Hiiiiiiiii guys! I'm so sorry that I abandoned this story for soo long. If anyone of you out there keeps reading this, I hope you enjoy it 3

P.s. I don't own Glee or Les Chansons d'amour.

P.s.2. Things are gonna get soo much darker... I'm not sure if I should add some warnings about triggers like abusive relationship, grieving, or something like that. Please let me know what you think, it'd be helpful!

Sebastian's eyes popped open before he could even process that he was awake. It was a knee-jerk reaction triggered by the feeling of someone's eyes on him. Those eyes turned out to be Kurt's, who quickly looked away, evasively.

But the damage was done and Sebastian was grumpy-awake now. He stared at Kurt, annoyed, until the kid returned it. Kurt smiled very innocently then.

"Hey there" he said, visibly uncomfortable.

"Hey yourself" Sebastian muttered, "why would you do that?"

Kurt seemed lost. "Do what?"

"Wake me up like that, staring at me" Sebastian yawned. He tried to stretch his muscles then, but he bumped into Kurt's… body. He realized he was all over the kid, trapping him against the mattress.

"Oh, sorry" Kurt cast him a regretful smile, "I- I didn't know what to do. I've needed to use the bathroom for hours, but if I moved I was afraid I'd wake you, which is kind of ironic since I woke you up anyway" he smiled awkwardly.

Sebastian couldn't help his morning mood. "Mph- the fuck you're talking about? You need my permission to use the bathroom? Just go, Kurt. What are you, five?"

Kurt's eyes got wide with hurt, then with anger. "Excuse me" he pushed Sebastian away not very gently, finally liberating himself from all that weight. "I was waiting for you to move aside and stop trapping me!"

"There" Sebastian smirked as Kurt got up, and stretched his arms so he could finally have the bed for himself. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Roll me down, push me away, and you're good to go."

"I wouldn't have to do any of those if you just slept like a normal person!" Kurt complained, arms folded covering his chest. Somehow he had managed to put on some underwear already, which only made Sebastian snort. "Oh, and you watch that mood with me!" The kid threatened, giving him a cold look, "You may get your way in bed, but that's all. I'm not taking more shit than necessary with you" he shouted, then slammed the door of the bathroom.

The slam echoed through out Sebastian's head, first making him even more annoyed, then partially amused. Part of him didn't want any of the drama, but there was this other huge part of him that lived for these things. Fighting, making up, making love, then fighting all over again. Shaking things up. It was his kind of dynamic. And he had missed that.

He got up, reluctantly, and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Go away" Kurt's voice sounded pretty shrill, even though there was a door between them.

"Well, this is awkward, but this is actually my place. So if you want me to go away, then you're gonna have to go away yourself, kid" he said, trying to keep his tone playful.

"Great. Just when I thought you couldn't get any pettier, you're kicking me out" Kurt argued.

"I'm not kicking you out" Sebastian protested, "I just need to pee. You can lock yourself back in right after I'm done" he joked.

He was about to knock again, more insistently this time, when he heard the lock and Kurt raged towards the bed, looking for his clothes, without even looking at him.

Sebastian folded his arms and leaned on the door frame, pondering the situation.

"All right" he breathed out, "Kurt, we're past the point of being cute strangers in the morning, so it was about time you learned that I wake up in a mood."

Kurt shot him a cold glare and put on his shirt. "Is that supposed to be an apology?"

"No, I'm not apologizing" Sebastian bit back, arrogantly, "I'm saying I am human, and I wake up in a mood. Get over it."

"I don't need to get over anything" Kurt mumbled, annoyed, not even looking at him. "You get over your gigantic ego."

Sebastian took a few steps in his direction, curious to check how long Kurt's attitude would hold up if he got in the way.

"You get over your tantrums" Sebastian said, standing right in front of the kid. "I'm not having any of them. Not this early, and not even after I've had my coffee."

Kurt seemed somewhat more uncomfortable now that Sebastian was so close, naked, but he looked still pretty pissed.

