Author's Notes: Chapter 18

For all his resisting coming back to his boring home town, there Kurt was, driving down a familiar road that lead to a certain house. Kurt now realized how he'd over anticipated his ability to go through with charade and what that would ultimately entail. But it too late now, Kurt and Sebastian were minuets away from reaching their destination. Which meant the closer they got, the faster Kurt's confidence was leaving him, changing to doubt and shifting straight to fear.

“I dunno if I can go through with this,” Kurt muttered out-loud.

“Go then, just fucking leave,” Sebastian suddenly told him angrily.

In his surprise, Kurt put on the brakes, bringing the rental car to a screeching halt. Luckily there were no other vehicles on the road to notice (or smash into) but Kurt was too preoccupied to notice much. He barely managed to pull the car over to the side of the road. Once parked, Kurt whirled around to glare at Sebastian in the back seat, lying there resting. “Excuse me?”

“You want to, don't try to shrug it off. What, did you suddenly decide you want Blaine after all?” Sebastian taunted.

“I do not like where you're fucking going with this, Sebastian....” Kurt warned.

“Of course you don't, when do you ever like anything that concerns Blaine and what you really feel about him? I am fucking tired of having to always be the one to corner you with accusations and taunts to get you to admit to anything! I'm through with this shit! If you wanna turn tail and run then that's it Kurt, you're on your own!” Sebastian shouted as he got out of the car and started walking down the street in the opposite direction of traffic.

Kurt was left dumbstruck in his wake, the impossible had just happened; Sebastian had quit his mind games, gotten angry and given up. At first Kurt just sat in the front seat, mouth gaping, as he tried to think what to do next. Wasn't this the escape he'd wanted? Kurt could just drive on and leave his friend and his forcefully made choice behind. But that wouldn't make anything easy, because there was the fact his parents were waiting for him and his boyfriend to show up. As Kurt continued to watch Sebastian storm off he started to panic, suddenly refusing to sit back do nothing this time. He had let Blaine go and while the differences between Blaine and Sebastian were like night and day. Kurt bolted out of the car, straight after his escaping passenger and once Sebastian saw Kurt was catching up on his head start he picked up the pace.

The boys charged forward like they were in some epic race that would lead to fame and fortune, until Kurt threw professionalism out the window. Working himself up so much that he tackled Sebastian around the knees in a desperate dive. Causing them both to crash on the ground, and luckily a well-watered yard, with a thud. Despite the softer landing it still hurt like a bitch.

“Stop!” Kurt shouted forcefully, albeit a little too late.

Sebastian let out a painful groan; who knew Kurt could be such a line backer. “I think you stopped me already!”

When Sebastian tried to get up rough hands pushed him back down and the pair broke into an amateur-wrestling match right then and there. Kurt came out the winner, pinning Sebastian to the ground and coming to straddle him with all his might to keep his roommate in place.

“Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to think you're so much better than me? Why do you have the nerve to judge what choices I make? I never told you to do any of this and I certainly never gave you my consent! No, you just did it all on your own! Are you supposed to be my saviour or something? You're not my hero, if anything it's more like you're my torturer! I never asked you to do any of this. I never fucking wanted anything like this to happen!” Kurt shouted out with bitter resentment.

“Trying to get the cops called on us?” Sebastian asked.

Kurt was brought back to reality and finally noticed what a compromising position they were in, out in the open and for all to see. His eyes darted around and by some miracle there was no one in the greater area to observe the scene. But Kurt thought he saw the drapes of a few front windows pry open because of the commotion they'd caused. Kurt swore under his breath and he promptly rolled off of Sebastian, but he wasn't about to let him go. Sebastian was hauled back towards the rental car, by Kurt but Sebastian made no efforts to fight him. Kurt shoved them both into the back seat, locked the doors and glared at Sebastian, still breathing heavily.

“Wow, talk about going for over-kill, this is like the start to some cheap budget gay porno,” Sebastian taunted.

Kurt ignored the comment, clenching his jaw tightly shut as he started to bring his rage back down to a more controllable (and silent) level. This time he was the one to get in his roommate’s personal space until their faces were only inches apart. “Oh no, there will easy resolve resulting in sex this time Sebastian. You were the one to fucking bring this on and now you're gonna deal with it like a grown man! I have no obligations to tell you jack shit about my life so don't try to throw that in my face either. If you'd just kept to thinking about yourself then we could have avoided this whole fucking mess. But you had to butt in and turn my gesture of kindness into something twisted. There goes any hope of sentiment, I bet you're proud of how inhuman you've become but you're a nothing but a joke!” Kurt shouted.

If Kurt wanted outrage then Sebastian would give his friend just that and then some. “Like you can talk! I never asked you to fuck your way into my life. I was fine on my own. I don't want to depend on anyone, ever!” Sebastian threw back.

“Well sorry for trying to learn to live with you!” Kurt hissed.

“You should have just kept with what was working, using each other only for sex!”

“Hah, like that was actually working,” Kurt mocked.

The complexity of their relationship and what it had turned into couldn't be so easily defined anymore. But no matter what they were to each other, they had reached their own breaking point, one totally different to Kurt's and Blaine's. It was sink or swim, fight or flight, to continue onward or stop dead in their tracks and give up without any hope of resolve.

“Well then... what the fuck are we gonna do?” Kurt demanded.

“How the hell should I know?” Sebastian snapped back.

“This is getting us nowhere!”

“No shit.”

Before the chain of banter could go any further, Kurt suddenly froze when the sound of his cellphone ringing could be heard. “Of course... it's my dad,” Kurt groaned.

“Gonna answer?” Sebastian questioned.

Kurt looked over at Sebastian, if he didn't pick up the call his dad might get worried so that made up his mind. It didn't solve the big issue they were currently dealing with, but the call brought a welcome distraction to recollect their thoughts.

“Oh hey Dad, what's up?” Kurt asked as he forced his voice to calm down.

“You okay, Kurt?” Burt asked, it was clear that wasn't what he had intended to say.

Kurt sighed, so he hadn't succeeded in pushing aside his pent up emotion for his dad not to pick up in it then. “Yes, I'm fine, just tired... sorry. What did you want to say originally?” Kurt assured him.

“I was just wondering what was keeping you. 'Cause you're an hour late but if it’s because you're worn out... please spare me the details. No matter how long this has been coming,” Burt began to mutter.

“He thinks we're late because we've had tons of sex,” Sebastian whispered.

“Apparently,” Kurt whispered back.

“What was that?” Burt asked.

“Nothing, sorry. I didn't realize we were so behind. Also don't get too worked up, you're wrong with your assumption. I've just been giving Sebastian a bit of a commentary tour along the way. But we're almost there, everything’s fine,” Kurt said assertively to his father.

