A/N: Many of you guys requested a follow up. I hope you enjoy this part as much as the first chapter 333

Kurt pulls up to the curb, parks, and cuts the engine. He fishes his cell phone out of his pocket to send the obligatory text.

To Sebastian:

I have arrived…now get your ass out here.

He chuckles when he sends the message, then chuckles even harder when he gets a text back.

To Kurt:

Keep your panties on, princess. I'm on my way.

Kurt used to take exception to being called princess, but seeing as he occasionally calls Sebastian horse teeth, he lets it slide.

Besides, it's nice to be in the insulting-but-fond nickname stage of being friends with Sebastian.

Being friends with Sebastian. He honestly never thought that would ever happen - not before a zombie apocalypse or the next Ice Age anyway - but at least it's starting to sound less weird now when he says it.

Kurt hears footsteps on the pavement and raises his eyes from his screen to look out the window. He sees the man himself walking toward him, wearing a dark green polo beneath a distressed military-style leather jacket. He has his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans, lifting up his shirt enough so Kurt can see the way the dark wash denim shows off the shape of his trim waist and muscular legs. He has gone through the trouble of having his hair expertly coiffed (something that Kurt can definitely appreciate), highlights gleaming beneath the ambient lights. But what Kurt notices most, the thing Sebastian wears that shows the brightest, is his smile – warm, genuine, unsolicited, with no ulterior motives or underhanded strings of any kind attached.

Sebastian seems happy to see Kurt, and he's not ashamed to show it.

Kurt wolf-whistles out the window when Sebastian approaches.

"Hot damn, Sebastian," Kurt calls out. "Don't you look sexy? And walking in a straight line. That's promising."

"Yeah, well," Sebastian says, looking down at his shoes, shy for a second, "I can't be too sloppy. I have a big date tonight."

Kurt scoffs as he hops out of the driver's seat and rounds to the passenger rear door to open it.

"Figures that you'd call to have me drive you to your big date," Kurt says, biting his lower lip to keep from saying anything else about it.

"Well, parking is non-existent in the city," Sebastian comments, nodding at Kurt in thanks as he opens the door, "and taxis are highway robbery."

Kurt closes the door behind Sebastian and shakes his head, hurrying back to his car seat with his arms wrapped around his chest, warding off the evening chill.

After that fateful last Friday night drop-off, Kurt returned to the Dial-A-Ride office and before Carl even had his hand out for Kurt's keys, Kurt told him that he wanted to continue on as a permanent volunteer. The words came out all at once. He couldn't have stopped them.

His announcement came as a surprise to everyone, but mostly to himself.

Carl offered Kurt his pick of nights, but Kurt chose to keep Fridays. Carl gave Kurt a strange smile and said that if that's what he wanted, that's what he could have, but if he needed to change at any time, to let him know.

That was the kindest, most considerate thing Carl had ever said to Kurt, and it was entirely unprompted, so naturally Kurt was suspicious.

As it turned out, Carl was the infamous Charlie's older brother (Charlie being the boy who had stuck around to make sure that Kurt would be returning the following Friday). Charlie also happened to be Sebastian's roommate at NYU, and had given Sebastian the phone number for Dial-A-Ride in the first place when he noticed Sebastian starting to drink more than normal.

Everything that had happened between the hand-off of that phone number and that first pick-up at Off the Wagon had been a solid coincidence. But after that…well, it didn't take too long for Kurt to realize that he had been set up.

But Kurt and Sebastian didn't figure this out until after Kurt showed up the following Friday to meet Sebastian at The High Life - Kurt's first Friday starting anew.

Sebastian spotted Kurt from the door while leaving the nightclub and frowned. He didn't seem as drunk as usual, only swaying back and forth and maybe stumbling a step, but he was apparently in no need of a bouncer escort tonight.

Kurt didn't know whether that confirmed that the over-the-top drunkenness was all an act for his benefit or not.

Sebastian hadn't special requested Kurt this time, but Carl made sure that Kurt got the ticket.

Kurt opened the door for Sebastian, and Sebastian regarded him oddly. He smelled like he had only had one or two beers, but he didn't need the alcohol to bring him down. His eyes didn't smile, his frown grew deeper, and his brows drew together in the middle.

Kurt couldn't tell if this sour mood was due to finals (Kurt had just finished his), or maybe he struck out big time at the nightclub…

…or maybe it was seeing him.

