Prepare to be stuffed with fluff in the first part and well..something interely else in the second 3. The song in the begining is so fiting to firs Blaien and then Sebastian I think. So don´t skip it :D

& I wanted to apologize for updating so late. i was in a crisis with this story, but you reviewers pulled me out at last. THANK YOU!

Chapter 6

He is sensible and so incredible

And all my single friends are jealous

He says everything I need to hear

And it´s like I couldn´t ask for anyting better!

Breaking down and coming undone

It´s a roaler coaster kind of rush

And I never knew I could feel this much

And that´s the way I loved you

Kurt listened to the soft cracking of firewood when Blaine picked up his guitar. His limbs were still frozen from the walk through the December night, just slowly thawing with the heat of the fireplace. His hand stretched out and he placed it on Blaine´s knee, when the first chord rang through the living room. Kurt listened attentively as his boyfriend began to sing.

And all my walls stood tall painted blue
But I'll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you
And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies the beautiful kind
Making up for lost time, taking flight, making me feel like

Kurt snorted in delight at realizing why he thought this song to be familiar. He had listened to it several times already, but had never paid attention to it as he did now. Blaine´s obsession with girly songs from Katy Perry, Taylor Swift and Demi Lovato had reached its peak with the release of Taylor´s new album. So yes, Kurt knew this song, but now it sounded far better. Like a new favorite song.

I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you better know you better know you better now
I just want to know you know you know you

Blaine smiled at him, making him blush for what felt like the first time since their dating period. He felt like it was allusion to the fight they had yesterday. Kurt should have felt guilty and having the nagging feeling in his stomach that he should be telling Blaine about his affair. But his mind was filled with thoughts of love and longing for Blaine so much, that his secrets appeared to be trivial.

Cause all I know is we said hello
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name, everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You'll be mine and I'll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

When Blaine finished the song, Kurt couldn´t suppress his urge to kiss him any longer and soon their tongues met while the guitar was pressed between their bodies. "I love you" Blaine whispered against his lips between soft pecks. "I love you." Kurt replied.

Blaine´s touches, down his spine, in his hair, on his cheek were feather light and warm, like the warm sun on a Mayday. Nothing had felt as right as this for such a long time. Kurt hoped that Blaine had meant it the way it felt for himself. That they could have a fresh start. With the room decorated like the place they had held their second date at, it made it all the more clear how far they had come. The hands that had been hesitant on their first time, after the heat had worn off and their eyes met in the dim lit room, were now steady and calm. Gone along with it were the fluttery butterflies at getting to know each other and thinking they could rule the world together. But not the love. Never the love. It had grown with the years they had managed to stay together, to be Klaine even after fighting and realizing the other one had flaws as well. Here they were, close enough to share a breath, as they explored well-known territory and losing themselves in the depth of their eyes. Kurt moved in, kissing his boyfriend´s upper lip softly. At the angle his head was in, he could feel Blaine´s eyelashes caress his skin when he closed his eyes. A soft chuckle left his mouth at that and he pulled away.

"What? What is it?" Blaine asked a smile on his face as his hands slid under the hem of Kurt's shirt to rest on his still cold hips.

"Your eyelashes tickled me."

"Did they? So the rest of your body feels neglected and wants to be tickled?"

As fast as he could, he tried to scramble away from Blaine to avoid his destiny. He didn´t get far. His ass stung when Blaine sat down on his hipbone, but soon the tickles distracted him. Blaine had years to find the spots his body was the most sensitive and he used his knowledge shamelessly.

"Bl…Blain..e. Please…" He managed to wheeze between the huffs of laughs. Hands switched over to the left side of his abdomen while he struggled. The weight on him prevented him from escaping and Blaine proved to be too strong to fight off while laughing,

"What is it? I think you are enjoying yourself immensely, are you not?"

"Mercy…Mercy!"

"Never!"

Tears slowly left trails down his temples and he had long given up the fight, as his stomach began to hurt. He was too weak to do more than laughing and trying to breathe in between.

"Mercy…Sir."

It was out, before he knew what he said. Kurt swore his heart stopped for a second, as he trained his eyes on Blaine to see what damage he had done. Unfortunately the tears had left his sight blurry and only the motionless hands were an indication of the words that had been uttered and their impact.