"Well, I'm not having any of your awful manners, your- your mood swifts and your concerning disregard of people's feelings" Kurt said, much less fierce but still determined.

Sebastian regarded the boy. He truly had no idea what to do with him. He didn't do scenes, but when he did, it ended up in sex. It was the only way it could be even remotely worthwhile. But right now, mainly, he just wanted to fight back, for the sake of fighting, which was… awfully childish.

"My concerning disregard?" Sebastian asked, astonished. "Let's recap here, because only in the two weeks we've known each other, you've already called me asshole, childish, cold, jerk- Oh, and I don't remember you ever apologizing. Ever" he defended.

Kurt's semblance showed struggle now. He knew Sebastian had a point. And Sebastian could only observe him, somewhat frozen. This was not how things were supposed to go.

He might miss Julie, but he realized it was not the crazy-drama dynamic what he was seeking in Kurt. He had only wanted good, nice things from the start. But how could he do 'nice' when all he had known was 'crazy'?

"I never realized that might upset you" Kurt suddenly said, his eyes finally softened. He sat down in bed, looking regretful. "I'm sorry" he said carefully, "I didn't want to hurt you."

Sebastian sighed, his chest finally decompressing. He sat down next to Kurt and stroked his back, "You didn't. You were just defending yourself, it's only fair." Kurt studied him with those big, blue, innocent eyes of him. "I'm just harsh by nature, but I'll try to be nicer, okay?"

Kurt gave him an insecure smile and nodded, but kept silent.

No, it was definitely not drama what Sebastian wanted from Kurt. Yet his own harsh nature kept getting in the way. Should he feel guilty that he kept upsetting the kid? Hell no. Kurt had some nerve himself and fought back every time, which was a relief.

Sebastian let his fingers find his way up Kurt's spine, reaching the nape and combing through his thin hair. Yeah, Kurt could handle it, couldn't he? Why else would the kid put himself in this fucked up situation, if not because he did live for these things as well? Kurt might not not know it yet, but he obviously did. Maybe not in the same way Julie and he did, but-

Sebastian shook the thought off. Not Julie, not now, he said to himself, filled with some kind of reject he was trying really hard to avoid. Reject towards the memory of Julie. Now, that was fucked up.

Kurt leaned back, his head somewhat following the movement of Sebastian's fingers. It made Sebastian feel so empowered, so very in control. Drunk with power. He had known it from the start, of course he had, but for some reason, right now, having Kurt all submitted and resentful after the fight made Sebastian realize he could do about anything he wanted to the kid, and the kid would not put up much resistance. Kurt might like the fighting, but he might like submitting even more. That gave Sebastian a sickening kind of power, yet he felt almost compelled to exercise it.

He got up, though, startled by the realization. "I'm gonna hit the shower" he mumbled and went for the bathroom, "you can either stay or leave."

He closed the door behind him. Still, he was a human being. He had never been the nicest kind, but he had never been this drunk with power. Just thinking about it made him hard and, in a way, made him feel more like himself. His breath got caught on his throat as his hand found the way to his cock, just too easily. His whole body tickled with anticipation as he noticed his cock was so eager to be touched. The skin so sensitive and fucking awake.

He used to be horny all the time, Santana was not wrong. But this was a different kind of horny. It was almost desperate, almost as if that was all the hold of reality he had left. Almost as if-

A knock on the door startled him.

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"I'm gonna hit the shower" Sebastian mumbled and went for the bathroom, "you can either stay or leave."

Kurt watched after him as the man didn't even spare him a look and locked himself in the bathroom. He felt confused as fuck, and could not think of anything other than to let himself tumble down in bed.

So Sebastian woke up in a mood. In a way, it was nice that Kurt had been able to stick around long enough to learn that. There was some domesticity to it, if you wanted to find some silver lining. And he desperately needed to. Otherwise he wanted just about to scream, because what a fucking asshole Sebastian was.

Kurt felt stupid. Betrayed by his own expectations. Reality sucked so much lately, compared to his fantasies. And he needed to stop fantasizing! God, he knew. Every time Sebastian let this dark side of him show it was like a slap in the face for Kurt. Is it really a side of him, he wondered, or are those his true colors?

