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"I've realised I don't have your phone number."
Sebastian sent Kurt this private message on Facebook four days after their night together, surprising him. Truth to be told, Kurt hadn't told anyone yet about the weird thing the two boys had going on. Mostly, because he was not even sure what this thing was, and also, because he was an emotional mess these days.
Blaine was still on his mind. The former lover no longer held a prominent place on Kurt's thoughts, but the heartache was still there, somehow. Granted, Kurt was having a hard time feeling that heartache, but their love had indeed left a mark on him. And there were only so many emotions a guy could handle.
However, Kurt couldn't help but smile when he read Sebastian's PM. Dared he admit it? Kurt wanted to meet Sebastian again. He knew it was not a clever thing to do, not when he could get so easily conflicted about his own emotions. But he really wanted to.
Kurt re-read the message. Short and to the point, he thought amused.
"Well hello meerkat, how you've been, I've been fine, nice of you to ask me…"
"Sebastian Smythe is writing…" Kurt read.
"Your phone number ;)"
Kurt rolled his eyes at the screen. Then sighed and typed in his number.
His phone started to ring.
"You know, I've always wondered how you spelt 'meerkat'" Kurt heard Sebastian's voice at the end of the line, arrogant. "For a while I even thought that you made up the word" the boy chuckled.
"It never occurred to you to look it up?" Kurt asked sarcastically.
"No, really – I thought you made up the word" Sebastian insisted, amused.
Kurt sighed exasperated. "I don't just make up words!" he defended.
Sebastian seemed pleased at Kurt's exasperation. "Now I know that, sweet cheeks" said the boy, suggestively.
"I don't like that nickname" Kurt argued playfully. "Whatever happened to gayface? I've kind of grown fond of it" he pouted, even if Sebastian could not see him.
"I knew you loved it" Sebastian joked, making his voice sound lower, and deeper. Kurt gulped down, avoiding hard to feel the arousal that voice usually made him feel.
"Anyway" Kurt decided to change the subject, blushing noticeably. Thank God they were on the phone. "What do you want, Sebastian?" Kurt emphasised. Had Sebastian phoned him to chit chat?
"Mmh, you wanna know what I've noticed?" the boy didn't wait for Kurt's response. "You only call me 'Bas' in bed." Sebastian's tone kept going lower, and Kurt's arousal kept growing. "It's kind of hot" Sebastian added, his voice going impossibly deeper.
"I- do?" Kurt mumbled, awkwardly.
"Mhm" Sebastian made, agreeing. "I think I'll use that to know when you're turned on" he continued.
Dear Lord, are we dirty talking? Kurt wondered, frantically. He had never dirty talked before. "Oh" he made, unsure of what to say. "Okay" he added nervously, trying to keep his breathing steady.
"Damn, Kurt - it's so easy to make you nervous" Sebastian said, but the boy wasn't laughing at Kurt. He actually sounded affected. And Kurt wondered if the arousal he was feeling could be mutual. That encouraged him to talk.
"Not everybody makes me this nervous" Kurt complimented Sebastian, feeling awkwardly tempted to play along. "But it's quite… different – refreshing even" he tentatively added. "I like it" Kurt let slip.
"Yeah?" Sebastian whispered. "What else do you like?" he demanded.
Kurt swallowed hard the nod on his throat. "I like it when you talk to me" he said, then bit his own fist and closed his eyes, unbearably embarrassed by his incapability to deny Sebastian anything.
"You like it when I tell you how much I want you?" Sebastian added quickly, not missing a single beat.
"Yeah, well-" Kurt had meant more than that. "Not just when you- talk to me suggestively – which I do like, but… also- when you just… talk" Oh God, how awkward I am? He mentally slapped himself.
"When I just… talk?" Sebastian asked, confused by Kurt's response.
"Yeah- I mean…" Oh, crap. "You- your voice when-…" I'm losing it.
"You like my voice?" Sebastian cut him, trying to figure him out.