"Okay, okay. You´ve had enough for today. But watch out Hummel, you are not off the hook yet." He heard his boyfriend say. Not quite sure if Blaine had simply ignored it, or thought of it as a joke, he swore to be more careful of his words in the future.

"Will you let me sit up now, or will you proceed to crush my hipbones?"

"No, not until I feel satisfied."

Blaine then leaned down, kissing him again. This time heatedly, tongues touching and teeth clashing. Just like the guitar had been, Kurt's hands were now sandwiched between their bodies and couldn´t move. He felt himself grow hard and waited for the kiss to end to speak.
"I would love to continue this nice…talking, but I wouldn´t want your plans for the evening ruined."

Blaine pecked at his lips, before he kissed his way down to Kurt´s neck.
"What do you think I have planned?"

"Well, knowing you and your meticulous habit of being a prince Charming replication, you probably hide the same things in the basket we ate at that date. The projector is probably already set on showing the 1931 version of Dracula we had to watch in the drive-in cinema on top of your car-roof, cuddling because it was February and freezing. Only the end of tonight will be different from our second date."

"Tell me, how do you think it will end?"

Tilting his head to give Blaine more space to kiss his neck, he willed himself to say the last part. Dirty talk should come easy to him, but with Blaine it was different. He felt himself blush.
"Instead of kissing me goodnight, we will have sex in our own bed." He gasped.

They kissed again, and Blaine cupped his neck with one hand, letting his thumb brush his jawbone. Kurt shivered at finally being content with such gentle touches again.

"Not what I planned, but oh well. If you force yourself on me, I guess I have to comply." Blaine teased.

It took several minutes for them to finally unwind and sit down on the blanket to have dinner. Just like Kurt had predicted, Blaine had thought of everything. The sandwiches with whole-wheat bread and salat, tomatos and turkey breast for himself and toast with peanut butter and jelly for Blaine. They drank red wine, reminiscing in old memories and telling childhood stories they hadn´t told yet over the years. Kurt ended up resting his head on Blaine´s stomach, feeling him breathe in or shake when he laughed. The wine made him slightly tipsy, but he didn´t care too much. He wasn´t one to overstep the line of being tipsy to being dead-drunk and a little too open.
"Have I told you how I leaned to ride a bike?" Blaine asked, laughing before he even got to tell the story. Kurt opened his mouth to receive another slice of apple his boyfriend fed him with, before shaking his head no.

"Okay, listen. So there I was, five years old and proud owner of a bike without stabilizers, right?"

"Ahuh?"

"And I remember my father telling Cooper to make sure to teach me how to ride." Blaine chuckled again. "But being Cooper, he took me to a park, said I should try to keep my balance, before flirting with some chick from his school."

"Stupid Cooper."

"Psschh. I´ll get to it. I sat down on my bike and thought, who needs someone to teach me how to ride a bike anyway? At first it was super awkward and I fell a few times, but then I thought I had the hang of it. I felt super awesome at learning so fast. Then I saw a cool looking guy lift his front wheel and do a jump on a small brick wall."

"Oh my god." Kurt interrupted, knowing where this would lead.

"Yeah. I called Cooper like: ´Hey Coop. Watch what I can do, without your help.´ Then I drove as fast as I could against the wall. Next thing I know, is how hard a brick wall can feel against your head. I was lucky I had my helmet on and I only had light scraps, a slight concussion and were crying manly tears. Cooper was grounded for two weeks for not supervising me. Good times."

Kurt was caught in between pity and laughing, until he chose to ridicule his boyfriend for full five minutes for being so stupid as a kid.

"Don´t tell me that´s why you never want to go on a bike tour with me."
"Hey, I am sure you did pretty stupid things as a child as well." Blaine accused him. Setting the wine glass on the blanket after having a sip, he replied.

"Never. I was a picture perfect child."

"Should I call Burt and ask?"

"Well, I may have put on heels with three and pretended to be Marilyn Monroe, but that doesn´t count."

Now it was Blaine who had to take several minutes to calm down from having a laugh fit, before they could continue talking. All the while his stomach shook so much, that everything was a blurry mess for Kurt as his head shook in time.
"You are so awesome. No, really you are. But you have to have a stupid childhood memory of yours."

Kurt giggled at first, but then shut up to smile fondly at remembering his past.

"I used to love earthworms-"He began to confess, but his head slid lower when Blaine sat up suddenly.

"You got to be kidding me."
"I wished, but no, I picked them up and watched them creep in my palm actually."

