So I know I shouldn't start another multi-chaptered fic, but I couldn't resist. I'd love to hear what you think.

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Oh god. He is so lost. He is never going to find his way out of this castle of a boarding school.

"You're a long way from home," a voice behind him says and he turns on the spot.

A tall, thin, boy in a red and blue blazer and matching tie is staring down at him, a smirk on his face. Kurt eyes him up and down. Coifed hair and shiny shoes.

"Excuse me?" Kurt Hummel asks and looks suspiciously at the boy before him.

"Earth is so very far away from Heaven, Angel," the cocky Dalton boy says and Kurt blushes and remains silent. "I'm Sebastian."

Kurt eyes the hand before gingerly taking a hold.

"Kurt."

Sebastian's fingers grip his hand and then Kurt is pulled forward until he is pressed flush up against the other boy's chest.

Well this is a new feeling, he thinks before pretty much all thought process is lost as Sebastian stares down at him, his face centimeters away from his own.

"You are gorgeous," Sebastian says and Kurt's heart starts to race uncontrollably and he can't even fret over the fact Sebastian can probably feel it through their clothing because their faces are getting closer and closer and oh god Kurt doesn't even know this guy but then Sebastian's head is moving backward and he begins to grin.

"Did you really think I was going to kiss you before I bought you dinner?" Sebastian asks, an eyebrow raised and Kurt just stares at him.

"Yes, actually," Kurt admits, his heart still racing and his fingers still being held by the Dalton boy.

"Good," Sebastian says sharply and pulls him down a hallway and shoves him through a door. Kurt looks around at the empty classroom and wrinkles his nose.

"What are - "?

"Any second now a bell will ring and the halls will be filled with boys racing off to the Warbler's impromptu performance. Don't want to be interrupted, do we?" Sebastian asks and Kurt feels extremely hot all of a sudden. This was definitely not how he expected his trip to Dalton to go.

"Can't we go watch it?"

"Oh please. It's not important. Just yet another Katy Perry cover," Sebastian replies as he stalks over to Kurt who scrunches up his face. "My thoughts exactly. Who needs a teenage dream when I've got my wet dream right in front of me?"

Kurt licks his lips in voluntarily as Sebastian's arm curls around his waist, pulling him close.

"Where is this going to go precisely?" Kurt asks and geusters in the small space between them.

"Well hopefully to my bedroom if all goes well."

"Cocky."

"Oh you bet," Sebastian says and thrusts his hips up against Kurt's who gasps and takes a hold of Sebastian's hips.

"I've - I've never, " Kurt stammers and Sebastian just looks at him.

He is beautiful, he thinks as he drags a finger down Kurt's smooth face. He places his lean finger against Kurt's lips, silencing him.

"Hush. It's okay. I've fucked lots of virgins," he says as if it were a common occurrence.

"No," Kurt blushes furiously as Sebastian drags one hand down over his ass. He should move. He doesn't. "I mean I've never even kissed a guy before."

Sebastian rolls his eyes.

"You don't have to lie to lie to me, Angel. It's okay. I'll be gentle," he says softly, dipping his head down to Kurt's ear, "until you ask me not to be."

"I'm being serious!" Kurt huffs and pulls his hands up to his chest and pushes Sebastian away. The Dalton boy frowns and stares at Kurt.

"You're not kidding?" Kurt shakes his head. Sebastian whistles. "Wow."

"It's not that rare," Kurt grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest protectively.

"For pretty boys like you? Definitely rare."

Kurt needs to learn how to control his body from blushing because this was just getting ridiculous.

"Do you - I mean," Kurt struggles to say and Sebastian smirks.

"Are you asking me to kiss you?"

Kurt scoffs and waves his hand in the air but Sebastian is already advancing and Kurt's breath hitches and he just can't move his eyes off Sebastian's lips until he's too close and he instinctively closes his eyes and then Sebastian is kissing him.

First thought flying through Kurt's head was that it was definitely much better than Karofsky's face mauling and the second thought was that he never wanted it to end.

