Sebastian awoke the next morning to a rare occurrence for him, not being alone in his bed. What actually woke him up was Kurt's arm suddenly coming in contact with his gut, in what was almost a punch, and his eyes snapped open. He snarled in protest from the attack, looked over beside him and saw Kurt was still asleep. Sebastian glared at him but he was just glad Kurt wasn't a clingy bedmate. This was only the third time they had stayed over at one of their houses and the second time sharing a bed for the night. They both admitted that was how they liked it. Sebastian usually disliked any of his hook ups to stick around after reaching orgasm enough times to be sated. But with Kurt, it was different, not that he was in love with him. Sebastian wasn't a sappy romantic like Blaine. The fact that Kurt never crossed over to his side of the bed through out the night was the only reason he tolerated him there. Well, that and the fact that Kurt had earned his place from last night, there was no denying that.

"Get your arm off my stomach,"� Sebastian muttered as Kurt began to grab him in his sleep so his nails were digging into Sebastian's naked skin.

Only Kurt didn't stir from Sebastian's verbal request so he simply sighed and chucked his arm off of him and that seemed to do the trick. "What the fuck was that for?"� Kurt growled, he was not a happy camper when he was rudely awoken.

"That's my line," Sebastian snapped as he turned on his side to look away from Kurt, only to be surprised as he felt vibrations of movement behind him. Sebastian figured Kurt was getting up off the bed but instead Kurt touched his ass causing him to hiss from the slight sting of pain it brought with the contact. "Fuck off!" he barked.

"Touchy touchy, was just checking to see how much your ass hurt. I know I flinched every time I sat down after you fucked me for the first time,"� Kurt explained casually as he sat up and rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine."�

"Fine enough for more? Didn't you say we'd do it again in the morning?" Kurt reminded him.

Sebastian didn't bother to move as he grabbed for his alarm clock and looked at the time, it was still rather early. "Fuck you,"� he said with little effort to sound angry.

"That's what I'm getting at..." Kurt replied smugly.

Sebastian groaned as he made himself sit up and get off the bed, ignoring Kurt's presence. There was no way he was going to give Kurt the answer he wanted to hear, just to boost his ego. "Don't get cocky just because you know how to use your dick. I've had better,"� he muttered as he headed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Kurt it seemed was in a good mood so he followed him and leaned on the doorframe watching him. "Got nothing better to do than stand there and watch me piss, Kurt?"�

Kurt shrugged, since Sebastian could see his reflection through the bathroom mirror. "Not really... summer vacation remember? I have the rest of this week off from work too,"� Kurt answered.

"So I let you fuck me and you're the self absorbed prick now is that it?" Sebastian taunted. As much as he wanted to push Kurt's buttons he knew this was his way of getting them both in the mood for another round of hot sex.

Kurt response was to make a scoffing noise. "Oh please, no matter how many times I top I will never be you, Sebastian,"� he pointed out. Kurt's face turned to an evil grin and he watched Sebastian come over to him and wrap an arm around his waist. This was no scene of early morning domestic bliss, they both knew what they wanted and liked not having to voice it, "Ever been fucked over your kitchen counter?" Kurt suddenly asked as Sebastian began to suck on his neck.

"No, but not for long,"� Sebastian muttered. "What about Blaine though? Aren't you supposed to call him?" he reminded Kurt.

Kurt swore under his breath and Sebastian's hand went for his hardening cock, he had almost forgotten about Blaine. As much as he enjoyed Blaine's company and wanted to meet up with him that day, he had other things to take care of first. Kurt wasn't about to let his mind remind him just how appealing Blaine was to him, how much he pulled at Kurt, especially not to Sebastian. So his answer as usual was to dismiss the signs and pretend he didn't care. "Fuck, Blaine," Kurt growled as he caught the bottom of Sebastian's lip with his teeth after he tried to kiss him again.

Sebastian grinned and pushed Kurt up against the wall of the bathroom and his tongue launched its own assault on Kurt's open mouth. "I'm trying to remember, surprised you aren't. He wants you... after seeing you in that jumpsuit, most men would. Didn't you wear it to get that reaction from us?"� Sebastian whispered to Kurt, his voice heavy with seduction.

Kurt's eyes narrowed; he was annoyed by the accusation, more so because as much as he wanted to deny it, Sebastian's claims had a ring of truth. "He wants a boyfriend Sebastian, not some random fuck. That's not me and I'm not going to try to change his mind on his stupid choice to not have casual sex. Some people choose to believe in the delusions of love and that's their call. Just like it's my call to know it's all a load of crap and I know you agree with me. Which is why this whole arrangement we have works,"� Kurt explained as he let Sebastian begin the process of what he assumed would be a hot and heavy morning of sex.

"Whatever, just after today I'm not gonna touch your horny ass for a few days. Being fuck buddies aside I don't want this to become a habit,"� Sebastian muttered.