"Yeah" Kurt rushed to add, feeling thankful. That's less embarrassing than I like it when you talk to me about stuff, he thought. And also, it wasn't untrue. "I like your voice" he giggled awkwardly.
Sebastian made a warm sound, like he had just breathed out. Maybe it made no sense, but Kurt thought that was the sound of Sebastian's smiles. "Okay" Sebastian said, amused.
Then they fell in silence. That unsettled Kurt, who couldn't tell if the silence was pleasant or not.
He sighed. "I suck at dirty talking, don't I?" Kurt wondered out loud, mostly to break the silence.
Sebastian chuckled. "Nah, you're just sweet, gayface. There's nothing wrong with that."
Kurt wondered if Sebastian really meant that. He doubted 'being sweet' could count as 'appropriate' for dirty talking.
"I like it" Sebastian added, and Kurt saw all his doubts disappear – he even imagined those as balloons, being punctured by Sebastian's words.
You're just sweet… I like it. Kurt felt a warm smile climbing up his lungs. Then, up his throat. And then, making a triumphal exit through his lips. "When am I seeing you?" he asked, unwilling to deal with how little he cared anymore about his doubts and insecurities towards Sebastian. For once in a long time, Kurt was feeling accepted just the way he was. And that was all that mattered.
"How about this afternoon?" Sebastian suggested.
"I have a double shift at the diner" Kurt lamented. Dammit.
"When you're done, then" the other boy said. "I can pick you up and grab a bite there. I'm actually quite curious about the place" Sebastian chuckled. Kurt freaked out a bit but recovered himself fast enough.
"Oh – that could work" Kurt answered, somewhat nervously. That could so not work, he thought. Santana would be there. And his co-workers. But mostly, Santana would be there. Then why the hell did he agree? Kurt panicked. "Although, you know- it's school night" he said, feeling stupid enough. They weren't in high school anymore.
Sebastian laughed. "So what?"
"Oh. Nothing- I just, well, I wake up really early in the mornings" Kurt tried to disguise.
"Kurt, we don't have to meet tonight" the boy chuckled, like he knew this wasn't a good idea for Kurt, somehow. Damn his perception, Kurt mentally coursed. "Text me whenever you want, okay?" Sebastian added, patiently.
"But I want to meet tonight…" Kurt said, lowly. He knew he wasn't making any sense for Sebastian. Okay, just say it. "Look, it's just that- Sebastian… do you remember Santana?" Kurt asked, tentatively.
"Oh" Sebastian said, then went mute.
"You do" Kurt deduced. "I know it's silly, but she works with me at the diner, and… well, she's also one of my roommates… and my life would be so much easier if I could avoid her instigating interrogatories" Kurt cut his rant short, wondering if he sounded childish.
"Right" Sebastian added after a few seconds, understanding. "She's not my biggest fan, if I recall correctly. I guess it wouldn't be a good idea" the boy commented sadly. Sadly? Was Kurt losing it… or did Sebastian sound disappointed?
Kurt noticed he wasn't really explaining himself too well, but the mere image of Santana going full of accusations on him made him wanna call off their plans. So he really didn't have much of a choice. "So, anyway, can I meet you at your place?"
"My place?" Sebastian asked, sounding confused. "I mean- sure, if you want to" Sebastian said, but he didn't seem as certain as he usually did.
"Oh, I just thought- Where else could we meet?" Kurt asked, also feeling uncertain.
Sebastian chuckled. "I don't know… a bar?" the boy suggested ironically.
Then it hit Kurt. He had assumed Sebastian would want to go somewhere they could get physical. But why? Seriously, why did he keep assuming things? He actually slapped his own forehead. Fix this, you idiot.
"Sure! Right- a bar would be great" Kurt commented cheerily. Maybe too cheerily. Okay, don't overdo it. "The Irish pub was awesome, by the way. Thank you for that" he added timidly.
"I'm glad you liked it" said Sebastian, truly.