People get all kind of fucked up in bed, Sebastian had told him. Well, Kurt thought, and not only in bed. But Sebastian had a point, he guessed. Was this was intimacy was about? Kurt had no clue, being kind of inexperienced. Because, honestly? The few months he had been dating Blaine, it was like they counted for nothing when it came to Sebastian. Kurt felt as newbie as he had ever been. As clueless. As childish. As green. As innocent.

Well, maybe not so innocent anymore. For, to make it all worse, he was somewhat hard right now. How fucked up that was? Fighting with Sebastian made him both incredibly sad and hard. He had given up so easily just now… And it wasn't only because he was dying to make up and make nice with him. There was something of a deeper range going on there, and it scared Kurt. This… active choice to satisfy Sebastian. It was so confusing. Most of the time Kurt wasn't even sure he wanted half of the things they did, but he just couldn't stop himself from doing them. It was… again, so confusing.

He got up. He was leaving, yes, he was. He needed to clear his head. To collect his thoughts. To be the rational and responsible person he had always been. One did not just stop being himself from one day to another. Not him. Not because of some guy.

Not just some guy, though… Kurt thought he would at least say goodbye and make sure they were leaving things on good terms. And also, maybe, and just maybe, check on Sebastian. He had stormed out so abruptly. Was he okay?

Kurt knocked on the bathroom door, seeing as he could not hear any water running.

"What" Sebastian grumbled, behind the door.

Kurt felt his anger rose up again, but told himself to relax. "I'm leaving. Just thought I'd let you know" he said, cautiously.

But his caution was met with silence, which replaced his anger with awkwardness.

"Are you okay?" he just could not stop himself from asking. Dammit.

"I'm perfectly fine, Kurt" Sebastian grumbled once more.

Kurt sighed, resting his forehead on the door. Like hell you are, he thought, but knew, this time, he had to let it be.

"Kurt" it came out somewhat broke through the door, somewhat breathless.

"Yeah?" Kurt rushed to answer, kind of worried.

There was a pause before Sebastian spoke.

"I'm touching myself" the man simply said, no trace of arrogance on his voice. Just Sebastian.

"Oh" Kurt made, feeling dumb enough and freaking thrown off. What-…

"I'm just curious, Kurt" Sebastian continued, "did by any chance, any of the fighting that happened just now… turn you on?"

Kurt's throat felt really tight all of a sudden, and his saliva too thick to be even swallowed. What was he- I mean, Sebastian could not possibly know… His heart started beating way too fast, and he felt really embarrassed all of a sudden.

"I'll take that as a yes" Sebastian simply said, and this time there was indeed a lot of arrogance going on his voice, which made Kurt incredibly aware of his own cock once again.

A few seconds passed, and Kurt felt completely frozen. His feet were stuck on the floor, almost glued to it, and he was hardly holding his weight, one hand on the wall.

"Are you touching yourself too?" Sebastian breathed out.

"No!" Kurt rushed to deny, all flustered.

Sebastian chuckled, sort of breathlessly, "Why not? No one's watching you."

"I- um-" Kurt babbled, confused. Did he want to touch himself? Of course he did! Did it feel entirely wrong? Well, obviously!

"Let me give you some directions, then" Sebastian offered, "or some orders, as you please" he said, cockily, "'cause we both know you're not gonna disobey me, are you?"

Kurt felt a wave of heat taking control over his body. Suddenly his pants felt too tight, and so did his shirt. His own skin felt awfully uncomfortable, as if it was imprisoning him somehow. He was so hard it was hard to breathe.

"I'm not" he managed to admit, utterly embarrassed, but also… allured.

"Good boy" Sebastian said with a coarse voice, Kurt's favorite kind. "Unzip your pants, petit."

Kurt didn't even hesitate to do as told. It alarmed him how fast he complied.

"Cup your harness" Sebastian demanded, "and stroke… does it feel good?"

