Author's Notes: Chapter 14

Come Sunday morning, Kurt found himself taking part in the ritual that was known as the walk of shame. Though the statement held little resemblance to Kurt's current situation (as he was driving not walking) nor did he feel anything that could be described as shame about last night. The only thing that related him back to the sexual slang term was Kurt ended up having a one-night stand yesterday. Now as he returned home in the early hours of the day, he found himself wondering if he had been in his right mind. After having to live through turning down Blaine's sexual advances Kurt went straight to Feeling. He hadn't gone there to get horribly drunk, no, Kurt had a whole different idea of how he wanted to turn the night around. Instead he went out on the dance floor and found what he had hoped to find, or rather whom. He'd been perusing Kurt for the last couple of nights and so far Kurt had given him little encouragement to continue. From the word of mouth around the club Kurt discovered the guy was as picky as he was handsome with his sexual conquests. Kurt was flattered by the attention but felt no real need to sleep with him, until then. So Kurt jump-started his interest by coming over and kissing him full on the mouth without warning. Just as he had assumed it would, the guy, who's name turned out to be Alex, was quick to get into the flow of things. What came next was for both boys to heading back to Alex's apartment to fuck each other’s brains out for the remainder of the night. By the time they were done, it was so late (or early) Kurt took his offer to crash at his place. The sex was good, Kurt was relieved to discover, but Alex moves were nowhere comparable to Sebastian's sexual talents.

When Kurt finally made it home he stopped in front of the door, Sebastian's car was still in its parking space, but that meant nothing. But Kurt knew any hopes even little ones such as Sebastian not being home to notice his absence, rarely came to anything. As he opened up the door and stepped inside Kurt was ready to ignore Sebastian if he appeared. At first there was no sign of him and Kurt got foolishly optimistic as he headed to his bedroom. The second he stepped inside and discovered Sebastian there, lying on his bed and looking through Kurt's design sketchbook, he just sighed. He normally would have risen to bursts of anger and kicked Sebastian out with loud profanity; but what was the use? That was the exact reaction Sebastian would be hoping for and Kurt wasn't about to humour him.

“You're alive, I don't have to call the cops to put out a search warrant now,” Sebastian commented, not even bothering to look at Kurt when he addressed him.

“Your concern is heart warming, but makes little impact. Considering how you often don't come home for days on end. Oh how I love those days,” Kurt replied, his voice becoming obviously sarcastic at the right points.

“But you're not me Kurt. And unlike myself, you've never been gone out for a full night since moving in here. So is Blaine the one to blame and who's all sore and sated now?”

Again, Kurt felt the urge to get snarky and defensive, but as time went on he was loosing the urge to blow up around Sebastian. “Blaine and I did not hook up last night,” Kurt growled as he began strip his clothes off and put on a new outfit. The fact that he had an audience (because of course now Sebastian was bothering to look at him) didn't faze him. Since they'd become roommates, there were few boundaries considering nudity, if any at all. What was the point when they were fucking? It made things far easier to just walk into the bathroom, and never react to seeing each other with their clothes off.

“Really? Does that mean you finally fucked someone besides the two of us? Or did you get boned bottom style?” Sebastian asked, his interest in the discussion picking up.

No matter what progress had been made when it came to dealing with Sebastian Kurt couldn't stop himself from giving a classic eye-roll. Sure he was as intrusive as usual but sex was just sex, so Kurt found no reason to evade the question, or to lie. This was another side of Kurt's new middle ground personality. He didn't intend to become all passive and chummy with Sebastian in any degree. But he figured giving less of a rise from his roommate’s taunting was a good idea, it was less tiresome. If Sebastian ever went too far he'd hold none of his anger back though. “I did, not that it's any of your business,” Kurt answered.

“I'm impressed, Kurt,” Sebastian started.

Kurt groaned as he finished zipping up his fly on his pants. “Don't be....” he pleaded.

“What, did it suck or something? Told yah I'd be hard to live up to.”

“The sex was good, great even. And before you ask, he didn't surpass your skills,” Kurt muttered.

“Surprised you'd admit that; what's up with you? You've changed,” Sebastian said as he stood up and pressed himself up against Kurt's body. Who surprised him yet again by not swearing at him to fuck off. Sure Kurt rarely showed any resistance when Sebastian touched him, but he also usually didn't bother to react at first. It took Sebastian hitting his sweet spots to get Kurt turned on enough to get in the spirit of things. Not this time, in this instance Kurt ended up kissing Sebastian before he could; his hands getting busy at the same time. “What the fuck's gotten into you?” he demanded.

“You know what? You're a fucking hypocrite Sebastian. What? I'm supposed to just stand here and let you grope me?” Kurt asked sarcastically. “But I'm surprised you've noticed any difference in me; since we haven't fucked in a week,” Kurt said seductively.

“I'm starting to worry for my safety, that my roommate is a schizo.”

“You're not in any danger of me going crazy and murdering you, if you were it would have happened a long time ago. No, I'm just... testing the waters... trying to come up with a happy medium with how I react to the world. I already know what I've become works well for the idiotic, ignorant and hateful, but for the few people who aren't out to piss me off, you're not included in that lot, it's hardly wise. I'm just trying to make it so I don't lash out or want to run, it's exhausting. Don't worry though, there's no risk in me becoming all sappy with you,” Kurt assured him.

“Good, I'm not sure if I like this new Kurt Hummel any better,” Sebastian muttered. But then Kurt made him a bit more open to the idea, as he suddenly opened up his fly, pulled his cock out and set to giving him a blowjob. “Fuck!” he shouted.

Kurt's ploy to shut his roommate up and distract him from questioning about Kurt's one-night stand was going the way he hoped. Sebastian for once didn't bother to try to talk during sex, even if it was just oral this time. That meant that Sebastian was changing a bit too, they both were, at least considering how they dealt with each other. But unlike with Blaine and Kurt's relationship, neither of them bothered to care what those changes were. Because no matter what was happening between them they knew feelings were not in the equation; at least romantic ones.

After Sebastian reached orgasm, unlike his fuck buddy hoped, he hadn't forgotten the new information pertaining to Kurt. “So why did you look for new action now? Did you catch feelings, Kurt? Why else wouldn't you fuck Blaine? I could tell last night he was horny for you. Did he proposition you at least? Should I expect him to be weepy now and want to cry on my shoulder?” Sebastian asked, not giving Kurt any time to answer any of questions he listed off.

Kurt was already beginning to regret showing any decorum when it came to Sebastian. There were far too many questions that were too personal and Kurt didn't want to answer a single one. “Fuck off Sebastian, I just gave you good head. Try to show some gratitude!” Kurt barked in anger as he stormed out of his bedroom and into the kitchen.

Sebastian just laughed; Kurt didn't realize that by not answering a single question confirmed the answer to each one was probably yes.

“Fine, hide everything as usual. I actually don't give a fuck about your life choices. Just fess up about Blaine; I need to know if you two broke up,” Sebastian demanded as he followed Kurt into the kitchen.

“He's not my boyfriend, Sebastian!” Kurt hissed in anger.

“But is he still your friend?”

“Yes!” Kurt snarled. Kurt didn't bother to give any more details on the matter. For one thing he wasn't sure how Blaine had really reacted to the shut down. Kurt was sure their exchange afterwards was genuine and that they would get through it and remain good friends. But Kurt wasn't stupid; he knew that telling Blaine no (the opposite of what he wanted to hear) must have hurt. If only Blaine knew that Kurt wasn't the person he should want, it would be easier to recover from the whole ordeal.

Sebastian was bored with the conversation and decided to let the subject drop. Sebastian watched as Kurt amazingly stuck around and started to make something for a late breakfast. He smirked at Kurt, this was just the opportunity he'd been hoping for and for once sex wasn't involved.

“Okay onto the next item of business then,” he announced, bringing out his cellphone.