They fell in silence, again, although this time was kind of pleasant. Kurt's mind wandered back to the Irish pub, and he found himself smiling.
"Kurt?" Sebastian suddenly asked. Kurt startled, remembering they were on the phone.
"Yeah?" Kurt said quickly.
"I like your voice too" Sebastian said calmly, unexpectedly. Kurt's eyes went wide with shock, and he felt extremely grateful for the invention of telephones. Otherwise, he'd had to control his reactions right now.
Since Sebastian could not see him, he tumbled into his bed, unable to move a single muscle. He was petrified. "You do?"
"I do" Sebastian stated, like it was no big deal. "Especially when you whisper things like 'I want you' on my ear. You know how hot that was? I cannot take that image from my mind" Sebastian's voice sounded aroused, again.
Kurt remembered the scene. He had been unable to think of anything else during those four days. Something had woken up inside him when having his body so tightly pressed against Sebastian's. Sebastian's neck was quite the eighth wonder.
"I'd do it again. As many times as you wanted me to." Kurt had no idea what possessed him to say that. But his whole mind was floating far away from there. His mind was on Sebastian's bed right now, to be more specific. God, what's happening to me?
"Damn, Kurt, you have no idea what you're doing to me" Sebastian said hoarsely, more affected than ever. Kurt almost felt bad – but then he realised that maybe Sebastian was affected in a good way. Kurt wasn't entirely sure of that, though.
"Something good, I hope?" Kurt asked timidly.
Sebastian breathed out, making that sound again that Kurt read as the sound of Sebastian's smiles. "Yes. Something good, trust me" the other boy chuckled.
Kurt smiled like an idiot. "I'm glad, then" he said, mouth full.
Then Kurt had the craziest idea. Maybe it was the hormones – maybe it was Sebastian's intoxicating confidence, but he wanted to take Sebastian up on the offer of picking him up at the diner.
"You know what? Screw Santana. Meet me at the diner" he said before he could regret it.
There was a silence. "… You're sure about that?" Sebastian asked him. "Really, we can meet somewhere else."
"I am" Kurt assured him, although he had no idea where all his certainty was coming from. He only knew he just hadn't in himself to turn down Sebastian's offer on anything right now. Because he didn't want to, mostly. "You're gonna hate the place. It'll be fun" Kurt joked.
Sebastian laughed. "All right, then" he paused, then breathed out (smiled, Kurt imagined). "See you later, gayface."
"See you, meerkat" Kurt said.
/
Okay, so maybe that hadn't been Kurt's finest idea. Kurt felt freaking nervous during the whole first shift, unable to really focus at work. More than once his boss asked him if everything was okay with him, and more than twice he found Santana eyeing him suspiciously.
On their second break, Santana grasped Kurt's arm and took him outside, not even giving him a warning.
"Spill" she demanded Kurt, whose face had gone pale. He was screwed and he knew it.
Except that he wasn't, because he was also feeling very proud of himself. He was making his own choices rather than trying to please everybody.
"I'm meeting Sebastian here in half an hour" Kurt stated, suddenly experiencing a strength he didn't know he had in himself.
"I knew it!" Santana screamed. "I knew there was something odd about that!" she accused Kurt, while pointing to her forehead, where it was supposed to be placed her third Mexican eye.
Kurt rolled his eyes at her. "Whatever. Are you done?" he asked coldly.
"Wow. Who would have guessed, the lady grew a pair" Santana remarked maliciously. Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, annoyed, then turned around to leave, but the girl wouldn't let him. "All right, all right, Kurt" she insisted. "Tell me, why are you doing this?"
"What?" Kurt asked confused. What am I doing, exactly? He wondered – Santana didn't know that much about Sebastian and him.
"I can only think of two options" the girl continued, as if she hadn't heard Kurt, "either the horse-teeth slut drugged you, or – and I really hope it's not this one – you're doing this to get back at Blaine, which is so not cool, Hummel. Trust me, I'd be all for giving the dwarf a taste of his-"
"Santana!" Kurt cut her. He had heard enough non-sense. "You're absolutely wrong! God, you could not be any more wrong" Kurt sighed. Explaining this would be harder than he had imagined. "First of all, you don't even know what I'm doing" he protested.