"I talked to Carl," Sebastian said after Kurt returned to the driver's seat. "Your volunteer commitment ended last Friday."

Kurt turned in his seat to look at the man behind him.

"Yeah," Kurt said, "so?"

"So, why are you back here?" Sebastian asked.

Kurt stared for a moment into Sebastian's green eyes, clouded in the dark, coming off as aloof but that didn't fool Kurt. He detected something underneath, something that looked like fear. Kurt sighed.

"Frankly, I came here for you."

Sebastian glanced around himself sarcastically, making a show of being sure there wasn't anyone else sitting next to him that Kurt could be referring to.

"Why?" he asked with a shrug. "Why would you stick around for me? I heard you hated this job."

"Because, I thought, maybe you and I could become friends…" Kurt felt a tiny, worried pang in his head, like maybe he had misinterpreted everything and was making a fool of himself.

"Friends?" Sebastian asked with the start of an actual smile, one that barely tugged at the corners of his lips and stayed without his permission. "You want to be friends…with me?"

"Yup," Kurt said with relief. He wasn't wrong. Sebastian did want him…as a friend. They were going to be friends. That's all Kurt was ready for. "But I have some rules."

Sebastian nodded.

"And they are?"

"You have to be nice…"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the déjà vu he felt - the familiar ring of those words.

"Ok…"

"You have to be sober…"

Sebastian paused. Kurt could see by the dip in his smile that Sebastian thought he knew where Kurt was heading, but Sebastian took a chance anyway. Maybe he needed to hear for himself that he would have to change - that he wasn't good enough for Kurt the way he was.

"And?" Sebastian swallowed hard, but Kurt smiled at him, in no way cruel or teasing.

"You have to be yourself."

"So, what are we up to tonight?" Sebastian asks as Kurt slides into the driver's seat.

"We're up to question twelve," Kurt tells him, "and I believe that it's your turn to start this time."

"Okay…" Sebastian says, rubbing his hands together but with a wary expression on his face instead of his patented devious grin. Lately, Sebastian's sole goal has been trying to find a question that will stump or embarrass Kurt (First time doing it outdoors? Ever been part of a threesome? Favorite place you like to be kissed? Fantasy involving me – you know you have one…). But Kurt knows which question Sebastian plans to ask tonight. At least Sebastian waited a while before asking, but Kurt knew this was coming eventually. "What exactly happened between you and Blaine?"

To be honest, Kurt thought that would have been Sebastian's first question when they had decided on this game of 20 Questions (one question for each of them on every ride home that Sebastian was, at least, mostly sober), but it wasn't.

To Kurt's surprise, Sebastian's first question was, "So, how's your dad doing…you know, with his health issues and all?"

Kurt's jaw had legitimately dropped to his knees, and he missed his green light.

After Sebastian explained that he hadn't been stalking Kurt or his father all these years (he had apparently gotten the info second hand from a few Dalton mutuals who were still close to Kurt), they had a long conversation about Kurt's father's prostate scare, which turned into the initial horrible incident of his heart condition back when Kurt was in high school…and then a discussion about Kurt's mom.

They sat parked at the curb in front of NYU for over an hour talking when Kurt started crying. Sebastian climbed into the front seat and put his arms around him…and Kurt let him. Kurt said he wasn't sure why he would get so upset about it now. He hadn't cried over his mom in years, but after everything that had gone down after he moved to New York – Finn passing away so suddenly (which Sebastian hadn't heard about yet), his father's health scare, and all the stuff he had slogged through with NYADA and Vogue and Blaine, he had sort of forgotten that he still had that pain packed away in the back of his mind. It's a pain he hadn't revisited in some time, but it needed to be let out.

Kurt apologized profusely for his unattractive display (he said that with a self-depreciating laugh and a cover-up smile) but Sebastian wouldn't let him. He told Kurt to keep crying, to keep talking, that talking about it was good, remembering was good, crying was good, because that's the way the people they loved would live on – through stories and memories…even through unattractive displays.

It was a subject Sebastian seemed to be adamant about; Kurt grew quiet when that hit him.

Sebastian told Kurt about his grandmother passing away at the beginning of the semester and how hard it had been. Sebastian and his grandmother had been insanely close. She wasn't just his grandmother – she was his best friend, his biggest supporter. Now he had to go on, leaving behind all the rituals he had in his life that included her – the good morning texts, the weekly letters (since his grandmother had subscribed quite heavily to the lost art of letter writing), the birthday potlucks, but mostly, their Friday night phone calls.