Kurt grinned back at him and grabbed onto Sebastian and threw him around so now he was pinned under Kurt with his back to the wall. His hands slid through his arms and began to caress his still naked backside. When Sebastian made no reaction to the sudden forceful move Kurt went with it. "Very good then, I'm reaching the point where even amazing sex can't keep me from tolerating you. Just let me fuck you senseless right now and I'll be good for a while. You'll be free to continue your hunt back out on the Serengeti that is the gay club scene."�

"To the kitchen then?"� Sebastian asked with a smirk.

"Hmm? I guess,"� Kurt replied as he let go of Sebastian and began to walk seductively out of the bathroom, giving Sebastian the perfect view of his ass as he went. "Stare at it all you want but you're not getting in it, time to make up for lost time, for the both of us."

Sebastian let out a short laugh. It was definitely time to look for new blood tonight, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself right now.
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Kurt didn't make it back to his own apartment till much later in the afternoon and Blaine ended up being the one to call him. Kurt was in the elevator heading up to his apartment when he got the call and Kurt groaned, he knew he should have called him before he left Sebastian's. When he had tried to call before, Sebastian kept making loud moaning noises and Kurt had to hang up before Blaine could answer. Fucking prick, Kurt was glad he wouldn't see his smug ass face for a few days. Sebastian was right, they had reached their limit and no amount of sex could make them get along after being in each other's company for so long. Kurt began to fumble for his phone and brought it to his ear. "Hey Blaine, sorry I didn't call you... I had some things to take care of first," Kurt muttered quickly. Mainly fucking Sebastian over the kitchen counter, table and finally in the shower. He felt somewhat satisfied that Sebastian would be too sore to give being the bottom a go for a while.

"It's alright, I wasn't sure if I should call you but I saw the missed call. Wanted to make sure you were okay,"� Blaine began to explain.

"Oh I'm fine, sorry, just tired. Decided I'd call you when I got home," Kurt explained and then he swore under his breath at letting the fact that he wasn't home already slip.

"You aren't home then?" Blaine asked. He knew Kurt was on a vacation from work.

"I'm just heading to my apartment now, after my morning jog,"� Kurt quickly explained on the fly. He had almost jogged up from the parking lot to the front of his apartment building so that wasn't exactly a lie. "So...up for meeting so I can treat you to your much earned dinner tonight?"

Blaine smiled to himself; he was glad Kurt wasn't avoiding him for some unknown reason. He knew Kurt had no idea that his feelings for him had developed into love and he planned to keep it that way for the time being. Blaine wasn't even sure what Kurt's views on relationships really were, despite his warning that he wasn't the dating type. Blaine had no idea if that opinion could ever change. As much as Blaine was tempted to just sleep with him, he didn't want it to get awkward between them. Blaine didn't want to just be another fuck to Kurt, he wanted their relationship, whether it remained platonic or grew to something more, to evolve. "I'd like that thanks.... what about Sebastian?"

Kurt groaned at the sound of his name, "He won't be coming and I'm glad,"� Kurt muttered as he stepped out of the elevator and leaned against the wall next to it.

Blaine's heart skipped at beat at Kurt's answer. Did this mean he wanted to be alone with him? It sounded too good to be true, so Blaine wouldn't let his mind go there. "Oh? Something happen between you two?" he asked as he tried to sound casual about it. When in reality at the same time he wanted and didn't want to know the honest answer to the question. Did Kurt really want to be alone with Blaine, or did something actually happen between Kurt and Sebastian, something that went beyond friendship. If Blaine and Kurt's relationship went the same way, would Kurt be relieved not to see him? This was another reason he was determined not to give into temptation and have sex with Kurt.

"Not really, I've just had my fill of him for a while,"� Kurt answered and he felt like an idiot when he realized the double meaning the answer had. Luckily for him Sebastian wasn't around to point that out to himself or Blaine. "So it will just be us, that okay? It's not like I'm asking you out on a date Blaine," Kurt began to point out as his voice got sarcastic.

"I know,"� Blaine snapped back, unable to hide his frustration.

Kurt paused; he hadn't meant it to come out like that. "Sorry... I meant no offence. You're worthy... I mean anyone with half a mind would want to date... Fuck! This is why I leave feelings out of everything. I just screw it up and piss people off, or worse I end up hurting them, when they didn't deserve it. Maybe this was a bad idea... I can just give you the money or something,"� Kurt began to mutter in anger. He was angry with himself and not Blaine.

"No! Forget it. Kurt I'm sorry too. You've said from the beginning all you could offer was friendship. That's fine and it's enough, you're a good friend. I know you probably want to say you're not and put yourself down to prove it. Yes, you're snarky, sarcastic and you never want to show anyone the real you. But you have occasionally... and I like what I've seen, both aspects of you. So our non-emotional just hanging out dinner plans are still on, if you want them to be,"� Blaine told Kurt warmly.