"Oh, but I do, Kurt. This has 'cheap sex' written all over the place" she moved her hand exaggeratedly on a gesture full of attitude.
That hit a nerve on Kurt. He would not have it. "Okay, second: you're gonna need to be nicer when he's here" Kurt demanded her, eyeing the girl furiously. Santana was taken aback by the bitchy glare Kurt was giving her. "And third: Sebastian is not cheap" he stated this last bit fiercely. "You may go mind your own business now" Kurt said, trying to calm himself down.
Wow. Not even four weeks ago, Kurt would have agreed and laughed along when hearing that Sebastian was cheap. Santana's reaction was actually quite understandable. But that didn't mean it was justified – Kurt had learnt. Now, he knew better than to judge Sebastian. Now, he found himself defending the boy from those who made the same mistake. But how could he explain that to Santana?
Santana regarded him at awe. "What the actual hell, lady pants? Do you actually like the little slut?" she asked, perplexed.
Kurt didn't know where to hide. He hadn't dared to ask that question to himself yet. Do I? "Not now, Santana" he pleaded, feeling suddenly really uncomfortable. Kurt was starting to realise that it had been some very intense weeks, and maybe he was not granting himself enough time to deal with all of it.
But he wouldn't regret having Sebastian over at the diner. At least, not when the boy would be there any minute. Right now, he would ignore Santana and all the questions that needed to be answered – not to her, but to himself.
/
About twenty minutes later, Kurt spotted a pair of green eyes and a bright smile looking right back at him. The minute he saw Sebastian entering the diner, Kurt remembered why he had felt that rush of confidence when telling the boy to come over. Kurt just wanted to see him. As simple as that. And he felt instantly warmer.
Kurt approached the boy cheerfully. "Hey" Kurt greeted him, grinning.
"Hey yourself" Sebastian said back, playful. "You were right" Sebastian commented, casting him an apologetic look, then he came closer to whisper something on Kurt's ear while placing his hand on Kurt's forearm: "I hate the place already." Sebastian chuckled and took a step back. "It's so tacky" he joked.
Kurt laughed along. "I told you!" He agreed. "You want a table? Or you wanna wait for me at the bar? It'll be fifteen minutes top, I promise" Kurt assured him.
"The bar sounds fine" said the other boy.
Kurt walked Sebastian to the bar and passed him a menu: "I'll give you a minute" he chuckled nervously. Kurt turned around to attend another table, but came across Santana mid-way there. The girl simply raised an eye-brow at him, challenging him to stop her. Then Kurt saw her approaching Sebastian.
"Kiddo, those eggs are getting cold!" a cheeky old man shook Kurt out of his trance. Then Kurt watched his own hand, noticed the trays and realised he had yet some work to do.
Sebastian can take her, Kurt thought. It was very unlikely that Sebastian would need his help, right? He hurried to deliver the food on the trays, though, almost tripping with his own feet twice.
When he was done, Kurt found Sebastian alone. No sign of Santana whatsoever. He frowned, looking around, expecting to find her hidden somewhere. Sebastian turned around and caught Kurt's detective-like expression.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked amused.
"Nothing!" Kurt startled. "You wanna order?" he offered instead.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, in disbelief. But Kurt showed him his best poker face. "Santana took my order" Sebastian said.
Kurt's poker face fell. "She what?!" he asked Sebastian with an unpleasantly piercing tone.
Sebastian chuckled. "She took my order" he repeated, slower.
Kurt didn't get it. "Oh" he made while rubbing his own forehead. "Okay" he smiled awkwardly. "Was she her usual lovely self?"
"Yep" Sebastian answered sarcastically, but didn't return the look. He looked really interested in the menu all of a sudden. Kurt found it suspicious.
"Mmh" Kurt made, nodding. "I'm sure she was" he played along.
