So, it's been two weeks. And as promised, new chapter! I hope you all can forgive me for being mega dumb and shit.

Sebastian wasn't a particularly moral person. He grew up in a family that paid his way through high school, and spread lies about their peers to get ahead. He even prided himself on not having a conscience. It was annoying, and frankly, it was a device for the weak that held them back while the truly strong thrived and pulled through as victors.

But somehow, sitting in his guestroom post-coital with his best friend's brother and gracious host's son blow job still fresh on his mind, he couldn't help feeling a little bad.

He sat in his sex induced haze for a few minutes after Kurt quietly slipped out, just staring at the bumpy ceiling above him. It wasn't until he heard Finn's bounding footsteps stomp sleepily into the bathroom he realized just what the fuck he'd done. Sebastian shot up, pulling up his sleep shorts around his waist and tying the loose string until he could feel them straining against the fabric on his legs.

"Oh fuck," he muttered, running a hand through his mussed hair. "Fuck, fuck, mother fucker,"

He was fucked. There was no way around it. He'd let Kurt, the little innocent, perverted shit suck him off less than twelve feet from where his best friend was sleeping. He'd promised him on the plane over to this shit hole that he wouldn't even think about having sex with Kurt. (But to be fair that horse was shot in the face pretty quick.) Now he could add "Had my dick sucked by Finn's seventeen year old brother in their home," on to the ever growing list of why Finn should murder him.

And murder him he would. Sebastian wasn't deluded enough to think that maybe if he explained what Kurt was really like, and that he'd totally tried to push Kurt off him for the first few seconds that Finn would just smile his goofy grin and say, "It's cool dude, my brother's a total slut, it's understandable!"

If only. Finn would grind him up like coffee in some weird knight-in-shining armor routine.

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a stressed breath. He should have just went and sat in his empty house for Christmas. At least there he wouldn't get lynched for fucking someone. But he was here, and he just had sex with Kurt. Weird sex. When he slept with someone before, it was because he was turned on or aroused. Or bored. Not because someone called him beautiful. What the fuck was that about? Kurt had said he hadn't been called beautiful since his mom, but he had been called 'hot' and 'sexy'. Shouldn't he have been happy people were complimenting him at all, or something?

Whatever, he didn't care what sob story Kurt had. He had to stop it from happening again. There was only one thing that Sebastian could do. And that was keep his mouth shut. He wouldn't breathe a word of what happened. He wouldn't even look at that little dick sucking mother fucker that just wouldn't take no for an answer. He most definitely wouldn't do this again, no matter what Kurt did.

Not even if he did that little thing where he'd toy his bottom lip in between his teeth, leaving it plump and red and simply edible. Not even if he bent over more obviously than a sex-hungry porn star, showing his round, firm ass. Not even if he batted his long brown eyelashes that framed those wide ever-changing baby blues. Sebastian nodded his head absently in silent oath, he'd never let that happen again.

He looked down at his lap, his cock tenting up against his shorts.

This is gonna be a long break.

Sebastian didn't sleep at all that night. He was stuck in limbo, either helplessly hard in his pants, refusing to jack off to thoughts of Kurt, or painfully guilty. Both made him kind of want to go fuck someone, but his only available outlet was kind of his source of pain too. It wasn't until about seven thirty when he heard banging around downstairs he decided to stop rolling around aimlessly in his bed and head downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, surprised to only Carole up, milling around with a pot of coffee in one hand and mug in the other.

"Morning," he said, sliding into a seat at the kitchen table.

Carole jumped in surprise, turning around and holding the pot-holding hand over her heart, "Oh, Sebastian" she laughed. "You scared me,"

"Sorry," he smiled tiredly up at her.

She waved him off with a smile, "Oh nom it's no problem. I'm just not used to anyone being up this early when they don't have to be. The men in this house sleep like logs."

"Yeah, just couldn't really fall asleep to be honest."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Coffee?" she asked, waving the pot around in the air.

Sebastian nodded, putting his head in his hands. Carole grabbed another mug from the cupboard and placed everything on the table before sitting down across from Sebastian.

"Wait, don't you and Burt have work today?"

"Yes, but I took a later shift today." Carole explained, pouring a cup of coffee for him and sliding it across the table. "And I let Burt sleep in, he doesn't have to go until nine."

"Ah," Sebastian nodded, bringing the mug up to his nose and breathing in slowly. He really didn't want to be stuck talking to Finn's mother for the morning, but it wasn't Kurt or Burt, so he counted his blessings.

"Sebastian," Carole said suddenly, after a few silent beats, "I'd really like to thank you,"

Sebastian looked at her curiously, "For what?"

She sighed, "Look, Finn had a tough time for his first few months of college. And he'd kill me for telling you this, but you really helped him. He needed a friend and you were there for him when his mom and other friends couldn't."

To say this wasn't what he expected to happen this morning was an understatement.

