Kurt slept in late, which he would normally never do. His schedule was too important a thing to him to surrender to the frivolous luxury of sleep. Even on the weekends, he made it a point to be awake and out of bed by seven. It was now ten o'clock on a Saturday, and Kurt was still blissfully, unapologetically asleep. He couldn't help himself. Sleep felt too good. If his alarm went off right that second, he would just let it ring. He had slept more soundly in the last six hours than he had in a long time, definitely since before this whole stupid Dom/sub pairing fiasco. But all good things eventually come to an end, and bit by bit, limb by limb, Kurt started to rise from sleep. He woke with a smile on his face, invigorated, refreshed. Every cell of his body felt quenched. He felt like a new person.

He had had the most incredible dream.

He was making love to Blaine, the love of his life, and it was by far the most incredible experience he'd ever had.

But it couldn't have been only a dream, not with the way he felt - his body sublimely heavy, every inch of his skin tingling, his bare back flush against the heat of another body behind his, the comforting weight of arms wrapped around him.

Everything about this felt right, felt perfect.

This was definitely where Kurt belonged.

Kurt smiled into the sunlight that warmed his face. He blinked a few times, his eyes still clouded from crying, but now he could put that all behind him. His vision cleared, and he saw white walls in a white room.

White walls?

Blaine's walls were green – a deep, sage green. Blaine called it a manly green. His father had chosen the color for him.

Kurt furrowed his brow and closed his eyes, backtracking in his fuzzy memory to the night before.

He saw himself climbing up from the basement, to the living room, heading toward the front door, arm extended, hand reaching out to the knob with his only conscious thought being to get to Blaine. But his body changed course, had taken him up stairs, down the hallway to the guest room – the one room that his father would have no doubt given to…

Kurt's eye popped open.

"No," he whispered.

Images of last night flooded back, words he had spoken echoing in his ears - touch me…kiss me…make love to me…

All commands – Dom commands – from Kurt, to his…

Kurt turned in the arms that held him and saw Sebastian sleeping peacefully behind him.

"No," Kurt moaned, scrambling out of bed, nearly tripping over his feet and collapsing to the floor. The air in the room felt cold in comparison to sleeping folded in Sebastian's embrace. Kurt looked down and noticed with dismay that he had no shirt, though he was certain he had gone to bed wearing one. He threw his arms over his chest to keep himself covered. He had pants on, but not his shirt. He stared at his skin and whimpered - his chest covered in new purple bruises and teeth marks. The front of his pants clung to him, a cold and damp spot right over his flaccid penis. He wanted to sob. He wanted to choke. He wanted to drop to the floor and die. "No, no, no, please, no…"

Sebastian woke as well, as soon as his Dom left his arms. He heard Kurt, and turned his face in the direction of his muttering.

"That's not what you were saying last night," a drowsy Sebastian remarked, rousing from sleep to the sound of Kurt' s repeated laments, his moaning sorrowfully like someone he loved had died. "Why don't you climb back into bed and we can ouch!" Sebastian shot up after a thick book smacked him on the forehead. "Kurt! What the fuck?" Sebastian rubbed his head, his eyes closed to block out the sunlight that only added to the pain. He had hoped that he could go back to sleep until he remembered where he was, and what he'd been doing. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Sebastian," Kurt said, his voice shaking, "I need to know something and I need you to be truthful."

"Yes, sir," Sebastian responded, the sub part of his mind adopting a more serious attitude in the face of his Dom's distress.

"Tell me, Sebastian…" Kurt swallowed hard. He didn't want to say it. If he said it, and Sebastian confirmed it, than it would be real, and Kurt didn't want it to be real. "Last night…did we…?"

"No, sir," Sebastian said firmly, shaking his head. "No, we didn't."

Kurt sighed, overwhelmed by relief, but then he registered the sound of Sebastian's relief and he frowned.

"Well, don't sound so happy," Kurt growled, a tinge of offense shadowing his embarrassment.

