt that he had taken his expert fashion advice.

He decided to spend some money on a cab to drive him. Kurt lived close enough for Sebastian to walk, but it would still take time that he didn't want to spend. If he had a car, he could make it there in about ten minutes, but by bus it would take him over two hours and he'd still have to walk a couple of blocks.

He stuffed the balance of his money in a coffee can. Cliche, but he didn't have the time to sign up for a bank account yet, so he had Louis take him to the local supermarket to get his check cashed. On the way out of the store, he had spotted several bins full of flowers. It hit him that going over to Kurt's house for dinner seemed like the kind of situation that would demand flowers. He didn't quite have the money to spend on roses, but another slightly more modest flower caught his eye. Something about it's flat, circular top and multitude of small petals surrounding a center that resembled a sun made him think of Kurt, made him think of those rare moments when he had smiled at him or laughed so shyly. Sebastian had to buy them. He tried to ignore the way Louis bit his lip to stifle his own grin as he purchased the deep orange flowers.

He left his new phone charging in his kitchen, and locked up, deciding to wait for the taxi by the curb.

Sebastian's heart raced as he approached Kurt's door. It was so different being here outside of work. The sun was just beginning to set, and the horizon glowed with beautiful shades of golds, reds, and cotton candy pinks. How lovely would it be to take Kurt out for a walk in the light of the setting sun. His skin would look gorgeous beneath the blanket of all of those amazing colors.

Lovely? Ugh. Maybe I should just turn in my man card now, he thought.

He smiled and bit his lip. He couldn't help it. He couldn't help being excited.

He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Then he rang the door bell.

Sebastian could hear loud thumping as Kurt made his way to the door. The door slid open with its telltale creak, and there he was, dressed more stylishly than before, but still comfortable in a tight black Henley and what looked like Burberry sleep pants. Kurt looked over Sebastian's own fashion choice, noting the dark colored polo and jeans, and most importantly for some reason, the heavy black shoes, and smiled.

"Hello, gorgeous," Sebastian said, before he could stop himself. Old habits died hard, and Sebastian wasn't usually the kind of person who felt the need to censor himself, especially in the face of an extraordinary man that he wanted more than he wanted to breathe.

Maybe it was forward, but Kurt didn't seem to mind, ducking his head a little as the compliment washed over him, his cheeks turning a delicate rosy pink.

"I wasn't sure you were going to come back," Kurt admitted as he opened the door to let Sebastian in. Sebastian walked through the door, careful to avoid Kurt's foot.

"Well, even if I didn't want to," Sebastian said, reaching into his pocket, "I had to at least return these."

Sebastian held out Kurt's keys, dangling from a plain metal ring. Kurt's eyes went wide, his mouth dropping. Sebastian could tell in an instant that Kurt didn't realize they were gone.

"Why-why did you..."

"Uh, you fell asleep," Sebastian rushed to say. Kurt looked like he was slipping, about to go back to that manic place where Sebastian couldn't reach him - just like the bar...and the shoes. "I didn't want to leave the door unlocked...I..."

Kurt curled his fingers around the keys, taking them from Sebastian's hand and looking into his open, honest face.

Kurt steadied himself, examining Sebastian's face, peering into his green eyes. He breathed out slowly, and then smiled, albeit awkwardly and somewhat forced.

"Okay," Kurt said, nodding, returning the keys to their hook on the wall. "Thank you." When Kurt turned back, he finally noticed the flowers. The rosy tinge to his cheeks returned, and the smile became much more sincere.

Sebastian followed Kurt's eyes and remembered he was holding a small bouquet in his hands. He handed them over to Kurt who took them reverently, running his fingers over the soft petals and looking at their burnt orange color.

"You bought me gerberas?" Kurt's voice had a strange touch of awe to it.

"Yeah." Sebastian looked down at his shoes, at little embarrassed by Kurt's reaction. "I know they're probably not too typical, but they just made me think of you."