"Oh, um, thanks?" Sebastian finished lamely. He wasn't used to compliments. A compliment in the Smythe family was nod of approval, maybe even splurge on a shoulder pat.

"I mean it," Carole laughed, taking pity on him, "You really helped my boy out, and I can't thank you enough for it."

"Oh well, it's no problem. Finn's a cool guy. And you guys let me come up for Christmas, so I should be the one thanking you,"

Carole waved her hand, "No, please. It's a pleasure having such a nice boy come over. Burt liked you from the start, and Kurt just adores you. I've never seen him like a friend of Finn's so much. But then again, Noah isn't exactly Kurt's first choice as a friend." she laughed.

Sebastian swallowed a biting comment. He was his first choice in fuck.

"You just fit here, honey. As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome here any holiday you like!"

Sebastian forced out a smile, "Thanks, Carole. I appreciate it."

"Oh, no problem, sweetheart." She glanced up at the clock on the wall, "Now, I hate to cut this short, but I have to shower and get going or I'll be late. It was nice talking to you Sebastian." Carole drank another sip of her coffee, putting it down on the table before standing up. She pressed a kiss into his hair swiftly before she left the room leaving Sebastian alone with his thoughts again.

Sebastian sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. It was shaping up to be a long, and confusing day.

Eventually, Carole returned and kissed Sebastian on the cheek and promising that they'd spend way more time together during the weekend. It was a few hours later, around nine that Burt rose from bed. He, thankfully, was just like Sebastian that morning. He mumbled a gruff greeting as he stumbled into the room and poured himself a mug of coffee. They didn't say anything at the table, simply enjoying a quiet morning and sipping away until Burt excused himself to go upstairs and get dressed. He patted Sebastian swiftly on his back as he left out the kitchen door, with a mumbled "Be home tonight,"

Sebastian didn't know what to do. In the confides of his guest room, he could talk himself into the illusion that everything would be okay. That he wouldn't get tempted again and stick his hand in the cookie jar again. But Sebastian knew if the threat of Finn beating his ass didn't stop him from gladly taking Kurt's mouth, than nothing would. So he'd just have to stay away, or maybe convince Kurt to leave him the fuck alone somehow.

Or maybe, Sebastian thought, pulling his head out from his hands, he could make like it never happened. No one actually saw... it happen anyway (But Sebastian doubted he'd have his balls still if Mr. Hummel found out) so no one could call him out on it. The only people that new about it were Sebastian and Kurt. Kurt would never tell anyone, because, well it'd ruin the whole 'innocent' thing, and if Sebastian could just act like he didn't even remember it, maybe Kurt wouldn't mention it.

It was stupid, and fucked up, but it was the best he had.

And then, as if he'd heard his name in Sebastian's head, Kurt swept into the room, humming quietly to himself and opening the fridge to pull out a cold bottle of water.

"Good morning, Sebastian," he chirped, swiping a lock of hair out of his face with a smile, "How was your night?"

His cock twitched slightly at the reminder of Kurt's hot mouth, dragging up his shaft slowly, pausing at his tip to suck gently at his tip-

No.

"Fine," he ground out, gulping some of his coffee down in order to calm his nerves.

"I thought it was better than fine! Well now I must say, I'm offended," Kurt held a hand across his heart in mock hurt, "Well, if I didn't live up to the Sebastian Smythe standard I'm gonna need a lot of practice. How about tonight?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Sebastian said firmly.

Kurt let out a surprised laugh, his perfectly sculpted brow arching at him, "Really? That's what your going with? The 'it-didn't-happen' routine. I've got to say, I expected more from you. You don't seem like the type. I usually only get that with experimenting high school football players," Kurt laughed.

"Don't you have, like a friend's to be at or something?" Sebastian snapped, rubbing at his temples.

"Someone's testy. You'd think getting killer blow job on what you'd think would be an abstinent vacation would lift your spirits,"

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart, it wasn't killer," Sebastian fired back.

Kurt blinked at him for a second before Cheshire-like grin spread on hi face, "So you do remember. And just as I was about to get offended."

...shit.

Sebastian sighed, "Fuck. Okay whatever, it happened, but it's never fucking happening again. We're never mentioning it, and your little gay face isn't even allowed in my room anymore. I'm not gonna risk having Finn kill me because I wanted a quickie from his little brother."

Kurt hummed amused, "Aw, you're so cute you know that? Being scared of my brother. He's never found out about any of other guys, why are you so sure he will now?"

"Because he's in the next fucking room, I think he'll be able to hear me fucking you!"

"So you do want to fuck me?"

"No! Jesus, I want to drink my coffee without being harassed!" Sebastian snapped.

Kurt giggled again, tilting his head to one side and looking at Sebastian with something unrecognizable. A few beats passed before he replied, "You're funny."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that. All of a sudden, a memory of last night came flooding back into his head.