Sebastian's hands are soft on his body, not at all demanding as Kurt thought. There's one hand gently cupping his face and his other is wrapped around Kurt's waist, holding them together. Kurt is quickly becoming breathless as his lips mold around Sebastian's and he gasps as Sebastian's fingers trail over his ass. As Sebastian's warm tongue slips into his mouth Kurt realizes that was his plan all along. He shivers as Sebastian devours his mouth is the most wonderful way.

This is how kissing is supposed to go.

He tentatively starts to move his own tongue against Sebastian's who immediately groans and moves his hand around to slide through Kurt's hair. Their kiss is becoming hotter and hotter and filthier and filthier and Kurt just can't help himself. He grabs onto Sebastian's hips for support.

Sebastian is, surprisingly, the first to pull away.

"Well you are just too good to be true," he says, short of breath.

"Thank you," Kurt replies and somehow manages to keep his face going red but that might be attributed to the fact that his face was already flushed from kissing. They just stand there, wrapped up in each other, literally, before a bell rings throughout the school. "Bell," Kurt says dumbly, unable to form a more intelligent response.

"Good observation."

Their heaving, panting breath is almost in rhythm with each other's.

Kurt licks his lips and Sebastian pounces. Kurt finds himself being pushed backward as his tongue is sucked into the Dalton boy's mouth and wow that felt better than he thought it would. He must have let out a groan because he can feel Sebastian chuckling and Kurt has a sudden need to slap him.

"Shut up," he mumbles against Sebastian's lips as he wraps his arms around his neck and starts sucking on his bottom lip.

"You must have gotten kicked out from Heaven, Angel," Sebastian is saying as he manages to get Kurt against a desk. "You're far too wonderfully sinful to be allowed to stay."

Kurt rolls his eyes and pretends that his heart isn't beating as wildly as it is.

"You must say that to all the guys that catch your eyes," Kurt tells him and feels himself being lifted up on the desk. Kurt is now higher up than Sebastian which he uses to his advantage as his leans down and captures Sebastian's soft lips with his own. His hands hold the other boy's face as he slips his own tongue into Sebastian's mouth, now much more confident in his actions.

"You're a fast learner," Sebastian gasps out as he breaks their kiss and starts licking down Kurt's exposed neck.

"You're a great teacher," Kurt replies breathlessly and tangles his fingers in Sebastian's hair. Kurt really should feel bad about what he is currently doing and really should stop Sebastian from undoing his tie but nevertheless, he just moans out and let's Sebastian do whatever he wants to him. Well, Kurt thinks as Sebastian pulls off his own tie and unbuttons the top of his shirt. Kurt pulls away and pushes back on Sebastian's shoulder and he looks up at him.

"Yes?"

"I've never - I've never actually had a guy want to undress in front of me. I just want to make sure I get a good view of you," Kurt admits, and ducks his head slightly but there's a finger underneath his chin, pulling him back up and Kurt looks at Sebastian who is missing his smirk, and instead has a twinkle in his eye.

"Want to see more?" he asks and Kurt tries not to roll his eyes as Sebastian grins and goes to undo his third button.

"Not here!" Kurt says quickly and Sebastian freezes and his cocks his eyebrow.

"I didn't think you'd be so eager to in my bed, Angel," Sebastian comments and Kurt hops off the desk.

"I'm not eager," he huffs even though the both the them know it's a total lie. "It's just that it would be safer to go someplace where people might not just barge in -"

"I'm sure we could put on a show for them," Sebastian winks.

"You are really full of yourself," Kurt notes and Sebastian just shrugs.

"You could be full of me too."

Kurt trips over his own foot and stumbles onto Sebastian who, thankfully, catches him and holds him upright.

"Oh, an angel who can't move without their wings."

"Shut up," Kurt grumbles and pulls himself from Sebastian's hold. He turns around and leans over to pick up his satchel from where he dropped it earlier and hears a wolf-whistle from behind him. He stands up sharply and turns to Sebastian. "Classy."

"Thank you," he replies and dips his head down, a smile on his face. "So… to my room then, Angel?"

Kurt licks his lips, checks his phone and glances at the door before looking back at Sebastian who looks completely ravished. His lips are extra red and swollen, his hair is messy and his tie is now just hanging around his neck whilst his shirt is unbuttoned at the top. He raises at eye brow at the silent Kurt and then frowns slightly. He was being turned down.

