BEEP! BEEP!

Carson groaned and lazily reached a hand out from beneath the warm embrace of his blankets, fumbling around until his fingers closed over the cool metal of his phone. Ugh, I miss the days when people used actual alarm clocks, he thought as he turned off the incessant noise, cursing the fact that he had to be up so early after such a long night. Why the fuck can't school begin at a normal time? Who the fuck is up at 6am? Who the fuck can LEARN at a time like this?

He turned his alarm off and yawned, curling back up under the blankets and telling himself that he would just lay there for five more minutes. Just five more minutes, and then he would get up.

His eyes shot open when he heard the unmistakable sound of Kurt's footsteps walking down the hallway, his twin's delicate yawn sounding from behind his closed bedroom door as he made his way toward the bathroom.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Carson groaned inwardly, suddenly feeling wide awake as he realized that he would have a very long wait for the bathroom ahead of him if he didn't march in there now and start asserting his dominance. He yanked his covers off, not bothering to put on a shirt as he made his way out of his bedroom and toward the bathroom, opening the door assertively and taking a place behind Kurt at the sink.

"Morning, Carson," Kurt greeted him cheerfully.

"What's so good about it?" Carson grumbled as he leaned over Kurt to open the cabinet above the sink, his bare chest making contact against the smooth, satin fabric of his brother's pajama top.

"God, you're such a grump," said Kurt, shaking his head in amusement as he applied a fingerful of white goop to his face. "It's a beautiful morning, the sun is out, we're both alive and well in our little, cozy flat..."

"First of all, it's MY flat, and secondly, I am in absolutely no mood for this little Mary Poppins routine you're trying to pull," muttered Carson sharply as he pulled his shaving supplies out of the cabinet. "I was up late trying to get Max to go the fuck to sleep, and I don't recall getting any help from you."

"Carson, you know I don't do babies very well," Kurt said calmly, catching Carson's eye in the mirror as he rubbed the white goop evenly around his face, resulting in him looking like he was wearing some kind of twisted Halloween mask. "Putting the little terror to bed is YOUR thing. Besides, think about how much you're gonna miss the little darling when we move to London."

"Don't remind me," grumbled Carson.

"About what? Missing Max or moving to London?"

"Both." Carson had been trying hard not to think about what he was going to do once he was in London and had left his childhood town behind. Not only was it going to be difficult to keep up with Max, but he also had Grandma to consider. It wasn't like their mother exactly made it a habit to visit with her. And lord knew, no one else ever did. Once Carson was in London, what then? Who was going to check in on her on a regular basis, make sure she was ok, sit and talk to her? He strongly suspected no one would, and that realization made him feel very guilty indeed about leaving.

"Well, maybe Side Dish will bring him over to our new flat once in a while," said Kurt cheerfully, checking his phone's timer, presumably to see how many more minutes he had to keep the goop on his face.

"Yes, maybe she'll bring him around to my new flat," Carson said pointedly as he spread shaving cream evenly on his face. "And, if you like, you can leave your dorm room and come over to visit with us." He caught Kurt's eye in the mirror again and gave him the sternest glare he could muster between how tired he was and the fact that it was hard to look dignified when you were busy putting stuff all over your face.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Come on, Carson, you're really going to make me live in a dorm room? By myself?"

"Don't be fucking stupid, Kurt, they'll give you a roommate," replied Carson as he finished with the shaving cream and pulled out his razor.

"But what if my roommate is a complete tool?" asked Kurt.

"You already live with me, consider that practice," said Carson casually.

"What if the room is freezing?" Kurt pressed. "What if it smells like stale bread? What if my roommate is a deranged serial killer? What if there isn't enough room in the bathroom for all my stuff?"

"Wow, Kurt, all of those things sound suspiciously like shit that isn't my problem," said Carson as he carefully took the razor to his face and began to glide it down. "If you're that worried about it, get your own flat. I'm sure Mom will give you the money for it."

Kurt was silent for a minute, looking at Carson in the mirror with a mixture of sadness and annoyance on his face. "That isn't the point..."

"Look, Kurt, just because you suck my dick once in a while and let me try out new kinks on you and shit doesn't mean I want to make this a permanent arrangement," said Carson firmly. "We're living separately in the fall and that's it. Now come on, I have a sharp object in my hand. Don't make me use it in an unorthodox way."

Kurt sighed dramatically. "Fine," he said. "I haven't convinced you yet. It'll take more time. I get it."

"Suck my dick all you want, it ain't gonna happen," Carson insisted, wincing as he nicked a small cut into his skin. "Ow."

Kurt turned to face him, making a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue as he reached for a bit of toilet tissue and blotted it gently on the injured skin. "You should be more careful when you're doing that, Carsey," he said as he placed pressure on the cut while Carson stood there, trying to look as annoyed as possible, even though he secretly kind of enjoyed it when Kurt did things like that. Those small things that made him feel taken care of, if a little bit babied. He had to admit (only to himself, obviously) that he would kind of miss those things once they were in London.