"No way. That is…wow. Kurt."

Deciding to just tell the rest of the story, before tipsy Blaine would gush on about how strange, or awesome that was, he shut him up by continuing.

"As I said, I loved them. So one day, I grabbed an empty jam jar, gathered some mud, earth and grass and after the next rainy day, I went to grab some earthworms to take them home. My mum immediately laughed at seeing what I had done and asked me why I did that. I can´t remember myself what I answered but my Dad has told me over and over, so it feels like I can."

"Kurt, you don´t have to-" Blaine interrupted him.

He knew that talking about anything just relating to his mother would make him sad. He had tried to hide it, but by the end of the night he couldn´t hold back his tears any longer, because at those times he missed her so much it hurt. Blaine was there for him in those nights, bringing him milk with honey and sugar and reading the book Kurt was currently reading out loud until he would sleep again. He really was Prince Charming.

"It´s okay. It´s actually a really happy memory. When she asked me why, I apparently answered ´Because it can´t be fair that earthworms stay outside when it rains. They always seem to be searching for something, when they don´t even have eyes. Can´t I keep them at home, at least until it´s warmer?´"

Blaine let out a content sigh and ran his hands through Kurt´s hair."

My mum wasn´t delighted, to say the least, but Dad had always had a soft spot, so they let me keep them overnight. I put the jar on my night stand and went to take a bath. When I returned the lid was unscrewed. I was afraid they would escape so I quickly put it back on. My Mum came in to read to me and tell me goodnight and saw what I had done. She said the earthworms needed air, but I was really afraid they would be gone when we did that. As it was, I insisted she would leave them alone. Well, the next morning they were dead and I cried."

Blaine chuckled lightly, again creating the little earthquake with his stomach. At the same time he picked up the apple slices again to feed his boyfriend.

"Wanted: Kurt Hummel for murder."

Both laughed as if that had been the greatest joke of all time, no thanks to the wine getting to their heads. After having eaten everything Blaine had prepared, they lay down on the couch and started the movie. Against the wall they had left white for the projector to work the best, the old movie seemed even older. The fire was slowly dying with no one to refill the wood, but they cuddled closely and were warm. Halfway through the movie, Blaine closed his eyes and slept, so Kurt remained the only one really watching the movie. By the end of the movie he poked his boyfriend's thigh to wake him. As always, it took minutes of pursuing him to stand up and walk to the bedroom. Blaine mumbled something incomprehensible, but a promise to make it worth it, did wonders to wake him.

In the bedroom, Blaine was fully awake, pulling at Kurt´s clothes to undress him. It took some time and coordination for both intoxicated men to undress, but they managed after some time. Every inch uncovered was worshipped by Blaine´s mouth, kissed and tasted. Kurt could only lie down and gasp.

"I love you Kurt. I wanna grow old with you and have ten kids and they should all look like you!"

Knowing they both had a little too much today, the words shouldn´t make his heart beat so fast, but it did. This was what he wanted, since he was a little boy. Someone to spend the rest of his life with. How could he ever think Blaine wasn´t enough?
"I am so sorry. You are the most amazing thing that had happened in my life."

"Don´t be sorry baby. We can overcome anything. Anything. For you, I would move mountains if I could. Wherever you go, I will follow!" Blaine said determined.

His body slid lower, until his hand lifted Kurt´s right leg. Kurt felt the strong hand support him, as kisses were pressed to his inner thighs, moving lower and lower, until lips met his balls. He didn´t doubt Blaine´s words this time. Maybe tomorrow he would, not now, when he felt loved and cared for.
"Blaine oh. Let me take care of you today."

"No, I was a jerk to you yesterday. Let me make up to you."

Kurt´s protests were drowned, when the wet cavern of Blaine´s mouth surrounded his cock. Teasing the slit made Kurt´s words regress into gasps and moans. He could feel Blaine´s tongue draw lazy circles around the head of his penis, before he finally took in more, letting it run over the vein on the underside. Over and over again, Kurt repeated Blaine´s name, as his boyfriend bobbed up and down, letting his lips and tongue caress the sensitive organ. Even if Blaine was unable to take him in all the way, it still felt like the best blowjob he had received in years, if not ever. The places he could reach, he stroked with his fingers. Instinctively he still bit down on his lips when he was close, drowning the high-pitched noises that would otherwise escape his throat. He had to make Blaine happy in return. When he came, his head was thrown back into his pillow and he bit down even harder, until his body swam in the wonderful afterglow of coming. Kurt quickly wiped away the blood his teeth had drawn, before Blaine could see.