Kurt couldn't help but smile at Blaine's comment and he was glad no one was around to see it. Another brick from his emotional wall began to crumble away and for once Kurt didn't try to put it back in place. If he could cope with having Sebastian in his life, then he figured Blaine was his reward. He wasn't ashamed of having sex with Sebastian, as he kept telling himself, even when he was keeping their arrangement from Blaine. He was also determined to keep one of the few normal things in his life; Blaine Anderson, and he wouldn't allow anything to screw that up. Like with Sebastian, keeping feelings out of the equation was the answer, one that had worked well so far. "I'd like that Blaine, thank you,"� Kurt finally answered.

"Kay good, let's meet up at 7pm tonight then? Just make sure you actually call me this time Kurt!" Blaine told him with a laugh.

"Fashion student's honour Blaine, I will,"� Kurt assured him and after they said their quick goodbyes Kurt ended the call and continued heading over to his apartment.
Only Kurt's good mood was quickly ruined when he tried to open the door and met opposition, "What in the world... fuck!" Kurt blurted out as he forced the door open with added strength. Finally he pushed whatever was in the way aside and Kurt slipped through the door and inside the apartment. Only the horror he was met with brought on such a fowl mood that he looked like a soldier ready to go to war. The sight before him certainly looked like a battleground, or the remnants of one. The door had been blocked by a large gym bag and the room was littered everywhere with sports equipment, discarded clothes and dirty abandoned dishes. Kurt hissed at the state the place was in and when he saw the large pair of shoes by the couch he knew who the culprit was. "God dammit Mark! What the hell is this!" He shouted in anger, not caring if the guilty party was there to hear it.

As Kurt began to collect the dishes, because he refused to touch any of the clothes, he heard the bathroom door open and a tall scruffy looking guy, who could only be described as a jock stepped out and looked at Kurt like he was an angry parent.

"What's got you so high strung? Someone fuck you too hard?" Mark muttered in annoyance.

Kurt's anger grew and unlike this morning there was nothing sexual too it, no, this was simple and uncontrolled rage. "Where's Julie?"� he asked.

"Out, why do you care?" Mark answered.

"She should know better than to leave the place in this state. Why are you still here if she's not and don't you know what the aspect of tidying up entails? Get these fucking clothes out of here before I do the humane thing and burn them," Kurt warned as he gathered the final plates as they clicked loudly together from the motion. Kurt dumped them in the sink and began to run the water and got to work on washing them. As much as he hated cleaning up after Julie's mess and he wasn't referring to the dishes, he hated a dirty apartment even more. Even Sebastian had insisted they disinfect the kitchen before Kurt was allowed to leave.

"Yes Mommy,"� Mark replied sarcastically but when he saw how Kurt was glaring at him he relented and began to pick up his clothes. "Man you've become such a dick since you finally got laid."

"Wish I could say the same for you,"� Kurt muttered as he finished washing another dish.

"I better not come home to find a naked guy walk out of your room, Hummel,"� Mark commented as he walked into Julie's room.

Kurt froze and almost ended up dropping the plate in his hand, he managed to place it down to the side and stormed over to the door. He began to pound on it in anger. "What the fuck do you mean by home! When did you start living here? What I'm gone for one fucking night and suddenly you've become a squatter! Oh!!! This is good, wait until Julie comes back here have I got a bone to pick with her."� Kurt fumed as Mark didn't bother to say anything or open the door. "Fine, stay in your cage! I'm surprised Julie let you out on your own!" Kurt shouted at him and he went back to washing dishes. It seemed the morning activities hadn't subdued his anger enough and Julie was going to be the one to find out how pissed off Kurt could get if he was pushed. Kurt was sure just like the bullies he had faced in high school had come to learn, it didn't take him resorting to violence to make them change their tune. ______________________________________________________________________

No matter how many times Blaine thought he had begun to figure Kurt Hummel out, he kept being proven wrong on a regular basis. This time being no different as he waved to Kurt from his table and the anger on young man's face was easy to read. "Uh hi Kurt... good to... see you..."� Blaine said slowly as Kurt came closer and his barely controlled rage became more visible.

".. sorry I need a drink..."� Kurt said weakly as he took Blaine's drink and finished it in one long gulp.

"Uh.. that was just root beer Kurt..."� Blaine explained in surprise.

"Fuck that then, where's the waiter I need hard liquor!" Kurt muttered as he held his arm up in the air and began to snap his fingers.

"Should I even bother to ask what's got you so angry?"� Blaine asked with a playful smile, it was risky to joke when Kurt was clearly not in the mood. He only hoped that Kurt would come to his senses and notice he wasn't helping bring his anger down by being snarly with Blaine, who hoped he was totally innocent.

It ended up being a good call because Kurt looked at his sympathetic face, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes please, I need to vent this out or I'm going to explode. Sorry in advance, I'll order you dessert after dinner for this,"� Kurt replied.

"What's going on then? Because I get the feeling for once the cause of your anger isn't Sebastian."�

"Oh how I wish it was, I could deal with that. No, the cause is a different guy all together, Mark... fucking train wreck Mark Tailer..."� Kurt hissed.

