Beta'ed by 'xlinnex' aka 'AmbiguousThoughts.'
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Chapter 3
"Great!" Sebastian smiled brightly at his acceptance. From the corner of his eye he could see Rachel opening her mouth with a frown, probably to object to his agreement, but he was distracted from his friend when Sebastian suddenly pulled a cell phone from the pocket of his school uniform and held it out to him. "Add your number and we can text the details later."
He allowed his eyes to move from the phone to Sebastian's face for a second before reaching out slowly, blushing again when he saw how his hand trembled with the action. Could this be any more embarrassing? Taking the phone lightly, he quickly added his name and number then handed it back.
When Sebastian took his phone back, he felt the taller boy's fingers brush against his hand and couldn't shake the feeling that it had been done on purpose. With another smile, Sebastian turned, leaving quickly to catch up with the rest of his group. He stared after the other boy in slight awe until he felt eyes burning into the side of his head.
Sighing lightly, he turned to face Rachel, who was glaring at him suspiciously. "What?"
"You're really going to go and have coffee with him after he did that? He had no right to do that! He can't just—" Rachel started in an angry huff, still upset over the Warbler's actions.
"Rachel—please," he cut her off as he placed a grateful hand on her arm. He understood where she was coming from. Really. But... "It's not like it really counts with me."
"Don't say that!" the brunette gasped, taking his left hand between hers and cradling it protectively. "It doesn't matter that you—no one is allowed to make you show your hand like that! Especially if you don't want to!"
"I don't think—" he tried to argue, not sure why he was trying to make it less than it was. Because he really did agree with Rachel.
"I don't care about his hand either, Kurt!" Rachel replied shortly before he could finish. "That doesn't give him the right! And yet you still agree to go on a date with him!"
"Whoa! Rachel!" he squawked, eyes going wide as heat filled his cheeks once more. "D-Date? It's just coffee!"
"Oh, please!" the girl snorted delicately, rolling brown eyes as she dropped his hand. "He stays after to meet with you, flirts with you and checks you out, and bares his left hand to you! He asked you out for a date!"
He wanted to reply to that with valid counterpoints, he even tried to but his mouth just opened and closed uselessly for a few seconds. "It's not a date! You don't even know if he's gay!"
Rachel sniffed as she smoothed down imaginary wrinkles from her dress, holding her head high and looking him in the eye when finished. "My gaydar is in excellent condition."
Opening his mouth to argue that point, he stopped when he remembered how Sebastian's fingers had brushed against his hand. Again he couldn't help feeling it had been purposely done—had it been purposely done? Had Sebastian—no.
"No. Don't put silly thoughts like that in my head. I know you take everything between two people as a romantic gesture, Rachel, but—" he quickly tried to put himself back on track when he felt his heart give a small flutter of interest at what his friend was implying. It was working until his phone suddenly beeped with an alert to a new text.
Rachel leaned in to read over his shoulder as he pulled out his phone and opened the new message.
: From - Hey. Now you have my number too x Sebastian :
"Ah! Look, look!" Rachel screamed into his ear, causing him to wince as she shook his shoulders. "He put an 'x' in front of his name! A kiss!"
"Ow! You're going to make me deaf!" he yelled back at her, tugging himself free as he saved the number and tried to keep a blank expression. Surely that had been an accident! "And he probably just—it's probably a typo."
"Probably?" the brunette asked with an arched brow. "As in...you're hoping it's not?"
Eyes narrowing, he tilted his chin defiantly. "It is a typo."
Rachel opened her mouth to respond, he was sure, only to be silenced when another beep came through. Both of their attention turned to his phone. As he lifted it to see he had a new message, Rachel scurried over with an excited smile. Which was odd considering she didn't even like the guy—of course, he supposed, that didn't stop her from loving to point out when she was right.
He tried to keep her prying eyes from reading his message with him this time when he saw it was from Sebastian again, but she just poked him in the side until he relented.
: From Sebastian- If you give me your address I can pick you up for our coffee meeting :
When he heard Rachel's intake of breath, probably for another silly thought, he quickly cut her off.