"I'm not," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes. "Believe it or not, stopping last night was the hardest thing I've had to do in a while, sir."

Kurt nodded but he forced himself not to smile. He didn't want Sebastian to know that any part of him was touched by that comment. The blush on his cheeks he couldn't help, but that could be explained away by his anger and surprise at finding himself in his sub's bed this morning. Kurt looked Sebastian over, sitting on the mattress with a sheet over his lap, one leg partially uncovered, exposed up to his hip.

"Then, why are you naked?" Kurt asked, scrunching his nose and wrapping his arms tighter around his torso.

"I always sleep naked, sir," Sebastian answered with a smirk and a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. Kurt sighed. That might prove to be problematic if Kurt's body insisted on dragging his tired ass up to Sebastian's room.

"Well, while you're here, can you please at least sleep with pants on?"

Sebastian had every intention of making a snarky remark, and surprisingly he felt like he could, like nothing would stop him, but as Kurt's request was just that, a request and not a command, he couldn't refuse.

"Yes, sir," he said. "I'm sorry, sir." He added the apology as an afterthought, to show his sincerity.

Kurt stared at his chest and the marks that he could see. Sebastian's skin seemed to be void of such bruises.

"So, we didn't have sex?" Kurt asked, a bit disbelieving considering the wetness on his pants.

"No, sir," Sebastian assured him. "We didn't."

A thought leapt to Kurt's head that he couldn't push away. He had heard rumors, and if Sebastian hadn't been his sub, he wouldn't have cared. He would have just felt sorry for the poor guy who got stuck with him.

As it turned out, Kurt was the poor guy who got stuck with Sebastian, so now he was concerned.

"Have you ever…?" Kurt asked

Sebastian tried to look smug when he answered, but again, and quite unlike him, he couldn't find it in him.

"Yes, sir," he said, dropping his eyes. "Yes, I have."

Kurt's face fell, his eyes full of anger…and heartbreak.

"Of course you have," Kurt said, hugging his body until his arms shook.

Blaine and I were waiting for each other. I don't even get that.

Sebastian felt guilty, and he hated feeling guilty. But why should he? This was his life. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. Sebastian should fell grateful that he got the chance, regardless of Kurt's hurt feelings and his little hissy fit.

"Give me a break, Kurt," Sebastian groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Who in the world would buy into that saving yourself crap?"

Kurt turned on Sebastian, eyes watery with tears and full of venom.

"I would!" he yelled. "I did! I was saving myself for the man that I loved! I wasn't about to just give myself away to anyone!"

Sticking to his guns in this situation didn't feel as good as Sebastian thought it would.

"So…you and Blaine…"

"No," Kurt snapped. "Not that it's your business, not that you care, but we never did. We were waiting. We were stupid and we waited because we thought everything was going to work out for us, that it would be better, that it would mean more, after we were matched. And now, even if I want to - and I really, really want to - I can't because of you!"

"I…" Sebastian stopped short of yelling at Kurt, of telling him to stop blaming all of this on him, that he didn't want any of this either, but he couldn't. Nothing was stopping him, oddly enough, he just couldn't, because something about the way Kurt's face crumbled made Sebastian want to run to his side, to hold him and soothe him.

But he didn't.

"So, what did we do?" Kurt asked through unshed tears.

"I…jerked you off," Sebastian admitted, speaking plainly and without emotion.

Kurt gasped, hugging himself harder, fingers biting into his flesh.

"God, you're so crass," Kurt said, shrinking in on himself, feeling embarrassed knowing that Sebastian had his hands on him. "Can't you find a better way to put it?"

"Excuse me, princess…uh, sir." The insult came out so naturally, but Sebastian didn't understand how. "How come I can talk to you like that?"

Kurt sighed.

"Because I gave you permission to do what you wanted as long as you are here," Kurt said sullenly, finding his t-shirt on the floor and bending down to pick it up, "and apparently what you want to do is insult me."