Blaine's eyes widened at first, but he knew that whoever this guy was, he wasn't a friend or a hook up. "And he is?" Blaine asked.

"Julie's douche bag boyfriend, who it seems is now living with us for summer break. A fact that she didn't even bother to run by me first. I loathe him like I loathe baggy jeans Blaine... he is an insufferable, back minded, sloppy, dead beat jock! I don't know why Julie degrades herself by dating him... even she could find better!"

"Maybe he's good in bed?" Blaine offered.

"Oh god the sex! Don't get me started on that! They're noisy as fuck and our walls aren't even that thin! It's like being forced to listen to a bad porno, the way they moan and go on. I swear I don't even sound like that!" Kurt shouted out loud.

"Kurt... we're not in a club,"� Blaine reminded him as a number of people looked at him and not all of them showed amusement.

"Sorry,"� Kurt apologized to Blaine, the people in earshot and the waitress who was eyeing him with disapproval. "Bad day, I'll tone it down,"� he promised and finally his drink arrived and he made short work of it and he waited for it to take affect and dull his frayed nerves. "Needless to say I'm not a happy camper on the home front. No matter how much I yelled and shouted at Julie the decision has been made apparently and I'm just going to have to deal with it. Because she was at the apartment before me and even though I always pay my share of the rent on time, I'm just an honoured guest," After Kurt finished his venting he realized he was doing all the talking. "This is supposed to be your reward for judging, not a punishment," Kurt groaned.

Blaine only chuckled in response. "No it's fine, sounds like you needed this. I can't really help with your living situation but I can at least be a sympathetic ear,"� Blaine assured him.

"Order whatever you want Blaine, it's all on me tonight,"� Kurt told him with a grin as he began to look through the menu.

"Right, you know Kurt, it sounds like you could use a vacation,"� Blaine suggested as he scanned through his menu.

"Now that's an idea, though really what's the point. The only difference in me going alone to escape my situation is I'll be complaining in another city and paying more to stay away from here," Kurt muttered in annoyance.

He had done a bit of travelling once he had gotten his acceptance letter for AAU. He had taken a detour on his way to San Francisco and went to LA, he had gone to Washington to visit his dad and had seen the sights on his own afterwards. While he enjoyed those visits and liked getting out of Lima to see more of the world or as much as he could afford to. It hadn't given him any great memories, as much as he liked being alone, it could be boring at times.

"I'm not suggesting you take one on your own Kurt. I'm actually going off for a two-week holiday soon. With Nick, my other roommate and a few more friends from university. I know they'd be fine with you joining us," Blaine explained.

Kurt hesitated. It was true Kurt liked hanging out with Blaine and the few times he had been around Nick had shown he was easy to get along with. But the idea of going with a ground of people he didn't know that well or at all made him reluctant. Kurt knew if he and Blaine weren't alone he wouldn't be able to relax, his hardened personality would be at full strength and make him hard to deal with. Kurt could already picture Blaine's friends thinking'Why did Blaine even invite that guy?'.He didn't want to feel like he didn't belong, Kurt wasn't good with big groups, having so many eyes on him. It was different when he was up on stage, where he had all the control and knew what would happen. What he really feared was if he accepted Blaine's invite, he'd discover he and Blaine lived in totally different worlds and that Kurt didn't deserve to be his friend. "I don't know Blaine... I might just be a pain in the ass,"� Kurt admitted weakly.

"Oh come on, I know you can be the life of the party Kurt if you just let yourself ease up a bit. Besides I'll be there, remember what I'm like, it will be fine,"� Blaine assured him.

Kurt was slightly warming up to the idea, he began to play with the straw of his now empty drink to distract himself and the doubt forming in his mind. "Where are you going?"� he asked.

"To New York! Think of the adventures we could have," Blaine said with excitement.

The interest on Kurt's face disappeared and was replaced by hardened discontent the second Blaine told him the location. He tried and failed to hide the fact that any chance of him tagging along was now off the table. There was no way Kurt could ever enjoy himself by going there, he'd never be able to forget how he failed to make it to the big apple. That his dreams of New York and Broadway had stopped dead in its tracks because of a single rejection letter, one final let down to make Kurt change his direction in life. There was even a chance he might run into Rachel and be forced to hear her ramble on and on about how amazing her life was, when she had been the one to choke on her audition.

"I don't think it's possible Blaine. I realize it would be hard to get the time off work. Don't let me ruin your fun though, it's better this way,"� Kurt told him.

Blaine knew there was no point to press the subject further and try to change Kurt's mind, not after seeing the reaction saying New York had caused. So once again Blaine let the subject drop and they both gave the waitress their orders when she stopped at their table.