“Okay good, because Carole can't wait any longer and at this rate I'm gonna suffer real quick here,” Burt explained.

“See you soon Dad, bye,” Kurt said. Kurt hung up and just sighed as he slumped down on the seat not bothering to look Sebastian's way at first. Why had he said that? When he honestly didn't know if they'd be showing up at all now.

“Are things fine, Kurt?” Sebastian suddenly asked weakly.

“No, but then, when has that been a problem before,” Kurt cut in.

“Should we really just put this aside...” Sebastian warned.

Kurt finally turned to look at Sebastian and looked right into his eyes, “Do you feel angry anymore?” Kurt asked him honestly.

“No,” Sebastian admitted.

“Then I think that's our answer, it took the biggest outbreak we've had so far for me to be sure. So I'm still going through with this...” Kurt began.

“What's changed to make you so willing now?” Sebastian prompted.

“Because I do love Blaine,” Kurt confessed, like it was no big deal.

Sebastian blinked at Kurt in shocked amazement; he'd actually admitting it, out-loud. 'Holy shit,' he thought.

There had been no huge moment when Kurt all of a sudden just knew in an instant what he truly felt for Blaine. In reality he had known for a while, so far back he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment. Kurt had reached a point where clinging to denial had backfired too much on him, so finally, he let the truth out.

“But the thing is; I shouldn't love him and I can't let him love me. He deserves so much better, I'm not the person Blaine thinks I am,” Kurt began, struggling to make sense. His attempts weren't working so Kurt had no alternative but to reveal a bit of his past to give a legitimate reason. “The first time I started to let my wall downs, which were a lot smaller then, was also the last. At the time I thought I was falling in love but it wasn’t real... so it quickly fell apart,” Kurt started, not willing to say exactly how or why. “The guy, who I refuse to name, ruined the part of me who believed in love, the one who might have been able to be in an actual romantic relationship. Love was no longer an option and I really thought it was dead to me. You were right Sebastian; I caught feelings. Despite my efforts I fell in love with Blaine. But it doesn't mean anything; I'm too broken. So I had to push Blaine away to save him pain and grief; because I don't want him to hate me. When it comes to my life; pretending to be your boyfriend is the closest I'm ever going to get to being in a relationship. I'm glad it’s all fake though when it comes to us, because I couldn't handle it if it were genuine,” Kurt finished, nearly choking on bitter emotion.
The confession was hardly moving, at least for Sebastian who thought Kurt's twisting up his words to make him seem like a victim very pathetic. Nor was he touched from how his roommate was willingly telling him personal details about his past. Sebastian wasn't buying the whole emotionless robot act either. Kurt had too much compassion in him for that illusion to stick. Never one to become sincere, Sebastian's only attempt to be civil was to not make any snide remarks. “Can you live through the act then?”

“Yes, because I'm that strong...” Kurt replied, nearly choking on the word because he felt anything but. “... And Blaine's happiness means that much to me,” Kurt answered without a moments hesitation.

“Man, you're fucked up,” Sebastian declared, proving he knew how to break tension.

“About time you noticed,” Kurt replied with a mocking laugh.

“Takes one to know one right?” Sebastian joked, though he was being serious.

“Ready to see how we fair in this acting gig?” Kurt asked.

“Ready, willing and able,” Sebastian assured.

For some weird reason, even now, Sebastian could tell when Kurt was lying to himself. The snarky young man wasn't so broken as he wanted to believe, he was just too trapped in painful dark memories that he could no longer tell the difference. Kurt could say all the pretty things he wanted to tell countless tragic stories and none of it meant shit to him. Kurt was kidding himself (again) that he could forget about Blaine and act like he was doing the nearly heartbroken guy a favour. Which meant the romantic in Kurt that this Travis had tried so ruthlessly to break was way stronger than anything Kurt had changed into.
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“Be nice,” Kurt muttered as he and Sebastian walked towards the front door.

“I have every intention to,” Sebastian whispered back with amusement as they inched closer.

“No tricks,” Kurt hissed through clenched teeth, trying to hide his anxiety.

“Never crossed my mind.”

“Do not bring up our sex life, fact or fiction.”

“Fine, we can be boring.”

“Don't try to pull one on my dad, he'll see right through you if you try too hard. Act natural, well no, act the opposite like you usually are.”

“I'll do better than that, I'm gonna act like Blaine,” Sebastian informed.

“Oh fuck, don't do that!” Kurt said with horror.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “I'm not going to be his carbon copy, Blaine's just the template I'll use to come up with my own version. Now relax before you blow this with the constipated look on your face right now,” Sebastian taunted as they stopped half way through the driveway.

“I'll be fine,” Kurt snapped.

“Then prove it, look, here's your chance,” Sebastian said as he nodded to the front door, which opened to reveal Carole and Burt Hummel stepping into view.

With no time left to react (or stall), Kurt actually rushed at his parents, who were racing towards him to launch their own attack. Carole swept Kurt up in a big hug and Kurt sunk into her warm embrace willingly, letting it soothe his frazzled nerves. There was nothing better to counter Kurt's normally fucked up life than to be reunited with the two people he loved and respected more than anyone else in the world. “Mom, Dad, it's good to see you,” Kurt told them softly.

“I had started to worry I'd forgotten what you looked like, Kurt. Somehow you've gotten even more handsome!” Carole laughed happily as she reluctantly let him go.

Burt came next and there was no chance for a simple cuff on the shoulder, or a hand shake, not for them and father and son shared a fierce bear hug. For the longest time Kurt hadn't let himself acknowledge how much he'd missed his family and now here he was fighting back tears. Not all the memories Kurt had of his hometown were bad and many of the truly good ones included his parents.

“It's been way too long since we've seen each other Kurt,” Burt told Kurt, smiling away. Only after they'd hugged for a while did he turn his attention to the other young man patiently awaiting his introduction. “So this is the boyfriend you never bothered to tell us about then?” Burt questioned.

Sebastian (starting right away with his Blaine Anderson persona) stepped forward to address Burt before Kurt could introduce them. They shook hands, eyeing one another, but thanks to Sebastian's flawless acting ability the atmosphere wasn't the least bit tense.

“That would be me, yes, I'm Sebastian's Smythe. It should come to no surprise that Kurt didn't tell me anything about you either,” he declared, chuckling with (fake) affection.

Both men broke out into muffled laughter, causing Kurt to roll his eyes at the display.

“That's not surprising, knowing Kurt,” Burt admitted.