"Don't make something out of that, please," he sighed while trying to ignore the fast pace of his heart as he typed out a reply.
: To Sebastian- What time? :
: From Sebastian- How about 10:30? :
: To Sebastian- Okay :
: From Sebastian- Great! Your address? :
He hated how his cheeks flushed again when he felt Rachel's expectant stare burning into the side of his face, though he wasn't quite sure what it was that she was expecting of him. To give his address or...to not give it?
Rolling his eyes his turned a little so he could attempt to type out his reply with some privacy.
: To Sebastian- Actually, I was going to drive myself since I have to help my dad later on :
"You don't work with your dad this weekend," Rachel breathed into his ear, having slithered up behind him while he was focused on his message.
He rolled his eyes, pocketing his phone as he turned to face the shorter girl. "Why do you even care? I thought you didn't like Sebastian. Also, I am not going to put myself in a position where I can't leave if I want to."
A brow arched at that logic before settling as Rachel nodded her agreement. "That makes sense. You don't know anything about him, really, after all."
"Yes. It does," he stated simply before grabbing his school bag, figuring now was the best time to make his escape since Rachel was distracted and he wouldn't have to worry about her apologizing for her earlier slip now. "Now I'm off. Homework to do and dinner to make."
Before Rachel could reply, he was out of the room and hurrying to his car, eyes scanning the halls as he went. When he made it to his car he breathed a small sigh of relief before jumping lightly when his phone went off once more.
: From Sebastian- Do you REALLY have to help your dad or are you just trying to ditch me? :
That comment had a nervous laugh tumbling from his lips as he glanced around the near empty parking lot. Was the Warbler just teasing or was he actually suspicious? He was just about to type back a reply only to drop his phone instead when it started vibrating in his hands with an incoming call.
Quickly catching his phone with his legs, he picked it up again to see that it was—Sebastian was calling?
"H-Hello?" he answered, voice breathy and stomach fluttery with nerves.
"Hey. Why so breathless? Did I interrupt something?" Sebastian's voice came through with a hint of a laugh and innuendo.
"Wh—n-no! I—I was just... Um..." Why was he stuttering like he had actually been doing something? He tried to take a quick moment to gather himself but then Sebastian spoke again and he was reminded of why he was nervous.
"I see. So... Your dad. You're really just trying to ditch me early, aren't you?" Sebastian's voice came again, this time with a pouting edge.
Guilt slowly started to fill him until he reminded himself that that wasn't his intention at all. He just wanted the option to be able to escape if need be.
"No. That's not it at all. I don't know how long it'll take and I...I really need my car—" he tried to explain as calmly and truthfully as possible without arousing Sebastian's suspicions again.
A small laugh cut him off, followed by a soft sigh from the other boy. "I get it, Kurt. I was just hoping you'd be a little more excited to see me again. Like I am to see you."
His could hear his breath catch at those words and feel his face go pink when Sebastian seemed to have heard the hitch as well since he laughed again, a rather attractive sound.
"I am! I mean—I do want to see—I—you...you're e-excited to see me?" He really hated how flustered he was getting and really couldn't figure out why. It would probably help if he was actually given time to process everything that had happened since glee had ended. Without Rachel or Sebastian interrupting.
"You know...you're the only person I know who can make being shy a hot thing," Sebastian replied with playful teasing, ignoring his question.
He really didn't know what to say to that. Especially when Rachel's voice and his conscience started warring loudly in his head.
"I—I'm sorry. I really have t-to go. I have to drive home and I c-can't drive while on the phone," he stuttered out quickly before he hung up and threw his phone to the passenger seat. Starting his car he quickly buckled up and ignored all incoming calls and messages as he pulled out of the parking lot and made his way home.
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When his phone rang for, literally, the fiftieth time he finally set his English homework aside and reached for his phone, mentally wincing when he saw that it was once again Mercedes.
"H-Hi Merc—" He had to pull the phone away with a pained wince when his best friend's voice sounded from his cell.
"YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR NOT ANSWERING YOUR PHONE UNTIL NOW, WHITE BOY!" Mercedes' once soulful voice, now filled with anger, sounded through his phone as he waited for her to finish yelling before putting it back to his ear.
"I had homework?" he tried, giving her an innocent smile even though she wouldn't be able to see it.
"Try again," Mercedes growled out into the line, the sounds of people talking in the background catching his attention.
Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, he frowned with slight concern. "Mercedes? Aren't you supposed to be working?"
"I told my boss I had really bad cramps and was given an extra break. Now answer my question!" the diva snapped at him impatiently which made him wonder if she really might be suffering from early PMS.
"I had to—" he tried to make up a quick excuse only to be silenced.
"Lies. Try again," Mercedes huffed into the phone, her tone starting to annoy him. Why did it even matter? It wasn't like he had to answer to her or anything.
"Mercedes—" he started to tell the girl so until he was cut off again by his friend.
"Kurt, I thought we were friends. I thought we were best friends!" Now Mercedes sounded a little hurt and he felt guilt at that along with confusion.
"I—we are! I don't know why—" His annoyance started to grow with every time the vocal woman cut him off.
"So why is Rachel the one to tell me that you have a date tomorrow with one of those Warblers?" Mercedes stated as the reason she thought that he wasn't being a very good best friend. "And not only that but he grabbed you? He made you show your hand?"
"It's not a date!" he cried out, sitting up from where he had been laid out on his belly. "And Rachel had no business telling you that! And you have no business yelling at me about it! I didn't answer anyone's calls or messages because I need time to process this! Since you and Rachel are such good gossip buddies now, I'm sure she told you about his hand, right? What was I suppose do? My brain didn't let me say no! And now that I have had time to think about it, I want to go even though I am a little scared! Scared of what this means—of what it could mean! And I just—I just can't talk to you right now."
Hanging up on her left him feeling good and bad at the same time.
"Kurt?"
He jumped at the call of his name, turning quickly as his heart bounced against his lungs to see his father standing in his doorway with a worried look. He started to build his shields up, not wanting to explain everything to his dad only to have them crumble when he was given that 'dad look'. The one that just knew. The one that made him bare anything and everything so that his dad could help him make it all better.
Sighing, he turned so he was sitting comfortably on his bed and waited for his dad to join him. Once the older man had sat down their eyes met and he shivered lightly before pushing himself to speak.
"I... met someone interesting today," he started with, smiling a little at his dad's curious look of interest.
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As he got ready for bed later on that night, he couldn't help feeling a little better about everything that had happened after the encounter with one Sebastian Smythe. The talk with his dad had helped. A lot. Though his overprotective father, of course, had not been too pleased when he had told him about how Sebastian had forced his palm up but let it slide when he promised that, after everything that had followed, it didn't really bother him. He took the advice his dad gave him to heart and was happy that there was no suggestions that there might be more to this meeting than just simply getting coffee.
Of course, that could be because it was his dad and dads didn't like to think about their children dating, he was sure. After he had talked with his dad, he finally read and answered Sebastian's messages, giving him the place to meet and apologizing for being so rude and weird during their conversation. He was relieved when the other boy replied to not worry about it and that he couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Climbing into bed he looked at the last message he had received. From Mercedes.
: From Mercedes- I'm sorry. Love you still. xx :
Reading over the message again he smiled lightly, hitting reply and tapping out his response.
: To Mercedes- Me too. Love you more. xx :
Putting his phone aside, he set his alarm clock to make sure he got up with enough time to get ready and then settled into bed. Closing his eyes he tried to clear his mind but found it a little hard for the first few hours until he finally fell asleep a little after two in the morning.
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The sound of his alarm going off had him waking up with a low groan, wishing it would be quiet so he could get more sleep. Reaching a hand out, he silenced his alarm before bringing his hand back in to tuck close to his warm body. He was just starting to doze off again when he heard his phone beep at him.