"That was…amazing! Thank you!"

"Up for more, ?"

Kurt nodded and relaxed further. They had done this enough times for him to know, that Blaine wanted to do most of the work. He would prepare him, thoroughly, and he was the one who wouldn´t let Kurt ride him. But for once in over a year, Kurt didn´t mind. The gentle fingers, pushing into him, one after another, while Blaine´s face hovered over him, only lit by a small lamp on a night stand, made him ache for more. He slid his arms around the broad shoulders of Blaine and pulled him closer, his eyes never leaving the soft brown ones. If he noticed that Kurt anus was a little stretched already, he didn´t let on. As Kurt wouldn´t show that he still felt a little sting from Sebastian´s relentless fingers that had entered him earlier that day. He dismissed those thoughts to focus on the man he loved again.
"Always you." He whispered against swollen lips, not repulsed by the taste of his own cum. Both gasped when Blaine found the spot in Kurt´s body that felt wonderful, since Kurt´s body rutted against Blaine´s erection.

"Kurt, you will always be my future."

They kissed, moaned and mumbled eachothers names, after Blaine had entered him. It was very slow and careful sex, maddening soft and awfully loving. Knowing they both were clean, didn´t make them less attentive and Blaine never had sex without a condom. Their hands traveled over the others body, spreading heat. When Kurt grew hard, Blaine stroked him into completion, before coming himself. Tired to the bone, but endlessly happy, they went to take a shower. The bright light hurt his eyes at first, so Kurt was glad when he could close them as the water hit his face. They had quickly washed themselves, too exhausted and wanting to go to bed. It was only when Kurt got out, that a surprised gasp echoed in the bathroom.

"…Your butt."

"My what?" Kurt asked, bending in an awkward angle to catch a glimpse at said body part, but he didn´t have to when his memory trickled in. His butt cheeks had to be pink from the beating.

"I can´t remember much of yesterday´s night, but I woke up on the floor of a bar. Apparently I fell one too many times." He lied.

His worries to be discovered or under further investigation went down the drain with the water of the shower it seemed, because Blaine laughed, before throwing a towel at him.

"I love you, even your clumsy drunken self."

On Monday, Kurt felt a little surreal when he arrived early at Reeds. The message of Sebastian had been short, only reminding him to remember the name of the Diner and the time he should be there. The last few days with Blaine had been spent in bed, cuddling and talking mostly. Hey had made dinner together, gossiped about the awful new trends they had missed when Kurt had been in deep forced submission. Gone were the needs to hear an order to do anything. Just being with Blaine felt natural. Though he had to admit, he felt calm in the knowledge of meeting Sebastian. He had told Blaine he would meet an old Highschool friend who had just moved here and had practically told him about Sam when he was asked what he was like.

It was easier than making something up. Looking around the diner, he saw that it had a counter for coffee as well and looked rather homey with light wooden floor and charming white and red checkered table cloth and a lot of people talking, creating that low hum over the music playing in the background. Unsure on what to order, not knowing If Sebastian wanted to do that, he just bought a water bottle and sat down in a booth in the centre of the diner. Kurt didn´t wait for long. The Dom entered the place right on time, immediately spotting him, as if there was only one table Kurt would have sat down at. He was dressed rather casually, with a grey v-neck shirt under the unzipped black leatherjacket and a loose fitting dark-blue jeans. He made It seem as if it wasn´t a late December day, and more like early summer. When he sat down opposite him, Kurt lowered his eyes to the tabletop.

"Hello boy. I see you already placed your order." Sebastian said.

This was not a question and Kurt was unsure if he should answer or if this was a simple remark. Sebastian had said that he only had to crawl gagged inside his house as a punishment, but did he have the freedom to talk his mind because of that?

"Have you obeyed my commands over the weekend, or is there anything you need to confess."

He opened his mouth to reply that, yes he had been good, but snapped it closed when he remembered he had come despite the order to prevent that for a week. The feeling of height at receiving praise and the pride in being obedient were replaced with the crushing feeling of disappointment.
"Yes, sir. I came without your permission."

Sebastian clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"I´m sorry Sir." Kurt whispered, afraid someone would hear the title, even if it was unlikely with the noise level.