Blaine ended up taking over the conversation and entertained Kurt so much with his antics that he forgot all about the cause of his anger before they met up, or almost. When they were both full and content, Blaine offered to drive Kurt home since he had a few more drinks than he should of. But he had taken the bus to the restaurant because he had planned on getting semi drunk just to be able to cope when he returned home. Only when they got in the car Blaine turned to Kurt and gave him a sheepish smile. "You know if you don't want to go home tonight, my couch is free,"� he offered.

Kurt smirked at him, but then he noticed Blaine's nervous glance and that made his smirk change to a genuine smile. "You're too nice for your own good Blaine, would your roommates be okay to find some guy passed out on your couch?" he asked.

"You're not some guy Kurt, you're you,"� Blaine told him.

Kurt paused; there it was, that annoying feeling, the pull that Blaine caused in him. Kurt had no idea how to deal with it and that almost scared him. But despite this he still didn't want to pass the chance to stay away from Julie and Mark for even one night. So much that he had been tempted to call up Sebastian and ask him if he could crash at his place. Now Blaine was offering him a much better alternative. "Well then, if I'm going to spend a night on your couch can we swing by my place first? I'm not a barbarian, I need my facial and hair products plus a proper change of clothes," Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded with a grin. "Sure, I haven't been to your place yet and now that I think about it, you've never been to mine," Blaine commented as he started his car up.

"My place is nothing special Blaine, specially with Mark there."�

"Let me be the judge of that Kurt." ____________________________________________________________________________

"Okay I'm right on both accounts, you're a part of this apartment is awesome and Mark is a douche bag,"� Blaine admitted as he looked around Kurt's bedroom as Kurt gathered his supplies for the night.

Kurt chuckled as he went into his closet to pick out a shirt. "No shit. Though I never thought I'd hear you say anything bad about anyone,"� Kurt admitted.

"Yeah well the fact that when I stepped in the room Mark was on the couch and the first thing he said to us was: 'Go fuck the hobbit somewhere else.' So that helped my verdict on him," Blaine muttered.

"I almost can't wait to see how Sebastian would deal with him,"� Kurt added with a smirk.

"Can I be here when that showdown happens please!" Blaine laughed.

Blaine let Kurt finish packing and he took the chance to finish looking around the room, since he didn't seem to mind. The first thing he noticed that the room had no photos of any kind, no links to his past or private life. Blaine's own room was decorated with countless photos of friends and family members and this opened the door to figure Kurt out better just another crack. Blaine still found it hard to believe that Kurt truly was a person void of any sentiment. What Kurt did have was a lot of classy artwork and old vintage art pieces in the room, as well as a large swatch board that had a number of sketches on it. Blaine got closer to get a better looked and he was instantly impressed at what could only be some of Kurt's fashion designs. "Is this your work?"� he asked anyway.

Kurt turned to see what Blaine was looking at and he nodded. "Yes, though some of them aren't that great. That board is where I just put the various ideas that pop into my mind constantly. If you want to see my good stuff then you'd want to look through this,"� Kurt said as he grabbed a large scrapbook from his bookshelf and handed it to Blaine.

Blaine was almost touched that Kurt was willing to share his work with him without any hesitation. He thanked him and took a seat on the bed and he began to flip through the pages. His eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. "Wow these are amazing Kurt! Hey here's the cat suit... did you make that yourself!"� he blurted out in surprise.

Kurt groaned. "Yes I did, god don't remind me, it was hell! But it was the only way I'd get the perfect fit I wanted. I'm never working with latex again though, not with out good reason to,"� Kurt muttered as he finished packing hip his skin products. "Okay I'm done, not bringing too much it's not like this is a sleep over," Kurt explained.

"You mean we don't get to stay up all night in our pajamas, watch movies and each junk food?"� Blaine asked mockingly.

"Oh pajamas right! Fuck I don't really have any to bring,"� Kurt muttered, he normally slept in the nude, it was easier and pretty much needed in the summer. Even when San Francisco hadn't turned out to be nearly as hot in the summer as he had assumed. Kurt had been quick to give up the long silk pajamas he liked to wear when he was a teenager anyway.

Blaine's mind had stopped working when the fact that Kurt slept in the nude was revealed to him, in the very bed he was sitting on. He gulped down a bunch of air and tried not to picture it, that would be no help. So far Blaine had been able to hang out with Kurt and not let his feelings for him cause any noticeable change in the atmosphere and he hoped to keep it that way.

Kurt brought out a simple t-shirt and pair of sweat pants from his dresser and sighed. "I'll look frumpy but this will have to do I guess,"� Kurt mumbled.

"I don't think you could ever look frumpy, Kurt,"� Blaine commented.

"You'd be surprised, can we get out of here now? I can't forget that Mark's toxic presence is right outside this room,"� Kurt urged.

Kurt opened the door to his room and stepped outside with Blaine following close behind him. Julie and Mark were cuddled up together on the couch and even when they weren't doing anything infuriating Kurt still was glad to be rid of them for the night.