But he is NOT moving in with me, I swear to god.

"There," said Kurt, satisfied, as he stuck a new bit of tissue to the cut and took the razor from Carson's hand. He began gently gliding it over his skin and Carson let him do it, fixing a scowl to his face the whole time.

"I'm not a baby, you know," he protested as Kurt expertly finished the shaving job and patted his skin dry with a towel.

"I know," said Kurt, placing a small kiss on the side of Carson's cheek and rubbing the spot gently with his thumb. "But since you're planning to kick me out in the cold as soon as we graduate, there's only so much time I'll be able to do little things like this for you. Master," he added in a whisper near his ear, causing Carson to let out in involuntary shiver. They had taken to getting a little kinkier in the bedroom lately, and "Master" had been uttered quite a few times in recent weeks, as Kurt took a little more delight in being dominated than Carson had expected.

He supposed that counted as one other thing he'd miss in London. One.

Ugh, Carson, don't be fucking stupid. He doesn't have to be living in your flat for you to fuck him.

"Ok, ok, my face is clean, now leave me alone," Carson whined, gathering up the razor and cream and cleaning up the mess that had been left behind, keeping himself busy as he caught Kurt giving him a self-satisfied smirk out of the corner of his eye. They finished their morning routines in relative silence, showering together to save time, and Carson tried his hardest to concentrate on the actual act of showering and not the tantalizing way Kurt's toned body looked with the hot water bouncing off of it.

Behave, he told his dick sternly in his head. Thankfully, it obeyed.

By the time he'd gotten dressed and headed into the kitchen, Kurt was already in there, humming under his breath as he made his morning toast.

"Toast?" he asked Carson as he saw him enter the room.

"Ugh, no. I need real food. It's gonna be a long day," grumbled Carson, rooting around in the cupboard for the box of cereal he knew he'd stashed up there the other day.

"It's in the other cupboard, Carsey," said Kurt without looking at him, and Carson wondered how the fuck he even knew what he was looking for. Fucking twin telepathy.

"It's not, I know I put it up here," Carson insisted grumpily, defiantly waving his hand around the cupboard in vain as his cereal eluded him.

"No, you didn't. You put it in the cupboard with your seven hundred bottles of hot sauce," sighed Kurt, turning around and yanking open the other cupboard, where the cereal box stood proudly, as if taunting Carson. If it could talk, it might as well have been saying "Kurt's right!"

"Yeah, well. Anyone can make a mistake, can't they?" Carson mumbled as he took the box and a bowl and started pouring. He took it to the table and started eating as Kurt sat across from him with his phone and a plate of toast, giving him a triumphant smile.

"Admit it, you'd be lost without me."

"No. Eat your stupid toast.:

Kurt shrugged and opened his phone, tapping away as Carson tiredly chewed his cereal. They ate in peaceful, if awkward, silence for several minutes, until Kurt shifted in his chair and let out a thoughtful "Hmmm." Carson ignored him, focusing on eating because he knew damn well if he asked Kurt what the "Hmmm" was about, it was probably going to be something stupid. Like 2-bedroom London apartment listings.

"Hmmmmmm," Kurt murmured again after a minute, and Carson gnashed the cereal between his teeth into powder as he steadfastly tried to ignore it.

"Interesting," Kurt whispered loudly after another minute of silence, and Carson finally gave up, dropping his spoon into the cereal bowl and sitting back in his chair, giving Kurt a weary, sidelong glance.

"I give up, what are you on about?" he asked with a sigh.

"Hmm? Oh, it... it's really nothing," Kurt said dismissively, even though his face told Carson it damn well was something.

"Yeah, right. It was nothing. That's why you've been "Hmmm"-ing for the past five minutes."

"You're just gonna get annoyed."

"Yeah, probably, but that's pretty much a constant emotion when it comes to living with you," Carson said. "Out with it."

Kurt bit his lip. "I don't knoooow..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Kurt."

Kurt sighed. "Ok. It's just... I just happened to be randomly surfing the internet, and I read some stuff about STDs, and since I worry about you a whole lot, I just... well..."

Carson pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kurt, are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"What? I can't be worried about my big brother?" asked Kurt innocently, giving Carson the puppy eyes he hated, because he couldn't resist them.

"Kurt, you do realize that I'm not a complete idiot who was born yesterday, correct?" asked Carson in frustration. "I do wear condoms when I work, you know. And I get tested regularly. I have too many plans in life to have to deal with a fucking STD. And I know you're an annoying twat, but you aren't so annoying that I want to give you anything, either."

Kurt gave him a tight smile. "Yeah, I know," he said, "But did you ever even consider shit like HPV?"

Carson blinked at him. "Do you just stay up all night plotting new ways to be irritating, or what?"