Like Kurt's Friday night dinners with his dad before he left Lima, those phone calls had been sacred.

On that Friday night, in the front seat of the Dial-A-Ride van, Kurt and Sebastian jumped an important hurdle toward becoming friends.

They realized they weren't so different after all.

"Do you really want to waste a question on this?" Kurt asks, merging on to the highway. "I mean, wouldn't you rather know something more important, like, oh, I don't know, my thoughts on butt plugs versus inserts? I mean, that's some gripping conversation right there."

Kurt laughs, and Sebastian does, too, but only politely.

"Is it that it's uncomfortable to talk about," Sebastian starts when the laughter comes to an awkward halt, "or is it that you don't want to talk about it with me?"

Kurt looks into the rearview and sees how quickly Sebastian slips into defense mode, so certain of rejection. Kurt wondered, when he first saw it, how did Sebastian ever get the reputation for being such a cocky, self-assured ass the way he pouts at the drop of a hat, but Kurt is beginning to realize that this phenomenon might be symptomatic of their relationship only.

That this friendship they've developed might be important to Sebastian.

"Don't guilt me, Sebastian," Kurt says. "Please? It has nothing to do with not wanting to tell you specifically. It was an awful situation all around."

Sebastian nods.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," he says, reaching out and putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I don't mean to be a jerk. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Sebastian's smirk returns. "That butt plug question sounds good. We can go back to that. Now, would you be talking from personal experience or…"

Kurt shakes his head and smiles, grateful that Sebastian is so willing to change topics for his sake.

"Do you really want to hear about it?" Kurt asks, cutting Sebastian off.

Sebastian meets Kurt's gaze in the mirror.

"Yes," he says. "I really do."

Kurt sighs. He rolls his head on his neck, hearing some of the vertebrae - stiff from driving - crack, then checks the GPS on the dash to see how far they are from their destination.

"Well, make yourself comfortable," Kurt says. "It's a long story, and you're not allowed to judge…"

"Come on, Kurt," Sebastian hiccupped, flopping down onto the van seat.

"No," Kurt said, disappointed. "This is only the second Friday and you've already fallen off the wagon." Kurt stood up suddenly at that, smacking himself on the forehead with his palm. "Ha!" he said. "Off the Wagon…I get it!"

Sebastian barked out a confused laugh, squinting up at Kurt through bleary eyes.

"I swear," Sebastian slurred, "I only had the two beers. I think they didn't mix well with my antihistamines, though." Sebastian started patting down his pockets, looking for something. Kurt didn't know why he bothered waiting, but Sebastian said, "a-ha!" and produced a silver blister packet of prescription medication.

Kurt gave out one sharp laugh when he read the first five words written after the name, printed in all caps on the wrapper – DO NOT MIX WITH ALCOHOL.

"Well, shit," Kurt said, handing the pills back. "I guess you're right. But now I think I should take you to the hospital."

"Take me wherever you want, Prince Charming," Sebastian chuckled, lying down on the backseat, "as long as you take me."

"Wonderful," Kurt said. "I'm still not sure you deserve to ask me a question for being such a dunderhead."

"Oh, please," Sebastian begged as Kurt closed the van door. He waited till Kurt got into the driver's seat before he continued. "I'm sorry. It was an honest mistake. Do people not make those in your universe?"

Kurt thought about the last time someone in his life had made a mistake. He had apologized, too. It didn't make it better.

"Alright," Kurt conceded, "but only because we're probably going to spend about eight hours in the E.R. anyway."

"You're…you're staying with me?" Sebastian asked.

"Sure," Kurt said, grabbing his cell and sending a quick text to Carl. "You were my last ride anyway."

"Okay," Sebastian giggled, rubbing his hands together, devious smile slapped firmly in place, "tell me about a fantasy involving me?"

Kurt's eyes snapped up to glare at him with disbelief.

"Oh, come on, Kurt," Sebastian drawled. "You know you have one."

"Well, I've fantasized about punching you in the neck," Kurt replied. "Does that count?"

"Kuuuurt," Sebastian whined, grabbing the edge of Kurt's seat and shaking it. "Come on…you know what I mean…"

Kurt's jaw tightened as he tried to focus less on Sebastian's question and more on getting them to the closest hospital he could find.