"They all plot against me...," he mumbled with a small whine before pushing himself up and reaching for his phone. The sleepiness he felt quickly drained away when he saw it was a text from Sebastian. "Oh!"
Sitting up, he quickly unlocked his phone before opening his message.
: From Sebastian- Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! The coffee and I await your presence! x :
Heart rate picking up and eyes wide, he released a stunned laugh before pushing his hair out of his face and climbing out of bed. Right. Coffee with one Sebastian Smythe. Someone like him. According to Rachel, in more ways than one. But! He wasn't going to think about that! Nor was he going to have any kind of expectations in going into this. For friendship or anything. It was too much to worry about.
He was just going to go and have coffee with this boy he would be spending time with in glee over the next month and see where it took them. That's it, that's all. Nodding to himself he quickly got himself showered and moisturized before finding a normal outfit that made no kind of statement other than 'I am Kurt'.
Once dressed, he noticed he still had a little time before he needed to leave so he made breakfast for his dad before the man had to leave for work. They sat at the table and talked of their plans for the day, Kurt only nibbling in case he was expected to eat something with the coffee.
"Oh! I should probably get going," he stated when he noticed the time. He wanted to get there a little early so he had time to settle his nervous stomach.
Excusing himself from the table, he quickly got to his feet and pushed his chair in before running up to his room to get his bag and his phone that he had set to charge while he got ready. Things gathered, he went out to his car, pausing to send a text off to Sebastian.
: To Sebastian- I'm heading out—just so you know that I'm not ditching you :
He pressed 'send' before he could think about it then gasped and quickly went to his sent messages and re-read what he had typed out before reading it again. It didn't really sound flirty, right? That was just his imagination. Of course it was. He was being silly. He was just about to put his phone down when it beeped with a new message.
: From Sebastian- Good to know. See you soon! x :
Okay. Those little 'x's were starting to get a little weird. There didn't seem to be anything meaningful about them but ever since Rachel had pointed it out he couldn't help thinking—no. Shaking his head lightly, he turned his focus to getting to the coffee shop he was meeting Sebastian at.
The drive was short and filled with songs from his favorite artists. When he arrived, he quickly gathered his things and climbed out of his car. Just as he was about to enter the shop he was stopped outside the door by another text.
: From Rachel- Are you out for coffee with the Warbler yet? :
Rolling his eyes at the message he sent a quick reply before heading in.
: To Rachel- Stop being so nosy. Yes, however. I just arrived :
He was just putting his phone away when he suddenly bumped into someone. "Oh! I'm so sorr—S-Sebastian?"
He stumbled back a few steps, cheeks going red at how their faces had nearly met in a rather intimate way when he had looked up to see who he had bumped into. Sebastian was as handsome as before and still had that devilish smile. He looked perfectly put together and was once again dressed in his...uniform?
"You have school today?" he blurted out, curious about why one would wear a school uniform on the weekend.
"No. I just wanted to make sure you'd recognize me," Sebastian stated with a small frown, like that was something he should have known.
"I... I see." He looked away, a little uncomfortable on how he should reply to that until the sound of Sebastian's laughter reached his ears.
"I was kidding, Kurt. You're so cute." Sebastian smirked at him, green eyes looking over his face as a warm hand touched his arm. "There's a Warbler performance later on this afternoon and I figured this would be better than having to go home to change again later."
He felt his neck heat up at the 'cute' comment but thankfully it didn't seem to reach his face. "Oh. That sounds fun."
Sebastian just shrugged lightly before moving a hand to the small of his back. "Come. Let's go get our coffee."
He allowed himself to be guided before moving to stand next to Sebastian in line. He didn't know what to think when Sebastian's hand continued to rest on his back even though they were already in line and waiting. Should he say something about it or just ignore it? Or maybe he was supposed to take something from it? Or maybe—
"Ah! Look who it is, girls! It's Kurt!"
His eyes widened at the familiar voice. No way!
-Chapter 3 End-
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A/N: Hey! Sorry it took a little longer than necessary to get this one posted. I lost my internet for a bit and then I just remembered today that I had yet to post it. My bad!