“Now what?” Kurt grumbled.

“If you hadn't been out fucking some guy... wait, who was it?” Sebastian asked, remembering he'd left one question out.

“Just some guy from Feeling. Who I'm sure you've done already,” Kurt muttered.

“Gonna withhold the name then? Was he ugly or something?”

Kurt sighed; he knew there was no point in dodging the question. Sebastian was in one of his annoying stubborn moods. The easiest way to get him to shut up would be to give him what he wanted. “He's very hot and quite selective with his hook-ups apparently. Before you get bitchy about it, his name’s Alex...” Kurt began and he realized he never caught the guy’s last name, not that it mattered.

“Alex, let's see... I've fucked a few Alex's in my time. As for any who are Feeling regulars... tall, body of an Adonis, but not an over-beefed one? Has some sort of tribal tattoo on his leg, forget which one though. With light mocha skin; sleek black hair; decent cock size?” Sebastian began to list.

“And we have a winner,” Kurt confirmed.

“Not bad Hummel. Did you top or bottom?”

“We did both. And before you rudely ask.... I didn't keep track so I have no idea if one of us did more than the other,” Kurt answered.

“What were we talking about before?” Sebastian asked.

Another eye roll, this had to be one of the longest conversations between Kurt and Sebastian to date. One that hadn't been cut short from an argument breaking out; Sebastian's getting bored and walking off; or the usual culprit, sex. Not having any sensual contact for a week was beginning to look like a bad call. While seven days wasn’t that long it seemed for them it was getting to be.

Still, Kurt was trying to readjust his life a little and he felt no real urge to stop the talk. “Something about business?” he offered with a casual shrug.

Since Sebastian wasn't trying to change himself at all he didn't notice Kurt's shifting to be more agreeable. When he got his way as usual Sebastian let out a bored yawn. He sat down on the couch and leaned over the back end where he could face Kurt sitting at the table eating his meal. “Right, man talking when there's no sex is sure tiresome,” Sebastian complained.

“You could just shut up?” Kurt suggested.

“I actually have something of interest to say; though every word out of my mouth is pure gold. But if you'd stuck around at Feeling last night you might have noticed something. Every year around this time they hold a competition of a musical type,” Sebastian began to explain.

“If it's something to do with drag-queens there is no way in hell I'm participating!” Kurt warned loudly.

“Don't flatter yourself Kurt. No, it's a duet show down. This year’s subject is sexual tension.”

“I bet every year has something to do with sex,” Kurt interrupted.

“Of course, but you gotta admit, that's something we're experts at.”

“Are you suggesting we enter?” Kurt asked in surprise.

“I wouldn't bring it up if I wasn't. Come on, I know you like to put on a good show. ‘Sides, the winner gets a five hundred dollar tab at the bar. The catch is you have to choose a song that no one knows. So you can't use a songs popularity to win votes. I've already found one that's perfect for us too,” Sebastian told Kurt.

“If we were to enter, and I'm not saying yes, what would that entail? Because for me to accept I have terms,” Kurt said.

“It's in two weeks, so plenty of time to work things out. There's nothing else to tell, this isn't Nationals,” Sebastian said.

Without bothering to give any reply to the idea Kurt took a final bite of his brunch and swallowed. He glared at Sebastian in annoyance. He was just getting used to the idea of changing a bit. The thought that maybe he wasn't the only one felt quite alarming. Could they even handle being around each other that much? Yet Kurt found the idea very tempting (the reward money aside) Kurt's attempts to tell himself he could live without performing were weakening. Thanks to the sing off against Sebastian, Kurt was reminded why he loved to sing and how much putting on a show meant to him. He still wasn't about to try to aim for Broadway again, that dream was still dead in the ground. But what was the harm in singing now and then, if the opportunity arose?

The decision made, Kurt still needed to ensure he'd resist wanting to punch Sebastian enough so they could make it to competition day. “Here are my terms Sebastian. I'm not going into this blind, if we're gonna do it, we're going to rehearse, a lot. I'm entering to win, nothing else is an option or what's the fucking point? Second, don't expect me to just dance around with some sleazy stripper moves while you hog the vocals. If this is a duet then it's going to be a shared and equal partnership up on stage.”

“You're starting to act like this is a wedding and not a singing competition,” Sebastian taunted.

Kurt ignored the jab, he wasn't even going to acknowledge marriage was in any capacity being used to describe his and Sebastian’s current situation. “Take it or leave it, Sebastian,” Kurt said flatly.

“Fine, I'll go along with your diva-ish whims, but there's one last detail I won't not budge on. I get to choose the song, already have anyway,” Sebastian declared.

Kurt let out a tired sigh, “Let me hear it.”

Of course Sebastian's phone was already out again and after bringing up the song with his thumb, its owner held it out and pressed play. Giving Sebastian the perfect viewpoint to watch Kurt's reaction and his expression throughout the number was priceless. Kurt first listened with narrowed eyes as he tried to place the band, then gave a classic eye-roll, transitioned to his mouth hanging open and then finally, he broke into uncontrolled laughter.

“What the fuck is this song?” Kurt laughed.

“It's 'Like a Robot' by Aqua,” Sebastian answered. “You gotta admit, it's right up our alley.”

“What, the group who sang Barbie Girl? How did you even find this song... wait are you saying I think you fuck me like a robot?” Kurt hissed.

“Yeah right, like I'd spend that much time thinking about sex with you; don't flatter yourself Kurt. Having no emotion when we fuck should be taken as a compliment in our case. The only thing robotic about how I operate is that my technique is like a well-oiled machine.

“But that's where our acting skills will come in and our knack with using sexual tension for fun. We'll perform the song like we're having a sexual to and fro. Dish out and rebound the rising sexually charged tension between us during the number, like we're playing some type of the game. Before you start to bitch about equality this time, neither one of us will get the upper hand…. That should get the audience good and turned on, securing our sure win,” Sebastian described. More telling than making suggestions.

“I take it I'd be singing the female vocals?”

“Yes, but not because you have the higher voice, it's more suited to you, right?”

“Okay yeah, it is... and I wouldn't have believed it but the song's perfect too. Not to mention how I'd be getting most of the lyrics. I already have ton of ideas for any choreography we could do. You do realize this means we'll have to spend a lot of time together rehearsing for the next two weeks?” Kurt pointed out.

“I'm aware, I also know working on building up our sexual tension will have some pleasurable side effects.”

“Just as long as you realize I'm not up to us pulling a public sex act at the end of the song,” Kurt warned.

“Oh come on Kurt, it would be so hot,” Sebastian urged smugly.

“Except the rules clearly sate that any sexual happenings on stage means an instant disqualification,” Kurt informed. He'd brought up the competition rules from Feelings' website on his iPhone while they were talking. “Okay, if we're gonna do this, let's do it right. First rehearsal will be tomorrow night; so you better fucking show up,” Kurt growled.

“Where?”

“Here. We can move the furniture away from the walls for enough ground room.”

“So your answer’s yes then?”

“I thought I'd been clear enough already; yes, I'll be your duet partner. Even though I might live to regret it,” Kurt said with a sigh.

“Good, ‘cause I already entered us,” Sebastian declared.

Instead Kurt proved that things between the pair were changing, ever so slightly. Kurt was used to Sebastian and his selfish ways; it was as if he was becoming desensitized to them. So there was no getting angry, Kurt gave his second best reaction, eye-rolls and then going with a lough sigh head shake combo. “Of course you have.”
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The struggle of facing Kurt after being shot down for sex wasn't anything Blaine wanted to deal with. But now that he was, it wasn't that bad. Once he got past the initial disappointment, Blaine strove to keep to the positive side. Kurt's said no because he wanted them to stay friends; that he cared about him too much and ended with Kurt wasn't what Blaine wanted. It wasn't easy to avoid an argument with Kurt on that topic; but holding his tongue resulted in Kurt not pushing him away.

