Chapter 16: Lies we tell each other

When Kurt got home that night, he bolted for his room, throwing an excuse over his shoulder to his family that he had a pounding headache. It wasn't far from the truth. Tearing off his clothes in front of the full-length mirror, his heart sank as he catalogued the many, many passion marks all over his pale body, including his hips and inner thigh. Panicked, he inventoried his scarf and turtleneck collection. Enough of each for about ten days without repeats. Kurt heaved a sigh of relief. But how was he going to avoid getting physical with Blaine for ten days?

So began a desperate round of excuses to Blaine about Kurt being busy, busy, busy! "My physics teacher just assigned us a mountain of homework." "I have to help my dad in the shop." "I've … I've got diarrhea." (Super embarrassing, but it kept Blaine from coming over that day.) At the same time, driven by overwhelming guilt, at school he doted on Blaine with flowers and love notes and songs and even an intense blow job in the janitor' closet during study hall, during which Kurt resolutely did not think about Sebastian. Blaine was very appreciative of that last bit and didn't question Kurt's newfound deep-throating skills. By the fifth day, much to Kurt's relief, the marks had faded to the point where he could effectively use concealer and by the tenth day they were completely gone.

Kurt took those ten days to fully process the fact that he cheated with his worst enemy and had no intention of ever telling the love of his life. It took a will of iron, but as the week passed Kurt found it increasingly easier to concentrate on what he learned from Sebastian, rather than how he felt when he was with Sebastian. Technique and confidence, how to dominate and submit, pleasure and be pleasured. Finally, on day ten Kurt reached a point where he trusted himself to stay completely in the moment with Blaine and that's how they ended up in Blaine's bed one afternoon, French kissing in their boxer briefs.

The kissing eventually led to frotting, and once Kurt was sure Blaine was fully turned on he whispered into his mouth, "Let me make love to you."

Blaine stopped moving and looked uncertain. "Um, I don't know. That didn't go so well last time."

Kurt caressed his boyfriend's face gently. "It'll be different this time, I promise. I've done some research." He blushed and cursed himself. "Online, I mean," he added hastily. "Online research. On the internet."

Blaine smiled fondly at him. "Kurt Hummel watched porn?" he teased. "I don't believe it. You always say –"

Kurt gazed deep into Blaine's amber colored eyes. "I would do anything for you," he said earnestly. "Please let's try again." He reached between them and brushed lightly up and down Blaine's length through the cloth, teasing him, causing the other boy to gasp. "I want you so much, my darling." He gave Blaine an absolutely filthy kiss.

When their lips parted, Blaine's pupils were blown wide. "Wow! Where did that come from?"

Kurt absolutely was not going to think about where that came from. "Do you trust me?" he asked instead.

"Yes."

So they made love. For Kurt, it was nothing like being with Sebastian. Oh, some of the mechanics were the same, but instead of anger and barbs, there were sweet words and tender touches. Instead of a dark, stale motel room filled with polyester there were warm earth tones and dappled sunlight falling on Egyptian cotton sheets and the pillows smelled of Blaine's hair gel. And Blaine's body felt different, too, more compact and slightly less muscular. Kurt lovingly prepped Blaine just as he'd been taught, first one finger, then two. Make the swirling motion and stroke Blaine's cock while probing his channel for the magic spot. It all worked perfectly, including triumphantly hitting Blaine's prostate again and again. Blaine was a panting, whimpering, sweating mess of lust by the time Kurt eventually entered him. And if maybe there was a strange insistence in Kurt's voice when he chanted, "I'm with you, Blaine, I'm with you" as he pumped away, well, Blaine took no notice.

Blaine climaxed first, and Kurt soon followed. "That was so worth the wait," Blaine said as he lay spooned in Kurt's arms afterwards. "It was perfect. I love you."

Kurt's heart clenched. "I love you, too." Kurt thought about what they'd just done and the last thing Sebastian had said to him. It wasn't true, Kurt wouldn't let it be true. No, he hadn't come as hard as he came with Sebastian, but after all, this was only his first go with Blaine. Now that they were on the right track, the sex would only get better and better. "And you're right," he lied. "It was perfect."

"Thank you for doing that research. I know that couldn't have been very comfortable for you."

I'm not going to hurt you, Kurt. But, in fact, Sebastian had hurt him. "It was necessary," he said with a touch of melancholy. "But not something I ever want to do again."

Meanwhile in Westerville, Sebastian spent his two weeks frustrated and angry as hell. His concentration in school was crap. All he could think about was his afternoon with Kurt – those eyes, that body, that voice, how hard he came when Kurt cried out his name. And the shit-show at the end. Sebastian went to Scandals four times during those two weeks. Each time, he deliberately chose a guy who was as physically opposite Kurt as possible and each time the sex was tepid at best. Sebastian had to fight to get off without fantasizing about the countertenor while he was doing the deed. In desperation, he even drove once to a gay club in Columbus, breaking curfew and risking suspension to do it. The bodies on display were nicer and the bathroom stalls were cleaner but the results were the same. On nights he didn't go clubbing, he rocked some Dalton boy's world with a vengeance or grudgingly masturbated to thoughts of bitchy, demanding, hot-as-fuck impossible Kurt Hummel.