Kurt looked back up again, and his smile grew even wider.

"Gerberas mean innocence," Kurt explained. He turned toward the dining room, hobbling in the direction of a cabinet by the wall which held an odd assortment of plates and a single blue vase. Sebastian anticipated Kurt's intent, touched the man gently on the arm to stop him, and walked to the cabinet to reach for the vase. He walked through the dining room to the kitchen, which he hadn't seen earlier. He wasn't sure how he could miss it, thought, since it was painted a pale yellow, had bright white cabinets, and looked a little like somewhere the Brady family would have cooked their meals. Some elements were updated and modern. All in all everything oozed a casual, thrown together style, just like the other two rooms he had already seen.

Sebastian couldn't help but notice that Kurt had a thing for retro furnishings, especially where the 60's were concerned.

Sebastian filled the vase partially with tepid water and brought it back to Kurt who took it, placed it on one of the low end tables, and arranged the flowers inside.

"Orange gerberas in particular mean...you are my sunshine." Kurt's voice quieted as he spoke, and Sebastian marveled at the change, how the abrasive ice princess of just a few days ago had melted away into this warm and inviting man. Kurt looked up from the flowers and smiled.

"Thank you, Sebastian," he said. Those simple words struck Sebastian like an arrow, straight into his heart.

'Shit,' he thought. 'I think I am in love.'

Sitting with Kurt, eating dinner in the cozy quiet of his living room, was exactly the kind of night Sebastian needed with Kurt. Not a hectic and loud nightclub scene. Just the two of them together, no distractions, no alpha males vying for Kurt's attentions. A bottle of wine, a single candle lit, and a wonderful dinner.

Sebastian should have guessed, of course, that Kurt would be a master chef.

Sebastian had never expected much from lasagna. Some noodles, sauce, a cheese whose name he could never seem to pronounce correctly, and if he was lucky, some kind of meat. What Kurt served him on what must have been vintage Wedgewood plates, was nothing short of a masterpiece.

Maybe Sebastian would have to learn to woo Kurt some other way, and leave the cooking to Kurt.

They were mostly done with dessert - a New York style cheesecake that Kurt had made from scratch, when Sebastian spoke.

"You know, you do more with a broken foot in one day than I think I do in a week."

Kurt smiled.

"Oh, my foot isn't broken, thank God," Kurt said, wiping his mouth demurely with a cloth napkin and setting his empty plate aside. "It's badly sprained and there's a huge black and blue. The doctor said I should be fine in about a week. It's just these first couple of days that are going to be kind of a bitch, but they put me on some pretty strong pain meds. A few of those and this should be a breeze."

Kurt winked.

Sebastian chewed his last piece of cake thoughtfully before setting his own plate aside.

"Do you know who ran into you?" Sebastian asked, inexplicable unnerved by Kurt's accident.

Kurt shook his head.

"No," he said, seeming nonplussed by the situation. "I've never seen him before. But we've had a few new people move into the neighborhood lately." Kurt shrugged. "It could have been one of them."

Kurt stood, picking up his plate and reaching for Sebastian's. Sebastian smirked and took Kurt's plate instead.

"Please." Sebastian stood with both plates. "You cooked, and you're injured. You are not cleaning up."

Kurt giggled, watching Sebastian walk off to the kitchen with the plates.

Sebastian's head peeked around the corner.

"Do you use anything special to clean these plates?" Sebastian asked, worried about ruining Kurt's plates.

"Oh, Sebastian," Kurt called. "You don't have to clean the dishes."

"Nonsense," he replied. "My mom had a full set of Wedgewood dishes. She never let them sit with food on them."

Kurt bit his lip.

"Just the soft dish cloth and the Dawn is fine," Kurt called back. "Then use the blue towel to dry."

"Gotcha."