"Look, Sebastian, I - "

"You regret it already, don't you?" Sebastian asks but he knows the answer. He knows the problem with hooking up with guys like Kurt, young naive guys like Kurt. They either get too attached or they regret it immediately and hate themselves until they can manage to pretend it never happen.

"No! It's just that -" Kurt tries to say but Sebastian cuts him off once more.

"No, Kurt," he says emphasizing his name, "it's not anything and that's the problem with boys like you."

"Boys like me?" Kurt repeats looking particularly affronted. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at Sebastian, his anger rising.

"Yes. Young, pretty things like you that go along with the first guy that wants them and regrets it straight away! You only want the whole deal! You want the relationship and the dates and the tackymovies and I'm sorry but I'm not going to give you that!" Sebastian tells him angrily.

"I didn't ask for any of that!" Kurt retorts and hates himself for yelling because he does want that. He doesn't necessarily want that with Sebastian but yes, one day he would like the boyfriend and the family dinners and everything else that comes along with the title.

"You may as well have! If you want to leave, go!" Sebastian didn't know why he was getting so worked up about this. What he said was true. Kurt was just another boy on his list, no different from any other, except his was. The way Kurt kissed him? Truly the lips of an angel. Innocent and sweet but at the same time tasted as sinful as hell. He was delicious. Oh, and his moans? Sound of heaven.

"Sebastian, you're being ridiculous. I have a long drive home and I need to get back in time for dinner," Kurt informs him and the thoughts inside Sebastian's head stop swirling.

"Oh."

"Right. 'Oh.' Don't ever assume things about what I do or me. You don't know me, Sebastian," Kurt says, his voice still harsh.

"I know what the inside of your mouth taste like," he replies and Kurt looks at him dumbfounded.

"You have a one track mind."

Kurt glances at his watch again and there's something going on inside Sebastian's chest that he can't quite work out but he doesn't have to dwell on it because Kurt is rushing forward, dropping his bag and invading Sebastian's personal space. Oh what the hell, he thinks as Kurt wraps his arms around Sebastian's neck, I have no personal space. He tugs Kurt closer to him and bucks his hips. He's not letting Kurt go this time, not when his lips are that soft, not when his mouth tastes that damn good and especially not when Kurt is pulling at the buttons of his shirt.

He does so love an enthusiastic lover.

"Looks like you have a one track mind as well," Sebastian whispers as his nips Kurt's earlobe.

"Are you complaining?" Kurt breathes out.

"Definitely not."

"So shut up. I think you enjoy the sound of your own voice far too much," Kurt replies and Sebastian sucks hard against his neck. "No hickeys!"

Sebastian starts liking his neck, sucking and biting lightly. "You're no fun," he mutters.

"Well unless you want my father around with a shot gun asking why you thought giving his son a bruise was a good idea, I suggest you stay boring," Kurt says, a smirk on his lips and Sebastian looks at him, his eyes narrowed.

"I'll show you boring," Sebastian growls and then Kurt finds himself being pushed backwards once more but instead in the direction of the desks, he's being pushed against a wall and his mouth is being attacked roughly but Kurt can't find it in himself to mind. This might be his only chance to get to do this for several years, so by all means he is going to let himself be ravished against the wall. Kurt's still kind of confused as to where he is supposed to put his hands throughout this experience so he just decides to change it up, moving from Sebastian's hair, to his shoulders and down to his chest. His fingers meet hot flesh and he has to groan because oh god it feels so much better than he ever imagined. He can feel Sebastian's racing heart beat and can feel the rise and fall of his chest and yes, yes he is very real and not at all make-believe.

Kurt is still fairly lost in his own mind when he feels the Dalton student spread his legs open and force his thigh in-between them. Kurt wonders only for a moment why he does this before the answer is pressing hard against his own thigh. Kurt gasps, his mouth dropping open and his body falling onto Sebastian as his mind tries to clear. Yes, that's a penis pressed up against my thigh, Kurt thinks dumbly. An erect penis. I made another boy hard. Kurt looks in complete shock at Sebastian.

"Still boring?" he asks, confidence filling his voice and a large smirk on his perfect face.