"Kurt…" Sebastian crept over the seat back and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Come on, Kurt. We're all friends here."

Kurt sighed. Could Kurt count on this turning into one of those situations that Sebastian would be too loopy to remember? Most likely not.

"Well, I…" Kurt started, pausing to change lanes – not that he needed to, he just wanted the time to think over his answer. "I've got to say that…I've always kind of…I've imagined what it might be like…"

"Yeah?" Sebastian's eyes grew wide as they watched Kurt's cheeks go pink, then red, then scarlet.

"I always wondered what it might be like to kiss you," Kurt breathed out quickly, changing lanes again, this time by accident.

Sebastian stared a second longer, mystified that Kurt actually gave him an honest answer.

"Oh, yeah," Sebastian said, dismissing it to ease the tension. "I would, too, if I were you. I'm an awesome kisser."

"Yup," Kurt said, not all the put off by Sebastian's lack of modesty under the circumstances.

"And you…" Sebastian went on. "I bet you kiss real good."

Kurt caught sight of Sebastian's goofy grin and laughed.

"Yeah, well, I guess you'll have to wait and see."

The comment came out so effortlessly, Kurt didn't think to censor it.

Kurt's tongue went dry and Sebastian's face froze.

Neither of them spoke again till they reached the hospital.

"So, he told you to go to New York, and then he cheated because you left…" Sebastian repeats, trying to keep up and sounding noticeably more annoyed than he had when Kurt started his story.

"Yup," Kurt says.

"And then you went back to Lima, slept with him at your teacher's almost-wedding, and then forgave him…"

"Yes," Kurt affirms, though when Sebastian says it out in the open like that, with the emotions of the moment stripped away and the truth cut to the bone, it sounds worse than he remembers.

"And then Blaine got all of us to help him propose to you, and you said yes?"

Kurt winces at the edge of incredulity in Sebastian's tone. Kurt usually has no problem defending himself against mistakes he's made in the past, but – surprising to him – he doesn't want this to sully his relationship with Sebastian, not now when it's so new and full of promise.

"I said you couldn't judge," Kurt says instead of an affirmation.

"Oh, I'm not judging," Sebastian says. "I'm just trying to decide which one of the two of you is the bigger idiot."

Kurt has a response for that, but he shelves it.

Actually, he probably deserves Sebastian's low opinion of him.

He allowed his heart to make a lot of bad decisions.

But before he can say something else, something in his defense, Sebastian blows out a long breath.

"Blaine is," he concludes. "Without a shadow of a doubt, Blaine absolutely is the bigger idiot."

Kurt laughs, but wryly. Kurt has let Blaine go, but he hasn't really forgiven himself for all the wasted time and energy he put into that relationship, even when he knew it was floundering.

"And why do you think that?" Kurt says.

Sebastian puts his hand back on Kurt's shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

"Because, yeah, you trusted him when you shouldn't have, but he gave you a reason to trust him and then he betrayed that trust. He's the bigger idiot by far."

Kurt smiles, his eyes shifting from the road ahead to Sebastian's reflection.

"But I'm still an idiot, right?" Kurt asks.

"Oh, definitely," Sebastian says with another gentle squeeze. "You totally are."

They passed their time in the E.R. going through question after question, some inane and just for fun, others deeper, about their school, and life, and the future. The subject of Kurt's relationship with Blaine seemed to be off-limits for the time being, as did Sebastian's relationship with his grandmother – probably because both subjects were too significant to be discussed in a crowded waiting room surrounded by about three hundred other New Yorkers (though Kurt's preference between topping and bottoming seemed to be a reasonable question). At some point, the questions petered off, because the noise level in the waiting room got too loud or because they were both too tired to think of anything else to ask. They read old magazines and Sebastian took a half-hour nap with his head resting against Kurt's shoulder, the quiet between them relaxed and comfortable.

It was well past six in the morning before Sebastian was seen, vitals taken, and then told he was free to go back to his dorm.

"So, apparently drinking alcohol while taking prescription antihistamines isn't as dire as the all caps warning made it seem," Kurt commented.

"If your friend didn't have a reaction and die about four hours ago," the exhausted E.R. nurse quipped, "then he's golden."