Kurt listened as the water ran. His heart stopped when he heard Sebastian start to sing. Kurt's mouth dropped as the sultry tenor's voice drifted into the living room from the kitchen. Kurt sat as still as he could so he could hear Sebastian's perfect voice. Kurt quietly cursed his cleaning spree earlier, wishing he had left a sink full of dishes so he could hear Sebastian sing longer.

All too soon the water turned off, and Kurt could hear Sebastian's foot steps as he walked back into the room. Kurt's expression didn't change. Sebastian sat back on the sofa, rubbing his hands over his jeans to smooth the wrinkles, when he noticed Kurt's wide eyes and slightly parted lips staring at him.

Sebastian's eyes shifted uncomfortably, darting around the room quickly before returning to the look on Kurt's face.

"What?" Sebastian asked with a nervous chuckle.

"You can sing," Kurt said.

"Um...yeah." Sebastian began to feel a little self conscious. Singing was a guilty pleasure of Sebastian's - something he did in school and was really good at, but like all the other things he did in his life when he had no cares or worries, it was something he had taken for granted. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually sung anything.

"I mean, you sing wonderfully," Kurt revised. He looked down at his lap and bit his lip.

"We really don't know anything about each other, do we?" Kurt asked sheepishly.

Sebastian shook his head, agreeing.

Kurt looked at Sebastian's hand where it rested on his knee. He reached over carefully and rested his hand over Sebastian's. Sebastian followed the movement with his eyes, sighing at the sensation of Kurt's soft skin settling gently over his.

"Let's do this," Kurt suggested. "Let's ask each other a question, and we'll promise to answer it honestly, but here's the catch...no talking about anyone else - no parents, no friends, no exes. Just us."

Sebastian nodded.

"That seems fair," he agreed. "But I get to go first because there's something I'm burning to know!"

Kurt giggled, watching Sebastian straighten in his seat and bounce with excitement.

"Okay," Kurt said. "Go ahead."

Sebastian looked around the house pointedly, and then back at Kurt.

"What exactly is it that you do for a living?"

Kurt smirked.

"That's it?" Kurt asked. "That's the big burning question?"

Sebastian nodded.

"Yes, please," he said.

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head, slightly relieved.

"Well, I am a submission editor for a publishing company," Kurt explained dryly.

Sebastian looked at Kurt with a blank expression.

"And that means..."

"That means," Kurt continued, "that when people send their unsolicited manuscripts to the publisher for consideration, they come to me. I'm pretty much the reason why if you send a book to a publisher and you don't have an agent, it takes you six months to hear that you're book has been rejected."

"Okay," Sebastian nodded in understanding. "But, I thought publishing companies got, like, hundreds of thousands of submissions a day. You only get about seven envelopes at once."

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Well, hundreds of thousands may be a bit of an overstatement," Kurt said. "We are a smaller publishing company. My job only includes books from one specific genre, so I don't get that many."

"Oh, let me guess," Sebastian jumped. "Romance novels?"

Sebastian didn't expect Kurt to look so affronted. Sebastian almost burst out laughing when he saw the change in Kurt's face from casual conversation to disgustingly offended.

"What!? Because I'm gay?" Kurt almost screeched. "That automatically means I'm only interested in romance novels!?"

And the bitch was back. Only this time, Sebastian found it more endearing than anything. He threw up his arms defensively.

"No, no, that's no what..."

"Because last time I checked," Kurt interrupted angrily, "you're gay, too."

This time, Sebastian did laugh. Kurt watched as Sebastian's face turned bright red, and he could barely breathe.

"Calm down, kitty, " Sebastian managed to choke out, "that's not what I meant at all."

Kurt calmed down, watching as Sebastian's face scrunched adorably as he fought to catch his breath, putting a hand to his chest as he breathed in deeply.

"Then what did you mean?" Kurt sounded hurt, and Sebastian sobered up quickly.