"You - uh," Kurt mumbles, unable to even produce proper words and Sebastian chuckles and takes a hand down Kurt's chest, down the tip of his jeans.

"I'm not the only one, Angel," he says and rubs Kurt's crotch through his pants and it's only then that Kurt realizes that he too, is hard. Oh. He hadn't even realized. "Now to make you feel really good."

Kurt frowns before his face relaxes and he ends up letting out a loud, long moan as Sebastian ruts his crotch up against Kurt's thigh, his hip creating amazing friction for Kurt.

"Oh my g-god," he stutters out, his bucking uncontrollably as pleasure shoots around his entire body. Sebastian pushes Kurt head back and starts nipping at his neck once more, his thrusts strong and almost violent against Kurt who is pretty much a pile of goo under Sebastian's experienced body. His fingers are gripping Kurt's waist and he's not relenting for one second.

Kurt, in the very few times he thought about sex, imagined himself doing everything in the bedroom, so, realistically, he should be hating himself right now for letting him get dry humped against a wall, but it feels so fucking good that he really can't feel anything but extremely intense bouts of pleasure.

He can feel his desire pulsing around his body, flowing through every pore and he never wants it to stop. It starts making sense as to why people become addicted to sex. If sex feels even better than this, why would people ever want to stop?

Aside from his own orgasm building, Kurt also feels a strange sense of accomplishment as he hears Sebastian's own moans against his ears because he did that.

"Fucking hell," Sebastian grits out, his eyes clenched shut as he ravages Kurt's mouth once more, his thrusts becoming erratic and Kurt is just blinding kissing back, his hands roaming everywhere, trying to touch as much as he possibly can while he is able to. He's so close, he can feel he orgasm building all the way from his curled toes inside his shoes and all the way up to where is cock is pressing extremely tight against his pants but he doesn't need very much longer to -

"Kurt," Sebastian moans out, his voice rich with desire and Kurt just completely looses it. He bucks up harder, faster, more erratic than ever before, he slams his head on the wall as he arches his neck, and Sebastian is groaning right into his ear, following him right through his orgasm as Kurt comes in his underwear. As Kurt's high disappears, he can still feel Sebastian rocking slightly against him and he's far too sensitive and exhausted to reciprocate. He just moans and pulls Sebastian's face to his own and gives him a messy kiss.

Sebastian smells like sweat and some other sort of cologne that Kurt doesn't recognize and he drinks it in as Sebastian leans against Kurt, fatigued.

"I was wrong," Sebastian mumbles against Kurt's over-heated skin.

"What?"

"I must have done something really good to get you sent down from Heaven. You are utterly fantastic," Sebastian compliments, his voice faint and Kurt smiles softly.

"Thank you," Kurt replies and runs his fingers lightly through Sebastian's damp hair. "I mean, I'm an atheist so I don't believe in that sort of stuff, but thank you all the same."

"Well in that case, I'm the only person you need to worship. You're still my Angel, " Sebastian mumbles and Kurt's heart does some sort of aerobic exercise in his chest.

"Seb - " Kurt starts to say bus Sebastian stands back and presses his finger against Kurt's lips.

"No, don't say anything. It's okay. It was fun while it lasted," Sebastian says and ruffles his own hair and begins buttoning up his shirt. "Super fun." He winks and Kurt just shakes his head at him.

"You're ridiculous," Kurt replies and walks over on unsteady feet to his bag.

"You love it."

"Lies."

When Kurt bends over to get his bag, he can feel his come drying in his underwear and it makes him cringe. He looks over to Sebastian who is doing up the button of his blazer. Luckily, both Sebastian's blazer and Kurt's own jacket is long enough to cover up the wet patches on their pants.

"Well I guess I better -" Kurt motions his arm towards the door and Sebastian dips his head in understanding.

"Another time then, Angel," he says and the edge of Kurt's mouth lifts up in a half-smile. He's probably not going to see Sebastian again, but he won't tell him that. Kurt sighs internally and heads towards the door, buttoning up his own shirt and re-tying his tie. "Unless -"

Kurt turns around at the sound of Sebastian's voice.

"Yes?"

"Unless you'd like to stay and have a shower or something before you left? I can give you some pants or…" Sebastian trails off, looking extremely awkward. He shifts his weight from one foot to another and Kurt just stares at him.