"What was that about last night, anyway?" he asked.

Kurt raised his eyebrows, "Sucking your cock? I was horny and you have a big di-"

"Not that, Christ," Sebastian groaned, "I mean the whole 'no one called me beautiful' shit,"

Kurt's smile faded off his face quickly, color blooming lightly on his cheeks, "Oh, that,"

"Yeah, that. Do you usually have sex with everyone who gives you a compliment? What, have you let your dad fuck you then?"

"No!" Kurt screeched, his face even redder, "Gosh, that's disgusting!"

"Hey, I'm just saying! I call you beautiful and you give me a blowjob. Most people just say thanks,"

Kurt looked away, and was quiet for a second, "I just-" he sighed, "Look, it was stupid. Just forget about it."

"Oh now you want to forget about it,"

Kurt narrowed his eyes at him before he looked back away, "My mom used to say I was her beautiful baby boy," he said quietly, "I- I didn't really have many friends when I was a kid. I kind of screamed 'different' from the start." he laughed quietly.

Sebastian looked at Kurt, his head looking off into space, quieter than he'd ever seen him before. He suddenly looked so small, hunched in on himself and looking so incredibly self conscious Sebastian kind of wanted to hug him, or whatever it was that people did to comfort others. He wasn't well versed on that. But he did know that he'd never seen Kurt like this during the week. A small boy in designer clothes, far too grown up for his age.

"Since she died, it's just, been kind of hard," Kurt admitted absently, still staring into space, "I've never had a guy tell me I was beautiful, and it just- It was nice,"

The silence was deafening, and Sebastian couldn't help but stare at Kurt. This wasn't the Kurt he knew. This wasn't the Kurt even Finn knew. He wasn't faking innocence and then propositioning him, he wasn't smirking between silences in dinner. He was here and he was something Sebastian hadn't seen. And he didn't know what that was.

"Kurt-"

"Morning guys!" suddenly a hand slapped down hard onto Sebastian's shoulder, "I thought I heard you guys up,"

Sebastian turned around to look up at Finn, towering over him with bed mussed hair and letting out a scratchy yawn. He turned back to Kurt. The smile was back on his face, beaming up at Finn with the same twinkle he had in his eye the entire time. It was like that Kurt didn't even exist.

"Morning, how'd you sleep?" Kurt chirped, rising from the table and walking over to the fridge again.

"Good," Finn mumbled, falling into Kurt's vacant chair ungracefully. He scratched at his head before looking at Sebastian closely, "Hey dude, were you having a bad dream or something last night?"

Sebastian shot him a confused look, "What are you talking about?"

"Last night, I kept hearing you like, jumping around in your bed and like talking. I thought you were having a bad dream or something."

Oh mother of God.

"Oh my God!" Kurt laughed, choking a bit on his water before leaning back and laughing hard.

"Kurt?" Finn asked, turning to look at him with a curious smile.

"That's so great," he wheezed out, hitting his knee hard and huffing out more laughter.

"Yes," Sebastian stated loudly over Kurt, narrowing his eyes in his direction, "I didn't feel well. I had this terrible nightmare I was in Lima. But I woke up and it was true anyway."

"Hey!"

"Are you sure it wasn't a dream?" Kurt laughed, wiping a tear from his eye, "You know, the wet kind-"

"What?" Finn asked, looking back at Kurt.

"Nothing!" Sebastian growled.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry," Kurt giggled, "I'm done, I'm sorry."

"Um, okay," Finn said after a beat, confused "Am I missing something?"

"Nope," Kurt jumped in before Sebastian could open his mouth, "it's nothing Finn. Now boys, what are your plans for today?"

"Well, mom invited her brothers and our cousins up for today since they're going on that cruise for Christmas. I think they're gonna be here by like, five?"

Kurt immediately deflated, "Oh. I don't think my dad would let me get out of that,"

Finn shook his head, scratching at his back tiredly, "No probably not. But it's cool man. They're fun, plus I think ma invited Puck and his sister over."

"That's supposed to make it better! Sarah doesn't even brush her hair! I know she's jewish, and I feel her pain, I really do, but I have enough hair products to glue a locker shut. She could at least make an effort and ask for a makeover."

Finn smiled, "C'mon, you know you love them,"

"I certainly don't! And don't think I'm going to go out and shop for food to cook for them," Kurt crossed his arms.

"I didn't think you would. Me and Sebastian are going to go," Finn said.

"What?"

"I still won't cook for them," Kurt pointed out, leaning against the counter.

"Yes you will," Finn grinned, "No matter how horrible the guest is you wouldn't ever risk being declared a bad host."

Kurt opened his mouth to reply, but closed it quickly. "Fine," he said haughtily. "But I'm not using the good dishes,"

Finn nodded, yawning again and stretching his arms back behind him. "Alright, I'm gonna shower than. Mom left like, a list on my lamp with stuff we need to get so I wanna just get it out of the way so we can go out." He stood up and looked back at Sebastian, "Wanna go in like, forty minutes?"