Besides, Blaine was facing a whole new crisis to worry over; one he'd never wanted to face. Kurt and Sebastian were avoiding him and it took Blaine on by surprise. At the start he and Kurt still hung out and talked regularly and the three met up at Feeling most nights. Blaine understood that the roommates had their own lives that kept them busy. But it soon went beyond Kurt's work schedule and Sebastian's pursuit of pleasure.

If having a slightly more hectic schedule were all that was going on with his friends then Blaine normally wouldn't stress so much over the realization. But when Blaine finally noticed they were always absent at the same time, it set him off. Whether it was intentional or not Sebastian and Kurt were avoiding him for some reason; and he was afraid to find out why.

What the Hell were they doing that took over their personal lives? Blaine was jumping to conclusions again instead of confronting the culprits and finding out if it was all just one big coincidence. Or like with his theories before, Blaine was right on the nail and Sebastian and Kurt were an actual couple now, or as close as they could get. Was he actually being phased out? It happened sometimes, when one of your friends starts a new relationship, everything else becomes less important. No answer Blaine could come up with (especially the last one) was the lesser evil, bringing him back to square one. As usual the only thing keeping Blaine from asking Sebastian about it (because it would be insane to ask Kurt) was how he'd never live it down if he were wrong.

The doorbell rang but Blaine was too distracted to notice. Nick was the one to answer the door and greet his girlfriend who bounded in beaming at him.

“Hi honey! Man I had the most fun tonight! Kurt's a scream!” Stephanie babbled as she walked into the apartment, giving Nick a quick kiss and flopped down on the couch beside Blaine.

“Should I be jealous?” Nick teased as he came to join them.

Stephanie rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. She looked exactly like Kurt when she did. It seemed she was picking up on his mannerisms already. “What, I'm not allowed to have my own gay bff?”

“Blaine's sexual orientation, in addition to being my best friend, means nothing, I hope you realize. I also hope you're not just hanging out with Kurt because he's gay,” Nick warned with a playful tone.

“Please Nick! What do you take me for? No, Kurt's 'liking cock' as he puts it, is not an issue, or a requirement. He's really fun to be around, he took me shopping today. Wait to you see the outfits I got! He has the most amazing taste in clothing I've ever seen! He is going to be a top fashion designer one day; I just know it,” Stephanie announced happily.

“Where is he then?” Blaine asked, finally adding a word in the conversation. He couldn't hide his disappointment in discovering Kurt wasn't still with her.

“Oh Blainey, you miss him don't you? He told me how he's being a 'shitty friend' to you lately and he made me promise I'd tell you he's aware of the fact. He's just been busy with some project he's been working on,” Stephanie began to explain as she reached over and pinched Blaine's cheek affectionately.

Blaine scowled and rubbed his now sore cheek, why couldn't Kurt tell him this himself? “Doing what?” Blaine asked, catching himself from asking 'doing who'.

“I'm not really sure; he's pretty tight lipped about it and I know him well enough now not to press further. All I'd do is unleash his snark; Kurt says he use to hang out with girls more often back in high school, but I know he won't hold his anger back despite my female parts,” Stephanie commented. “But I did get a clue when Kurt began to ramble on how much his temper was being tested lately.”

“Sebastian then?” Nick asked.

Stephanie nodded. “Most likely, at least that's what I picked up on,” she replied.

“No...” Blaine muttered in denial.

Nick and Stephanie turned to look at Blaine in surprise, “Blaine, what's gotten into you?” Nick asked.

“Nothing...” Blaine grumbled.

“Are you jealous of Sebastian?” Stephanie grinned.

“Oh my god, NO!” Blaine yelled back.

“Uh, you do realize your reaction betrays you, Blaine,” Nick pointed out.

“Shut up,” Blaine whined and he got up, storming off towards his room and slammed his door shut like a dramatic teenager.

“Should we be worried?” Nick asked his girlfriend.

“I think Blaine's imagination is getting the better of him Nicky, I think he actually believes Kurt and Sebastian are in a relationship,” Stephanie said.

“Are they?” Nick couldn't help but ask.

Stephanie shrugged. “I have no clue, I don't know either of them well enough, or Sebastian at all. Even if I did I doubt it would help, if Blaine's current state is any clue. I really don't think it's any of our business; Blaine and Kurt need to sort this out on their own, whatever it is.”

“Good call,” Nick agreed.
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Three days before the big show, Sebastian and Kurt were in the auditorium of USF once more. Unlike their previous sing off, they were now rehearsing as a team. Over the previous eleven days the pair had spent countless hours working on the choreography for their number until they had everything figured out. The result of spending so much time together was their classing (did you mean clashing or dueling?) tempers erupted and they would end up having sex almost every time they worked on the performance.

Not that resorting to their usual answer to tolerate each other was bad; the sex was always satisfactory and it resolved any conflict between them. But Kurt for one would be glad when it was all over and done with; things were becoming too much of a routine for them. The one thing they both enjoyed about their casual relationship was that it was usually totally spontaneous. Now it wasn't and the result was…. There was no proper word to describe it, there were a great number: alarming; unnerving; annoying; infuriating and most of all, scary.

Kurt didn't like where things were going and he also hated that Sebastian didn't share his views. Not that he thought the cocky prick had fallen in love with him, no. It just proved that Kurt's attempts to keep feelings out of relationships (even ones that held no attachment) wasn't so easy. Kurt missed spending time with Blaine. Kurt intended to call him the next day and hoped Blaine would be open to the idea of spending the whole day together.

“Okay, so you ready to go for this?” Kurt asked as he finished stretching.

“Not gonna make this a dress rehearsal?” Sebastian suddenly asked.

Kurt groaned, god he was sick of Sebastian and his stupid smug comments. “For the last time, no! I haven't finished them yet! I'll get them done before the show though, don't worry. The delay only happened thanks to you anyway. It took eons to make you realize there was no way in hell I'm fucking wearing my cat suit!” Kurt shouted in anger.

“Why bother with making it if you won't use it to its advantage?” Sebastian taunted.

“The discussion is over Sebastian, just get in fucking position?” Kurt barked as he walked over to the docking port.

“Which one? Doggy? Missionary? Leap-frog?” Sebastian began to list.

“Oh god I can't handle this! No five hundred dollar tab is worth this much torture!” Kurt blurted out.

“What? After all the work you're gonna chicken out and turn tail now?” Sebastian asked as he went over to the mark and assumed his starting position.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Sebastian and hit the play button on his docking port; he had added a slight delay to the song for just this reason. He came to stand in front of Sebastian as he got in place, ignoring him at first. “No, I'm not a quitter,” Kurt hissed as the music started.

The snarky banter stopped, clashing personalities were put aside the second the music began and launched the duet partners into performance mode. Kurt hadn't been the only one to do any work; Sebastian proved he still had his uses aside from his predominantly sexual ones. The choreography the duo had come up with was quite ingenious and they used the lyrics and their sexual chemistry to their best advantage. Both built the sexual tension up as they continued through the dance routine, creating roles for themselves, parts to play out. It was an act. An act they played so well that anyone but them would be easily fooled by the display. It was almost too affective really; how in to the moment the young men were and how much desire they would be selling on stage.

Kurt radiated sensual energy and Sebastian matched his level and threw it back in Kurt's face. Of course one thing wasn't true; they didn't fuck like robots. But they weren't putting any personal experiences into the number; Sebastian and Kurt still had that much sense. There was a rule that every song needed to have real context the performance would ensure their win. It would make all of their hard work and putting up with each other worth it, hopefully.

