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Chapter Seventeen
Kurt woke up slowly. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry and he felt like his entire body was telling him that it wasn't ready for any kind of movement. There was something cushiony under him, and it felt warm and comfortable and Kurt thought that it'd be nice to just stay there. His stomach didn't agree and he knew that he'd need to get up because things were only going to get messy if he didn't.
When he opened his eyes, he gasped because the cushiony something was Sebastian who was still asleep and who had been supporting Kurt against him which probably hadn't been comfortable not to mention that Sebastian was much longer than the couch and his feet were dangling off the other arm rest.
Careful, Kurt got off of him, and didn't try to think about how he and Sebastian had wound up asleep on his couch. Instead, he headed to the bathroom because his stomach was still churning. It was only after he'd thrown up twice that Kurt remembered why he and Sebastian had wound up on the couch like that. He had kissed him again.
He groaned. They couldn't ignore it this time. He leaned against the sink and stared at himself in the mirror for a while before he splashed water on his face and he began looking through the cabinets hoping for mouth wash.
Kurt was lucky and found mouth wash. When he headed back out, he found that Sebastian was starting to wake up. A part of Kurt hoped that he wouldn't remember, but he knew that it was futile hope when considering that he had been drinking more.
"Well I'm going to be sore for the rest of the day," Sebastian said and he rolled off the couch and onto his feet.
Kurt watched him and then he stepped closer to him. "So," he said.
"Right," Sebastian said, "painkillers. You must have a massive headache."
"I do," Kurt said.
Sebastian nodded and finally he looked at Kurt, "go on, sit, I'll be right back."
Kurt grabbed his arm as Sebastian tried to walk past him. "Bas?" he asked.
Sebastian smiled at him. "You're a fantastic kisser," he said gently, "but let's talk about it in a little bit, yeah?"
Kurt nodded and he walked around to sit on the couch again, which only reminded him of how he had basically just thrown himself at Sebastian. He felt his cheeks warm up. What was he doing?
"Here," Sebastian said offering him a glass of water. Kurt took it gratefully and also accepted the pills Sebastian handed him.
Sebastian sat down next to him, drinking his own glass of water and Kurt could tell that he was nervous and that he had no idea what was going to come.
"It doesn't have to mean anything," Sebastian said, "we were both drunk. It happens. It happens a lot."
Kurt could understand his reasoning and yet there was also that part of him that wanted to do it again. He wanted to press Sebastian into the couch and kiss him and not have alcohol thrumming through him as he did so he could really enjoy it.
"What are you thinking?" Sebastian asked.
The thing was, it was Sebastian. Sebastian who despite being his friend and confidant and with whom he couldn't really see a future. It was hard to think about Sebastian as someone that might ever be interested in a relationship. But on the other hand, Kurt was very aware of the fact that it didn't matter because the person he wanted to have forever with was Blaine. It didn't mean he couldn't have some fun.
Kurt thought back to what Brittany had told him, about how he couldn't just wait around. Blaine had a boyfriend. Sue had tried and failed to break them up and Kurt liked Sebastian. He was comfortable with Sebastian.
"I'm thinking," he said slowly, "that I can't keep waiting. I love Blaine. But Brittany was right and you were right. I have to move on, even if it's just for now."
"Kurt? What?"
Kurt took a deep breath. "You keep offering, and I kept turning you down, but how about we try and see what this is?"
Kurt drank the water quickly and he set down the empty glass on the table.
"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked and his eyes were wide in surprise.
"If you're willing, yeah," Kurt said and he shrugged his shoulders which made his head throb a little, "something simple and easy and fun. No commitments, no declarations of love or anything like that."
Sebastian frowned at him and then reached to place a hand on Kurt's forehead. "Are you alright?" he asked, "this doesn't sound like you."
Kurt grabbed his hand, keeping it between his own. "Let's just try," he whispered, "unless you don't want to."
There seemed to be a debate going on inside Sebastian, because he didn't seem to know what to say and Kurt almost felt like laughing in surprise because he had never expected to be able to perplex Sebastian that much.
"Okay," Sebastian said eventually, "I feel like I'm going to regret this, but okay."
Kurt grinned. "Awesome. So, will you drive me home now because I do have to get to work."
"Of course," Sebastian said, but he stepped closer and grabbed Kurt's hand, "but first—"
Sebastian kissed him and Kurt melted right into it. He felt Sebastian's arms come around him, and he settled his arms around his neck, pulling himself closer and groaning against Sebastian when he laved and pulled at his bottom lip between his teeth before letting go and pulling back to look at him.
"Could do that all day," Kurt whispered.
Sebastian chuckled and he leaned in and kissed him again, just a brush of their lips quick and easy.
Sebastian dropped Kurt off at his house, and after an awkward moment when Kurt didn't know if he should lean over and kiss Sebastian, or hug him, Sebastian made his mind up for him, cupping Kurt's cheek and kissing him gently.
"I could get used to that," Sebastian said.
"Hmmm, me too."