"Fifteen minutes, you said?" Sebastian asked him, playing the disinterested.
"I hope so" Kurt offered with less confidence than Sebastian apparently wanted to see.
"Do me a favour?" Sebastian asked again, still focused on the menu. "Keep an eye on my food? While she's there… in the kitchen?" he looked at Kurt then, face full of terror.
"Oh dear Gaga, what did she say to you?!" Kurt asked, panicking now.
Then Sebastian laughed, openly. "I'm messing with you, Kurt."
Kurt slapped Sebastian's shoulder, outraged, but relaxed a bit. He was sure Santana had said something harsh to Sebastian, though. If she hadn't yet, she would do it eventually. "She gave you a hard time, then?" Kurt asked again, more seriously.
"Don't sweat" Sebastian dismissed Kurt's concern. "I can take care of myself. Though I'm flattered you're worried" the boy added and winked.
"You'd be worried too if you knew her as I do…" Kurt murmured. "Well… see you in a bit" he promised.
Kurt hurried to the kitchen, knowing that Santana wouldn't be shy about how she attacked the other boy.
"So… what will it be?" Kurt asked, cautiously pacing the kitchen. "Spit on his food… or his drink?"
Santana snorted. "Please" she rolled her eyes. "The slut is not worth losing my job, Hummel."
"Okay, stop calling him that" Kurt pointed an accusing finger at her, "and tell me what the hell you did – or are about to do" he asked suspiciously, looking around the kitchen.
"Nothing, nothing" Santana said calmly, moving her hand in a way that looked like she was impersonating Mother Theresa. "I simply gave him a friendly reminder."
Sweet Gaga, Kurt gulped down. "Which was…?"
But Santana ignored him. She approached Kurt and gently patted his back, making him feel patronised. "Leave that to Auntie Snixx."
/
The longest fifteen minutes of Kurt's life went by tensely. He was getting orders all the time, so he could barely keep an eye on Sebastian. This wasn't a good idea, he found himself thinking every time he saw Santana near the other boy. But then he would lock eyes with Sebastian, who would smile at him warmly, and… then Kurt would forget what he was so scared about.
When he finally exited the bathroom wearing a decent outfit, Sebastian was taking out his wallet.
"No, no, no" Kurt rushed to stop him, grabbing Sebastian's hand. "I already took care of this. My treat" he said cheerily.
"Thanks, sweet cheeks" Sebastian said. "Shall we go, then?" he asked, getting up.
"Please" Kurt added frantically, directing them to exit the place. "And I told you I don't like 'sweet cheeks'!" Kurt protested.
Sebastian simply smirked, placing his arm around Kurt's shoulders to grant himself better access to Kurt's neck and ear. "That's what you always say at first…" Sebastian whispered, amused.
Kurt blushed, because he knew it was true. He had ended up liking some things Sebastian did that he used to disdain. Or the boy himself. Did I just admit that I like the meerkat? He wondered, freaked out.
"You're gonna tell me what Santana did to you?" Kurt asked, forcing a must needed change of subject.
"Jeez – relax, Kurt" Sebastian said while squeezing Kurt's arm. "She didn't threaten my life or anything" he joked.
Kurt rolled his eyes, although he liked how Sebastian's hand felt on his arm. "That's not what I'm worried about… she can be incredibly harsh when she wants to" Kurt admitted, giving the boy an apologetic smile.
Sebastian smiled, looking noticeably amused. "And I can't?" he asked.
Kurt regarded him for a moment. Right, he had somehow forgotten how harsh Sebastian could be. Maybe it was Santana that he needed to be worried about.
"Were you…?" Kurt asked, shocked. "Harsh on her?" he added, when he noticed Sebastian looked confused.
"Would you be upset if I was?" Sebastian asked him, contemplating him seriously. Kurt felt like Sebastian was testing him.