By the end of the song their job of building so much sexual energy had another result. The acceleration of yearning between them was too much to keep bottled up and under control. Screw control, in that moment all they wanted to do was screw each other and that soon became very clear. When the song was finished they stared at each other for a split second before pouncing on one other. This was no PG rated embrace; no, it was bordering on pornographic despite no clothing was removed. There was no restrain in their blazing bodies as they began to heavily make out, the only noise being their muffled moans.

This time the intensity in their urgency was not fuelled by anger, no buttons had been pushed; this was purely the result of their sexual tension becoming so concentrated. Kurt didn't stop himself; he didn't want to stop at all. He wanted to fuck and fuck so much that his entire body was becoming painful with need. Kurt slipped his hands down the back of Sebastian's pants as the taller man was busy sucking on his neck. “Oh my god...” Kurt moaned.

Sebastian's hands darted everywhere over Kurt's body, not settling on one spot as he touched Kurt's in all the right places and in just the right way. Only there was little need to try to get Kurt aroused, they were both long past that point. “Fuck, I want you so bad right now,” Sebastian muttered through clenched teeth, not afraid to admit that to his friend.

Kurt let out a loud cry as Sebastian rubbed their erections together and Kurt bit his bottom lip. He wanted to just give into passion and fuck right there and then. But by some miracle, Kurt made himself stop enough so he could think properly. If anyone saw them (even if it wasn't his school) his reputation could be shattered in an instant. He refused to live through that hell again, not when he'd come to think of San Francisco as his home.

“Shit! If there wasn't any risk of someone walking in us, I'd let you!” Kurt hissed.

Sebastian grinned maliciously as he continued to rut himself against Kurt, and he knew he had him. Sebastian kissed Kurt hard on the mouth a few more times and then he pulled back. He heard Kurt's verbal aversion to the move and he smirked at Kurt, fishing his keys out of his pocket.

“Really? Well... I do happen to have a private room on campus. Perfect for impromptu fucks. You game?” Sebastian taunted as he brought the key in between their faces.

The pounding in Kurt's head eventually slowed down enough so he could understand what Sebastian was saying. He looked up at his roommate’s smug face, then to the keys and back to Sebastian's eye-line and Kurt just rolled his eyes. It turned out Kurt could use his new middle ground persona even when it came to sexual encounters, who knew? “What is it really? A janitor closet?” Kurt asked mockingly.

“No, even I have my standards, it's a prop storage room,” Sebastian scoffed.

“Should I even ask how you got that key?” Kurt questioned warily.

“No...” Sebastian growled as he stopped to kiss Kurt again. “Because it's a long story and while it's full of sex... I want to fuck you right now. I get the feeling you'd be up for that, you're cock sure is,” Sebastian alluded as he brought his hand to slide over Kurt's erection trapped in his pants. “Or does the idea of doing it out of an apartment intimidate you?” He whispered in Kurt's ear as he bit his earlobe, his hand torturing Kurt's cock with teasing strokes through his already tight fit jeans.

Kurt's loud moaning gave away any chance to act like he wasn't ready to throw Sebastian to the floor and ride Sebastian's cock. So Kurt simply nodded, sucking face with Sebastian as they pulled at each other aggressively. “It better be fucking close by,” Kurt growled hungrily.

“Yep, just around the corner, come on Hummel.” Sebastian muttered as he grabbed onto Kurt's arm and hauled him to the right direction.

But Kurt was in no state to be dragged along against his will, on the contrary, he started to run along side of Sebastian. They laughed and crashed together against the wall and began to make out again. They were being very reckless and rash and not the least bit discreet but fortunately Sebastian felt the hard doorknob of his VIP room hit him in the back when Kurt slammed him backwards.

“Fuck! That hurt like hell Kurt. I can't believe I'm saying this but tone the rough act down,” Sebastian grumbled.

“Just get us inside so we can fuck,” Kurt urged.

Sebastian rubbed his new injury, he was going to have one hell of bruise soon, but oh well, battle scars were hot. Sebastian fumbled for his keys and fought with putting the key in the slot, this wasn't the only thing he planned to be thrusting into soon. “It was so worth getting this key.”

“God, imagine if you used your powers for good!” Kurt seethed.

Rough hands shoved Kurt inside once the door was opened and he stumbled within, just managing to keep himself from falling over onto the floor. Kurt had little time to regain his composure, not with how fast Sebastian was on him and made quick work on keeping their blood pumping. For once Kurt was annoyed with how many layers of clothing he bothered to wear. Kurt didn't protest when Sebastian took his jacket off and threw it to the floor. He didn't swear or get angry when his shirt soon followed, Kurt didn't even feel any regret as he got Sebastian as equally naked from the waist up.

“Gonna fuck me as usual?” Kurt asked as he began to undo the fly on Sebastian's pants and pulled them down. Before Sebastian bothered to answer Kurt took Sebastian's cock into his mouth and began to deep throat him, just how he knew his fuck buddy liked it best.

“Shit! I thought you didn't keep track of that?” Sebastian pointed out.

Kurt didn't actually want to make Sebastian come so he stopped and stood back up, frowning at Sebastian though his upturned mouth shot down his attempts to be snarky. “Usually I don't, but if it gets to the point where I notice, you've been hogging it too much,” Kurt growled back.

Sebastian allowing Kurt to fuck him on a semi regular basis (something he hadn't allowed anyone else do so far) didn't mean he was about to become a bottom. Sebastian liked his cock in a tight ass most of all and one thing he knew was Kurt's ass was one that would challenge any bottom.

“We could just forget the whole thing?” he threatened. Sebastian wasn't bluffing either; he didn't need Kurt that badly.

Kurt grumbled. He hated giving in to Sebastian's whims all the time but fuck it, the guy knew how to use his dick. “Fine, just be the fucking top again!” Kurt ordered and pulled down his own pants. Kurt was in no mood to further delay their fevered coupling, not this time, he wanted it that bad. Kurt went over to the wall and braced his hands against the rough cement and pushed his bare ass out, enticing Sebastian and he moved and moaned.

It was pretty obvious that Sebastian was far too horny to resort to his normal tactics of stringing things along to torture Kurt. Sebastian quickly brought out his emergency supply of lube and a condom from his back pocket and got his cock covered and coated for entry.

Their location to have sex wasn't a soundproofed apartment but a storage closet so Kurt had to remind himself to keep quiet. When Sebastian pushed inside of Kurt without warning, causing him to cry out but with pleasure not pain. Kurt bit his bottom lip so hard he felt skin break as he fought the urge to swear and scream as Sebastian snapped his hips forward and pounded his ass. Unlike 'the incident' his thrusting never went so far to turn into stabbing. No, it was all good, better than good, fuck it was incredible, this was the definition of fucking. Kurt had no intentions of their actual performance ending in the same way but at present, he knew it was good to get it out of their systems. Still, he hadn't expected the sex resulting after their last rehearsals to be this mind blowing.

“Sebastian, oh my god! Shit! You... how do you... you know exactly how I like it now!” Kurt yelled out to the point of sobbing.

Sebastian knew exactly what Kurt meant, as it was very clear by his grunting how much he was enjoying himself. Kurt might be the one bottoming but he was far from passive, not with how Kurt knew the exact moment to counter and he hit Sebastian's forward thrusts dead centre. Kurt's ass was still tight, hot (and even with the condom) slick and extremely addictive.

“Who knew I'd fuck someone so much to know that huh?” Sebastian declared. He was never one to over-think sex so he didn't care that it felt so good and familiar. No feelings were added to the mix. In fact Sebastian was pretty sure the reason sex between them was so good was due to there being no feelings of affection between them. Without being disillusioned romantics they could just focus on the superficial things; like getting to come.

“Just like that… fuck me... god, why is this so good?” Kurt shouted in disbelief.

“We've been fucking for what... a few months now? That's decades in gay years,” Sebastian theorized. But the illusion of sounding witty was broken as he shifted his position slightly to get a better angle, moving Kurt's leg up to the side. That enabled Sebastian's cock to plunge deeper inside of Kurt and he swore loudly.