"Done already? That was quick,"� Julie commented as she smirked at Kurt. "Wait this one's new, he's not your usual hook up," Julie added, since she had been in her room when they had arrived.

Kurt wanted to put a pillow to Julie's face and suffocate her to death after her comment. He couldn't believe what she had just announced and he reminded himself Mark wasn't the only problem. Normally when she was on her own Kurt could tolerate her a lot better, she wasn't as jarring on his nerves. Julie was normally more playful and less a bitch, it seemed Mark brought out the worse in her. "Shut the fuck up, we did not have sex. He's just a friend, try to wrap that around your hetero heads. I'm out of here for the night, just don't sell my stuff while I'm gone! I'll be back tomorrow and this place better be clean!" �Kurt shouted and he stomped over to the door and all Blaine could do was hurry after him and out the apartment.

Once they were alone in the hallway Kurt began to breath hard as he fought to get his rising anger under control. Blaine didn't deserve to face his wrath, not when he had invited him to stay over to escape the source of his rage. Kurt was just so pissed off that Blaine know knew he was sleeping with someone, sure there had been no names. But Kurt wasn't stupid, he knew Blaine might put two and two together and guess that man in question was Sebastian. When Blaine didn't make any comments he felt like hugging him from sheer gratitude. "Sorry about that,"� he simply muttered.

"Not your fault Kurt and I don't envy you, makes me very grateful for my own living situation now. Finding an empty milk jug in the fridge now and then seems like nothing,"� Blaine replied as he walked along side Kurt towards the parking lot and his car.

"How many roommates do you have?" Kurt asked, glad to change the subject.

"There's three of us, Nick of course, he's my best friend, we went to school together back home. There's one other guy named Michael, who we met the first year of college. For our second year we decided to rent a place instead of staying in the dorms,"� Blaine answered.

"Is he straight too?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, but that hardly matters, he's a great guy. Like Nick he's easy to get along with,"� Blaine assured him.

"If they're your friends I'm sure they will be, Blaine,"� Kurt agreed. "If anything they'll be a thousand times better than Mark." _______________________________________________________________________

While staying the night at Blaine's house had been refreshing, it had turned out to cause a very different reaction in Kurt. One that he hadn't expected, but as soon as he arrived and was greeted with friendly smiles and teasing comments that held no hidden malice. Kurt quickly felt alienated, it was so different from what he was use to that he felt like a foreigner. No matter how used he had gotten to being around Blaine, he didn't know how to deal with the warm welcome. Kurt tried to remind himself that Blaine and his roommates were being sincere, that they had no dark ulterior motives. Still, doubt kept forming in his mind, telling him that he would get hurt, that he could never stay off guard, it was never really safe. Kurt had tried to push past all this and he was confident that neither Blaine nor his roommates knew the inner turmoil he was going through. But he hadn't escaped getting through the night without any drama.

For the first time since moving out there for school, Kurt had dreamt about Travis. No, it hadn't been a dream, it had been a nightmare. Travis. Try as he might Kurt could never wipe him and that cruel sneer from his mind. He had been trying to do so for the last five years and he thought he had made progress. When now it was clear all he had managed to do was push it deep down inside him. It was equally cruel how a simple act of kindness had brought the memory back to resurface in his mind. Kurt had awoken with a silent gasp from the sensation of feeling rough hands close around his throat, stopping him from breathing. Which was insane because Travis had never done anything like that to him, only one of the scars he had left had been physical. Aside from one small burn mark on his upper right ribcage, the emotional damage he had left had caused far deeper scars though, ones he feared would never fully heal.

Drenched in a cold sweat, Kurt took long breaths as he told himself it had just been a nightmare. He clutched the blanket wrapped around his damp body, like he was a child afraid of the monster in his closet. Only the closet was in his mind and there was no way to close it shut, keeping the monster caged up. "I have to get out of here."� Kurt muttered as he got up from the bed in alarm. It was like he was suffocating, like the positive air around him was closing in on him, making it hard to breathe. It was absurd and hard to accept that the result of being becoming so jaded to survive meant he could no longer live in a normal giving household. It was a good thing that in the last two years Kurt had rarely gone home to visit, he could only imagine how he would react to it now. Though with his family it was different he realized, he trusted them. No matter how kind Blaine had been to him, how welcoming his friends had been in turn.

His mind never let him begin to dream that they enjoyed his company, liked him, and wanted him there. He imagined that behind his back they were judging him and that only made Kurt feel weak, pathetic and guilty to think Blaine was capable of being that cruel. Yes, Kurt knew the emotional scars Travis, Karofsky and the other bullies back in Lima had caused would never leave him.

Kurt brought out his phone and glanced at the time, it was 4am and everyone else in the apartment was still asleep. Good, Kurt hated to have to do it but he had to leave. He only hoped Blaine would understand why he needed to so suddenly. Kurt was even willing to tell Blaine the reason why, to a certain degree at least, if that meant they could still be friends. This was his problem, his hill to climb alone, if he let Blaine try to help him, he realized it would just mess him up even more. Or worse, he would end up hurting Blaine in the process and that was something Kurt never wanted to do. He never wanted to see those kind brown eyes full of hurt and pain. He didn't want Blaine to go through what Travis had done to him on any level.