"Hands behind your back, straighten your back and open your legs. Yes, like that. This is the position I want you in every time we are here, except for when we are eating. You will not move from it without my permission and you will only speak when being asked or if you yourself ask politely. It will be my power to either grant your wish, or not. Every time we meet here, I will be the one to place our orders and determine where we go after that. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

After that it was quiet for a long time, before the Dom told the waiter what they would have and it remained silent until the plates were brought. Kurt tried to appear impassive as a cheeseburger and curly fries were placed in front of him. A part of him had hoped Sebastian would understand that he liked to eat healthily.
"Eat, boy! You are too skinny for my tastes and a burger once in a while won´t kill you." Sebastian said.

He himself had ordered spaghetti cabonara. Under pressure, Kurt ate everything and had to admit it tasted better than he would have guessed. Still, he couldn´t help but cringe at knowing how much fat oozed out of the fries.

"I would have thought you were a more obedient sub. Disobeying in a punishment is not something I will tolerate. What would you decide as your punishment? Choose wisely, if it isn´t according to my likes, I will add more to it. Either way I will add some for biting down on your lower lip when I told you to stop that habit."

Kurt quickly let loose of his lips and lowered his head in shame. He had to think about what would be appropriate for this misbehavior. If he did decide for strokes with a crop or a paddle, it would be hard to explain to Blaine If he didn´t, Sebastian could simply hit him even more.

"10 strokes with a paddle, Sir."

"15 and two more for biting."

He caught himself wanting to thank him, but then he knew better than to do that. His shoulders relaxed after sitting in this position after eating again and he felt self-conscious under the Dom´s eyes.
"After I have paid, we will go to my place. While walking you can walk as you may, but your eyes will be lowered to my feet and you will walk at my heel. As soon as we enter my house, you will drop to you will undress and crawl for me. Do you think you are able to do that?"

"Yes,Sir."

"Fine." Sebastian answered, brushing his knee with a hand, before getting up to pay at the counter. Kurt did as he was told all the way to Sebastian´s place. At first it was rather hard to follow the dom´s pace, but he got the hang of it and was proud when he stopped when Sebastian did.

Inside the house, he quickly undressed, folding his clothes neatly and getting down on all fours, while the Dom watched. He opened his mouth obediently, when a ballgag was pressed against his lips. The familiar taste of plastic would soon mix with his saliva, but he tried to distract himself. That wasn´t too hard, since Sebastian undressed as well and he greedily took in all he could before he would turn around.

"You look beautiful like that, boy. But it´s time to teach you a lesson."

This was all he said, before turning around and walking down the hall. As quickly as he could, Kurt tried to crawl after him, not bothering how he looked for now, without someone to watch. He only then realized that the rug was softer than the last time and he looked down at the new grey fabric that covered the hall floor. Happiness surged through him like lightning at imagining that it was done for him, even if it wasn´t. It was nice pretending. Entering the room Sebastian had, the first thing that caught his attention was the large cross, where Sebastian opened up the buckles of the leather restraints.

"Come here boy. I will strap you to it while you receive the punishment. If this is a limit for you, shake your head two times now."

Kurt stayed motionless.

"Very well."

He then did as he was told, crawling over and waiting until stronger hands lifted him at the wrist until he was in a standing position. Facing the wall, his hands were bound to the cross. All the while he took in more of the rather small room. It had a large wooden cupboard to his left hand side and the walls were covered in a dark red with a bold stripe of grey near the ceiling.

"This bell will be your way of using your safeword." Sebastian pressed said object in the opened palm of Kurt´s right hand.

"Use it wisely. While receiving this punishment I want you to remember who is in charge in your life now."

Kurt nodded, letting his head rest on the wall. The first stroke met his skin right over his buttocks, and even though it was rather light, he jerked in surprise. The next three strokes were placed on his right ass cheek, growing in strength.

"Who do you think of now?"

You Sir. Four, five, Six.

"Who does your body belong to?"

You sir. Seven, eight, on his right cheek.

"Who do you need to be sane?"

You Sir. Blaine, Sir. The next four strokes hurt all the much more with the thought of his boyfriend.

"Who gives you the right to disobey me?"

No one Sir. It´s unacceptable. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. It hurt so much, but he still relaxed completely, his mind beginning to blur into a haze.