Sebastian's jaw dropped. He hadn't given it much thought. Calling Kurt princess and being sarcastic to one another was sort of their thing. Kurt's feelings had never entered into the equation.

Kurt pulled on his shirt and turned to the door, shoulders slumped, again hugging his torso. He stopped at the door with his hand on the knob.

"Keep your door locked at night from now on," Kurt commanded. "I have a feeling that's not the last time I'm going to end up here."

Sebastian found himself not wanting to agree, but he had been commanded.

"As you wish, sir."

A sharp knock shook the door, swinging it open a crack. Finn's head peeked in, looking at Kurt first, then at Sebastian shirtless in bed with the sheet covering him from the waist down. From where he stood at the doorway, Finn could tell that Sebastian was naked beneath his sheet, and he scowled.

"Hey, guys," Finn said, controling his temper to keep from making things more uncomfortable, "Burt wants to see you both downstairs."

"Thanks. We'll be down in a minute, Finn," Kurt said, hiding the emotions of the morning behind a weak excuse for a smile.

Finn smiled at his stepbrother, then aimed a disapproving glare at Sebastian, and backed out of the doorway. Kurt lingered until he heard Finn's heavy footsteps echo down the stairs.

"I'll wait outside the door," Kurt said. "Get dressed and we'll go down together. I mean, they'll all know I'm up here by now, so…"

"There's no reason to try and save face," Sebastian agreed. "Yeah. Just give me five seconds, sir."

Kurt and Sebastian headed down the stairs to the living room, Kurt leading his sub, both boys walking with heads bowed, expecting the scolding of a lifetime. Halfway down the staircase, they saw Burt and Carole seated side-by-side on the sofa, looking up at the two of them with neutral smiles on their faces. Whether they thought Kurt and Sebastian had slept together last night or not, it didn't show in their expressions, probably because if they had done the deed, it would have been considered inevitable.

Can't really unfuck someone once they've been fucked, Sebastian thought, and bit his tongue hard so as not to laugh.

"Hey, kids," Burt said, gesturing to the loveseat across from him, "why don't you both have a seat?"

Kurt stood aside to let Sebastian sit, then eyed the seat next to him. After last night, sitting that close to his sub didn't appeal to Kurt, and he took a seat on the arm, which earned him a disappointed glare from Burt.

"Sebastian," Burt started, focusing his attention on his son's sub, "I've spoken to your parents this morning. They're going to send your things."

Sebastian looked at Burt Hummel with wide eyes and a renewed respect.

"Really, sir?" he asked, shifting in his seat. He looked up for a moment to see Kurt's reaction, but Kurt looked entirely unconcerned. That didn't bother Sebastian.

It hurt him.

"Also," Burt continued, "they've agreed to turn over your trust fund, and you can keep your car."

Sebastian snuck another peek at Kurt and this time saw Kurt looking back at him with the same expression of confusion on his face. Kurt didn't know everything that had happened between Sebastian and his parents, but he could sense his sub's conflicted emotions, a twisted thread that was both elation and befuddlement.

"Man, you must be very persuasive, sir," Sebastian said with a smile that Kurt could feel in his blood, but Kurt knew from the look on his father's face that Sebastian's happiness would not last long.

There was something his father hadn't told them yet.

"Well, you're still a minor, and they have certain responsibilities toward you that they can't deny," Burt explained. "But they were generous."

Burt sighed, and Kurt held his breath, waiting for the bad news.

"So, should I go up there today and pick up my stuff, sir?" Sebastian asked. He was in no way looking forward to seeing his parents, but he needed a time out - time alone, time to get some wind in his hair and take his mind off all of this – and Kurt – for a while.

Burt looked nervously at Carole and took her hand. His eyes darted up to his son, begging Kurt to do something, anything, but either Kurt couldn't decipher his father's facial cues or he didn't care. Burt looked back at Sebastian, whose eyes had turned anxious waiting.