Before Kurt could make any response, Sebastian turned his attention to Carole and went so far as to kiss her hand. “It's nice to meet you as well Carole. Sorry, I lived in France for the better part of my teenage years, picked up some of their habits,” Sebastian said.

Carole wasn't the type of women who could be won over by just a handsome face but since Sebastian was dating her stepson she had no reason to challenge his sincerity. “Oh no it's fine, in fact I find your charm very refreshing. I'm glad Kurt finally has some luck when it comes to men,” she said, winking at Kurt playfully.

“Oh yes, I'm very lucky,” Kurt replied with a large grin. 'I fucking hate you, Sebastian,' Kurt thought to himself. A quick glance to this fake pseudo boyfriend revealed how he'd gotten the silent message and winked back at Kurt with a loving smile.

'Too late,' Sebastian eyes said back in response.

Their silent communication was broken up as Mr. And Mrs. Hummel ushered the pretend couple inside and Kurt just gave up and properly threw himself into the roll. If anything he was enjoying being around his parents and not having to talk about any real details about his actual his love life, or lack there of. Kurt of course still had a strong underlining aversion to his 'oh so not little white lie' he'd consented to, but (like Sebastian had just silently pointed out) it was too late to back out now. Kurt could only go forward, which was the same answer he had the last time he had set foot in Lima.

“So what do you think of Ohio so far Sebastian? It must be very different from France,” Carole asked as they came to sit in the living room.

“Oh well, it's what I expected. Kurt's gone at lengths telling how there would be little of interest here. But that's not true, I've met two extremely interesting people already,” Sebastian said as he laid on the charm.

“Sebastian, sweetie...” Kurt began as he made sure to keep his annoyance in check. “Ease up on the overzealous charm or you'll make Dad worried,” he warned.

“Naw, by all means keep flirting with my wife if you want. She can take care of herself and I know Kurt will deal with Sebastian better than me if he crosses a line,” Burt assured.

“Dad...” Kurt groaned.

“I'm only flirting because we all know nothing will come of it, since we're both spoken for. But being gay doesn't mean I can't recognize true female beauty when I see it, ” Sebastian pointed out.

“How as the trip here?” Burt asked, changing the subject.

“Pretty good, the flight was quick so there's nothing to vent about for the most part,” Kurt replied with a shrug.

“Good. Anyway, since it's kind of late, well for us since I ain’t getting any younger here. Tonight’s plans are pretty low key; thought we'd all go out to dinner. Which will give Carole and me the chance to get to know Sebastian better, plus catch up on what you've been up to since we last talked, Kurt,” Burt explained.

Kurt nodded, he could really use a quiet evening that didn't include going to a club or any more diabolical mind games. “Sounds good to me, just let me go change into something more suitable,” he said.

“Ah my boyfriend, ever the fashion student,” Sebastian said affectionately.

He was also a skilled performer and Kurt was every bit the equal to Sebastian when it came to his acting ability. “You're changing too Sebastian, come on... let's get our luggage to....” Kurt paused to look at his dad, “my bedroom I take it?” he questioned.

Burt rolled his eyes, “What, are you gonna act like you're a sixteen-years-old again or something, Kurt? Of course he can stay with you in your own room,” he scoffed.

Their living arrangements now confirmed, Kurt led Sebastian upstairs and to his bedroom, closing the door behind them. As soon as Sebastian was inside he started to snoop around and silently start to assess the room, looking for any windows into the parts of Kurt's past that were still unknown. There wasn't much to go with so Kurt wasn't alarmed, not that he had anything to hide. Since moving off for college his room back home had been striped down to bare necessity anyway. Gone were the photos, posters and various nick-knacks he'd collected in his teenage years. Leaving it to look like what it technically was; a guest room, since aside from his family, Kurt no longer felt any real connection to Lima.

“Sorry, the room’s pretty boring, just like the rest of this cow town is,” Kurt declared.

Sebastian was already bored, finding nothing to antagonize Kurt with, so he gave an indifferent shrug in response. “Don't care, I'm not really trying to dig up any dirt on you Kurt. All of my focus and energy is occupied with the act I'm already putting on. I tell yeah, I dunno how Blaine does it... acting so nice all the time, it's exhausting,” he said as he suddenly started to strip off his clothes without warning.

Kurt usually knew what this lead to and he was having none of that. “I said no sex, Sebastian,” he hissed.

Boy did Sebastian ever want to make Kurt eat those words, among other things but there sadly wasn't enough time. “Shh, your dad might hear you... try not to blow our cover on the first day. You said you wanted us to change, remember,” Sebastian pointed out smugly.

Here marked the first of the many groans Kurt assumed would utter over the next week and he wasn't going to last at this rate. Resisting the use of profanity had never worked before, as it was the first act of rebellion Kurt initiated back when he'd took on his jaded persona. Whenever Sebastian was concerned it was impossible for Kurt not to curse at every offensive thing he said, but Kurt had no choice but to refrain for now. Really the biggest difficulty wasn't keeping his language clean but his having to emulate real feelings of love for Sebastian and their new friendship status still didn't give Kurt much to go on.

“I have to hand it to you, you managed to act like a perfect gentleman... or as close as you can come.”

“Which is pretty darn close by my judgment,” Sebastian interrupted.

“Yeah well, don't get too cocky, it could still all go to hell in an instant. Because if my folks knew what you were actually like...” Kurt said, shuddering as he thought of the endless possibilities, each one more horrific than the next. So he didn't bother to voice any and set to picking out the perfect dinner outfit to wear. Kurt wanted to look drop dead gorgeous when he set foot out onto the streets of Lima, showing how much better off he was since he'd left nearly three years ago.

Sebastian also liked to look his best in every situation; even when for the first time the chance of finding someone decent enough to fuck wasn't possible. Sometimes (but not very often) teasing and torturing guys without laying a single finger on them could be just as satisfying and in this instance, it would have to do. Considering how much effort Kurt was putting in his own physical attributes, they'd be the hottest fake couple the likes of Lima, Ohio had ever seen. To reach his own level of hottness Sebastian opened up his suitcase and pulled out the best shirt he'd brought along. Only for Kurt to rush over and slap his hand away and yank his choice out away without any warning.

“No,” Kurt said.

“Who do you think you are, the king of fashion, fuck off Kurt,” Sebastian barked, enjoying breaking character for a second of freedom.

Kurt's snarky side was out to play and not about to let Sebastian get the upper hand. “If we really were a loving couple, you'd let me pick out your clothes so we'd coordinate,” Kurt chimed matter-of-factly.

“Oh god...” Sebastian said dramatically.

“Don't you start, here, wear this, now that's not so bad is it,” Kurt grumbled as he held a shirt under Sebastian's nose.