Sebastian sighed. He didn't particularly want to go spend his morning shopping, and then go do whatever the fuck else Finn had planned, but somehow staying home with Kurt seemed like the worse plan. He knew what he could do with those rep lips, and God he'd love to find out what that round, tight ass would feel like-

But he couldn't do that. He'd promised Finn.

So instead he replied, "Okay,"

"Be right back!" Finn called, already racing up the stairs, his steps pounding up each as he went.

"I thought he'd never leave" Kurt sighed, smirking "I might not have been able to stop myself from pushing you onto the table and riding you,"

Sebastian closed his eyes, trying really fucking hard not to picture just that. "Look, we need to talk."

Kurt raised his eyebrows again before smiling. "Alright, but let's go to my room. Wouldn't want anyone to walk in on us."

"We're not doing anything."

"Better be safe than sorry," Kurt winked, and then he walked out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

Sebastian pulled himself up, guiltily watching Kurt's ass the whole way there.

"Sit down," Sebastian ordered, walking past Kurt and standing in the middle of his room, "now."

Kurt smirked slowly, "Oh, so dominate now. I like it," He walked to his bed and sat. He looked up with an grin, "Now what, master?"

Sebastian swallowed because fuck that gave him ideas. He shook his head. So not what he was there for. "We need to talk."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Talking is boring. Sex is fun! Let's have sex!" he whined, flopping back on the bed.

"No! Jesus Christ," he sighed irritably. He breathed in through his nose, trying to calm himself down, "I'm just bringing you in here to-"

"Tie me up and have your wicked way with me,"

"Wha- No! Shut the fuck up," he snapped, "I know it might be way too much to ask you, but I need you to keep your mouth shut. If you can even manage that," he muttered.

"Keep my mouth shut about what, Sebastian?" he cooed innocently from his bed, and Sebastian didn't know if he wanted to strangle the sarcasm out of him or fuck it.

"Look, what- what happened, earlier, we can never mention it. Ever,"

Kurt smiled from where he lay, "Oh, you mean when I sucked your dick!"

"Shhh!"

"Funny, I remember you distinctly telling me to keep my mouth open last night," Kurt purred, sitting up and leaning forward on his elbows.

Sebastian glared at Kurt. "Look, just don't tell your dad, and definitely don't tell Finn. I'm not going to be fucking attacked because he thinks I stole your virtue. What happened was a lack of action on my part and you were just there. It didn't mean anything."

Kurt giggled softly, "Sebastian, this whole "I will not betray my best friend" act was cute at first, and although I do appreciate a good game of cat and mouse, this is getting kind of tedious. It's almost been a week. When are you going to fuck me?!"

"Never! That's the point!"

"C'mon, let's have a conversation like big-boys shall we? We both know you're going to keep saying you don't want this and I'm going to keep coming on to you, and touching you until you can't help yourself." Kurt said matter-of-factly, sitting up and fixing Sebastian with a hot gaze.

Sebastian breathed in through his nose. "Look, me and Finn are going out. Just, don't pull shit like that again when we get back. Your cousins or whatever are coming over."

Kurt sighed, "Don't remind me. They're a bunch of homophobic mouth breathers that eat all of our food,"

Sebastian chuckled lightly despite himself at that, "Well, don't hold back."

Kurt smiled up at him then, a real smile and rose from his bed, "I suppose I should get ready then, if they're coming tonight."

"You have the whole day, princess, I think you have time,"

"No. I have to look immaculate, so even if they're rude, I'll still look better than them," he said with determination. He walked to his bathroom, turning before he went in. "Plus, then you'll have something nice to look at during dinner!"

It turned out that going shopping was a lot more fun than Sebastian thought it would be. They ended up taking the wrong exit (Courtesy of Finn's driving) and drove all the way to a town sixteen miles away from their actual destination. They found a tiny Stop and Shop, broken and falling apart on the outside and tried to see if they could get the stuff there. Surprisingly, they got everything they needed, but not before they ran around the empty aisles and avoided the angry, cereal killer resembling manager. They finally got back home to the house by two with bags full of groceries and voices slightly hoarse from laughing.

Finn was putting the last of the things away before he turned to Sebastian and said, "Man, that was fun. But I'm so beat. D'you mind if I take a nap or something, I don't wanna fall asleep on top of my uncles."

Sebastian laughed, but nodded nonetheless, "No problem, I'm just gonna go for a walk anyway. I've always wanted to go on a tour in Lima."

"Hey, Lima's nice!"

"Whatever," Sebastian grinned, pushing Finn on his shoulder, "Go to bed, Goliath."

Finn grinned back, his eyes reflecting his sleepiness before he nodded and walked up the stairs and into his room.