"We'll remember that for next time," Kurt said, taking over in the sarcastic comeback department while Sebastian yawned behind his hand.

Luckily, it was a short ride to NYU from the E.R. Kurt was about dead on his feet, but he knew he could hold on a little longer. He avoided mentioning anything about feeling tired out loud on the off chance Sebastian might offer him a couch or a bed to nap on…because Kurt knew he'd jump at it, consequences be damned.

The campus looked different in the daytime, with people bustling about. Sebastian was about to get out of the van and leave, but Kurt demanded he text Charlie for help, just to be on the safe side.

"What, are you worried about me, princess?" Sebastian asked when Kurt opened the door for him but stood blocking his way to keep him from exiting the vehicle.

"Not in the slightest," Kurt said quickly. Sebastian looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and Kurt scrunched his nose in response. "Well, maybe a little. Sorry I dragged you to the E.R. for nothing."

"No sweat," Sebastian said, patting Kurt on the upper arm. "I'll just consider it our first date."

Kurt rolled his eyes but couldn't help laughing. What a ridiculous concept. Kurt dating Sebastian Smythe. In what weird alternate dimension would that ever happen?

Not this one…right?

"So, can I ask you one last question?" Kurt asked, looking over his shoulder when he heard Charlie call out, "Hey! Kurt! Seb! What up, guys?"

"Didn't you just…"

Kurt cut him off with a pointed look, and Sebastian put his hands up in surrender.

"Go for it," he said.

Kurt bit his lower lip, looking down before he asked, but down took his eyes straight to Sebastian's mouth, tongue swiping over dry lips as he waited for Kurt's question. So Kurt's eyes, framed by dark cheeks, looked back into Sebastian's.

"Is The High Life as much fun as it looks?" Kurt asked.

Sebastian's smile didn't even wait before it made an appearance.

"Can I answer your question with a question?"

"That's cheating but sure," Kurt said.

"Do you want to find out?"

"Hey," Charlie said, finally reaching them and clapping Kurt on the shoulder. "How did things go last night?"

"I had some beers after I took my meds, and I guess I got whacked out," Sebastian explained, stepping out of the van. Kurt moved to give him room to stand, Sebastian's question still bouncing around his brain without any idea of how he should answer.

Did Sebastian just ask him out?

"Ah, so Kurt saved your ass yet again," Charlie said, his cheery laugh hiding a different concern. "You had me worried there."

"Yeah, well, apparently I had Kurt worried, too." Sebastian winked at Kurt, still in shock.

"Well, let's get you up to bed before you fall over," Charlie said, taking Sebastian's arm and putting it around his shoulders to give him something to lean on. "You, too, Kurt. Drive safe."

"Yeah," Sebastian said, "drive safe, and call me when you have an answer to that question."

Kurt nodded, raising his hand and waving as the two limped away, numbly waiting for his brain to start working again so he could come up with an answer.

"Do you want to find out?"

That question echoes in Kurt's head as he pulls up to their destination and parks by the curb. His hands gripping the steering wheel, he looks into the rearview mirror at Sebastian. Sebastian fusses with his cuffs and his collar, then he glances out the window, scanning the crowd outside for the man that's supposed to meet him here. His green eyes snap back suddenly and stare into Kurt's, his expression unreadable for the most part, though Kurt can see a bit of nervousness shifting the muscles in his cheeks and worry playing at the corners of his mouth.

"So, we're here," Kurt reminds Sebastian, who looks slightly green. "Are you ready for this?"

Sebastian looks like he might be sick, but then his whole faces changes. His eyes go wide and his lips quirk up into the smile that Kurt remembers from high school – the one full of confidence and swagger that Kurt used to find so infuriating.

But not so much anymore.

"Yeah," Sebastian says. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Kurt gets out of the driver's side to open Sebastian's door.

"Does this one have child safety locks, too?" Sebastian asks.

"Nah," Kurt says. "I just thought I would do the gentlemanly thing."

"Well, you would think the gentlemanly thing would be to let me sit in the front passenger seat," Sebastian says, watching Kurt open the door for him.

"I will next time," Kurt says. "I just wanted one more ride with us like this. For old times' sake."

Sebastian looks at Kurt as he stands, his smile softening, and leans forward to kiss him on the forehead.

"Whatever you want, babe."

"May I take your keys, sir?" a young man behind them asks. Kurt spins around to look at him, offended by the question. Sebastian laughs as Kurt looks at the man in horror.