Damn Kurt and his keen fashion sense, the guy knew how to dress and Sebastian knew when he was out matched. Besides, giving in now and then was in Sebastian's best interest, as it kept Kurt agreeable. He was right anyway, letting Kurt dress him was the exact sort of thing Blaine would put up with (with puppy-like excitement even). “So we're sticking to the story we came up with in the car before the explosion?” Sebastian reconfirmed.

Kurt nodded as he put the finishing touches on his hair, “Yes, its best if we add any truth we can to keep it believable,” Kurt said. “We met at Feeling, you approached me and we... talked, leaving out the 'us hooking up and you taking my virginity part' of course. Though my parents might figure that on their own but not from me telling them. After that first encounter, we met up now and then and became friends, so when I needed a place to crash you opened your home up to me. Which started a chain reaction that ultimately lead to us falling in love and finally admitting it to one another,” Kurt said as he retold the story to refresh their memories. It was hard for Kurt to go through the whole thing because it wasn't completely off base from the real story (minus the love part).

“A heartwarming story if I ever heard one; think your mom will cry?” Sebastian asked sarcastically.

“She might. Oh, and just so you know, Carole's my stepmom, my real mother died when I was a kid,” Kurt added.

“Noted, anything else I should know?” Sebastian replied.

“Don't try to mess with my dad,” Kurt repeated.

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What had started out as a quite afternoon at the Anderson house didn't last for long, not when both of the Anderson boys were home for a visit. Blaine had been minding his own business, playing the piano in the den when the song he had been playing was drowned out by loud blaring music. As it got louder Blaine stopped playing the piano altogether as he tried to make out what the song was. The instant he recognized it Blaine rolled his eyes and let out a loud groan.

“Really Cooper? 'Gay Bar' by Electric Six?” Blaine called out, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Sure enough, the culprit made his big entrance, holding out his phone as he danced into the room rocking out the number with all his might. Cooper ignored his brother’s demanding question and started to head bang and sing along with the chorus.

Horrified to no end, Blaine threw his hands up in the air in surrender. “Oh my god, just fucking stop!” he yelled, feeling mortified with second hand embarrassment.

But Cooper still didn't bother to take pity on Blaine and he kept on jamming away to the music. Luckily for the forced audience, the song was short. Once over Cooper slipped his phone into his back pocket and started to pat Blaine affectionately on his shoulder. “You never use to swear so much, I think this Kurt has become a bad influence,” Cooper said.

“Don't bring him up to change the subject. What's with the agonizing song?” Blaine demanded.

Cooper shook his head at the childish scowl now on Blaine's normally carefree face. “Blainey, Blainey, Blainey...” he began with a light chuckle. “If you'd bothered to listen to the lyrics you would have caught on by now,” he sassed.

Only Blaine wasn't in a very patient mood; he crossed his arms tightly over his chest and waited for Cooper to make his point so he could reject whatever hair brained scheme he'd come up with.

Cooper clapped his hands together excitedly, “You better be ready to dress to impress tonight little brother! Because I'm taking you out to a gay bar!” he announced, pointing right at Blaine.

Blaine's delayed response eventually came and was anything but calm, “Oh, no you're not!” he shouted back.

“Have you forgotten the deal we made?”

“What deal?”

“Back when you came out of the closet, the first thing I asked was if I could take you to your first gay bar when you turned twenty-one. You not only agreed to it but also said you couldn't wait for that day to come. Obviously things happened so that wasn't possible but... there's no time like the present,” Cooper explained.

Oh right; Blaine had forgotten about that deal and his first trip into a gay bar had happened on his own when he was nineteen and had recently moved to SFS. “Is there any point for me to try to fight this?” Blaine asked weakly.

“Blaine, you already know the answer to that burning question. So give in to your fate, go shower, pick out your snappiest outfit and we'll go get you good and laid!” Cooper cheered.

“Coop, the last thing I need right now is to go have casual sex!” Blaine growled.

“I doubt you'll get the chance, one look at me and you'll be ignored. Which will divert all the horn dogs from you and who knows, you could find the man of your dreams,” Cooper said.

'I already did,' Blaine thought, but he just sighed. “I don't want my next boyfriend to be someone I met in a bar...” Blaine whined.

Cooper sighed; his brother had it bad. “Blaine, can you hear yourself? You said 'your next boyfriend' when you and Kurt weren't in a relationship. I know you love him and I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you... but it sounds like this Kurt isn't worthy of your love. If he wasn't brave enough to take what you had to offer then that's his loss. He fell for someone else Blaine, he's happy and you need to move on. Heartbreak hurts like a bitch I know, I've been dumped too, but it does get better... all you need to do is be your normal charismatic self and wait for the right guy to come along,” he coaxed.

“You say it like that's so easy, when it's not, I can't just turn off these feelings that I have. I'm not talking about having a simple crush on Kurt. I truly and wholeheartedly love him Cooper, it's going to take time for me to recover,” Blaine explained.

“Well until you're ready to wade back into the dating pool, there's no harm in doing a little fishing. It's not like you gotta hold off on sex while you wait for your next love either. I'm not saying you should throw yourself into a sea of gay sharks... but you should loosen up a bit. Go look for a little nibble that could turn into a bite?” Cooper said playfully.

Despite Cooper's horrible use of a fishing metaphor, it did the trick and Blaine laughed lightly at his attempts of humour. “I guess there's no harm in trying,” he admitted.

“That-ah boy! Beside, this is Dover, not San Francisco, so who knows if any attractive sharks you'd want to take a bite out of you will appear,” Cooper teased.

“Shut up or I won't go!” Blaine grumbled as he stormed off to his bedroom to go get changed.

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“I can't believe we're going to bed this early,” Sebastian grumbled as they walked back into Kurt's room after dinner was over.

The best solution for passing off the illusion that Kurt found Sebastian's quirks cute was to ignore most of the things he said. So he kept his mouth shut as Sebastian fell onto the bed like he was a child who'd been sent to bed without dessert. Still ignoring his silent tantrum, Kurt strolled past Sebastian to sit at his vanity to start his night-time skin routine.

“Sorry but Kurt Hummel would never let his boyfriend go out looking for a late night lay,” he sassed.

“Well then Kurt Hummel better put out then if he wants to keep his boyfriend named Sebastian happy,” Sebastian countered seductively.

All it took was one quick glance at Sebastian in the mirror's reflection to see his fake paramour was in a randy mood. At first Kurt resisted him easily and went on applying the first layer of skin cream on his cheeks, humming to himself happily. Though the whole situation was anything but joyful, deep down Kurt was fighting an inner struggle. He found no reward in fooling his parents with their flawless act but it did feel good to dish some of his annoyance back at Sebastian by withholding sex. Since Sebastian couldn't go out and find it himself because that would shatter his charming boyfriend image.