"You don't do this very often do you? This part. The afterwards part," Kurt says, frowning slightly at the Dalton student.

"You don't either," he points out.

"I'm not a self-confessed man-whore," Kurt retorts and for a moment Sebastian actually looks offended.

"Hey! I never said the word man-whore. I just like sex," he says as if he is talking about something as ordinary as the whether and Kurt doesn't say anything. Sebastian's smirk, which Kurt has come to realize is probably his trademark, falters for a moment.

"Look, Sebastian, this was…" Kurt searches his mind for an appropriate word, "interesting but it probably won't happen again."

"Forever the pessimist I see."

"Forever the realist," Kurt corrects. "I live in Lima, Sebastian. I can't drive out here every time you want to do something. I won't, in fact. I barely know you."

"I know what your cock feels like," Sebastian retorts and Kurt sighs audibly.

"Can you please be serious for a moment? I'm trying not to freak out about what just happened because it's finally settling in my mind and you're not making it easier for me," Kurt says and rubs at his forehead. "I really enjoyed what we did Sebastian, but I'm sure you know that it can't happen again. Let's not even begin to discuss the huge elephant in the room which is your distinct lack of relationship skills."

"I don't want a relationship, Kurt," Sebastian says and Kurt can see him getting angry for him assuming so.

"I know that, Sebastian, which is another reason why this won't happen again. Yes, what you said earlier was true. I do want all that 'tacky' relationship and all the cliché's that go along with it. You were right. You weren't anything," Kurt says simply and Sebastian's smirk freezes on his face, his eyes going cold.

"I hope you have a nice trip home, Kurt. Please try and hit as many trees as possible. Don't try and be safe," Sebastian says, his voice laced in disgust. Kurt once again ignores that his entire body seems to be rejecting the idea of leaving Sebastian but Kurt knows what he is doing is right.

"You're an asshole," Kurt states.

"So I've been told," Sebastian replies and crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Kurt. He really doesn't know why this is bothering him so much, seeing Kurt wanting to leave, but it is just itching at him. He just wants to storm over, grab Kurt by the wrist and drag him into a kiss. He doesn't, but he imagines it as Kurt turns and leaves nevertheless.

Kurt rushes out the room and tries to retrace his steps out of the building but all he can think about is the feel of Sebastian's lips against his neck and the way his hands gripped his waist. He feels like he's walking in circles when, in the middle of his day dream, another boy passing the corridor knocks him.

"Sorry!" Kurt exclaims as a shorter boy with unnecessary amounts of gel in his hair stumbles in front of him.

"No, no it's okay!" the boy replies and Kurt smiles softly.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," he says and brushes his shoulder and fixes his blazer. "I've had worse."

"Can you help me?" Kurt asks as the boy looks at him properly.

"I can try!" the boy says eagerly before sticking out his hand. "I'm Blaine. You must be new in Dalton."

"Is it that obvious?" Kurt asks weakly, a small smile on his face. He straightens his own jacket and avoids Blaine's eyes. For some reason, Kurt feels like Blaine knows exactly what he's been doing and with whom and he really hope he's wrong.

"Only a little," Blaine teases and Kurt gives him a proper smile. Blaine seems far too happy and jittery to even scrutinize why Kurt looks as disheveled as he most likely does.

"Can you direct me to the exit?" Kurt asks him and the boy frowns a tad.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Oh no, I've been here for a little bit but I'm lost again and I really need to get home," Kurt explains and looks at his watch once more.

"Who were you with?" Blaine asks and starts leading his through another hallway that Kurt recognizes vaguely.

"Just a friend. Sebastian," Kurt lies and Blaine stares at him.

"Sebastian Smythe?" he asks and Kurt mentally freezes. Well he hopes it's the same guy.

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"Who doesn't?" Blaine asks rhetorically and rolls his eyes. "He's the only Warbler that never even bothers to show up for all the performances. He'd get kicked out but whenever he does show up, he smashes every song out of the ballpark."

"Sounds like him," Kurt responds, a soft smile on his face. Sebastian would do exactly that. Turn up only when it suited him. "Are you in the Warblers as well?"