Kurt didn't bother to change because it risked waking someone, so he simply found a pen and a piece of paper and began to write Blaine a note explaining his absence when he woke up. Kurt placed the note on the couch where he had been and quickly crept out of the living room and closed the front door behind him. With no where else to go and no one else to turn to Kurt brought out his phone and dialed the last person he thought he would be calling for help.

"Hi Sebastian, I need a favour..."� he began to ask weakly.

"It better be good considering what time it is," Sebastian voice said through the phone.

Kurt sighed; this was something Kurt knew how to deal with and he felt the usual strong willed Kurt Hummel return to him. "I bet you haven't even gone to sleep yet,"� he muttered.

"Lucky for you or I wouldn't have answered. So what's the big problem? Because I never would expect to hear you asking me for any real help," Sebastian admitted.

"Yeah well dire times call for desperate measures. Can I crash at your place for a couple of days? I'll be fine even on the couch or whatever. Things at home are reaching murderous levels and I need to stay away before it results to homicide,"� Kurt began to complain, of course he was being dramatic. He had no intention of hurting anyone of course, but just suggesting it matched how angry he was.

"What about Blaine? I bet he'd be more than welcoming," Sebastian offered.

"I tried that... it ended up... having side effects that I can't deal with. Besides I don't want to burden him. That and he's leaving for two weeks vacation in a couple days and I didn't feel up to offering to house sit. Not when I just left his place when they're all still asleep," Kurt explained, admitting more than he wanted to, but he was that desperate.

"Didn't we agree we don't want to see each others faces for a while?" Sebastian reminded him.

Kurt groaned. "I know and I'm not any happier about it than you are! But for once in your life Sebastian, think of something besides your own fucking self!" Kurt pleaded through clenched teeth.

"You suck at asking for help you know."�

"I'm well aware, are you? Do you know how hard it is for me to ask anyone for help Sebastian? Let that help you decide what your answer will be. I promise I'll behave, I won't have any parties and trash the place. We both know I won't have any arguments with my non-existent boyfriend and lastly. I don't care who you bring home to fuck as long as you don't expect me to join in,"� Kurt said to him.

"Fine, you can stay, but only for a couple of days. I'm no bed and breakfast and you owe me, Kurt,"� Sebastian replied.

"I'll try to live with myself knowing that fact...and thank you,"� Kurt told him. __________________________________________________________________________

Blaine awoke that morning as he yawned and stretched, he had planned to make breakfast for Kurt and everyone else in the apartment. Only when he stepped out into the living room there was no sign of Kurt, only Nick who was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.

"Morning...where's Kurt?" he asked his friend. He knew Kurt wasn't in the bathroom since when he had walked by it after leaving his room he saw it had been empty.

"Gone,"� Nick answered.

"What! Why? When! What happened? What did he say?" Blaine blurted out in alarm.

Nick shook his head lightly and held out a piece of paper in front of Blaine. "Dude calm down, he was gone before I got up. He left a note on the couch, sorry I ended up reading it myself,"� Nick told him as Blaine came over and took the piece of paper.

"No it's fine, Kurt wouldn't have left it out in the open if he didn't want anyone else to read it," Blaine replied as he looked down at the paper. Blaine thanked him quickly and his eyes started to scroll from side to side as he read the note Kurt had left him.

Blaine
I'm sorry I bailed before any of you woke up. I had to go, I'm sorry. I don't want you to think it's something you or your roommates did to make me leave. No, this is all about my fucked up life and me. I know I'm not making any sense. I promise I'll try to explain things soon, just give me some time. I hope I can explain myself enough so we can still be friends despite this. Thanks for letting me stay but it won't work. I'll call you sooner than later.
Your friend (I hope)
Kurt Hummel

Blaine finished reading the note and sighed as he slumped in a chair next to Nick at the table, who was now no longer sitting there and Blaine discovered he was holding out a cup of coffee for him. "Thanks," Blaine muttered as he took a long drink.

"Kurt's a piece of work isn't he,"� Nick said, though the statement wasn't negative.

"That he is,"� Blaine agreed.

This made Blaine's mind wander off once again. Was he kidding himself? Was he really in love with Kurt? In reality he knew so little about him and his life. As usual no answers came to mind at first and Blaine was back to square one. Only as he stared at the hand written note before him he knew somehow, despite all his doubts, that what he felt about Kurt was real. How his heart skipped a beat whenever he saw him, how he longed to hear his voice every minute of the day. How he craved to touch his porcelain smooth skin and kiss his full soft lips, how he couldn't imagine his life without knowing Kurt anymore. All of these thoughts and feelings could only mean one thing; it was love. Somehow, without Blaine knowing how or why, it had happened, he had fallen in love with Kurt and there was no turning back.