"Settle down, sweetheart," Sebastian whispers. "He's just the valet."

The man smiles wider, his hand held out to Kurt, barely an inch from his face. Kurt looks him up and down. He's wearing black jeans and a tie-dyed t-shirt with the words The High Life printed in black letters across the chest.

He also looks seventeen

Kurt looks at his keys in his hand, the smile on his face becoming uncomfortably rigid.

"Come on, babe," Sebastian says when Kurt's fingers start to curl back over the keys in his palm. "Let the nice man park your SUV."

"But…but it's my baby," Kurt says, gaze traveling from his keys, to his Navigator, to Sebastian, and then to the persistent young man with the baby face.

"And they'll take good care of it, or we'll rip them a new one, isn't that right…uh…Scooter?" Sebastian asks, turning to the anxious man waiting for Kurt keys.

"Uh…it's Scott," the man says, his smile failing only a tiny bit. "And of course, sir. Your vehicle is safe with me."

Kurt gulps loudly and turns his keys over. Sebastian walks him away from the curb before he can change his mind. They walk to an area close to the door, beneath some trees with a view of the walkway.

"Motherfucking Charlie," Sebastian mutters, eying the people walking in ahead of them.

"Relax," Kurt says, winding an arm through Sebastian's arm. "We agreed on eight o'clock. We're early. Besides…" Kurt looks up at him with a soothing smile, "if I'm the one meeting your friends, and I just left one of my most prized possessions in the hands of a fourteen-year-old, why are you the one who looks like you're going to vomit?"

"Because," Sebastian says, sneaking his arm out of Kurt's grasp in favor of wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, "they've known me longer than you have but they already know that you're too good for me. I don't want…you know…anything they say to scare you away."

"You've already told me once that I have a hard luck case of the gay face," Kurt says with a chuckle. "Remember that?"

Kurt had hoped to get Sebastian to laugh, but his teasing has the opposite effect. Sebastian drops his head and looks at his feet, toeing at the concrete.

"Look, the point is I'm still here," Kurt says, leaning to the side to meet Sebastian's eyes. "You asked me out on a date, and I said yes, so, why don't you stop worrying?"

"Okay," Sebastian agrees. He looks around behind them and then back at the bouncer at the door, acknowledging him with a nod. Bryce sees Kurt sheltered in Sebastian's embrace and smiles for the first time that Kurt can remember. "Why don't we head on inside and wait there?" Sebastian suggests. "Instead of out here in the cold?"

"Sounds like a plan," Kurt says, "but first…"

Sebastian looks at Kurt curiously, but Kurt doesn't wait for him to ask. His hands crawl up Sebastian's back to his shoulders, tilting his body in as Kurt rises up an inch on his toes and presses their lips together. It starts out as an unambitious kiss – Kurt still has some issues with PDA…

…issues that melt away in an instant when Sebastian gasps into Kurt's mouth, pulls him in closer, slips his tongue past his lips, and kisses him harder – not possessively hard, not dominantly hard (which makes it all the sweeter), but harder in that I've wanted to do this for a hundred years and now I finally have my chance way. It's a way that tells Kurt that yes, Sebastian has thought of this, thought of him in his arms, their mouths pressed together, has thought about tasting him, of feeling him against his body.

And damn, can Sebastian kiss.

"Wow, Kurt," Sebastian mutters, apparently coming to the same conclusion about the man in his arms, "that…that was…ha…so, uh…are you ready to go inside?"

Sebastian innocently tries to pull away but Kurt sticks his hands beneath Sebastian's jacket and polo, slipping them into his back pockets and holding on tight, having already weighed in his mind the benefits of waiting inside a hot, crowded nightclub against standing on the sidewalk and making out with Sebastian.

It's not sidewalk sex, so Kurt thinks he can handle it.

"Wha-what's this about?" Sebastian asks, happily wrapping Kurt back up in his arms and holding him close.

"Nothing," Kurt says with a shy glance at Sebastian's mouth, "it's just…I think I like the idea of waiting out here for your friends a little better, and maybe doing other things..."

Sebastian watches Kurt's eyes flick down to his lips again and smiles, catching the meaning behind that tiny gesture.

"Yeah," Sebastian says, pulling Kurt into the shadows and leaning in to kiss him again. "I have to say that I agree."