Both boys avoided the Lima Bean like the plague. Kurt told Blaine the owner was once rude to Burt so he didn't want to give her his business. It was a blatant lie, but it worked. Sebastian, who was answerable to no one, simply told himself there were plenty of decent coffee places in Westerville so why waste the gas?

Sex with Blaine did get better and better. With love in the equation and Kurt's new-found confidence, the foreplay became exquisite and the orgasms out of this world. Kurt found that sex could even be healing, and the first time he let Blaine top him he let go of all the lingering distrust Blaine had caused that night in the Scandals parking lot. It was glorious.

Kurt and Sebastian only saw each other one more time before graduation. It was at Regionals, many months after their afternoon in the motel, when the Warblers competed against New Directions. By then, Sebastian had fucked just about every passable guy with a pulse between Westerville and Columbus, had some fabulous orgasms, and finally felt close to his normal supercilious self. He now had a vast and varied reservoir of sexual memories to use as masturbation fodder should the need arise and Kurt was just a receding blip in the rear-view mirror. And of course, he was looking forward to the fresh meat college would offer.

Much to Kurt's horror, his boyfriend appeared excited to see Sebastian. While the two glee clubs were waiting backstage for the results to be announced, Blaine dragged Kurt over to the taller boy.

Sebastian had plenty of time to compose himself as they approached. He was mildly surprised to find Blaine held no appeal for him at all. Perhaps the profoundly stupid costume he was wearing, which brought to mind images of oopma loompas, had something to do with it. The white suspenders and matching bowtie weren't doing Kurt any favors, either. Sebastian indulged in a brief fantasy about tearing the hideous outfit off the diva before putting it firmly aside and schooling his features.

"Hi Sebastian," Blaine said cheerfully. "Long time no see."

Sebastian casually looked down his nose at the McKinley pair. "Hi fun size," he said coldly. "Princess."

Kurt's eyes flashed. Sebastian knew exactly what he was doing throwing out that demeaning nickname. Inside Kurt was a molten mass of nerves but still he managed to give Sebastian his best imperious glare.

Blaine was taken aback at Sebastian's apparent indifference but persevered. "You guys were really good."

Sebastian gave a languid shrug. "Thanks. Wish I could say the same about Nude Erections but lying is a sin, or so I'm told. Anyway, show choir is lame so who cares?"

Blaine frowned slightly. "Is something wrong, Sebastian?"

Kurt looked carefully at Sebastian. The taller boy's face was a blank mask.

"I'm just bored," he said. "Including with this conversation. See ya around, killer." He gave a mock salute and slouched over to stand with the other Warblers.

Blaine turned to Kurt in puzzlement. "That's funny, he didn't try to flirt with me."

Kurt felt a stab of jealousy, even though he knew he had no right. "You sound disappointed," he said sharply.

"No, of course not." Blaine flashed his boyfriend a warm smile. He took Kurt's hand and interlaced their fingers. "At least you two didn't fight. In fact, you didn't say anything at all."

"What was I going to say? 'Hope you win'? I'm sure he's already polishing the trophy in his mind."

"Among other things," Blaine said, titling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Why, Blaine Anderson, I'm shocked!"

Blaine leaned over and whispered hotly in Kurt's ear, "When this is over, how's about I polish your trophy."

Kurt felt a pleasant flash of heat ripple through his body. "It's a date."

When New Directions were announced as the winners, the entire group shared excited hugs and Kurt, swept up in the moment, gave Blaine a passionate kiss. They were going to Nationals in Chicago!

Sebastian watched the McKinley pair with icy eyes. It was obvious Kurt and Blaine were drilling each other regularly. Hell, they were practically humping right there on the stage. Sebastian hadn't been lying before – he was so over high school in general and show choir in particular. He couldn't care less that the Warblers came in second. But that didn't mean he wasn't still a petty, competitive little shit, and Kurt looked far too happy with the hobbit for his liking. Well, thought Sebastian with a nasty smirk, why suffer in silence when it's much more fun to inflict suffering on others?

He waited until Blaine and the other New Directions members were graciously mingling with the other show choirs. Coming up close behind his target, he said in a sultry voice, "Congratulations, Kurt."

Kurt turned and his face, which had been open and smiling just seconds before, immediately shut down. "Thank you," he said coldly.

"Can I talk to you in private for a second?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Sebastian took a step forward, slightly invading Kurt's personal space. "What's the matter, Kurtie, afraid of the big bad wolf?"

Kurt scoffed contemptuously. "With those horse teeth you're more like Mr. Ed."

