A/N: Written for Kurtbastian Week 2014 Day 1. Summary: Kurt has to make a choice between something he thought he always wanted, and something he never realized he already had. Rating: M
Knock knock knock.
"Kurt? Can I talk to you?"
Kurt's eyes snapped open at the buttery voice that called his name.
"Uh…" Kurt squeaked, his heart pounding uncomfortably while his brain tried to decide what to say.
"Look…" Blaine foraged ahead, afraid that if he didn't say what he came to say he'd lose his nerve. "I'm not really good at this, so I'm just going to come out and say it…"
Kurt swallowed hard, staring at his locked door, knowing that the dapper young man with the honey-gold eyes that he had been in love with since he first walked through the doors of Dalton Academy stood just outside.
"You're my best friend, and I'm so blind…so stupid for not realizing you had feelings for me…"
Kurt grabbed at the cushion to the chair he sat on, his fingernails scraping along the frame, his palms sweating.
"…and I'm sorry it took this long for me to come around…" Blaine continued, even though so far he was getting no feedback, no encouragement.
Kurt rolled his eyes and huffed.
'Long?' he thought. 'It's been five months! Five months of pining and waiting, of flirty duets and all night phone calls. How much longer did Blaine think he was going to sit around and wait?'
"But if you're still willing to give me a chance, I'd really like to take it."
Kurt was dumbfounded. Why? Why did he have to come to his door with this confession now? Wasn't this what Kurt had always wanted to hear? But now…
He fought with the words he wanted to say, his whole body tingling.
God, was he trembling?
"Kurt?" Blaine's voice said softly, and Kurt caught the note of disappointment in it.
Blaine sighed. It was a long, heavy sound.
"I guess I'll see you at Warbler practice." Kurt heard Blaine's hand slide down the wooden door, and then his footsteps as he walked away.
Kurt's body shook. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned.
"Are you going to tell him about us?" a silky, breathless voice whispered quietly from where its owner knelt on the floor between Kurt's legs. Kurt looked down at the devilish smirk and the sparkling green eyes staring up at him. Kurt smiled.
"Are you ever going to be done?" Kurt growled, grabbing a fistful of Sebastian's chocolate-brown hair and shoving his grinning face back down into his lap. The warmth of his mouth surrounded his cock again, and this time Kurt moaned a little louder.
Five months. Five amazing months of taunts and jabs and insults tempered with secret rendez-vous's and stolen kisses. Blaine might have been stupid not to see how much Kurt was crushing on him, but Kurt was a complete and utter moron not to realize that every time Blaine turned an oblivious eye to Kurt's admittedly sad attempts at flirting, that it was Sebastian Smythe and his acerbic tongue always there to soothe the sting.
Kurt just didn't notice until recently.
"D-do you want me to tell him?" Kurt asked, his hips moving slightly to keep up with Sebastian's relentless mouth.
Kurt eyed the boy working over him, waiting for a reply. Sebastian shrugged.
"Do what you want, babe," came his muffled reply.
Kurt didn't like that. He never liked to hear indecision in Sebastian's voice; not Sebastian Smythe, the boy who knew what he wanted and went after it. Kurt grabbed Sebastian's shoulders and pulled him off his cock, whining at the loss of heat and that wickedly talented tongue.
"I want to know what you want," Kurt said firmly, locking his blue eyes on to Sebastian's lust-blown ones.
Sebastian shrugged again, but his sheepish grin grew wider.
"It might be nice to bring this relationship out of the closet," he said. "At least we'd get less annoying surprise visits like that last one."
Kurt chuckled.
"Alright," Kurt agreed. "Then at Warbler practice?"
Sebastian nodded.
"Yeah…I mean, this is going to cut severely into my dating scene…"
Kurt smacked him on the arm…or tried, but Sebastian intercepted the hand swinging towards him and planted an open-mouthed kiss on Kurt's wrist.
"Great, but that's not for another hour." Kurt grabbed another fistful of Sebastian's hair and once again shoved the boy's head back in his lap. "So get back to work, because you're still not done."