Sebastian looked up to where Finn had gone, up the stairs and wondered briefly where Kurt was. He didn't see him when they got in, but Kurt never mentioned going out. Sebastian shook his head. No, he wasn't going there.

Instead he grabbed his phone off the table where he'd left it and walked out the door.

In all honesty, he'd seen a lot worse places than Lima. He'd been to the projects in Queens and he wasn't naive enough to think everyone was as well off as he was. But despite Lima having poor people, and even poorer taste, the town was kind of nice in a small town, quiet thinking kind of way.

He was just turning the corner a couple blocks from the house when his phone rang in his pocket. He stopped and extracted it, smiling when he saw the name 'Nick' flash on the screen.

"Hey!" Sebastian greeted.

"Sebastian! Man, how are you!?" Nick's voice came through his phone clear and happy, and Sebastian couldn't help but smile a little at that.

At least someone was enjoying there break.

"I'm fine, just happy for an excuse to not go to class."

"Like you went to class anyway,"

"Still, the thought was annoying."

Nick laughed again, and Sebastian heard him rearrange on the other side. "I'm sure. Now just imagine if you actually went."

"Sounds boring."

"Tell me about it."

Sebastian smiled, crossing the street and coming to slow down under a shady patch of sidewalk, "So, how are you doing anyway? Going crazy without your tight blondie to fuck?"

"Hey, fuck you, don't talk about Jeff like that," Nick snapped, suddenly serious.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "Well, someone's a scrooge."

He heard Nick sigh, and then, "Ugh, sorry. It's just I miss him a lot you know... and I'm really horny."

Sebastian chuckled, "Yeah, I figured. But it won't be too long. And don't even pretend like your ass won't be on the phone with him every other second."

"Yeah, but I want to see him-"

"Suck it up, man. No one wants to date a pussy,"

Nick huffed, "I hate you. Where's the sympathy, here? I'm heart broken. Love deprived!"

"I haven't had sex in a week, don't even talk to me about deprived."

"Oh no, how are you surviving?" Nick deadpanned.

"It's hard, Duval, but I'll make it. I'm kind of like the Anne Frank of Ohio,"

"You did not just make that analogy-"

"It's okay Nick. You don't have to kiss up. It'll just be embarrassing for the both of us."

Nick chuckled, "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, how is Ohio?"

"It's good, it's good," he said, continuing to walk down the sidewalk. "Well, as good as it can be back in Ohio."

"Your whole "I hate Ohio" act isn't fooling me, Smythe!" Nick laughed, "I know you love Ohio way more than you'd ever admit too."

"Well, if that's what you want to believe, I'll leave you to it,"

"We both know I'm right. But seriously man, how you doing out there?"

Sebastian kicked at a rock with his toe, "Eh, not too bad. Finn's totally goofy during Christmas and his parents seem nice enough. I think I can handle another few weeks here."

"That's good, and how's that little brother Finn's always talking about?"

Sebastian stumbled slightly over his feet at the mention of Kurt. "He's- fine."

"Okay Sebastian, that was the worst lie I've ever heard, and I've heard Jeff say he used to like girls."

"It's nothing, just- this... thing"

"What, are we in third grade? What is this thing?" Nick asked.

"It's, you know how Finn kind of loves his little step brother? Kurt? Like, a lot?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Okay, well I may have just completely fucked everything up." Sebastian sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that I think Finn's little brother's really hot and I kind of want to screw him." Sebastian blurted.

Nick was silent for a few seconds and Sebastian had to check if he'd lost him or something. "Dude." he said finally after a while, "You can't go there,"

"You think I don't know that?!"

"No, I mean you can't think that at all. Finn talks about Kurt like if they weren't brothers he'd date him himself! He loves having a little brother, and you go to his house for Christmas and try to have sex with him!"

"I'm not trying to have sex with him, he's trying to have sex with me!" Sebastian exclaimed, stopping under a tree and sinking down to sit on the curb of the sidewalk.

"What?"

Sebastian groaned, "Finn told me on the plane not to try anything with Kurt because I had said that he was hot. And I didn't mean anything by it but he got pissed and started spewing some shit about how Kurt was a virgin and didn't need some one night stand. So I just promised I wouldn't do anything. And I swear I wasn't going to! But I got to their house and Kurt was fine and everything was going okay and Finn leaves the room and Kurt fucking throws himself on me and's saying how he wants me to fuck him in his car and shit!"

"Oh my god, this is Kurt's brother?! The virgin!" Nick's disbelieving voice crackled through.

"Yeah, 'virgin' God, how can Finn not see it! The kid's a huge slut, even his clothes scream it. But he just keeps touching me and trying to get me to screw him whenever Finn's looking the other way, but playing all innocent around everyone else."

