Kurt is alone for Christmas. He hates being alone on Christmas. Much of it is unavoidable, but in one important way, he only has himself to blame. He did the right thing and told his sub to go home for Christmas...but now, he's regretting it. Luckily, his sub isn't always that good at obeying orders.

Written for the Hummel Holidays prompt 'snow', and comes later in the series.

A/N: A lot of fic writers might not have written a scene like this, but I think it's important to show that Kurt is human, he has some vulnerabilities. He's broken. He's far from perfect. Being a Dom is where he finds control in his life, but there are some areas where he needs comforting. It's also important to show that in many ways Sebastian isn't 100% a sub. He's still a cocky, snarky teenager. I also think this shows that Kurt has a bit of a switch side to him, something that has been vaguely alluded to in other chapters.

Kurt hates snow.

He doesn't mind it so much when it isn't fucking with his plans, but tonight, at 11:17 p.m. on Christmas Eve, he can't stand it.

Snow has his father stranded at the airport in Baltimore, where he was meeting with a specialist about issues with his heart. Since his father doesn't seem to realize that his cell phone needs to be plugged in every night so the battery doesn't drain, and the weather has knocked out land lines, Kurt's not entirely sure if that appointment went well.

Snow has Elliott stuck in New Jersey with his folks over Christmas, even though he promised, he promised he'd be back in time for Kurt's annual Single Losers Christmas Feast.

Snow even has his club locked up for the night. Kurt usually keeps it open and throws one of the hottest, most blasphemous Christmas Eve parties in Ohio, but some fuck up with the city's power grid knocked out ten blocks and has his club on lockdown.

And his sub – well, his sub's a teenager, a rich teenager, spending Christmas with his parents in Westerville, the way he should be. Kurt knows that Sebastian would have stayed if he asked him, but Kurt told him he should go. This might be the last Christmas that Sebastian and his parents spend together for a while, seeing as Sebastian's graduating soon. Ordering Sebastian to go was the right thing to do.

Why? Why the fuck did he do the right thing?

This will be the first Christmas that Kurt is going to spend alone since college. Kurt does fine on his own. He's always been independent, even as a child. But Christmas was his and his mother's time. It was their holiday, and after she died, he did everything he could not to be alone during Christmas - volunteering when he was in high school, throwing himself into his work when he got to college, even spending time at the houses of some questionable men as he got older. But now, he has no one to turn to. He'd seriously consider going down to the bar a few blocks away if not for the fact that it's about 30 degrees below, and he's not eager to freeze his balls off.

He retires to his couch with a bottle of whiskey, a pack of cloves, and his cell phone, just in case the weather clears an inch and someone's able to make it through.

Halfway through the bottle and ten minutes before he decides to pack it in, his cell phone, sitting on his right knee, vibrates.

From: Sebastian

Good morning, Master. Merry Christmas.

Kurt reads the message and chuckles. So formal. So obedient. Sebastian's trying so hard to be a good submissive.

God, Kurt wishes he wouldn't, not right now. And he wishes he wasn't at home. Westerville's only 24 short minutes away, but Kurt would be a fool to hop in his car and drive out there.

He'd be a fool to think he's welcome in Sebastian's world.

God, when did he become so fucking pathetic?

From: Kurt

Merry Christmas. Now, go to sleep so you can have fun with your folks, drink eggnog, sing carols, whatever you do over there.

From: Sebastian

I just wanted to make sure you're alright.

From: Kurt

I'm fine, preppy.

From: Sebastian

You don't sound fine to me, Master.

From: Kurt

What do you mean I don't sound fine? We're texting! How do you know what the fuck I sound like?

From: Sebastian

I just do.

From: Kurt

Well, obviously your Spidey-sense or whatever is malfunctioning because I'm having a grand old time.

From: Sebastian

Don't bullshit me, Kurt.

Kurt sits up on his couch, almost kicking over his bottle of liquor, growling in annoyance at his smart ass sub. Careful what you wish for,Kurt thinks.

From: Kurt

Fuck off! What the fuck do you want from me, preppy?

Sebastian doesn't text back immediately, and Kurt thinks he might have succeeded in shutting him down. Did Kurt want to do that? Well, whatever. Texting Sebastian was eating into his important sulking time anyway.

From: Sebastian

I want you to answer me something.

Kurt has every intention of texting no, but instead he texts:

From: Kurt

What?

From: Sebastian

If you could have one thing right now, what would it be?

Kurt looks at the message, unsure if he should answer. Why the fuck did Sebastian want to know anyway? They'd already exchanged presents. There wasn't anything Kurt needed.

There's something he wants, but he'll be damned if he'll admit it.

From: Kurt

Nothing.

From: Sebastian

I don't believe you.

From: Kurt

Frankly, I don't give a fuck what you believe. You're annoying as shit, do you know that?

From: Sebastian

I know, but you're still fucking me, so you're obviously into that.

Kurt shakes his head. He doesn't know if he's more annoyed at Sebastian or at himself for being in this situation. This isn't the way Kurt operates. He's not in high school anymore. He doesn't need this weak-ass drama. He should shut off his phone and shut Sebastian out until after the holidays. That way he can get thoroughly drunk, pass out, and get back to business after his hangover clears.

But as he sits with his thumb over the off button, Kurt can't do it.

He doesn't want to push Sebastian that far away.

From: Kurt

Fine, I have an answer, but it's not worth telling because it's highly unrealistic.

From: Sebastian

Tell me anyway. I'm bored.

From: Kurt

Fine.

Kurt's hands start to shake as he sends Sebastian a reply.

From: Kurt

If I could have one thing, anything, I'd have my mom back, okay?

From: Kurt

Because we were always together at Christmas, and I miss her like crazy, and it fucking sucks being alone.