“Need I remind you I said sex was off the table,” Kurt said.

“There's no table in here,” Sebastian pointed out.

“Fuck, you're gonna give me so many premature wrinkles at this rate,” Kurt hissed through clench teeth.

“Come on, I bet you've always secretly wanted to fuck a hot guy in your childhood bedroom,” Sebastian began to say smoothly. “I bet you had tons of wet dreams about it happening; someone fucking you into this very mattress, worrying your muffled screams will get you caught. But then that just makes it hotter, more frantic and thrilling,” Sebastian described as he got more graphic with every new whispered word.

“Not happening,” Kurt shot him down as he put on the finishing cream.

“Don't you want to get with your sexy boyfriend, Kurt?” Sebastian said as he began to pout.

Kurt rolled his eyes, “First off you're not my boyfriend. This is all a lie brought on by you and secondly; this isn't my childhood room. We moved to this house when I was in my junior year of high school, you idiot. Lastly; the one thing I never dreamed about was my dad overhearing me during sex,” Kurt began to list off.

“It's not like he has his ear to the door, he's down the hall. Just keep quiet and he's never gonna know one way or the other,” Sebastian commented.

“There's one way he'll never know,” Kurt interjected.

“Come to bed...” Sebastian beckoned like a desperate lover.

“You're freaking me out,” Kurt muttered in alarm.

“Fine, come over here so we can fuck,” Sebastian said instead.

This was the type of banter Kurt was used to having with Sebastian, not the sickeningly sweet stuff they'd had to put on over dinner. As much as Kurt was enjoying denying Sebastian sex he could admit actually having would feel even better.

“Fine, we can do it but not a peep out of you then. For this to happen we need to keep quiet and choose our sexual positions wisely. Because it will be fucking pointless if a creaking bed blows our cover,” Kurt said.

“I'm not into having slow tender sex with you right now,” Sebastian admitted.

Kurt rolled his eyes at the warning, “Neither am I... I'm not saying we need to resort to slow tender anything. We just need to... hold back a bit and if all else fails we can just have sex against the wall or something,” he muttered.

“I'm a big fan of wall sex but I doubt we'll need to go there. Because I'd prefer not to throw my back out...” Sebastian said with a smirk.

“Hey, I was the one who pulled a leg cramp the last time, not you,” Kurt scoffed.

“Which you still won't shut up about it.”

It didn't escape the pair how their bickering was almost couple like in nature and that was the signal to stop talking and get to fucking. Kurt moved within Sebastian's reach and was pulled down on the bed to lie on top of him. Sebastian instantly started to explore Kurt's body with his skilled hands and Kurt was quick to do the same. The need to swiftly disrobe was urgently dealt with and their clothes were flung off the bed. Kissing kept their mouths occupied and held back their usual snide remarks and insults during sex. They kept quiet until it was very obvious the boys were equally hard and ready to move onto the next part.

“I trust you brought along the necessary supplies?” Kurt whispered in Sebastian's ear, returning his attention to Sebastian's chest as he began to suck on one of his nipples. Kurt's right hand trailed down the front of Sebastian's body, straight to their touching cocks and he started to rub them both. Sebastian let out a soft moan of pleasure and rocked his hips forward.

“A gag maybe?” Kurt added with a playful chuckle.

“Darn, I knew I forgot to pack something,” Sebastian sassed back.

While Kurt laughed in response, Sebastian used the interruption the unscheduled humour brought to get the said supplies. Slapping Kurt lightly on the ass as he learned over on the edge of bed to fish for one particular compartment in his personal hygiene travel bag. Once located Sebastian brought out his roll of condoms and tube of lube, tossing both onto the bed. “Catch.”

Kurt caught the lube bottle and kissed Sebastian hard on the mouth as his roommate pushed him down on the bed with a near tackle. Yet again sex between them was stretching into the unusual only this time it was humorous in nature. They powered through the snickering and Kurt, in a sudden aggressive move, turned the tables and flipped Sebastian over so he was now the one underneath.

“Why do you think when I had any wet dreams I was the bottom?” he growled, slipping into the dominant role (or that was his plan).

Sebastian was a top who sometimes bottomed to keep things interesting but no matter what role (or position) he took on, Sebastian rarely took the passive route. But through sex with Kurt he'd come to learn there was nothing wrong about two alpha males going at it on equal ground. Once Kurt’s inexperience with sex overall was dealt with, the two quickly realized when it came to control in their hook-ups, no one got the upper hand for long. Sometimes they chose to loosen up a bit and let one of them call the shots, but not always. Right now neither man wanted to give way and unlike most times, instead of fighting they embraced it.

“Go ahead and fuck me then, I'm not afraid to switch it up,” he offered.

Kurt already had a condom out and rolled it onto his cock. “I'm getting there,” he hissed.

Sebastian took the lube and slicked Kurt's length up nice and good, which left only one thing to decide. “So what's the quietest position that comes to mind?” Sebastian asked.

“I was just wondering the same thing... uh...” Kurt muttered.

“Better think quick or I'm taking over and doing the fucking,” Sebastian threatened.

“And what, waste a perfectly good condom, fuck no! Hold on, I got it now,” Kurt replied as he grabbed onto Sebastian's legs and guided them upward. Moving his arms to lock into the back of Sebastian's knees as he bent them as far back as far as they could go. Kurt guided his cock to push inside of Sebastian and once he was in all the way, pressed his whole body down. The weight leading Sebastian to raise his thighs until they were touching his chest and he grabbed onto his legs to keep them in place.

It was a good position to choose, it allowed deep penetration that both men enjoyed and restricted movement so it wouldn't cause the bed to creak (if they controlled themselves enough). It was basically a variation of the whole 'fucking into the mattress' deal and it was working for them both.

“For once you made the right choice,” Sebastian taunted, ever himself no matter who was fucking whom.

While typical Sebastian smugness, that bordering rude comment was still a compliment and so Kurt didn't bother to make a remark. He was too busy anyway and very much wanted to get on with it and come. So Kurt planted his hands firmly on either side of Sebastian and thrust his hips forward, hard. They still couldn't go at their usual pace but there was no risk for tender-like sentiment to seep through at the slower speed. Kurt bit his lip to keep himself from crying out with pleasure as he rammed his cock in and out of Sebastian. It wasn't easy but Kurt and Sebastian managed to keep quiet and without the aid of any physical gags. Even without audible conformation, it was easy to tell how much the duo was enjoying the act. By this point they knew how to read each other’s bodies, even from the slightest movement or body-cue.