“We're gonna get caught if you don't shut up!” Kurt hissed.

“Say's the guys whose decibels are going octane,” Sebastian barked back.

“Shut up and just... here,” Kurt muttered as he shifted back in the opposite direction of Sebastian right when he was pulling back his cock so slid out. Kurt braced himself against the wall and gained some momentum and sprung forward.

Sebastian knew was Kurt was playing at and he grabbed onto Kurt's waist and lifted him off the ground right at the same time when Kurt's toned thighs clamped onto his body, crossing his legs over Sebastian's back as he entered him once more.

Kurt moaned as Sebastian rocked him up and down on his hard cock, clinging to him to keep Kurt in place. He wrapped his arms around Sebastian's shoulders and his fingers dug hard into his skin as Sebastian began to fuck him like crazy.

Sebastian's legs were starting to feel the burn from the effort he was putting into it but he didn't want to stop.

Kurt kissed him hard and passionately and he let out a rare whimper from the pleasure coursing through his body. Sex wasn't supposed to be like this for him. No one knew how to read his body so well. Luckily was little time left to think about that, the sheer intensity of their fucking meant the duet partners didn't have their usual stamina. Instead it was replaced with an incredible build at the same exact time. They were on fire and it was as if their insides were melting. Leading to the most incredible climax both young men had experienced in their lives; the orgasm felt was off the scale. There was no lazy downward fall from coming, no hazy aftermath, there was no heavy breathing. Only silent gasping for air as they tried to recover.

Kurt couldn't speak, he had lost the ability to form words as he slid off of Sebastian and stumbled back onto his feet. Kurt fell forward, his legs still felt like jelly so they could barely support his weight as he became pressed up to Sebastian, their sweaty bodies clinging together. Not for long though because when Sebastian stirred he slid down without any effort and fell to the flood with a thud. Sprawling out, face up with his arms out to the side; his face for once was totally expressionless.

Sinking down on the floor, Kurt made a soft enough landing in his weakened state that he didn't injure himself. He took a deep breath, and then another. He ran his hands through his now messed up hair and just stared off at nothing.

“Sebastian... what the fuck...” Kurt muttered, not knowing what he was even trying to ask.

Sebastian's remained eyes closed as he just lay there, motionless, his chest heaving up and down, that being the only movement he could muster. “Kurt... that was the best sex... I've ever had,” Sebastian said.

Kurt's eyes widened in disbelief, he had to be screwing with him, considering his sexual history, there could be no way he was telling the truth. “Yeah right, like you mean that.”

Sebastian gulped; he was still finding it hard to breath. “It's at least the best orgasm I've had in a very long time, and for me... that's fucking big, Kurt,” Sebastian replied, his voice sounding oddly serious for once with the confession.

Kur Kurt felt his body begin to tense up, the realization hit him hard when actually believed Sebastian, he really did. Even when Kurt's own sexual experiences were nothing compared to Sebastian's, he felt the same way. Actually no, that wasn't fully true; when he had fucked Blaine it had felt just as good, only different somehow. The how was not something Kurt wanted to think on; not now or in the future. Presently Kurt found himself starting to get oddly uncomfortable at the idea that his and Sebastian's choice to become fuck buddies was causing repercussions. Maybe now their sexual experiences weren't so casual anymore as they were becoming familiar.

“Should we stop fucking?” Kurt asked point blank.

“Nice try, I know it was just as good for you, Kurt,” Sebastian debunked.

“I'm not saying it wasn't, shit... Sebastian that orgasm was... astonishingly good. But... I ask again? Should we stop having sex? Has it reached that point?” Kurt asked once more.

“Maybe...” Sebastian began. He wasn't used to this so he didn't know how to talk seriously, or how to be mature about sex. “If we've gotten to the point where we've had sex so many times we can have that overwhelming of a climax... it might be a crossing point.”

For once Kurt didn't give his usual eye-roll, he whistled instead in amazement. Sebastian was actually trying to be serious without event a hint of his usual smugness. Kurt knew this should have alarmed him but above all he was stubborn. And like with Blaine and their numerous little roadblocks, Kurt didn't want his life to change. “Is that honestly a bad thing though?” he interjected.

“What are you getting at?” Sebastian asked suspiciously. “Cause incase you haven’t noticed I'm lying here like I'm dead, after just having sex once.” he added weakly.

Kurt really resisted the urge to role his eyes at Sebastian's comment, instead he remained silent as he looked for something to clean up the aftermath of his orgasm. He found a roll of paper towels nearby and when he was done he pulled his pants back up. Kurt came to sit down beside Sebastian and went so far as to remove the used condom still on his softening cock and threw it away. Kurt found himself in an odd mood now and he wasn't the only one. There was a strange air in the storage room and which had nothing to do with sex.

Kurt pulled his knees up and held them in place; he rested his chin upon them as he let out a tired sigh. “So we know what buttons to press during sex, there's nothing wrong with that. I refuse to think the resulting orgasm it caused... was a bad thing. Sure it was near alarming and everything... but if that's the only consequence to us being fuck buddies for so long, then why the fuck should we deny ourselves? You always say you are a connoisseur of sexual pleasures after all. I mean it's not like we've fallen in love. Or want to suddenly become some sickening couple as a result.”

Sebastian kept staring at the ceiling for a while, but he was actually listening to what Kurt was telling him. He was acting so out of character and he didn't like it one bit. “Sex is suppose to be casual, spontaneous and fun for me. When it comes to us, I don't like that's it's becoming so familiar. Back when we decided to be fuck buddies I thought the arrangement wouldn't last this long,” Sebastian explained.

“Neither did I, I thought we'd be sick of each other by now,” Kurt agreed.

“What the fuck has changed then? ‘Cause I’m sure not trying for things to!” Sebastian demanded.

Kurt had no idea if Sebastian was just playing him, being his usual fake self, or if by some miracle he was being honest and showing some vulnerability. Whatever it was Kurt didn't like it and he didn't have the emotional strength to deal with it either. “I think we're over-thinking things; this isn't something so complex. I think what's happened is, the being buddies part is evening out with the sex aspect of our rela-” Kurt began but he stopped, he couldn't use the word 'relationship' to define them, “... arrangement,” he replaced instead.

“Whatever, it's still becoming too routine,” Sebastian grumbled.

“So you want to stop being fuck buddies then? Or at least test that choice?” Kurt questioned.

“I have no fucking idea,” Sebastian hissed.

Kurt wasn't surprised since he didn't have any answers either. This was why he usually avoided such things. But he still didn't want to become celibate and he wasn't about to start sleeping around, he couldn't risk it. Sebastian wasn't Blaine either, there were no looming unknowns between the pair and they were still living together as roommates. Add in the fact that Kurt didn't want to move but would have to before long if sex were taken out of the equation. The end result would make their home lives way too unbearable to tolerate for long.

“Let's just take a step back here. We're forgetting that we usually don't spend this much time together. Once this blasted duet competition is over that will be easily fixed. I think we can both agree we've been in each other’s company way too much and we’re having too much sex as a result. Remember when fucking only happened because we were bored or angry enough? If we just let that trait resume, I think things will return to normal,” Kurt declared.

“Like anything in our lives are normal, Kurt,” Sebastian taunted with a smug smile.

“Like I give a fuck about that. Stop deflecting you wank.”

“Wasn't even trying, you're getting too bitchy again.”

“You get a rise out of pissing me off and you know it and I don't always mean from my cock.”

It was exactly what the two young men needed. the familiarity of their usual snarky banter returning was welcome but slightly different. If their being more subdued in their arguments was due to Kurt's middle ground beta testing or that they were indeed becoming friends, neither had any clue.