"Any idea what this is all about?"� Nick asked as he pointed to the letter.

Blaine shook his head. "I have no idea," he admitted weakly. ____________________________________________________________________________

It turned out that it was very easy to live with Sebastian, even if it was on a temporary basis. The first night had been challenging, no matter how grateful Kurt felt it was hard to make him less susceptible to Sebastian's selfish ways. Only unlike when he was back at his apartment or over at Blaine's there was a simple way to return to a peaceful cohabitation; sex. They still weren't fully in the mood yet to have sex again so soon after deciding they needed a break from one another. So they had only resorted to blowjobs this time and that ended up being more than sufficient. Kurt knew how to deal with guys like Sebastian far more than ones like Blaine and that only proved how messed up he was. Kurt currently found himself sitting on the couch in Sebastian's living room, enjoying the peaceful quiet of being alone in the apartment.

Jack was back in LA or something, Kurt couldn't remember how Sebastian had explained his absence. Sebastian himself was off doing something or someone; that suited Kurt just fine, he was used to being alone and found it very renewing. But as he lay there watching some horrible reality TV show on bravo Kurt knew he was stalling and that time was running out. He wasn't a quitter, eventually he'd have to face the music and head back to his place. First there was one other thing to do, talk to Blaine. Kurt figured the best way to start would be to send a text.

Hey you.

Blaine's reply came back about ten minutes later and Kurt let out a breath of relief.

Hey there, you okay?

Better, thanks, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a lot of things.

Forget it Kurt, it's okay. You did nothing wrong.

No, I should have contacted you sooner Blaine.

Yeah maybe.

Want to continue the apology in person, lunch maybe?

I can't Kurt.

Oh...

No! I can't because I'm in a taxi on the way to the airport.

Right NYC, bad timing, sorry.

You're starting to sound like a broken record Kurt.

We're good then? Can we wait till you get back to resolve this.

There's nothing to resolve but yes Kurt, we're good.

Kurt smiled lightly and he thought of the best way to put his feelings into words.

I don't deserve a friend like, you Blaine.

Don't be such a drama queen Kurt

Enjoy the big apple, Blaine.

Intend too, don't miss me too much now and don't kill Sebastian while I'm gone.

I'll try, but I make no promises.
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Sebastian returned home later that evening to discovered Kurt was packed up and ready to head home. He watched Kurt's crouched figure stand back up and discover Sebastian silent arrival. "Heading back to hell huh?" he asked casually.

"No, hell was back home where I grew up. But yes I'm heading back to my place. If I stay any longer I might find my stuff tossed out on the street,"� Kurt explained.

"If you see some well dressed hobos on your way there you'll find out if that's the case."

"Oh hah hah, anyway I'll be out of your hair now and this time I'll let us have our needed distance," Kurt assured him as he walked to the door.

Sebastian reached out and grabbed for Kurt and pulled him close, he squawked in protest as he began to kiss him. Kurt eventually gave up resisting and gave in and his hands dropped to his sides, his bag falling to the floor. He didn't intend to have sex with Sebastian at the moment, but this wasn't so bad. He'd need something to be cheerful about before he headed back home and had to deal with the Mark and Julie train-wreck.

"I dunno, I've gotten used to having your tight ass around here. If anything the place has been cleaner and far better organized. I noticed you alphabetized my gay porn collection,"� Sebastian whispered into Kurt's ear.

"I got bored one night, and you have it out for everyone to see by your TV so I thought I at least get you properly organized. You're not really all that messy either, which was a pleasant surprise. Makes me almost not want to leave, but don't get a big head. I'm not your fucking wife, Sebastian," Kurt hissed.

Sebastian chuckled and he bit Kurt's earlobe lightly causing Kurt to let out a loud moan. "Like I'd ever marry you Kurt, stop dreaming. Never marrying anyone as far as I'm concerned or dating for that part. Don't try to turn me into some stupid domestic," he growled.

"Like I'd even want to, you fucking jackass!"� Kurt shouted.

"That's it. Get pissed you're going to need it back at your place. Just promise me one thing, Kurt,"� Sebastian said softly.

Kurt eyed him reluctantly and he began to shiver. "What?"� he asked softly.

"Let me come over and show this Mark a thing or two. Let him listen to us going at it and have them hear the right way to scream and moan. Let me walk around naked and show him how much I don't care what he thinks about it. Let Julie get all snarly and bitchy and watch her reaction when I don't even flinch. Let me bring them down a peg or two and reminded them that this is our territory. The gays rule out here and they're the minority, so they need to remember their place,"� Sebastian told him as he let go of Kurt and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Shit that's tempting, actually no it's happening. I'll call you when it gets that bad.....which shouldn't be long,"� Kurt muttered as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

"Just don't ask me to be your murder accomplice Hummel!"� Sebastian called after him.

"Bite me!"� Kurt shouted back.