Things between the mock-lovers were going to a slightly weird place again and like before, it was unintentionally done. Just when Sebastian thought there was nothing left for him and Kurt to experience during sex, he was proven wrong. Without hearing the usual grunts, swearwords, moans or screams to convey how good the sex was or wasn't working, it made them more responsive to the physical reactions triggered by each other.

Kurt's chest heaved from the effort to keep quiet and that somehow made it harder to breathe. Still, he was too far-gone to stop and take things down a peg or two, he was so close and Kurt wanted to finish that badly. The only reason he could even have sex with Sebastian when he'd finally admitted he loved Blaine was because it distracted him from potential heartache and guilt.

“Nearly there, shit, keep at it Hummel,” Sebastian grunted, keeping his voice down.

That was Kurt's cue to stop the potential risk of his inner thoughts getting in the way, he grabbed onto Sebastian's legs and arched his back up. With one last fevered thrust Kurt sent himself, and Sebastian, over the edge and brought forth blessed release.

“Fuck it,” he wheezed.

Their raspy breathing was the only sound that filled the room as Kurt gulped and gasped, all the while trying to keep it down. He eased himself out of Sebastian and collapsed face down on the bed, worn out. When would it ever get to the point where they'd cover all the bases with sex? Did he really want to reach that point with Sebastian? Wasn't sex just supposed to be sex for them? No answers came to mind, or none Kurt wanted to acknowledge.

“Okay we kept quiet, now it's time for me to fuck you senseless,” Sebastian growled in soft tones as he grabbed onto Kurt's ass hard.

“Shit! Okay, fine, just... don't go overboard, 'cause we're doing good so far,” Kurt hissed.

Sebastian didn't bother to move Kurt, who was sprawled out flat on his stomach. He was already in a perfect position to bottom. Easing himself to sit down on the back of Kurt's thighs, Sebastian rummaged along the bed to get another condom and the lube. But instead of penetrating Kurt with his cock, Sebastian slicked up two of his digits inside and started to finger him without any warning.

“Fuck!” Kurt swore, far louder than he'd meant to.

They both paused to listen and when there were no signs of life from down the hall, Kurt was the only one who let out a long sigh of relief.

“You're a diva even in bed,” Sebastian remarked.

Kurt rolled his eyes, “Shut up.”

Sebastian only relented because he was too horny to torment Kurt this time and they quickly got back on with the main event. Sebastian arched his back upwards and then bent himself slightly as he spread Kurt's legs out to each side so he could settle between them. Already armed with a condom, Sebastian pressed his cock into Kurt's entrance and thanks to the lube, slipped deep inside with ease. Bending his knees to achieve the proper height, Sebastian rocked his hips back and forth and set a good rhythm. Every time he re-entered Kurt Sebastian added a bit more force with the forward thrust.

The only way Kurt could keep himself quiet was to bite down on his arm, until Sebastian's legs went out from under him and added weight broke Kurt's concentration. “Fucking hell, Sebastian,” Kurt nearly sobbed with pleasure.

“Feeling good?” Sebastian asked, albeit sarcastically.

“Obviously, I just hope my parents are sound sleepers,” Kurt scoffed.

“We're not being loud, Kurt.”

“For our standards, but that's not saying much....”

“Want me to stop then?” Sebastian offered.

“Fuck no! Keep pounding me into this bed,” Kurt hissed.

Sebastian always enjoyed fucking guys into the mattress so the request was quickly granted and he put a bit more effort into his thrusts. Neither bothered to change up the position since they didn't have their normal freedom like when they were in their own apartment, which aside from the downstairs neighbours there was no risk of being overheard. Soon Sebastian felt the familiar build of pressure forming in his body and he tensed up with sharp intensity right at the climax. When Kurt's tight muscles clamped around his cock he clamped his mouth down on Kurt's shoulder to stop himself from screaming.

Sated again Sebastian moved his head up enough so he could speak, “You better have come already,” he grumbled.

“Yep,” Kurt wheezed in confirmation.

Good, but the night was far from over as far as Sebastian was concerned. “Up for more?” Sebastian whispered in Kurt's ear.

Danger had never really come into play during Kurt and Sebastian sexual encounters and they now felt like they were teenagers again, who still lived at home. They were playing with fire; testing to see how close they could come without getting burned. Whatever the case, it was hot as well, putting all metaphors aside and neither wanted to stop.

“Why not,” Kurt said casually in reply.
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The second Blaine and Cooper stepped foot into Dover's only gay bar (which was very pathetic by SFS standards) the wolves didn't waste any time in advancing on the older of the two. Blaine wasn't totally ignored, only unlike Cooper, he didn't encourage the attention. For once he was happy his brother was there to pull focus. Most of the guys trying to hit on the Anderson brothers weren't that attractive or close to their age to begin with. A few were easy on the eyes and Blaine was sure Sebastian would deem them 'fuckable' but Blaine wasn't really into any of them. It wasn't that Blaine was shallow or overly picky when it came to men, just none of them could surpass Kurt.

Besides, as soon as Blaine showed he wasn't into the attention the stragglers joined the group forming around Cooper. Blaine already knew his brother was very confident in his heterosexuality and had no problem with receiving attention from gay men. But the way Cooper was shamelessly flirting (and thus encouraging) the men flocked around him seemed way too cooperative for Cooper's usual ego.

'What in the world is he doing?' Blaine thought to himself as he headed over to the bar where Blaine ordered a double cocktail and watched the scene before him unfold with wary eyes. Good thing Cooper had volunteered to be the designated driver or else it might be hard to keep his male virtue pure and untouched (as far as Blaine knew).

“Hey there,” a friendly male voice asked from behind.

Blaine turned around to address the arrival, who, Blaine had to admit was extremely good looking and around his own age. “Hello,” Blaine answered back.

“So I'm wondering why aren't you going for the brunette Adonis on the dance floor?” the guy asked.

Blaine glanced over at the said scene, to see Cooper sandwiched between two men who were grinding from him at both sides. “He's my brother, what's your reason?”

Before giving his answer, the guy sat down next to Blaine at the bar and ordered his own drink. “I got here too late so there's not much point now. But I hardly mind because it lead me to noticing you over here, all on your lonesome,” he explained.

Blaine gave a weak chuckle. “I'm Blaine,” he offered in greeting.

At the mention of Blaine's name the young man's smooth mannerism swiftly stopped and he hesitated for a second even. “Ah hah, I knew you looked familiar! You're Blaine Anderson right?” he questioned.

“Yeah... have we met before?” Blaine asked, he couldn't place the guys face but that didn't mean anything.