Had he not known that Sam would be picking him up at any moment, Kurt would have kissed Sebastian some more, but instead he got out of the car with an, "I'll call you later."
He got ready in record time, and when he was ready to go, he found his dad and Carole in the kitchen eating breakfast.
"Have fun last night, kid?" His dad asked.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes. Need a ride?"
Kurt prepared himself a piece of toast, but he shook his head. "Sam should be here in a minute."
"You really shouldn't drink on a school night," his dad said.
"Thanks for telling me that now," Kurt said and groaned.
His dad and Carole laughed just as Kurt's toast popped out of the toaster. He spread butter on it, poured coffee in a to-go mug, and by the time that he was halfway through his toast his phone chimed because Sam was waiting for him outside.
"Hey, man," Sam said as he got into the car.
"Hi," Kurt said, "so Rachel's back today."
Sam nodded. "Her dad is picking her up in a couple of hours and she'll come to the school afterwards so we can sing to Santana and Brittany. Mercedes went to see Mr. Shuester yesterday to see if he wants to join us and of course Blaine's going to be around again."
Kurt nodded. He finished his toast and sipped at the coffee.
It wasn't until they had finished singing to Brittany and Santana that Blaine came to the realization that everyone standing on the stage were his family from Kurt, to Rachel, to Sam, and even to Mr. Shuester. They were all his family and he loved and cherished each of them in different ways. Being able to be around them for the week had reminded him of everything they meant to him and he knew that he couldn't pull away from any of them again. They weren't just Kurt's friends and he could tell from the way that they had included him that they saw it the same way.
"I just want to keep celebrating," Mr. Shuester said, "how about you all come over for dinner tomorrow night. We can celebrate Brittany and Santana's engagement and just make a night of it."
"Don't leave me out of that," Kitty said, "or the rest of them."
Mr. Shuester laughed and he nodded. "The more the merrier. I'll let Emma know."
Rachel grinned. "We could all try and bring something so it's not all on your shoulders, Mr. Shue."
Everyone made plans and Blaine agreed to be there. He needed to really catch up with all of them because sometimes he found himself wondering about the things he'd missed in each of their lives while he was convincing himself that he didn't belong with them anymore. Dalton had made him feel like he was home, but he was starting to realize that home was also with his friends.
When he got back to the apartment later, Blaine was looking forward to the next night. Rachel and Mr. Shuester had assured him that Dave was welcome, but Blaine didn't know quite how he felt about bringing Dave along.
Sue had planted cracks in the relationship and Blaine had known from the beginning that it wasn't going to go anywhere, but he had felt like he needed Dave. Dave had been the first to really help him when he was starting to feel like himself again and he had been the support he needed but having the rest of them there and knowing that they would support him and help him if he reached out, it made him just a little more comfortable in admitting to himself that what he and Dave had wasn't what he needed.
Dave wasn't in the apartment when he arrived, but he got there soon after and he greeted Blaine with a quick peck.
"Practice was brutal," he said, "how was Dalton?"
"Alright," Blaine said, thinking about the twenty minutes he had spent there, during which he had given the boys the music they needed to work on before he left the council in charge.
"I, um, actually went to McKinley again. Santana and Brittany are getting married, you know, and they wanted to sing to them."
Dave nodded. "That's nice."
Blaine nodded. He couldn't help but think about how he and Kurt should have been the ones getting married. Their friends should have been getting together to sing to them and to celebrate their marriage. That wasn't what was happening, though. Blaine wasn't sure if it ever would, but he couldn't help but hope.
"I'll order something to eat," Dave said, "want anything in particular?"
Blaine shook his head. "I don't really care. Anything's fine."
He didn't find a time to tell Dave about the dinner party at Mr. Shuester's, not that he tried after he'd taken a shower, or while they ate the Chinese food Dave had ordered. Instead, Blaine let Dave go on and on about his football practice.
"You're being quiet tonight," Dave said
"Just tired I guess," Blaine said.
Sebastian was really and properly freaking out. After dropping off Kurt and really letting it all sink in, he had gone straight to his grandfather in the hope that he might be enough of a distraction so that Sebastian could stop thinking about Kurt and whatever it was that they were now. There was going to be a conversation about it. He just knew it.
The part of him that wanted to call Elliott kept getting overpowered by the part that knew that Kurt would get mad at him if he spoke to Elliott before they had really figured things out.
There just hadn't been enough time that morning and Sebastian was starting to let his doubts creep in now that Kurt wasn't standing in front of him looking adorable in his hung over state. Maybe it was all a mistake.
"Hey, Sebastian, he's in his room today. Not feeling too well," the receptionist said when he stepped inside.
"Alright," he said and signed himself in before he continued to the room.
It wasn't rare for his grandfather to stay in his room when Sebastian visited, but more often than not he was out and about in his wheelchair because he hated being in the confined space of his room.
The door to his room was open, which wasn't surprising, and his grandfather was sitting in his bed, a blanket covering his legs and his eyes trained on the television in front of him.
"Hey, there, gramps," Sebastian said as he stepped inside.