Sebastian sat up let out a tired groan as he stood up and began to redress. “Whatever... I guess the results of having a fuck buddy for this long is, we're getting use to each other,” Sebastian commented.

“That almost sounded wise,” Kurt teased.

“We've been less snarky lately Kurt, even I've noticed... bet we're freaking Blaine out, big time,” Sebastian began.

Kurt stiffened to the mentioning of Blaine, “What's that suppose to mean?”

Sebastian sat up and looked Kurt right in the eye. “Like you haven't noticed, Blaine's in love with you,” he announced.

That sudden comment made Kurt's anger return to him, his body language went rigid and the usual defense mechanism from feeling testy over Sebastian's evasiveness returned full force. It proved just how uncomfortable Kurt was with Sebastian voicing the very thing he'd been trying to deny. “You're insane,” Kurt hissed.

“I bet you let yourself get all weird with me because of it,” Sebastian added.

That was the moment where Kurt finally reached his breaking point and he stood up to leave. “I'm not listening to your bullshit, Sebastian,” he muttered and stood up and went for the exit.

“Still gonna go through with the duet?” Sebastian asked casually.

Kurt stopped at the frame of the door with a sigh, turning to look back at the cocky young man now standing with his clothes back on. The changes in Kurt and their friendship aside, some things remained the same, which Kurt was glad for. But as usual, no matter what Sebastian did to antagonize him, he wasn't a quitter. Kurt might run from feelings but he never wimped out from confrontation or competitions. “Oh it's on, but no more sex for a while, you're cut off,” Kurt warned.

“That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me, Kurt,” Sebastian replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Bite me!” Kurt shouted as he walked out the door.
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The following day Kurt was very glad he intended to spend his free time with Blaine and away from Sebastian. Sebastian had gone out the night before looking for action and Kurt was relieved to have the house to himself. He phoned up Blaine right away and hoped that if Blaine had noticed Kurt' absence he was willing to let his neglectful friend make up for it. At least Blaine answered the phone, which was a good sign.

“Hi Blaine, look before you say anything this needs to be said. I'm sorry I haven't been around, I'm not ignoring you,” Kurt said firmly in greeting.

Blaine's anger started to diffuse the instant he heard Kurt's voice. It wasn't like he wanted to be mad at him anyway. Blaine hated how petty and childish he'd become over the last two weeks, his mind had taken over in his weakened state of missing Kurt and the results weren’t enjoyable. Blaine had actually dreamt about Sebastian and Kurt having sex, only he was tied up and forced to watch instead of joining in.

“It's good to hear your voice,” Blaine admitted, not being sure what else he could say.

“Yours too, is it too late to make up for me being a loser of a friend?” Kurt asked.

“Oh who I am kidding, I'm not that guy, Kurt. So no, it's not too late,” Blaine sighed in defeat.

“I'm glad to hear it. Where should we meet up?” Kurt asked.

“I could go for some coffee,” Blaine suggested.

“Okay, coffee house it is. I'll see you in thirty minuets,” Kurt replied playfully.

“I'll be there,” Blaine said with a laugh.

Not only did Kurt end up showing early, he had also dressed to impress. So much that Blaine was worried that Kurt was trying to get on his good side possibly make up for something. If that something was just his being too busy to hang out, then that was fine. As long as Sebastian didn't come into the equation then everything was going to go smoothly.

Blaine grinned at Kurt and his outfit; the summer heat had finally started to arrive in San Francisco and Kurt was showing it by wearing a pair of shorts. Of course shorts didn't mean Kurt's long legs were left exposed, no that would of been too good to be true. Instead Kurt was wearing a pair of plaid and black bondage shorts that ended just above the knee with various straps dangling down. A stunning pair of black knee boots covered up his legs. While his upper torso sported a black t-shirt with the 'RT' on the front, like it was spray-painted on.

“Kurt, I'm amazed you're just wearing a single t-shirt!” Blaine said in surprise.

Kurt made a scoffing noise at the comment, “Blaine, please, there is nothing 'just' about this outfit. This $180 retail value printed shirt happens to be a Raf Simons original,” Kurt said matter-of-factly to Blaine as they got in line for their drinks.

Blaine just smirked at Kurt; there was no risk in Blaine's mood not recovering to his usual cheerful demeanour when he was in Kurt's company once more. They instantly fell into their usual habits as they began to chatter away about nothing in particular.

Finally when they were both seated with their drinks, Blaine decided to ask a question, the one he had been agonizing over for the last two weeks. “Kurt, the reason I'm a little upset is because you haven't contacted me at all. Not even to just give me a reason why you've been so scarce lately,” Blaine admitted sheepishly.

Kurt swore under his breath. This was why sometimes keeping aloof, at least when Blaine was involved, was a bad idea. “I don't know what you're insinuating here Blaine, but I bet you're wrong. Sebastian and I have just been busying going at it,” Kurt said casually.

Blaine ended up almost choking on his coffee and he did a large spit take in reaction. “What?” he shouted.

Kurt's face turned from amusement to horror, “Oh my fucking god Blaine! What the hell are you imagining?” Kurt demanded.

“You two having some huge sex-a-thon...” Blaine sputtered as he continued to cough.

“No! I didn't mean that...you're...wro-, wait no, I don't want to lie to you. There was some sex but uh... that's not the reason. Why the hell would you! OH fuck! Now I get it! I thought I told you already! This totally makes sense now Blaine! I actually wasn't trying to hide anything from you, I thought I sent you a text about this!” Kurt began to ramble and he called up his phone history. “Shit, it didn't even send!” He growled in anger.

“Would you just tell me what's going on?” Blaine shouted in annoyance. If Kurt was about to tell him he and Sebastian were dating, he just wanted it out and over with.

“Sebastian and I have entered a partnership...” Kurt began, but he realized what that sounded like and he groaned, man he was bad at stuff like this. “I mean a strictly musical one, god I hate this! There's this duet competition at Feeling this Friday night. We've entered it, that's what we've been doing, practising for the show down,” Kurt finally explained.

Blaine finally got the answer he was fishing for but it didn't really give him any insight. True to any piece of Kurt's social life becoming known (at least ones including Sebastian) Blaine's mind began to panic. Sure they weren't dating, but the alarming fact that their entering any competition meant not only were they spending a lot of time together but also they were tolerating that turn out. So Blaine's fretting about the pair possibly becoming so distant because they were spending time together was still true.

Blaine might have been a little impulsive with his inner thoughts but he knew a lot of sex must have been had. This was like Blaine finding out that Kurt and Sebastian were fucking ordeal all over again and this time he didn't want to be right. Sebastian and Kurt getting almost chummy shouldn't have bothered Blaine, but he was slowly freaking out. Blaine's friendship with Kurt meant a lot to him, he liked how close they had become. But if Sebastian was becoming a friend as well, one that unlike with Blaine included sex, Blaine wasn't sure he could turn a blind eye anymore.

No, Blaine refused to become jealous of Sebastian. He never wanted that type of life style; Kurt was right, it wasn't his scene. But true to his polite nature and knowing when not to push Kurt too far, he didn't outright ask Kurt was his relationship with Sebastian could be described as. Because he had that much sense and his love for Kurt was making him feel more clueless than ever before. Blaine only let the subject drop when he saw Kurt's discreet look signaling that he noticed the long silence that had fallen between them.

Right, damage control time then. Blaine smiled at Kurt, “Oh, now I get it!” He stuttered but his charade wasn't fooling anyone.

“Blaine, you suck at lying sometimes you know,” Kurt pointed out.

“I can't tell if that's a compliment or not,” Blaine admitted sheepishly.

“It's a compliment. You're so giving Blaine, it's a quality I really admire in you,” Kurt replied making his intent clear.

Blaine's smile got warmer with the little nudge and felt himself blush a bit. Once the tension between them was brought down a little Blaine then realized his panic was far from over. Now he was faced with a new thought, why hadn't Kurt asked him to be his duet partner? Kurt had actually chosen Sebastian over him and he needed to know why, not shying away this time.