From: Kurt

You know, I'm alone most of the time. I live alone. I'm fine on my own, but…

From: Kurt

You're not supposed to be alone on Christmas. You know?

Kurt picks up a napkin off the coffee table and wipes his nose, his upper lip trembling as much as his hands. Kurt doesn't expect an answer right away. He sent his texts rapid fire. But when he does receive a message back, he's disappointed by the two word response he gets.

From: Sebastian

I know

Those two words are the last Sebastian sends. Kurt waits for another text, for a call, for anything, but thirty minutes later, he gets nothing, and he tosses his phone across the couch.

"Fuck!" he curses. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Well, there I go again, just fucking shit up!" He wipes a few trailing tears from his eyes and chuckles cruelly at himself. "He didn't need to know all that shit, did he? Elliott's right. Why am I getting all deep with this kid? He doesn't want any of that. Stupid!" He knocks on his forehead with his fist. "Stupid, stupid, stupid…"

Knock-knock-knock-knock.

Kurt's head pops up. He's about to call out, "Who's there?" but decides against it. It's 1:54 in the fucking morning! Who the hell's going to be at his door?

Rubbing his sore forehead, he waits in the silence. Maybe he didn't actually hear…no, he didn't hear…there's no one at his…

Knock-knock-knock-knock.

Kurt blinks in surprise. Okay, that he definitely heard, but it's coming from low on the door, about knee level, so the likelihood is it's a dog, searching for shelter, wagging its tail against the wood.

Kurt stands, reaching for his cloves and his bottle, ready to take both with him to bed, when he hears a shaky voice say, "Master?"

Kurt looks left and right, alone in the dark, sure he's hearing things. This is a joke – his fuzzy brain playing tricks on him.

"M-master, please. It's c-cold out here."

"Sebastian?" Kurt drops his cloves and leaves the bottle. "Is that really you?" He walks to the door slowly, not convinced it won't be a dog when he opens it and looks outside. But Kurt opens the door and there his is, his sub, kneeling in the snow on his doorstep, head bowed, shivering beneath his heavy wool coat. "Sebastian, what…what are you doing here?"

"I didn't want you to be alone, Master," Sebastian answers, not looking up. "I know I'm not…" He stops, deciding four words too late that mentioning Kurt's mom probably isn't the best idea. "I might not be the person you want, Master," Sebastian says, evenly, softly, "but, do you think, I'll do instead? Just this once?"

Kurt crosses his arms, rubbing his skin with his hands to warm up. Sebastian has on a coat, but the snow has to be soaking through his pants, and if it's anywhere near as cold as the air, Kurt's sub has to be freezing.

"What about your parents?" Kurt asks, clenching his teeth tight to stop them from chattering, pretending like he's in no hurry, like they could stand in this doorway and talk all morning.

"It's j-just one Christmas, M-master," Sebastian says. "I t-told them…" He stutters to another stop. He doesn't want Kurt to think that he's told his folks about their relationship, which he has, but not entirely. He hasn't gone into details, but he has told them about Kurt. He's not ready to admit that to Kurt though. Sebastian realizes that telling his parents about Kurt was playing into a fantasy, one he has about this relationship. He doesn't want that fantasy shot down. "I t-told them th-that I had someone important to see, M-master. Th-they said they understood."

"That's nice of them," Kurt says, surprised. From what he remembers of rich, trust fund kids, their parents are rarely reasonable about things like holidays or special occasions that they can use for appearances. But he doesn't know much about Sebastian's parents. They might be the exceptions to the rules. It would be nice. "But what if I say no? What if I tell you that you don't have permission to come inside?"

"Th-then I'll stay r-right here," Sebastian says, his teeth chattering hard, "s-so you still w-won't b-be alone. B-because n-no one should be alone, Master. N-not on Christmas."

Kurt looks at Sebastian and nods, but he can't think of anything else he wants to say, no more games he wants to play. This is what he wanted – Sebastian here so he wouldn't be alone. All he has to do is reach out and touch him. Grab hold of him and pull him inside.

So why isn't he?

Kurt grabs Sebastian's collar, tugging him through the door, heaving him over the threshold before Sebastian can make it to his feet. But once he's inside with the door slammed shut behind him and the cold night banished, Kurt shoves Sebastian up against the wall and kisses him – presses his body up against him, rakes his fingers through his hair and his nails over his scalp. Kurt holds him captive so there's nowhere he can go, so that he can't escape, can't change his mind, can't jump back in his car and leave.

Kurt doesn't want to let Sebastian go before he absolutely has to.

"What do you want to do first, Master?" Sebastian whispers between kisses. "What do you want to do to me?"

"You know, subs don't normally ask that question with such confidence," Kurt chuckles.

"Well, has anything between us ever been normal, Master?" Sebastian asks, grabbing Kurt's shirt above the waist of his jeans and sliding it up, not asking for his Dom's permission. Right now, Kurt's not making Sebastian ask. He wants Sebastian to have a little control.

He wants Sebastian to surprise him.

"What do you want, Master?" Sebastian asks, begging as Kurt begins to rut against him. "Tell me…I'll do anything…anything…"

"Just…make love to me?"

Kurt locks his mouth over Sebastian's, and Sebastian stops breathing, but not because of Kurt's kiss.

Because of his words.

They've had sex dozens of times, in dozens of different ways and different places.

Never once has Kurt ever called it making love.

Even if Kurt takes it back tomorrow, which he could very well do, even if he denies it, or he never says it again, Sebastian has this now.

Sebastian will have tonight.

"Whatever you want, Master" - Sebastian picks Kurt up by the rear and carries him to his room. And Kurt lets him, too wrapped up in kissing Sebastian, pulling open his coat and sucking hickeys on to his neck to object - "Whatever you want."