“We went to the same high school, I was a grade above you,” he started to explain. “Oh, sorry, I'm Jordan Pryce,” he added.

Blaine wasn't really sure what to say in this instance, Blaine was still rather hung up on Kurt or he might have tried to flirt a little. But there was little point in going to the bar if all he was going to do was blow off cute guys. So while Blaine wasn't able to call forth his normal limitless charm he made sure to look interested at least.

“I wish I could say I remember you... but my mind’s pulling a blank,” Blaine admitted sheepishly.

“That's no surprise, I was under the radar back then and still ceaselessly stuck in denial and in the closet. I really admired how open and honest you were about your sexuality Blaine; I mean it was high school. But there you were, out and proud and you refused to hide who you were and big surprise, people still liked you regardless!” Jordan said.

That story wasn't exactly true. While Blaine had met little resistance when he'd come out not everyone accepted it without issue. There were always back minded people who chose to hate and fear people that were different because it was easier.

“Ah, well... I have no real regrets but it still wasn't easy at times,” Blaine replied.

“Well you sure left an impression on me... so it's a nice surprise to find you here, you moved for college right?” Jordan began, striking up a casual conversation.

Blaine nodded, “Yep, I'm in San Francisco now... which, needless to say is very different from living in Ohio.”

“I bet most of the changes are good, what's the gay club scene there like?”

“Lively,” Blaine chuckled.

As the two continued to converse Blaine tried to look interested when really he just felt depressed since the scenario was slightly familiar. The first time Blaine had met Kurt had taken place in a bar and even when nothing else was even remotely the same it still affected Blaine's actions at present. It was obviously picked up by Jordan, who slowly started to withdraw by the signals Blaine was sending him (which Jordan mistook as disinterest).

Blaine finally caught on that his old classmate was trying to politely take his leave and he let out a frustrated sigh. “I'm sorry... I swear I'm not trying to shut you down or anything...” Blaine began.

“Oh good, I thought maybe you had a boyfriend or something!” Jordan exclaimed.

“I don't but I am trying to get over someone right now,” Blaine admitted with a weak smile.

“Gotcha, well thanks for being honest and I've sure been there before,” Jordan said.

While Blaine did his best to make a new acquaintance, Cooper on the other side of the bar had gotten so many sexual invitations he couldn't keep count anymore. He took it all in stride, never giving any inkling that he'd grant of those requests and remained coy but alluring enough to keep the come-ons coming. Anyone who knew him like Blaine would have begun to wonder what Cooper's angle was but the man in question was in full control. He had an ulterior motive in going to a gay bar, all because of the role in the new Indie movie he'd mentioned to Blaine. Only Cooper had neglected to tell his brother that role was of a gay man who was a total player. Of course Cooper had no intention on accepting any offer he'd gotten, because he was happily taken and not that he was above a little bi-curiosity. Cooper was pleased to see he had a knack for flirting no matter which gender he tried to charm, he was that good of an actor (and that handsome).

Eventually Cooper noticed his brother and how he was talking to a cute guy at the bar and he smiled wickedly. “Atta-boy,” he said with pride. Then, if Cooper wasn't already thrilled by Blaine's would be suitor, he watched as he took Blaine's phone for a second (to give his number Cooper figured) and then took his leave. That was Cooper’s cue to break free from the crowd of men around him, ignoring the verbal protests as he escaped the dance floor. Cooper strode over to where Blaine was idly sitting, ordered himself a beer (which would be his only drink of the night) and smirked at Blaine mercilessly. “That didn't take too long,” he said, beaming away.

Blaine let out a tired sigh; of course his Cooper had managed to see that. “Uh-huh,” he merely replied.

“Gonna call him?”

“I dunno, maybe... it's not like I live in Dover anymore though.”

“I'm not saying you gotta marry the guy, just have a fun fling to get your mind off things!” Cooper coaxed. Only Blaine was having none of that, which made Cooper wonder just how much damage Kurt had done to Blaine's heart.

“I've never been much for flings Coop, you know that,” Blaine pointed out.

“So you haven't given up on love then?”

“No I haven't, now can we change the subject for now?” Blaine pleaded, he already knew something to switch it to as well. “Like why you were getting all flirty out there?”

Seeing how Blaine was in too of a stubborn mood to budge, Cooper was fine to talk about his own actions at the club. “I'm doing field research for my next acting role,” Cooper began and he continued on to tell his brother the whole story.

At the end Blaine's curiosity had switched to slight concern, “Wait, don't you have a girlfriend?”

Cooper let out a wounded gasp as he clutched his hand to his heart. “What sort of man do you take me for Blaine? I checked with Amy about my plans before I came home for a visit and she's fine with it. I'm allowed to flirt all I want but I can't go so far as to have sex with anyone. She did say I could make out with a guy if I wanted but I think she was just messing with me there. I'm sure as hell not gonna give it a go and find out,” he explained.

“Well that's a big relief,” Blaine laughed.

Most people would buy Blaine's amusement to be genuine but Cooper knew his brother well enough to know when he was putting on a brave face. “Are you going to be okay Blaine? Or do I need to go find Kurt and go all protective big brother on him?”

“For the last time it wasn't like that with us! Life isn't always so black and white, good or evil... I still think Kurt's the one who got more hurt than me,” Blaine grumbled.

“I might believe that, except he's the one with a boyfriend now, not you,” Cooper countered.

Amazingly Blaine had forgotten all about Sebastian for one brief and splendid moment. “Oh yeah right, well then... by all means go all big brother on Sebastian if you want. Fuck... wait no, don't do that! He'd try to nail you,” Blaine said with a shudder.

Cooper began to laugh and narrowly missed choking on his beer. “I really need to go visit you in SFS sometime!” he laughed.
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Kurt woke before Sebastian and he had no desire to disturb his bed-mate as Kurt could use some time to himself. He took a shower first, changed into something casual and headed downstairs to fix a cup of coffee. But any plans to spend his morning in quiet solitude were ruined when Kurt found Burt sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper.

“Morning Dad,” Kurt said, not phased by the discovery.

“Morning Kurt, have a seat and join me for a cup of Joe,” Burt said invitingly.

Still feeling tired from a night full of sex, Kurt let out a loud yawn and he got his own cup of coffee and sat down beside his dad at the table. Kurt was at a loss for words for what he could possibly say to strike a conversation with his dad. Although Kurt and Burt were never what one would call chatty, their ability to converse never used to be so strained. Even with their countless father-son talks over the years, small talk was always more of a challenge. The main reason wasn't because of their usual lack of interest, which had never affected their close bond before. Now the problem was Kurt feared if he shared too much he'd say something that didn't make sense. Or if Kurt really got going and started to ramble Burt might pick up on Kurt's guilt. So far there had been no signs that his dad was in anyway suspicious but Kurt knew better than to lull himself into a sense of security.