The thing he liked the most about Sebastian is how accepted the boy made him feel. Kurt could be himself all the time. Wouldn't it be unfair to deny Sebastian the freedom to be himself too? And most of all, wouldn't that spoil whatever they had?
Kurt bit his lip. He knew Sebastian could see he had doubts. So he chose to be honest. "I wouldn't love it" he admitted. "But that'd be your call, not mine" he added, staring at Sebastian with resolution.
Sebastian observed him with an unreadable expression. So Kurt tried to clear the tense air. "Anyway" he cleared his throat and smiled nervously, "I don't really know why I was so worried – after all, Santana and you are not that different" Kurt joked.
"I'm sure I'm not gonna like this, but why is that?" Sebastian asked, regaining his usual arrogant expression.
Kurt giggled. "I actually meant it in a good way, idiot." He mindlessly put his hand on the small of Sebastian' back, feeling calmer. Kurt didn't usually give public shows of affection – he really had to feel very comfortable to do so, or unaware of himself. "She surprised me too. For the better" he added.
Then Kurt saw it again. Those brief moments when Sebastian didn't know what to do, or say, after receiving a compliment. And suddenly Kurt was very aware of his own words and actions again.
Kurt awkwardly took his hand back, and used it to comb his own hair instead, to disguise the gesture. "I mean – there's more to both of you than the harshness" Kurt added frantically. "She's a really good friend" he nodded nervously, to confirm it. "And… well- you're- not bad either" Kurt giggled nervously.
Sebastian gave him a side smile, then his expression got a little serious. "Kurt, I never-" he started, but it seemed like he was having a hard time finding the right words. He looked at Kurt, no signs of a smirk, a smile or suggestive faces of any kind. Just Sebastian. "I never apologised properly for how I mistreated you in high school" Sebastian finally said. Kurt widened his eyes.
"Oh- Sebastian, you don't have to-" Kurt started, but Sebastian cut him.
"But I do" Sebastian insisted, looking noticeably uncomfortable. "I was an asshole" he chuckled briefly, even though he didn't look amused. He looked nervous. "The other night, when you said we were starting to know each other now… I realised – we can't just do that. It's like you overlooked the fact that I never apologised to you" Sebastian explained, astonished. "I also judged you prematurely back in the day, Kurt" he said, staring right at him. "I'm sorry for that."
Kurt didn't even know what to say. He was puzzled. The boy in front of him was definitely not the boy he met in high school. He realised, little by little, that Sebastian's current self was making up so fast for his old one, that soon enough Kurt wouldn't even remember he used to disdain Sebastian. The speed of the whole process overwhelmed him. But mostly, Sebastian's generous smile overwhelmed him.
Kurt's thumbs were rubbing Sebastian's forearms before he could stop them. "It wasn't that bad" Kurt smiled kindly, while comforting Sebastian with his own hands. "But I appreciate it. Though I had already forgiven you" he assured Sebastian, shyly.
Sebastian gave Kurt one of his brightest smiles. One of those Kurt thought that could lighten up the dark. Dear Gaga, what's happening?
/
"Why are we doing this, again?" Kurt asked Sebastian, while sitting reluctantly on the suspiciously sticky red seat. They were in some old cinema which was only used to play erotic movies now. Yes, that was right. Erotic movies.
Sebastian looked at Kurt excitedly and run a hand over said boy's neck, feeling it. "I told you – it's gonna be fun" he smirked.
"Oh Sweet Gaga, why did I even listen to you?" Kurt whispered frantically, getting more uncomfortable any second. If the room wasn't tacky and filthy enough, it was more crowded every minute, and the guys entering it did not look good at all. Most of them came by themselves, and there were only two other couples, sat strategically at the back of the room. Real couples, Kurt corrected himself, not 'other couples'.
"Kurt…" Sebastian whispered, caressing gently Kurt's thigh. "I promise you, I'm gonna make this good, okay?" he asked this last bit on Kurt's ear, making the boy shiver. Kurt did not want to know what Sebastian meant. He simply gulped down and nodded nervously. "Good. You just need to trust me" Sebastian added, then bit Kurt's chin.