'Fuck my life,' Blaine thought in frustration, why couldn't his life ever be simple. “Okay... so then tell me why didn't you ask me to be your duet partner Kurt?”

Kurt simply shrugged. He wasn’t able to notice what Blaine was really getting at. To him it was just an innocent question that meant nothing. “I didn't know about the competition until Sebastian asked me and I didn't find the need to say no. Sorry, it's nothing to do with you, he was just there and it went from that. I didn't think of on it honestly,” Kurt answered.

Blaine sighed, was he being silly or did that answer sound exactly like the type of answer Kurt would give if Blaine had asked Kurt why him and Sebastian were a couple now? Sebastian had been there first and wasn't afraid to ask for something he wanted. Kurt, who kept insisting things between him and Blaine were platonic, meant he had no reason to say no to Sebastian either. Blaine didn't enter the equation but why? Blaine knew he was going out of control with his theories, and it was more likely this was all in Blaine's head.

“Sorry... I'm sounding like a jealous douche here aren't I?” Blaine asked, trying to simplify things with humour.

Kurt laughed and patted Blaine's hand lightly, still not noticing Blaine's inner turmoil. “Blaine, don't ever be jealous of Sebastian. I'd choose you over him as my friend anytime,” Kurt assured him.

Blaine didn't want the type of assurance Kurt was offering, but he didn't make that fact known. “Thanks,” he simply replied, forcing himself to smile.

“So will you come watch it?” Kurt asked.

“Watch what?” Blaine asked in confusion.

“The competition you dummy!” Kurt reminded him.

“Oh yeah, of course I will, Kurt!” Blaine replied with excitement. 'I just hope it won't encourage my stupid brain,' Blaine thought to himself.

“Excellent, this doesn't end here for us either Blaine. I want to make up for things. You have me for the entire day,” Kurt informed him.

“Lucky me,” Blaine chuckled lightly; ignoring the irony that while he had Kurt for the entire day, he didn't have the parts of him he wanted. Such as his heart or even his body, and friendship hardly seemed like a consolation anymore.
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The annual duet singing shown down at Feeling had come around for and this time, the audience of club patrons had no idea what they were in store for. The simple competition would be taken to a new level when Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe took the stage.

While Blaine knew both contestants better than anyone in the building, even he couldn't anticipate what might come to pass. From his viewpoint in the crowd a few rows of people back from the stage, dead centre, all he could do was wait. Blaine usually was rather patient but not for something like this so he kept ordering drink after drink to pass the time. Blaine never liked to mix his anxieties with alcohol but it was the only way he could think to deal with the stress.

Blaine wasn't exactly drunk though, just slightly inebriated. The performances so far were quite sexy but Blaine knew first hand none of them had the well-honed sexual tension Kurt and Sebastian could call forth. Because they were having sex, so that wasn't an act and as long as they didn't get down and dirty on stage Blaine hoped he could survive the saucy display. “Calm down Blaine, this is just a song and dance... not a wedding,” Blaine mumbled to himself.

Kent walked back onto the stage when another duet was finished. Blaine quieted his mind and just let his usual carefree demeanour wash over. He was here to watch his friends, to cheer them on, since Kurt wanted him to be there.

“Alright, onto our next set of competitors. One of which we all know around here boys. Give a big round of applause to Sebastian Smythe and Kurt Hummel,” Kent introduced and hurried off the stage.

Blaine's cheering was very genuine and he already felt better by leaps and bounds by this point. Why was he being so crazy? From day one Kurt and Sebastian said there was no feeling between them. Because they didn't want that. So Blaine needed to trust both his friends to some point, or attempt to. Blaine had no idea what the song would be; Kurt hadn't given him a single clue. Insisting it would lesson the overall reveal and Blaine had given up trying to sway him with his charms after a few tries. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know anyway, or any answer to anything concerning those two.

The cheering only escalated when Kurt and Sebastian made their entrance. Kurt took Blaine’s breath away and he let out a shocked gasp. Kurt wasn't wearing his cat suit, thank the lord, but his wardrobe for the number was still stunning. Kurt was decked from head to toe in silver and grey tones: wearing a dark grey form fitting pants, with a silver almost glittering waist coast fitted over a pale grey dress shirt. Kurt had a scarf placed over his throat and his hair was uplifted high with silver streaks in the front.

Kurt managed to use flare and turn it into sexual appeal. It brought his overall look to jaw dropping proportions. Blaine glanced around the room; he wasn't the only one to notice this. Blaine suddenly felt possessive over Kurt. Those were dangerous waters to cross so he turned his focus to someone he wasn't so attached to: Kurt's lucky duet partner. Sebastian's look was less flashy but equally eye pleasing and Blaine had a hunch Kurt had made his outfit. The pair matched like they were an inverted image and Blaine just stood there and wiped his mind clean of any worries. This time thinking wouldn't be his undoing; he wanted to enjoy the show.

The music started and Sebastian stepped forward first and started the lyrics.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like a robot-bot-bot-bot
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like a robot-bot-bot-bot-bot-bot

Whenever Kurt took the lead vocals he was totally in the zone and held the attention of the entire room. It went beyond Kurt knowing how to use sex appeal and provocative dance moves to cause a stir. Somehow he knew when and when not to use his assets, Kurt was on fire but never went so far as to look trashy.

Oh, I'm tired of your show
I want a real man when I look into the mirror
I don't understand how you can't see it clearer, yeah, yeah
I'm sexy, I'm hot, I deserve more
Look at these body curves, why you unsure?
Oh, nothing's good enough for you, yeah, yeah

At the start of the song they kept their distance, but Kurt and Sebastian didn't stay away from each other for long. Their exchange all being about eye cues and body language at first and it was read loud and clear. They're leering at each almost seemed flirtatious, teasing and sultry and yet at the same time, stand offish.

Even after 1, 2, 3 tequila shots
You still leave me high and dry
Thanks a lot
But everywhere I go guys say I'm so hot

Kurt pushed at Sebastian when he finally advanced on him for the first time, breaking away to bring his fingers up to count during 1-2-3. When he continued to sing Kurt moved and gyrated his flexible body and caused the room to erupt into wild cheers. Where had Kurt come up with these dance moves, Blaine wondered as he watched Kurt with awe.

So why-y-y do you
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot?
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot?
So why do you, why do you, why do you
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot-bot-bot?

Now the pair made their exchange physical and started some sort of game, like their desire for each other was a tennis ball and their bodies were the rackets. One second Kurt would come at Sebastian, push up against his body, stroke Sebastian with his hands, only to tear away when he seemed to want more. Sebastian would them look all foreboding and mischievous and keep coming at Kurt until his duet's partners attempts to play keep away lessened.

Oh, I'm tired of your show
It's time to wake up now and see what you're missing
Open up your eyes and pretend that you'll listen, yeah, yeah
I'm sexy, I'm hot, I deserve more
I'm a senior going longer than a sophomore
Oh, I've really had enough of you, yeah, yeah

Sebastian and Kurt had apparently incorporated some tango moves into the number and it worked. Kurt brought his thigh up to hook around Sebastian's waist at one point. Sebastian clamped on; holding him in place as they sang with their faces only inches apart. How Sebastian was stopping himself from kissing Kurt seemed incredible in Blaine's love stricken eyes. Maybe that was a good sign that he was just being crazy with his assumptions.

Even after 1, 2, 3 tequila shots
You still leave me high and dry
Thanks a lot
But everywhere I go guys say I'm so hot

So why-y-y do yo
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot?
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot?
So why do you, why do you, why do you
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot-bot-bot?