"I meant that everything about you kind of screams hopeless romantic," Sebastian said, looking at Kurt fondly. "Your house, the garden, the pictures on your walls, your furniture, even the way you answer the door in dressing gowns, and you have one in almost every color. I mean, you would have to be, right?" Sebastian took Kurt's hand and held it in both of his, squeezing gently. He lifted the captured hand to his mouth and kissed it, staring deeply into Kurt's ice blue eyes, still glimmering with a simmering flame.

"That's not a bad thing," Sebastian whispered.

Kurt shivered slightly at the tone of his voice. How many times in the last few days had he imagined that voice whispering in his ear as those perfect lips covered his neck in kisses? He had lost count.

Kurt felt Sebastian's lips brush his knuckles.

The shivers wouldn't stop.

"What kind of books?" Sebastian asked against Kurt's skin, before returning their hands to his lap.

"What?" Kurt asked. He sounded breathless.

Sebastian smiled, happy to know that he wasn't the only one affected by their closeness.

"What kind of books do they send you? What genre?"

"Oh, ah..." Kurt struggled to regain his composure. "Murder mysteries, and suspense thrillers."

Sebastian's eyes went wide. That was not what he expected to hear. Kurt laughed.

"Didn't guess that, did you?"

"Wait...you're serious?" Sebastian smiled. "That's incredible!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, looking at the sponged ceiling and smiling so hard his face hurt.

"Okay, your turn," Kurt said, biting his lip. He turned his gaze back to Sebastian's green eyes, a serious expression suddenly masking his features.

"Why do you work for Fed-Ex?" Kurt asked softly.

Sebastian's face fell. He diverted his gaze, slowly releasing Kurt's hand as he leaned back, pulling away.

Kurt chased Sebastian's hands with his own, grabbing a hold of them.

"I don't really know anything about you," Kurt said, trying to hold Sebastian's gaze. "But you seem like you could be doing so much more with your life."

Sebastian nodded.

"I was," he said. "But, my life...changed...rather drastically not too long ago, and to make a long story short, here I am."

Sebastian didn't want to look in Kurt's eyes. He didn't want to see pity.

What he didn't expect to see was a shy smile.

"What..." Sebastian didn't finish before he smiled, too.

"Is it wrong to be happy that your life suddenly turned to crap?" Kurt asked.

Sebastian looked incredulous for a moment until he realized why Kurt had said what he said. If Sebastian hadn't been cut off and kicked out of his father's life, he would have never met Kurt.

"Can you tell me the story?" Kurt asked.

Sebastian shook his head.

"Sadly, no," he said to Kurt's questioning expression, and then leaned in slightly. "As per your rule."

Kurt opened his mouth soundlessly as he mouthed 'ah'. Kurt looked down at Sebastian's hand, and then up at his face through a fan of long, brown lashes.

"Was it because you're gay?" Kurt's question was innocent, but also unashamed.

Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah." His voice sounded slightly choked. "Yeah."

Kurt wanted to pull Sebastian close. Wanted to hold him and kiss him until all the homophobes of the world went away.

He sighed. He just didn't know if Sebastian would want him that way. Who would? He was too thin, too feminine, too much of an ambiguous joke. Isn't that what he'd been told for years.

Sebastian's eyes on his face and his lips on Kurt's skin said differently, but those words...they were just too hard to forget.

The silence in the air became too heavy for Kurt to handle.

"Hey," Kurt said. "Let's take our minds off things with a really stupid movie. I have a blu-ray player I haven't even opened since I moved in here."

Kurt stood, bending the knees of his stiff legs.

"How long have you lived here?" Sebastian stood, mirroring the action.

"Uh...about three years?"

Kurt laughed at the look on Sebastian's face.

"Let's move upstairs," Kurt offered. Sebastian raised a shocked eyebrow. Kurt bit his lip and laughed.

"Not like that," Kurt said. "The only t.v. is upstairs in my room."

Kurt limped painfully to the staircase.