"Hey!" Kurt whispered, looking everywhere to see if there was any pervert watching them. "Don't give them any extra material, Sebastian" Kurt told him off.
Sebastian chuckled. "Our raw is empty, Kurt. And these seats are high enough to hide what we're doing" he explained on a calmed tone, pressing a little further his fingers on Kurt's thigh.
Kurt was shocked. "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, right?" Kurt looked at him astonished, terrified even. "Please, Sebastian" he squeezed the other boy's hand, "tell me this is not why you brought me here" he pleaded.
Kurt felt incredibly uncomfortable with the whole situation. He would not share his private, sexual life with strangers. No freaking way.
Sebastian took in Kurt's anxiety and looked a little astonished himself. "I wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to, Kurt" he said sincerely. But he didn't deny he was suggesting that – Kurt realised. Maybe Sebastian was a little bit of an exhibitionist. "And no, that's not why I brought you here" Sebastian continued.
"Then why did you?" Kurt rushed to ask.
Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his own hair. "Have you ever watched… 'Taxi Driver'?" he asked Kurt.
Kurt shook his head as to say 'no'. Sebastian squeezed his knee. "Okay. Well, there's this scene, when Robert De Niro brings his hot date to the movies… and it's a movie theatre just like this one" he chuckled.
"You mean… adult themed?" Kurt supplied.
"Exactly" Sebastian agreed, staring at him like an excited little kid. "Of course, she's very reluctant. Just like you. And also, it's their first date. They barely know each other" Sebastian kept explaining, like it was the funniest thing ever. Kurt couldn't hide his face of displeasure. "So when the movie starts and she can't take it anymore, she leaves the room, outraged" Sebastian chuckled, lowly.
"I really can't understand you right now" Kurt said, unsure of whether to laugh or not. "Oh" he made then, startling. He even shifted his weight nervously on his seat. "Is that what you expect me to do?" he asked, a little anxious. Oh my, is this a trap?
"What?- No!" Sebastian looked really amused. He took Kurt's hand to stop Kurt from getting up. "I was actually kind of hoping that you would stay and watch the movie with me" the boy added, somewhat nervously.
Kurt casted him a confused look. "Then why did you tell me that? If not to scare me away…" he murmured the last part, and sat himself properly again.
"Well, I…" Sebastian stared at Kurt at a loss for words. "I really don't know" he chuckled. "I guess I just… I've always wanted to do the same, you know? I mean, how awkward is to bring someone here, right?" he actually asked Kurt, almost laughing, as if Kurt was not that someone he had brought there. Kurt was puzzled. He didn't even know what to say. "But the craziest part is, the guy didn't even know what he had done wrong. He actually thought that bringing his date here was the greatest idea ever" Sebastian explained, and this time he couldn't suppress a laugh.
"He what?" Kurt asked rhetorically, astonished.
"That's right" Sebastian nodded, amused. "So who was the victim there, huh? No one told the poor guy what a terrible idea that was."
"Sebastian" Kurt tried to keep a serious face, even though he wanted to slap the boy in front of him. "What did you actually learn from that story?"
"The girl couldn't see he was a misfit, Kurt" Sebastian stated, looking amazed indeed by the story. "She thought the guy took her for an easy woman" Sebastian looked at Kurt expectantly, but Kurt hadn't still quite got it. "I've always fantasied about coming here and succeeding to make someone stay and appreciate the movie" he turned around to look forward, to the screen. "The guy just liked these movies, that's all."
Kurt observed him. Sebastian was being serious – he simply enjoyed the idea of watching the movie and putting himself on the poor guy's shoes. Kurt thought this was the most bizarre decision he had ever made, but something about Sebastian's excitement made him wanna play along.
"Okay. Let's watch it" Kurt whispered, squeezing Sebastian's knee. Sebastian turned around to face him again, grinning like an idiot. "But no touching above the thigh, meerkat" Kurt threatened him. There was a limit.