But then Blaine's attempts to remain unstressed were quickly worn away with every new word and additional dance move. There was just way too much chemistry up on stage, it couldn't all be an act. Sebastian and Kurt were so in tune with each other, with their bodies and voices, they were like a well-oiled machine. No amount of talent or professionalism they had could account for everything. Chemistry when it was this noticeable couldn't be faked. “Oh my god...” Blaine moaned with horror.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like a robot-bot-bot-bot
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like a robot-bot-bot-bot-bot-bot

Sebastian looked sexually frustrated when Kurt broke away from him and began to strut off on his own and fuck, he looked so good.

Don't, don't, don't kiss me like a
Hold me like a
Please me like a
Love me like a robot-bot-bot-bot

Don't, don't, don't treat me like a
Pat me like a
Crush me like a
Do me like a robot-bot-bot-bot-bot-bot-bot

Kurt's body moved up and down with the flux of notes during his little solo; coming all the way down to the floor and gravitating back up. Building himself up to where a great majority in the room wanted nothing more than to fuck him themselves. Kurt ignored the hungry looks, while deep down inside the idea thrilled him a little. They could look and pant all they wanted but they could never have him, no one could, he was his own person.

When I give you 1, 2, 3 of my shots
You say you're still high and dry
Thanks a lot
But everywhere I go guys say I'm so hot

Blaine watched as Sebastian came forward to sing his solo piece. Kurt in the background watched like a predator eyeing up a juicy peace of meat.

So why-y-y do you, you, you, you, you
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot?
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot?
So why do you, why do you, why do you
Still fuck me like a robot-bot-bot-bot-bot-bot?

As Sebastian and Kurt combined their voices any hold they'd taken off and they spent the remainder of the song being up close and personal. Everyone in the room was cheering them on, screaming and hollering, all but Blaine. During the entire heated number no one in the club could deny the sheer sexual tension between the pair of singers. Blaine swore the temperature in the room was rising as the number went on and he wasn't alone in this assumption.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like a robot-bot-bot-bot
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like a robot-bot-bot-bot

Kurt's own mindset during the number was very different. He didn't really care if the number damaged his credibility. If he seemed a bit skanky that was hardly an insult in this place. The worse outcome was if people were actually buying that his attraction to Sebastian went past the physical. But Kurt didn't care, this was nothing like what he had faced with Travis releasing everything online for his school to find and ridicule him for. Or the false rumours he added with the truth. He knew from the beginning this might start some miss-assumptions, but what he didn't count on was the show was affecting one person the most, Blaine. If Kurt had any idea what Blaine was thinking in his conflicted mind at that moment, he wouldn't have believed it. But he still would of shot it down and convinced Blaine there was never any risk in Kurt falling in love with Sebastian, or wanting more than casual sex. How could Blaine ever think that if Kurt weren’t such a broken individual, he would choose Sebastian over him to date?

But Kurt sadly had no idea of any of this, so he didn't do anything to bring Blaine's problems to an end. Instead he launched them forward, involuntary aiding in Blaine getting to the place he never thought he'd have to face. When the song finished Kurt grinned in triumph as he unhooked his leg from around Sebastian's hips and grinned at him.

“We've won,” he announced.

“You know it, what do you say? One last effort to mess with the crowd and make it seem real?” Sebastian whispered in Kurt's ear.

Kurt knew exactly that Sebastian was getting at and he laughed with a shrug. “Why not,” Kurt replied and he leaned in and kissed Sebastian's lips. This kiss was nothing like their usual rapport, it was slower and more genuine, or else it would have been if it hadn't been anything but an act.

Blaine was wrong and right at the same time and not in the order he was hoping for. Blaine was sure of it now, as he watched Sebastian and Kurt kiss on the stage, not once but for a second time and the realization hit him hard. The kiss looked familiar, Blaine had been on the receiving end of such a kiss. It hurt that Kurt had been so adamant he'd given that honour to Blaine and he assumed to him alone. He watched Sebastian and Kurt take their bows, still holding onto each other even as they walked off the stage and disappeared in the back.

“No...” Blaine tried to tell himself. He needed to go after them and ask if he was delusional, but at the moment, he couldn't face the answer. Blaine had been lying to himself, they all had. Kurt had what he wanted, the person his life needed to move forward and was easier to be with. Perhaps the old Kurt, the one that Kurt fought to keep hidden would have chosen Blaine to love, but Kurt was no longer that person and he wanted to be. Kurt didn't want Blaine. He might have tried to say it without hurting him in process.

But the realization hurt, more than he thought it would. So much that Blaine pushed his way through the crowd and he ran, actually ran through the streets, fighting back tears. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He swore as he ran. Running did little help to vent his anger and heartbreak, instead it rendered him worn out and even more weakened. “Why didn't you choose me, Kurt?” Blaine shouted at the top of his lungs! “WHY WASN'T IT ME!”

“Shut up you drunk asshole!” Some guy yelled out in anger at Blaine's outburst.

Blaine sobbed lightly and he knew this wasn't the place for an emotional breakdown. Somehow he held himself together until he got home and he collapsed onto the floor, crying his heart out. He felt so stupid and childish but he reminded himself he was slightly drunk. Blaine still felt ashamed of how he was reacting; like a complete wuss.

Nick raced into the room in alarm, dressed only in his boxers, his hair a mess and lipstick kisses smeared all over him.

“Blaine! Oh my god Blaine!” Nick shouted in alarm at Blaine's state.

“What! What's going on?” Stephanie yelled from the bedroom and she raced out, half dressed herself.

Nick hovered over Blaine's crouched figure and he gestured helplessly, “I dunno, he's just! Look at him.”

Stephanie snapped into action and pulled Blaine's face up in her hands, she saw the hurt in his red eyes. “Blaine, what happened?” she asked softly.

“Kurt... he and Sebastian, they're... they're together,” Blaine stuttered. It was so hard to say.

“Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry,” Nick said and he grabbed onto his best friend and hugged him and Blaine could only fall into his embrace.

“Blaine's in love with Kurt isn't he?” Stephanie asked with a sigh.

Nick nodded. “Yes...” he admitted.

“I'm surprised you didn't tell her,” Blaine moaned lightly.

“It's private,” Nick scoffed.

Blaine let out an awkward laugh. He didn't even say that he had no solid proof, that he just knew it in his heart. Why else would have Kurt turned him away? It all made sense now. But he wasn't in the mood to be coddled by his friends.

“You can leave me now, go back and continue with the sex,” Blaine said as he let out another awkward laugh.

“What and let you get drunk out of your mind? Oh no, we're staying put,” Nick said firmly.

“I don't want to drink,” Blaine said.

“We're not gonna let you mope either,” Stephanie added.

“Just let us put you to bed, tuck you in and read you a bedtime story,” Nick said soothingly like he was a loving father.

“I'm glad my emotional pain amuses you,” Blaine said weakly.

“If you can still make comebacks then you're going to be okay, Blaine,” Stephanie added sweetly.

Blaine let them guide him to his bedroom and didn't protest as he let his friends tuck him under the covers, though he felt very embarrassed. He didn't want to talk about it. He just wanted to forget everything. It hurt too much and he couldn't cope. So he finally assured them both that he was well enough to be left alone.

Blaine took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled slowly. He needed to calm down, so he could think straight enough. This was not the time to make any hasty mistakes, as he had no real proof.

This time getting drunk and going off in search of the root of the problem wasn't going to happen either. He needed to stick to the facts alone: yes Sebastian and Kurt were different around each other. Despite the signs and what he personally thought those changes entailed, Blaine really had no clue to what was going on with Sebastian and Kurt. That would only change if he did something about it instead of just hysterically crying.

Blaine knew his next plan. He had to ask Kurt right out if he and Sebastian were together. And if they were, then he'd do it. He'd do the very thing he hoped he'd never have to do. Blaine would have to say goodbye to Kurt Hummel. He'd give up on his first love.