"Let me start up first since it takes me a while."

Sebastian watched Kurt climb the first step. He steadied himself, hand on the railing as he raised the foot with the heavy cast onto the step. Then wincing in preparation, he jumped up to the next step.

'This must be how he gets down the steps, too,' Sebastian thought, remembering the strange syncopated thud from earlier.

Sebastian didn't like watching Kurt struggle. He didn't like the face he made, knowing he was in pain. He couldn't take it any more.

Sebastian crossed the room quickly. Coming up behind Kurt, he lifted him into his arms, carrying him bridal style up the stairs. Sebastian could feel Kurt's eyes on his face, felt Kurt's arms wrap tentatively around his shoulders. Sebastian held Kurt close, feeling his breath catch his throat. Sebastian negotiated the staircase carefully so as not to hurt Kurt's foot.

At the top of the stair case, Sebastian saw five doors: two to the right, two on the left, and one at the end, each door a deep stained wood against a lavender hallway.

"Where are we going?" Sebastian asked, barely breathless with Kurt staring wide eyed at him, cradled in his arms.

"Uh, last door on the left," Kurt said, stunned and swooning just a bit.

Sebastian walked down the hallway and opened the door. He was amazed at how close he had been when he had imagined Kurt having a stylish bedroom. The walls were painted a pale gold, textured using a technique that made the color muted. The wide and moving brush strokes gave it a flow like waves on the water. The four poster bed had a sheer canopy, and the frame, made of dark, coffee colored wood, looked exactly like Sebastian had pictured.

The room, so close to Sebastian's dreams, and this gorgeous man in his arms, did nothing to quell the state of his arousal, which was growing by the minute as he held Kurt close.

Kurt felt the mood shift as Sebastian walked him to the bed and set him carefully down, treating him delicately, like he was made of fine crystal or porcelain.

Someday, Kurt would have to show this man that he wasn't as delicate as he looked.

Sebastian saw Kurt wince, and scrunched his nose in sympathy.

"Shouldn't you take your pain medicine?" Sebastian asked. Kurt hadn't moved his arms from around Sebastian's neck. He tried to stay still in the loop of Kurt's arms.

"I don't want to," Kurt said, his eyes looking shamelessly over Sebastian's face.

"Why not?" Sebastian swallowed as he watched the path of Kurt's eyes.

"Because," Kurt's eyes lingered for a moment on Sebastian's lips, where they hovered just inches away from his own, " I don't want you to think that you're taking advantage of me when you kiss me."

Sebastian breathed Kurt in deeply, the sweet scent of vanilla filling his senses as he moved in closer. His eyes drifted leisurely over Kurt's flawless skin, glancing once more at his sapphire eyes, pupils becoming impossibly wide as they looked at Sebastian with anticipation.

Sebastian wanted to be smooth and gentle as he claimed Kurt's lips, kissing him softly the way he deserved to be kissed. That first touch of his lips against Kurt's, the slow slide of their skin together, stole all of Sebastian's breath, until he felt like he needed Kurt in order to breathe. He slipped a hand up Kurt's back, coming to rest at the nape of his neck, massaging the muscles with firm circles.

Kurt moaned against Sebastian's mouth, and Sebastian made a bold choice, pulling Kurt in deeper and sliding his tongue between Kurt's lips. He heard Kurt yelp in surprise, felt Kurt's body stiffen for only a moment, before Kurt melted against him, breaking the loop of his arms draped around Sebastian's shoulders and threading his fingers into Sebastian's hair.

Sebastian smiled into the kiss. He couldn't help it. This was a perfect moment, and he wanted it to last forever.

All too quickly, Kurt pulled away

"Can I tell you a secret?" Kurt asked breathlessly.

"Anything," Sebastian said, forehead pressed to Kurt's.

There were so many secrets Kurt had wanted to say in that moment, so many confessions he felt the need to say. It wouldn't be fair to Sebastian if he didn't tell him.