"Well, just tell Finn then, man. You're his best friend. If you tell him he'll be a lot less pissed than if he catches you! Finn's a reasonable guy, he'll believe you,"

"Yeah, I'm sure if I tell him his little brother not only isn't a virgin, but a huge whore who wants my dick he'll totally be on my side."

"Finn's your best friend, he'll believe you if you tell the truth man. If you didn't do anything with the brother than you don't have anything to worry about!" Nick pointed out. "You guys didn't do anything right?"

Sebastian's silence was enough to tell him the answer.

"Sebastian you didn't..."

"It was just a blow job, I swear!"

"Dude!"

"It wasn't my fault! He came into my room in the middle of the night and the next thing I know he's sucking me off! I couldn't help it!" Sebastian protested.

"Couldn't help it my ass! You could have pushed him off, Sebastian. It doesn't matter that he was the one doing the sucking, you still had sex with him!"

"It's just oral! It didn't mean anything,"

"If it didn't mean anything go tell Finn,"

Sebastian sighed, "Okay, okay. So it was a big deal. But I can't tell him, and I can't get the little whore to leave me alone. He's like a mosquito."

"Except mosquitoes stop sucking when you slap them,"

"You are so not helping right now."

"Okay," Nick chuckled before clearing his throat, "Alright man. You're fucked. There's no other way around it. You shouldn't have let it get this far in the first place,"

"It isn't like I actually took his fake virginity, and I could have done that a week ago. Why is that something we're ignoring?!" Sebastian pointed out lamely.

"You're a pig,"

"Just tell me what to do here Nick. I'm losing my mind," Sebastian pleaded, running a hand over his tired face.

Nick hummed for a second, "I don't know dude. This isn't exactly something I have experience in! Look, just-" he paused, "Just don't avoid him. It'll seem too suspicious, or rude if you just don't speak to him. But try to have Finn around you at all times, or any adult."

Sebastian nodded, "Okay, but what am I going to tell Finn?" he asked.

"Maybe-" sigh, "Maybe what Finn doesn't know won't hurt him. You didn't fuck him, right?"

"No, definitely not."

"Okay, so maybe it'd be better if Finn thinks Kurt's still- pure. If you don't go any further, maybe we can all come back to our room as friends. And with our dicks intact."

Sebastian scrubbed a hand over his face, before replying with another heavy sigh. "Amen to that,"

Carole, as it turned out, was not nearly as neurotic in the kitchen as Kurt was. Even when there were guests he didn't like coming over. After his talk with Nick the two chatted a little more before they both had to go. When Sebastian got back to the Hummel Hudson home it was just nearing 3:30 and Carole had returned home early.

"I took the afternoon home to make a few appetizers," she'd told him quietly, smiling at Kurt buzzing around the kitchen, stirring and cracking eggs like mad, "When I got here Kurt practically pushed me out. I'm afraid to tell him we were planning on just ordering out for the actual dinner,"

"I'd keep that to myself," Finn whispered back, "He might start yelling."

Carole smiled fondly, "Well, bless his heart. I know he isn't particularly fond of my nephews, but he still goes out of his way to make a wonderful dinner. Unlike my own son," she added, slapping Finn lightly on the hip.

"Hey!"

Kurt made the entire dinner, and by the time Burt arrived home from work, just minutes before Carole's family was supposed to come over, he'd had the table in the living room set up for drinks.

"Calm down son," Burt chuckled, throwing an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "It looks very nice."

Kurt hummed and leaned into his embrace, looking at his handy work, "Are you sure, should I bring out some more crackers just in case-"

"Everything looks great, kiddo. Don't worry. You kids are gonna be in the basement anyway,"

"Why are we gonna be in the basement?" Sebastian piped up from where he sat on the couch next to Finn.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "It's where all the game consoles are. Dylan, Max, and John are-"

"Your cousins who you will be nice to because Carole doesn't get to see her family much," Burt cut in, fixing Kurt with a warning look.

"Fine, but I'm not giving them the good slices of lasagna. They get the crusty edges,"

Sebastian sort of had to laugh at that.

Kurt wasn't exaggerating. At all.

After Finn disappointingly found out that Puck and Sarah couldn't come over to dinner, it just left them and Carole's family. All seven of them.

Carole's brothers seemed nice enough. They were two short, stocky men with broad shoulders and shocks of auburn hair covering their head. The resemblance between the three was kind of scary if Sebastian was being honest. Their wives seemed okay too, both of them extended their polite 'hellos' and hugs before Burt announced all the adults were going into the living room and they'd have dinner when the lasagna finished cooking.

That just left the cousins. Max, John and Dylan were just as short as their fathers, only slimmer around the waist and much leaner. They all kind of looked the same, and Sebastian didn't really bother to learn who was who when they introduced themselves.

It wasn't until they were in their basement that the 'polite' facade shed off like a snake's skin.