Sebastian broke out in a broad smile. "Ah, there's my little bitch," he said, still keeping his voice low and seductive. His eyes shamelessly raked down Kurt's body. "I've missed you."

Kurt resisted the urge to take a step back. He wasn't going to give Sebastian the satisfaction. "I'm not your anything," he said haughtily.

"You are so fucking sexy when you're angry. It makes me want to bend you over that judges' table and just pound away." Kurt's eyes went wide and Sebastian gave a wicked smirk. He raised his voice slightly. "Your friends can watch. What do you say, Kurt, shall we give them a real show?"

Kurt looked around in alarm but, mercifully, no one was near enough to hear. Blaine was some way apart, in an animated conversation with Rachel and a couple of Warblers.

"Keep your voice down, you pig!" Kurt hissed. Still, he couldn't help the color creeping into his traitorous cheeks. Blaine and Kurt exchanged innuendo sometimes, but they never spoke so crudely to one another. Unwillingly, it called to mind all the filthy things Sebastian had said to him in French that fateful afternoon just before Kurt fell apart in his arms.

Sebastian stared hungrily at his prey. He'd fucked literally dozens of guys of all shapes and sizes since their afternoon together and yet at this moment nothing could compare with that lithe body, that soft, breathy voice, those flashing glasz eyes. Kurt was a singular creature.

"Step into my office." Sebastian winked and turned on his heel. Will you walk into my parlour? said the Spider to the Fly.

Kurt sighed. This was a bad idea. But his curiosity won out. There was a ghost of a chance Sebastian wanted to apologize for how they'd left things. With one last worried glance at Blaine, who was still engrossed in conversation across the stage, he followed.

Sebastian led them to an alcove off to one side that was obscured from the main stage by a curtain.

Kurt put his hands on his hips defiantly. "What?" he snapped.

Sebastian's green eyes sparkled with delight. "Sheath your claws, Hello Kitty," he said smoothly, stepping in close. "I was just wondering how things were going in the bedroom with Bland since our tutoring session."

Kurt glared back, stubbornly ignoring the allure of Sebastian's expensive cologne. "Not that it's any of your business, but our sex life is fine." He pushed his chin up higher. "Better than fine."

"Excellent! Another satisfied customer."

"You just equated yourself to a prostitute."

Sebastian grin devilishly. "That would make you my john, wouldn't it?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Like I said before, I'm not your anything, Sebastian."

"I love when you say my name in that bitchy, demanding tone," Sebastian said lowly. "Damn, gorgeous, you get me so hard."

Kurt scoffed. Clearly no apology would be forthcoming. He should have known. "So now I'm 'gorgeous' again? Why don't you go out there and flirt with Blaine? I'm not interested." He made to move around Sebastian and rejoin the others.

Sebastian stepped in his way, using his height advantage to bear down on Kurt. The raw desire in his eyes was unmistakable. "I don't need to hunt for hamburger when I've got steak right here." Their bodies were so close now and Sebastian wrapped his arms around an unresisting Kurt. "Stop me," he murmured. "I dare you."

But Kurt had learned his lessons well on that fateful afternoon they spent together. Sebastian wanted him and that gave Kurt power. Perhaps not enough to hurt Sebastian as he'd hurt Kurt, but enough to extract a modicum of revenge. He snaked his arms around Sebastian's neck and smiled viciously.

"What do you want, Sebastian?" he asked, deliberately using his lower register. "You want another session? You want me to hold you down and fuck you into oblivion? Or maybe I take you up against a wall this time? Or you take me, tie me up so I'm at your mercy." He moved so their lips were only a hair's breadth apart. "Is that your fantasy, Sebastian? Tell me what you want."

The delicious images flooded Sebastian's mind, along with the passing thought, This is almost too easy. "Yes," he whispered urgently. "I want another session."

Then Kurt kissed him, hard and demanding. He pulled at Sebastian's hair as he pushed his tongue against Sebastian's in a savage duel. As soon as he was sure Sebastian was fully aroused, Kurt shoved away with all his might. He gave Sebastian a look of utter disdain. "Stick to flipping burgers, rent boy. This steak," he gestured down his body, "is permanently off the menu." With that, Kurt turned smartly on his heel and strutted away.

Sebastian stared after him, slightly dazed. Fuck, he thought, not without a touch of admiration, Kurt Hummel had just played him. He watched Kurt return to Blaine, wrap an arm around his waist, and say something in the shorter boy's ear that caused him to blush scarlet. And that's when Sebastian felt - for the first time in a very long time - that he had truly lost something. He spent the whole ride back to Dalton with an embarrassing and uncomfortable erection. The taste of Kurt lingered on his lips for hours.

That night, Kurt didn't make love to Blaine. He fucked him like a man possessed. He marked him and claimed him and owned him as Kurt never had before. "I'm with you, Blaine," he chanted like a prayer as he drove them both to new heights. "Only you."