Courageous advice?

Maybe.

This time, however, Kurt took the coward's way out.

"I...I don't want you to leave." Kurt breathed in, closing the gap between them, stopping barely a breath away from Sebastian's lips. "Will you stay with me?" Kurt swallowed thickly. "Tonight? Just, hold me?"

Sebastian nodded. His heart swelling.

"Of course." Sebastian smiled, ducking his head to gather some courage before looking back into Kurt's eyes.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked, his voice a whisper, tickling Kurt's lips.

Kurt smiled, blushing faintly.

"For as long as you like."

Kissing Kurt in real life was so much better than in Sebastian's dreams. His dreams weren't smooth like the skin on Kurt's cheeks felt beneath Sebastian's lips. His dreams didn't smell like vanilla, the way Kurt did. His dreams didn't moan quite as sweetly as Kurt did when Sebastian latched onto a spot on Kurt's neck, right where it met his shoulder, and sucked gently. His dreams didn't wrap strong arms around his torso and pull his mouth in deeper, didn't slide up against him deliciously, or feel hard against his thigh.

If this was his life, if this was reality, Sebastian never wanted to dream again.

Kurt moved against Sebastian, and he groaned against Kurt's lips. He wrapped an arm tighter around Kurt's waist, moving the hand from Kurt's neck to card his fingers through Kurt's chestnut colored hair.

"God," Sebastian moaned.

"What?" Kurt whispered sweetly.

"Your hair," Sebastian explained between kisses, "is as soft as it looks."

Kurt giggled.

"Usually touching it comes with a penalty of death."

"Well, then..." Sebastian licked a stripe up Kurt's neck, from the hollow of his throat up to his jawline, "I'll die a happy man."

Kurt squirmed in Sebastian's arms, but held him tighter. Sebastian enjoyed that reaction, so he licked up Kurt's neck again. Kurt trembled, moaning softly.

Sebastian wondered if he could make Kurt cum that way. He decided to try a third time, but a gentle hand stopped him.

"Please..." Kurt looked at Sebastian with pleading eyes. "Please, not like this."

Kurt's eyes shifted, his lust blown pupils contracted rapidly and he looked almost afraid.

Sebastian felt cold. He knew that look...knew there was something there. He just couldn't bring himself to ask.

"Maybe, we should watch that movie?" Sebastian asked, wanting Kurt to be comfortable.

Kurt smiled, and how he managed to look devilish and innocent at the same time, Sebastian didn't know.

"Or..." Kurt bit his lips as he rubbed soothing circles into Sebastian's scalp with the pads of his fingertips, eliciting a sweet, airy moan. "We can lay up here and make out until we fall asleep?"

Sebastian's sly, cocky grin returned.

So many times when he was around Kurt he felt out of his depth.

This...this he could do.

He swiftly kicked off his shoes. Cradling Kurt's lithe body in his arms, Sebastian lay him back against the pillows, carefully settling down beside him. He took a moment to look at Kurt, look over the beautiful face he had memorized and dreamt about kissing over and over. He reached out a finger and gently traced the contours of Kurt's lips, smiling when Kurt giggled at the sensation.

Kurt looked into Sebastian's eyes, losing himself momentarily in their unique emerald depths.

"Kiss me?" he asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

"How can I say no to that." Sebastian spoke the words into Kurt's mouth as their lips met again. Sebastian kissed every where his lips could reach, spending more time than anywhere else on Kurt's neck. Every gentle kiss pressed to the long column of Kurt's neck produced the most delicious sounds, Sebastian couldn't resist.

Sebastian kissed Kurt until he felt his eyelids become heavy, and Kurt's breathy moans became quieter and quieter. The last memory Sebastian had before drifting off to sleep in Kurt's arms was of moving the collar of Kurt's unbuttoned V-neck aside to press a final soft kiss above Kurt's heart.