"Uh…there's really no nice way of saying this, so I'm just going to say it and get it over with," Burt said, hand running over his head displaying his one true tell. "Your parents…they don't want you to contact them again…ever." Burt paused, holding tight to his wife's hands and giving Sebastian a moment to process the information. "They're disowning you, son. From this day on, you are no longer a Smythe."

"They're taking away my last name?" Sebastian asked, eyes empty as he stared at Burt. He didn't understand. His parents weren't necessarily affectionate people, but how could they disown him? Get rid of him like he was an old couch or a broken appliance? He was their son.

And he was a sub. Apparently, to his parents, being a sub was the same as being nothing - a hard thing to come to terms with considering his mother was a sub. How was she different? How could she allow this?

Or maybe his father thought she was nothing, too. An unfortunate fact of life. A means to an end.

Sebastian wanted to feel sorry for his mother, but he couldn't. At least she had a last name.

"But, without a last name, I'm…"

"I know," Burt said. "I know. You're considered a non-entity, which is why we're going to contact a lawyer this afternoon and change your last name to Hummel."

Sebastian fell back on the couch. His spine refused to keep him upright anymore, or maybe the weight of this wanted to crush him.

Hummel. Sebastian Hummel.

Sebastian thought he might be sick right there on the living room rug.

Kurt heard it in his head, so loudly that he was certain everyone had heard. A door slamming shut, over and over, and on Sebastian's face, carefully hidden by his stunned mask, the sting of a blade cutting through his skin.

"Don't you worry, son," Burt said, reaching out and patting Sebastian reassuringly on his knee. "We'll get this all sorted out."

"Yes, sir," Sebastian said softly, struck dumb by the idea that his parents, who he'd known his whole life, we're done with him.

Kurt stared at Sebastian. His sub looked lost.

"So, what are you guys all about today?" Carole asked, trying to change the subject and get Sebastian's angst out of the limelight, so that he could grieve without faces staring at him.

Kurt couldn't answer. He didn't have a voice to answer, sucked into the turmoil of his sub's pain..

"Booty Camp," Finn answered from where he sat on the staircase, not entirely eavesdropping, with his sub by his side. "Mr. Schue made it mandatory."

"Well, we have to get ready for regionals," Rachel added, holding on to Finn's arm.

"Yeah. We're supposed to be at the April Rhodes Auditorium in an hour," Kurt said. Kurt hated Booty Camp. It was made for people who didn't know how to dance. That might be good for Finn, who had two left feet, but Kurt didn't need it. At least going would give Kurt a chance to see Blaine. "You can stay here," he said to Sebastian and Sebastian, not really paying much attention, nodded.

"Why don't you take Sebastian with you?" Burt suggested. "He's going to be attending McKinley. No reason why he can't get an introduction to the school and some of the kids he's going to be hanging out with."

The kids from the basement? Sebastian thought. No, thank you.

"Dad…" Kurt complained. Sebastian locked his jaw, doing his best to hide how bitter he felt at being talked about as if he wasn't even there, at the amount to which Kurt didn't want him there.

"Kurt…" Burt said sternly, standing and walking to a corner, summoning his son to follow. "I know what you want," his father said, "and I know that you think what you want now is more important than anything. But Sebastian needs you."

"He needs a Dom," Kurt argued, "and he'll be home with you. I'm sure he won't get in the way."

Burt gave his son that disappointed look again.

"He doesn't need just any Dom, Kurt. He needs you."

Kurt dropped his head back on his neck. He knew his father was right. He knew that Sebastian needed him. He didn't want Sebastian to need him, but he couldn't reject him – not after the horrible thing his parents had done.

"Alright," Kurt said, breathing the exhausting word up into the air. He turned to his sub, hands folded between his knees as he slouched forward on the couch, looking down with unfocused eyes at nothing. His defeated, desolate appearance could have tugged at Kurt's heart strings…if Sebastian wasn't ruining everything.

"Come on, Sebastian," Kurt said. "Get dressed. We're going to Booty Camp."