Kurt could not bring himself to reply, really. It was bad enough that he was indulging Sebastian (and himself) with all the touching.

"I can't hear you, Kurt" Sebastian warned him, "and if I can't hear you, I might have to go check myself that you're following my orders-..."

"It feels good, okay?" Kurt interrupted him, scared for no reason.

Sebastian sensed it and chuckled. "Would it really be so bad if I did go? We had sex only last night, sweetheart."

"I know" Kurt was irritated now. "But you don't deserve to see me right now" he honestly said, which made him feel kind of proud.

"That's… got to be true" Sebastian conceded. "Keep stroking, then. Underneath your boxes now, if you're bold enough."

Kurt scoffed, but obeyed anyway. Although, it did not feel like he was just obeying Sebastian blindly. He wanted to touch himself. He was enjoying it. Right now, it felt pretty simple.

"Forget about me" Sebastian said, as if he could read his thoughts, "just feel yourself, don't you feel great? I know you do, I know it good" he breathed out, "pump harder."

Kurt was not usually one to get too lost on touching himself, not to "pump harder". To be honest, he had never quite been curious enough to do it. Horny enough to do it. But Sebastian… Sebastian made him feel like there was more to sex than he had ever imagined. That it could actually be rather enjoyable, rather than a scary, eventual thing. Sebastian made sex seem so present. So natural, even, in a twisted kind of way. And Kurt was finally enjoying it. More so than last night. More so than he had ever done with Blaine.

His knees suddenly went weak, making him fall forward, and thank God he still had one hand on the wall. All he could take notice then was how freaking good he felt. He, Kurt Hummel, felt freaking great on his hand. His body felt amazing. Who would've known his skin could feel that great? It was a really weird pump to his self-esteem.

"I loved sucking you off, Kurt" Sebastian blurted out, "I can't wait to do it again."

That really pushed Kurt over the edge. It wasn't only him who thought he felt great, it was also Sebastian. What kind of emotions these were? He had never thought he had an ego that could be fed in this way.

He whimpered, and moaned kind of loud, letting all the cum run all over his boxers, remembering Sebastian's lips on his balls last night on the car. He felt so… disoriented, all of a sudden.

The door opened before him, letting a flushed and sweaty Sebastian out. He was staring right at Kurt, with hunger, and he was still pumping his erection, absolutely determined. Kurt almost crashed into him, being so close to the door.

"On your knees" Sebastian commanded, and seeing as Kurt was still panting on the wall, he added "I'm glad you came, Kurt, but don't be selfish."

Kurt regarded him a bit perplexed. Sebastian looked so hot before him. So unquestionable. So freaking dominant… It'd be his doom.

Almost unaware, Kurt knelt down and took Sebastian's hardness with his hands, which were still wet and sticky with his own cum. He gave Sebastian one last look: it was as if Sebastian was not even seeing him anymore. The resolution behind the man's eyes was almost cold, and full-on selfish. Greedy. Kurt reckoned they both knew that right then, and still came forwards in what might seem an out of habit movement, and took Sebastian's cock with his mouth. Only, it was definitely not out of habit, but pure submission.

Sebastian pulled his hair and pushed him slightly further towards his crotch, just not harshly enough to make Kurt feel uncomfortable, but a close second. Kurt kept going, though, a mix of emotions going on with him that he could not quite decipher. It all translated as overwhelm. The kind of overwhelm that leaves you somewhat numb. He felt awkward and reluctant, but also intrigued and excited. Dear Lord, what was going on with him?!

Quite thankfully, it did not take Sebastian much longer to come, and pushing Kurt back as a warning, the boy came all over Kurt's shirt, panting heavily. Still having Sebastian's cock in his hand, Kurt was suddenly overcome with a rather intoxicating feeling of victory and pride. The fuck if he knew what was going on with his head.

"That was awesome" Sebastian managed to articulate between breaths, his hold on Kurt's shoulders still firm.

Kurt contemplated the selfish man before him. He couldn't see the moment to go home and cry.