"Jeez, I thought they'd never leave," One of them groaned (Dylan?). He plopped down onto the couch next to Finn, digging through his pocket to produce a rolled joint. "I'm not sitting through this shit unless I'm high,"

The other two laughed and sat next to him, already toeing off their shoes and throwing them onto the table.

"You are not getting high in my house," Kurt snapped, still not sitting down near any of them.

They all looked at Kurt with disbelieving eyes, "What's his problem?"

"My problem is I'm not going to have my clothes smell like skunk because you want to act like little rebellious seventh graders,"

"Kurt, c'mon, relax," Finn said from the side.

"Yeah Kurt," one of the brothers said, slightly mockingly. He grabbed the joint and extended it towards Kurt. "Relax."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at them and just crossed his arms in response.

Sebastian faded in and out for a while, not really interested in the idiots in front of him. (They'd switched to playing video games after Kurt put his foot down about the weed) After a while he slipped away unnoticed and went into the kitchen to try and find something to drink other than water.

It was about ten minutes before the door slammed open and he heard muttering.

"God, I hate this side of the family," Kurt groaned, stomping into the kitchen with four plates and slamming them on the counter.

"Whoa, calm down Banner," Sebastian laughed, leaning against the fridge and sipping from his glass of water.

Kurt just glared at him in response before angrily ripping open the dish washer door and pulling out the rack.

"What's got your panties in a twist?"

"God, they come up once a year and think they live here. 'Why don't you put these away Kurt' Like I'm the maid! Carole doesn't even do anything! I love this woman, but her nephews are testosterone ridden pigs," he muttered, shoving plates in.

Sebastian smiled. Angry Kurt was something he hadn't seen before. It was kind of... cute. Like a kitten trying to scratch you.

"What'd they do?"

"My cousins are sad excuses for men, and once they're finished with their glory days of college they're going to realize that being a caveman your whole live doesn't help you get a job. I'll have them clean my bathroom when they're working for me," Kurt snapped, ignoring his question.

"Well, at least you aren't bitter."

Kurt tried to hold back his smile at that one, but could help from grinning a little bit.

"What are they doing now anyway?" Sebastian asked, walking towards the fridge next to Kurt.

"Avoiding them. I can't stand sitting in the same room as those homophobic assholes." Kurt said, "They hide it pretty well, but you can just see the way they look at me when everyone else turns."

Sebastian turned towards Kurt at the end. It was said softer than the rest. Kurt was still slamming things away, but there was something in his eyes. Some sort of pain that he thought he'd buried a long time ago, bubbling up to the surface and bursting in his face. Sebastian knew what it was like to go through ignorant people who didn't like who he was. Sure, it wasn't to bad for him. He was a Smythe. He went to Dalton Academy. But he knew those looks, filled with such barely concealed hatred. Sebastian was a dick but he knew no one deserved that.

Kurt suddenly wasn't the boy he'd seen every day at the house. He was the boy he'd seen earlier that morning, and the night before. Someone unsure and small, trying to mend together his broken pieces in an attempt to fix himself.

"Hey," he said softly, "They're assholes. You said it yourself, they'll be working for you some day."

"Yeah," Kurt admitted softly, smiling a little at him, "They will be. Still annoying though,"

"They doing anything else?" Sebastian asked, glad to distract Kurt from whatever the fuck had been going on his head.

He sighed heavily, "They're just sitting there, with their feet on my table, talking about all their past conquests." He huffed, slamming another plate into the rack, "As if they're getting a lot of action. Max can't even see his toes,"

Sebastian threw his head back and laughed, closing his eyes and shaking his head, "You are something special, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt was quiet, barely making a sound. Sebastian peeked open one eye open in suspicion, looking at the teen quizzically. "What are you-"

Sebastian didn't finish the question, for Kurt sprung forward. He surged into Sebastian, hopping off his feet and into him, wrapping his long legs around his waist and putting his arms around his neck, his hands tangling in his hair.

"What the fuck?" Sebastian yelped, stumbling back until he hit the fridge roughly, causing the magnets and papers held on to it to shake violently.

Kurt growled, attaching his mouth to Sebastian's neck and licking up the side. He nipped at the junction where neck met shoulder and started sucking.

"Kurt! Get the fuck off me!" Sebastian tried pulling Kurt from him, but the teen was like a tick. He latched his legs around his waist tighter, gripping his hair almost painfully as he continued to suck on the side of his neck.

Sebastian tried to keep his breathing under control as pleasure coursed through him. Kurt was dragging his teeth across the spot he'd just sucked, pushing his erection (When the fuck did thateven happen?) roughly into Sebastian's. Their loose fabric left little to the imagination, slotting their dicks together with just a few thin layers separating the blazing skin. Kurt's hands pulled at Sebastian's locks harder, and God fucking dammit if he didn't love it.

Kurt nipped the spot he'd been working on one more time before licking up his neck and tilting Sebastian's head back. He started to suck on his throat, just below his jaw.