"I almost expected your mother," he said, "but I'll take you instead."
He looked paler than usual, but not any less himself and Sebastian was well aware that he tended to have some bad days. Still, his mom had definitely over-exaggerated his condition.
"She went back to New York," Sebastian said, "one of her patients had a break down or something. I'm not sure on the details. But, she told me dad was coming next week."
It was easy to just hang out with his grandfather, and if he noticed that Sebastian was a little distracted, he didn't say anything. Instead they watched whatever was on tv. Sebastian even helped when he needed to eat his lunch.
"How's your boy?" he asked when Sebastian was preparing to leave.
"He's not my…well, there's been a development."
Sebastian couldn't help but grin at the smile that his grandfather gave him. "Good for you, Seb."
He picked Kurt up, and was surprised when Kurt actually met him in the parking lot.
"Hi," Kurt said when he got into the car.
"Hi yourself," Sebastian said and impulsively leaned towards him and kissed him, something that was just a little more than a peck, "how are you feeling?"
Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "A little better," he said, "but I should probably get some more sleep."
Sebastian had almost been prepared for Kurt to demand that they have a conversation about the entire thing, but of course it was exactly what Kurt didn't demand of him.
"I'll drop you off then," Sebastian said and he couldn't help but sound a little disappointed.
Kurt let out a sigh. "You are coming to be my pillow and I'm sure you also need some sleep. Not to mention I suck at naps."
"How does one suck at naps?" Sebastian asked.
"I am really bad at getting myself to fall asleep willingly in the middle of the day. But I am tired, and I've been known to fall asleep around you so…"
Sebastian could see right through it. Kurt just wanted him to stick around. He didn't want to call him out on it though, so instead he just nodded and drove to Kurt's house. He followed Kurt up to his room, and Kurt grinned at him.
"Doctor Who?" Kurt asked.
Sebastian couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, sure," he said.
It was all just like normal. They sat on his bed and Kurt covered them both with the blanket he kept folded at the end of his bed. They didn't talk for a while, both of them focusing on the episode. Then, Kurt sighed and he moved closer. Sebastian took a breath and he opened his arms.
"Come here," he said and Kurt gladly moved into his arms, leaning into Sebastian and resting his head on his shoulder.
It didn't take long for Kurt to fall asleep after that and Sebastian tried not to disturb him.
When he woke up later, it was because someone coughed. He and Kurt were wrapped up together, their positions had shifted only slightly from when Sebastian had fallen asleep, but enough for them to be curled into each other. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at Kurt's dad. He shifted slightly, pulling away from Kurt, and it was enough to wake up Kurt.
"So," he said, "did you ever think you needed to tell me you had a new boyfriend?"
Kurt sat up, rolling away from Sebastian and rubbing at his eyes. "Dad," he said, "I –"
"I'll be downstairs. Join Carole and I for dinner in five minutes?"
He left, closing the door behind him.
"So," Kurt said, "that was my dad."
Sebastian nodded. "I saw."
Kurt rolled his eyes and he grabbed Sebastian's hands. "It changes nothing," he said, squeezed his hands, and then let them go.
Sebastian knew he had to ask. He couldn't go and properly meet Kurt's parents without having all the information. Kurt's dad had assumed he was Kurt's boyfriend and Sebastian had no idea if that was even what he was.
"Kurt, what are we?"
Kurt who had stood up from the bed turned to look at him. "I'm in love with someone else," Kurt said, "and it's not something that I can just sweep under the rug."
"I know this," Sebastian said, "this, whatever it is, I know it's temporary. But, Kurt, you need to tell me what you want from me. Do you want to be friends with something more? Do you want me to be your boyfriend, or to date you, or to sleep with you? What do you want?"
"You," Kurt said, "I want you. And, Sebastian, you don't do relationships."
Sebastian knew that he could leave it that. What they would have would land somewhere between friends with benefits and really good friends and he would be fine with it, but this was Kurt. It was Kurt Hummel and Sebastian couldn't imagine a Kurt that would be okay with such an arrangement. A part of him wanted to just pull back and to stop anything from happening at all but he couldn't deny that he wanted Kurt.
So he moved closer, still on the bed, so that he was kneeling in front of Kurt and he met his gaze. "To make it clear, I would be happy to be your boyfriend."
Kurt stared at him and he smiled before he cupped Sebastian's face in both hands. "Well then, hello, boyfriend." When Kurt kissed him this time it was sweet and gentle and when he pulled away, Sebastian tried to follow him.
"Come on, they're waiting for us," Kurt said, "I'll be in the bathroom."
Sebastian was slightly a bit rumpled from their nap. His shirt was wrinkled and his hair was sticking up. In front of Kurt's mirror he tried to fix it so it didn't look as messy, but there was nothing to do about his clothes.
Author's Note: Next chapter will probably be up on Tuesday. I won't have time to go over the next few chapters until then because of school and work and ch. 18 - 20 need a bit of editing. And Tuesday is my next day off after today and today I will be spending the day writing an essay and other homework.