"Oh yes. I'm one of the lead soloists. I sung 'Teenage Dream' just before," Blaine tells him and Kurt realizes that this was the guy that Sebastian mentioned earlier.

"That must be nice," Kurt muses aloud as they turn another corner. "To be a soloist, I mean."

"Do you sing as well?" Blaine asks him curiously and Kurt nods.

"Yes, but it's usually always back-up. My glee club teacher has favorites and unfortunately I'm not one of them," Kurt mumbles as he looks around and the beautiful school he's walking through.

"You're from a different school?"

"Yes, but I'm thinking about changing," Kurt lies; using the excuse he planned before he came along.

"To Dalton? Oh you'll love it! The classes are fantastic and the teachers are so helpful and if you're interested in joining the Warbler's there's always one room for one more!" Blaine starts blabbering, his hands flying every which easy as he talks and Kurt is just looking completely bamboozled.

"Okay, Blaine, you need to stop and breathe. I mean, nothing's set in stone. Dalton seems like a pretty hard place to be accepted in. I can't get my hopes up," Kurt tells him but inside he just wants to die because going to school here would be so lovely despite the fact that he'd be limited to a uniform and that Sebastian resides here as well.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine! As long as your report is fairly perfect and your principle gives you a good word, you'll be accepted!" Blaine exclaims and Kurt just remains silent. This charade has gone on long enough. Blaine seems like a sweet guy, but really.

"Blaine, listen - " Kurt tries to say however Blaine cuts him off.

"Our zero-tolerance for bullying is extremely wonderful as well. One of the reasons I moved here, myself," Blaine admits and Kurt's mouth shuts up with an audible sound.

"Oh," he says dumbly. "So, no bullying of any kind is allowed here?"

"None what-so-ever. The teachers and the principle are very adamant about it. Of course you'll get banter between students, but everyone gets punished if they take it too far," Blaine explains and Kurt feels his heart kind of stop inside his chest. He feels his eyes welling up and want to hurt Sebastian from ruining this place for him. Dalton seems absolutely perfect.

"That goes for physical bullying as well, right?" Kurt says in a soft voice and Blaine turns to look at him with concerned eyes.

"Yes, of course," he replies just as softly and Kurt licks his dry lips and tilts his head back, trying not to draw attention the fact that he has tears in his eyes. "Kurt, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Blaine. Just something in my eyes," he lies and chuckles weakly. They stop in yet another corridor and Kurt looks around. He see's several beautiful painting and out one of the large glass windows there is a spectacular view of a bright green oval. "Dalton really does seem wonderful."

"It is," Blaine replies, his voice gentle as he stands beside Kurt.

They are silent for a few moments and Kurt realizes that Blaine is letting him collect himself before they continue.

"The exit is just around the corner, Kurt," Blaine says after a minute or so.

"Right."

Kurt wipes his eyes subtly and continues to follow Blaine and as they turn the corner Kurt recognizes the large, brown wooden doors.

"Are you going to be okay, Kurt?" Blaine asks him kindly as they reach the front doors. Kurt turns to look at him briefly before nodding sharply.

"Yes, Blaine. Thank you for your help," he replies and Blaine gives him a smile.

"No worries. I'm not sure why Sebastian couldn't direct you out, but I'm glad. It was nice to meet you," he says and Kurt smiles at him, ignoring what he said about Sebastian.

"It was lovely you meet you too, Blaine," Kurt tells him and re-adjusts the bag on his shoulder before pushing open one of the doors. Blaine gives him another wave as Kurt walks down the front steps.

"I hope to see you wandering the halls one day soon, Kurt!" Blaine calls out as Kurt heads to his car.

"We'll see!" Kurt calls out and pulls his keys from his bag.

He needs to get home straight away, have a shower before he finds himself permanently glued to his underwear and then he needs to research Dalton more thoroughly. Despite the fact that he'd be in the same school as Sebastian, it means that he'd be away from Karofsky. His glee club pops in his head and he realizes that he'll be away from them too. Kurt isn't sure he could handle that, especially being so far away from Mercedes, however his time at McKinley has been horrible, and no one seems to notice. He needs to leave, Kurt decides as he drives closer to home and further away from perhaps the one place he'll be safe.

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