Sebastian closed his eyes, forgetting any reservations as Kurt nipped and bit under his jaw. Bringing his arms that lay limp at his sides up, he reached around Kurt's clinging body and placed them under his ass.

Kurt's really nice ass.

Sebastian hummed in approval, grabbing Kurt's ass roughly. He spread his fingers under the globes of his ass, kneading the flesh and enjoying the breathless gasp Kurt released. About fucking time he was left flustered for once.

Kurt brought his head back, eyeing the two hickeys he'd marked onto Sebastian. Giving one last peck to the one below his jaw he moved his head up to look in Sebastian's eyes; piercing green meeting ocean blue. They stared for a second, Sebastian stilling his hands, Kurt's fingers stopping in Sebastian's hair.

And then they attacked.

Kurt lunged for Sebastian's mouth just as Sebastian's last thread of resistance snapped. Their mouths met in a messy kiss, each moaning wantonly. It was filthy, their teeth clattering against each other's. Kurt pushed his tongue into Sebastian's mouth, brushing against his and licking the back of his teeth. Sebastian growled. He was not letting the teenage dominate the kiss. Fuck no, that wouldn't be happening.

Sebastian licked into Kurt's mouth, ramming his tongue along with Kurt's own back in and tangling them. He swirled his tongue around the younger man's, Kurt moaning brokenly into him. Sebastian sucked his bottom lip in between in teeth, nipping quickly at it before drawing it into his mouth and sucking lightly. He gripped harder at Kurt's ass, lifting up and rutting the tent of his pants against himself.

Kurt drew back with a gasp, exposing his long neck and using his legs as leverage to grind back down against Sebastian's hard cock. Sebastian leaned forward, licking a strip up Kurt's neck and nipping slightly as he took Kurt's lead and began to thrust himself back against Kurt.

Kurt moaned throatily, "O-Oh God, Sebastian," he chanted, wrapping his legs tighter around Sebastian's middle.

"Shhh," Sebastian whispered huskily against Kurt's neck, "Don't be too loud baby, or I'll stop,"

Kurt whimpered, pushing himself down against Sebastian and squeezing his eyes shut.

Sebastian grunted, tightening his grip on Kurt and walking over to the kitchen table and placing Kurt down on his back. He thrust down hard onto Kurt, reveling in the feeling of Kurt's ass through the fabrics. Kurt buried his face in Sebastian's neck, moaning brokenly as Sebastian thrust wildly onto him. It only took another few seconds of their savage dry humping before Kurt slapped a hand over his mouth and moaned loudly.

The feeling of Kurt stilling in his arm to come, and the sound of him during his climax so close to his ear pushed Sebastian over the edge. Soon he was cumming, hard and fast into his pants.

They breathed in deeply for a few seconds, the heat around them floating up and away like steam from a coffee pot. Sebastian still lay on top of Kurt, his head bowed and eyes closed.

"Wow," Kurt whispered suddenly.

And then everything was clear again.

Sebastian let go of Kurt and stumbled back, tripping on his own feet and slamming against the counter. "Holy shit,"

Kurt sat up, tilting his head to the side, a smile breaking out over his face, "Well, my night just got better."

"Oh my God, we- we just-"

"Fucked. Well, sort of."

"Fuck!" Sebastian exclaimed, "You have to stop this shit! I can't believe I just let that happen. Finn's going to kill me. You're his-his little brother! Shit shit shit,"

"Calm down, it's okay, I liked it!"

"That's not the fucking point! That shouldn't have happened! Your goddamn family was in the next room while we fucked on the kitchen table! Jesus Christ," Sebastian tugged a hand through his head, his stress already pressing down on his lungs. "I need to change- I need to change my fucking pants because they're ruined and you have to-"

Kurt hopped off the table, shushing him, and Sebastian tried not to look at the damp patch in the crotch of his pants. "Look, we'll go change. No one will know. Problem solved."

"Problem not solved! I promised Finn I wouldn't do anything with you!"

"Finn can't tell me who I can have sex with," Kurt pointed out.

"Because he doesn't even know you are having sex! He thinks you're this-this virgin" Sebastian exclaimed, looking around to make sure no one was coming through the door. He sighed angrily, rubbing at his eyes exasperatedly, "Go get changed. This is never happening again. Whatever the fuck this," he gestured to the two of them, "it's over."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, before he smirked and nodded, rubbing off imaginary lint from his shirt. "Well, okay, I'll go change" He walked passed Sebastian and to the door of the kitchen and paused. Turning back to him, he added in a smokey voice, "But this isn't over. Next time I want you to fuck my ass so hard I'm bed ridden." He winked, and with that left to go up to his room.

Needless to say, Sebastian didn't heard any of the conversation that dinner.

I hope the next wait is much less annoying and long. I'm like, super irresponsible and dumb though so I apologize in advance. Have a happy Thanksgiving to anyone in 'Merica.