"Who can give you satisfaction?"

You Sir. His low gasps turned into screams at the last three hits. The bell in his hand dug deep into his palm as he clutched it in pain and buzzing pleasure. He felt warm hands burn on his red lower body, that rubbed some kind of liquid on him.

"You were good, boy. I hope you have learned your lesson."

Kurt nodded vigorously, blinking away the tears that had pricked at his eyes. Soon hands undid the leather around his wrists and he grunted when his skin stretched and pinched when he crawled again. He followed Sebastian down the hall again, this time ending up in a tiny room that held nothing more than a comfortable looking couch and a shelf with a stereo system, as well as a bin.

Sebastian sat down first, before beckoning him to come up at well. Kurt did and knelt there awkwardly and in pain, before the Dom suddenly undid the Ball-gag, roughly wiped away the saliva with a klinex and let his hand run through Kurt´s hair. In a way it felt very different from Blaine, tough it was the same gesture.

"In this room, you are allowed to speak to me and you can lie down and rest. It´s the only place we both have equal rights in this house, though I will expect you to be respectful."

Kurt blinked in confusion and still felt uncomfortable speaking without permission, so he lay down instead, bending his knees until he fitted on the sofa without touching Sebastian. He could practically feel Sebastian's impatience, in the brush of his fingertips over his scalp, but he still felt was in a blurry state of mind and words were harder to form as was an opinion. It took an unknown amount of minutes to understand that he could say whatever he wanted.

"Can I speak my mind?" He asked though.

"I said you could."

Kurt took a deep breath, before sitting up and swatting away Sebastian´s hand. He somehow had to do this right, no matter how hard it would be.

"If we continue this, I want to have a contract that ensures my safety with you."

Hesitantly he looked into Sebastian's eyes. In this moment he realized he knew nothing about this man and he wasn´t sure if he wanted to keep it that way. He was his Sir, someone he had to trust in order for this to work. On the other hand it would make this thing into more than sexual satisfaction and such a bond he only wanted to have with Blaine.

"Okay. Tomorrow you will get here at 4 pm instead of Reeds and we will set one up." Sebastian finally said.

"I will. But there is one more thing I want to ask of you."

"And what would that be?"

Even though he tried to hide it, Kurt could hear his growing annoyance.

"I can´t follow orders that intrude my vanilla relationship."

"You can´t mean that."

"I do. I finally learned to cope with the fact that I am cheating on the love of my life with you. The only thing preventing me from going insane is forgetting about the other men when I am with one. For your sake I only think of you when I am your sub, so let me be Blaine´s when I am with him."Kurt said determined.

Suddenly Sebastian got upp and paced the floor. Kurt saw him eying the door, as if wanting to be outside this room, where he could have all the power. And Kurt would let him. If it wasn´t for this room, he would have withered with the wish to ask Sebastian for this. As it was now, he hoped for the best.

"What if I say no?" The dom asked, stopping his pacing and ending up in front of Kurt.

"Then I will have to disobey your orders and face punishment every time. We both know it will ruin this completely."

Sebastian looked like he wanted to throw the stereo system at him for a short moment. This was the first time it seemed, that he could catch a glimpse of the man behind his dominant mask.

"Fine. This will be in the contract as well."

Then he sat down on the couch again and after a sequence of awkward silence, his hand found Kurt´s hair again.

"How was your vanilla weekend. Has he added some sprinkles on top of the vanilla or are you still fighting?"

When Sebastian asked, he appeared to be curious on one hand, while uncomfortable on the other. Feelings and relationships probably was something that the Dom hadn´t encountered to often in his life, the way he treated it.

Kurt smiled, closing his eyes.

"It was the perfect, most vanilla, sprinkles, rainbow weekend of my life."

He didn't know why, but as if he had burned Sebastian, the hand left his scalp and wouldn´t return for the rest of the evening.

There you have it :D

The childhood stories are actually mine. My sister was the one who thought she could jump up a brickwall by driving against it and I was the earthworm fan with the endless love that suffocated them. :D haha.

1. Any funny childhood stories anyone like to share?

2. has anyone switched teams meanwhile, to Kurtbastian or Klaine?

3. Any predictions?

4. Someone there who can explain the mistery of Tumblr to me. I don´t get it. The reblogging thing and so on o.o

Lots of love and thanks for the ones that review and follow. You are the best. Don´t argue with me :D