Lost in his thoughts yet again, Kurt didn't notice that Burt kept glancing at him like he had something to say but didn't know how. Kurt fought to keep his posture relaxed because since they had arrived (no before that) Kurt's biggest fear was his dad would see right through the ruse.

“Um, is everything okay Dad? I'm sorry I'm being so quiet...” Kurt said innocently.

There it was again, that almost pained look of unease on Burt's face, until it disappeared as Burt let out an awkward chuckle. “I know I said this has been a long time coming... but no amount of time could make some things easier to bring up,” Burt started to admit.

“Such as?” Kurt asked warily.

“I was hoping when I let you and Sebastian stay in the same room, you'd know how to keep quiet at night,” Burt finished.

No amount of headway Kurt had made with his new middle ground persona could have held back his reaction and it was anything but subdued. Kurt's coffee mug hit the table with a thud as Kurt put it down, turning bright red in the face. He buried his head in his hands, as it that could some how cover up his shame.

“Oh my god!” Kurt groaned in embarrassment; no it went beyond that, he was mortified. It was like Kurt was put through having 'the talk' with his dad when he was eighteen again. Kurt flopped his head down on the table, like he had given up the will to live.

“It's not the end of the world, Kurt. At least you got to do the fun part,” Burt commented.

Kurt groaned again, he'd actually prefer that his dad had noticed his and Sebastian's act, not really though but it was at least a close second. “Why are you making this so hard for me Dad,” he grumbled.

Burt laughed, “So you'll keep it down next time.”

As far as Kurt was concerned there wouldn't be a next time, but he reminded himself when it came to sex normally nothing about it phased him. Kurt had been in a threesome after all, he had normal conversations during sex (once in French) but then this was his dad and not any of his hook-ups so that made a difference.

“Sorry, that won't be a problem,” he assured.

“Okay good, because I don't want to have to go through any of this again,” Burt grumbled.

Kurt only hoped Burt had gotten up to use the bathroom or something and that his and Sebastian's sensual noises hadn't trailed all the way to his parents’ bedroom. Because Kurt swore they'd kept things tone downed pretty good; maybe he was louder in the sac than he thought. Kurt glanced over at his dad to see him holding back the urge to laugh and Kurt for once choice not to fight it.

Sharing a good laugh about the whole thing was what the doctor ordered for father and son and soon they were doubling over at the table.

Of course, due to his knack for perfect timing, this was when Sebastian finally made his entrance. “My someone's happy,” he commented.

Kurt's good mood was already leaving him at the sight of Sebastian, who was wearing one of Kurt's shirts of all things. But he was in no mood to comment on the fact and Kurt already knew Sebastian had been counting on that.

“Gonna let me in on the joke?” Sebastian asked.

“No!” Both Kurt and Burt shouted back at the same time.

The rest of the day went by without any awkward incidents as Carole and Burt took the couple around town to show Sebastian the sights, though they could barely be called that. Sebastian didn't give any of his honest opinions of Lima though, but on the inside he was bored out of his mind. Just the thought of having to live and grow up in such a sleepy little cow town was giving him the chills. Picturing Kurt trying to survive there seemed nearly impossible and it gave him further insight on the snarky young man and what he'd become to escape it. Well, if Sebastian cared that much about Kurt's past to think on it, but he didn't so he was back to boredom.

At least watching Kurt's subtle reactions to anything he said or did was some form of entertainment. It was a pity Sebastian couldn't do much to provoke him though. Not when Burt Hummel was watching him with hawk eyes but Sebastian's charm never faltered, he was almost downright dapper even.

A number of hours later, the three tour-guides and their tourist headed back to the home front, having managed to waste most of the day despite the lack of excitement the area had to offer.

“Well that was quite an enjoyable day,” Sebastian stated as he walked back inside the house.

“You're just saying that,” Kurt replied. Which was the truth because Kurt noticed Sebastian was slipping a bit. What he wasn't sure about was if Sebastian was doing it on purpose or not and Kurt planned to grill him about it the second they were safely alone.

“I know it's nothing compared to San Francisco boys, but your company has been like a breath of fresh air for us,” Carole told them.

Before the boys could excuse themselves, Burt approached them both and he didn't looked as relaxed as he had been a minute before. “Kurt, I think it's time I had a word with your boyfriend,” he said, his facial expression giving nothing away.

Kurt eyed him suspiciously; he didn't like the sound of that. Would this be just the regular father and his son's boyfriend talk or was there real reason to worry? “Dad...” said with concern, whichever it was his reaction would have been the same.

“Let it happen Kurt, it's time for The Dad talk. I'm honestly impressed he waited this long to do it,” Carole said as she touched Kurt's shoulder to begin to lead him away. “Come on, we can go gossip while it happens,” she added.

As soon as Kurt and Carole left the room, silence fell between Sebastian and Burt, giving them each to size one another up.

Sebastian held his ground as Burt gave him a good look over, this was nothing new, guys checked him out all the time but with very different intentions. Sebastian got the feeling Kurt's dad didn't know what to make of him, but that was no cause for alarm. So when Burt gestured for Sebastian to follow him into the den and to take a seat, he did so without a hint of unease.

Sebastian flashed a charming grin, like everything was fine and dandy. “Should I be worried?” he asked playfully.

There was no laughter to follow, not when Burt was making it very clear he wasn't amused. Or rather, that was his stiff body language and near frowning face was telling Sebastian. “Yes,” he finally answered.

Burt didn't give Sebastian a chance to respond, “I know I'm not what anyone would call a genius but I ain't dumb either. More than anything, I know my son enough to see when he's keeping something from me. Just like I can tell you two are up to something here only I don't know what that is. So that's were you come in Sebastian, you're gonna tell it to me straight. No lies, no forced charm.... I want nothing but the truth or else you and I are going to have a problem,” Burt explained.

Never once did Sebastian's cool integrity break during Burt's little speech, same as always Sebastian didn't react the way most people would. Sebastian was still calmly seated, his body relaxed and the only thing that had changed at all was his facial expression. Gone was his usual look of indifference, sometimes Sebastian enjoyed a good jolt of drama and now was one of those instances. “Sure,” he answered, slipping back into his usual smug self.

Burt on the other hand was having a much harder time reigning in his growing temper and he looked exactly like Kurt did when he tried to. “Do you love my son?” he asked out of the blue.

Again Sebastian's expression never changed, he didn't move a muscle, his eyes remained fixated on Burt's face, and he didn't crack under the pressure from the look he was giving him. “No,” he answered casually.