"I'm serious!" Kurt insisted. "This is stuff you should be thinking about before you go off fu… erm… before you go off doing your work," he corrected himself, gritting his teeth, as though it pained him to call it work instead of something more angry. "HPV can infect areas not covered by condoms, you know."

Carson just looked at him for a long minute as Kurt looked back, his blue eyes large with sincerity and his teeth delicately chewing on his bottom lip.

"Kurt?" said Carson after a moment of silence.

"Yes?" he said hopefully.

"Shut up."

Kurt frowned angrily and thrust his phone in Carson's face. The screen was currently filled up completely with a photo of… well… something disgusting that Carson definitely didn't want to be looking at while he was trying to eat.

"Eeeeew, Kurt, what the fuck is that shit?" he exclaimed, making a horrified face and moving himself as far away from the phone as possible without leaving his chair.

"HPV," answered Kurt smugly as he took in Carson's disgusted expression. "And you know, chances are that you'll eventually contract it, if you haven't already. Many people do, you know."

Carson glared at him. "Ok, genius, then why do you sleep with me if you're so worried about catching sex cooties? And take your phone out of my face. I'm trying to eat, and you're sitting there waving infected dicks at me."

"Not the point," muttered Kurt, pulling his phone back and exiting out of the web browser, plunging the screen back into his screensaver of Taylor Lautner's abs. "The point is that I worry about you. Because I care."

"For the last time, Kurt, I'm clean. I get tested way more than the average person, and I'm sure if I had rotting junk disease, they would have caught it by now," said Carson irritably. "I'm not giving up my job."

"Not even in London?" pressed Kurt.

Carson paused. "No," he said firmly, even though he still wasn't sure if that was the truth or not. "Make that another reason why you need to be in a dorm and not constantly up my ass."

"I thought you liked things up your ass," quipped Kurt.

"Eat your fucking toast, oh my god. We're going to be late for school," Carson grumbled as he spooned the last few bites of cereal into his mouth.

"So what?"

"What do you mean, "So what?" So I want to be a responsible student who isn't late to class because his bratty little brother won't stop running his mouth about infected cock sores," sighed Carson.

"Oh, what does it even matter if we're late for school?" asked Kurt. "We've already been accepted to uni. Would a missed class or two really hurt us that much at this point?"

"Maybe not, but it's better than sitting here listening to you ramble on and on about safe sex."

"Just say I can live with you and I'll shut up."

"No."

Kurt sat back in his seat and fixed Carson with a careful stare that was half exasperation and half something else that Carson couldn't quite identify, but which looked an awful lot like amusement.

"You would miss me and you know it."

"Nope. Sorry."

"Really?" asked Kurt.

"I have never been more serious about anything in my entire life," Carson insisted. "And no amount of dick sucking is going to make me change my mind."

The corners of Kurt's mouth turned up slightly, and he raised one eyebrow as he shifted in his seat. "Ok, then what would make you change your mind?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing at all?" Kurt pressed. "You're seriously telling me you wouldn't miss just being able to grab me and toss me onto your bed whenever you want?" Carson could see that he was getting out of his seat as he spoke, but it didn't register what he was actually doing until he was standing right in front of him, his nice, clean smell radiating off of him like an intoxicating perfume, and Carson folded his arms defiantly as he tried his damndest to stand his ground.

"Nothing. Nada. Absolutely zip. Zero."

"Come oooon," Kurt purred, dropping himself into Carson's lap and straddling him before Carson could wrap his brain around what was going on. "You know you'd be annoyed, not being able to have your way with me any time," he whispered lowly, wrapping his arms around Carson's neck and nuzzling the sensitive skin behind his ear. Carson felt his resolve melting away with every passing second, and it severely pissed him off, especially when he found his hands automatically placing themselves around Kurt's waist to keep him steady as his twin worked his magic. His stupid, stupid magic.

"Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now, after I just fucking said I didn't want to be late for school?" Carson said, keeping his voice firm so that Kurt would understand how very not ok this was.

"Mmm, maybe," murmured Kurt against his skin, and Carson felt his eyes starting to roll back in his head.

"You're being a jerk," grumbled Carson. "If this is supposed to be changing my mind about London, you are seriously doing it very, very wrong."

"If I'm being that naughty, maybe you should punish me," whispered Kurt. "Master," he added seductively, grinding his hips slightly against him, and Carson had a brief mental battle with himself over whether it would make him look weak if he just tore Kurt's clothes off right then and there and had a quickie. He wouldn't necessarily have to miss the whole day of school, just one class….

"Make me sorry," Kurt continued with another grind of his hips, and that decided it. Carson tightened his grip around Kurt's waist and collided their lips together, hungrily kissing him in a mesh of lips, teeth, and tongue as Kurt groaned delightedly at the contact. He pulled Kurt's lips with his teeth, forcing his tongue inside to slide deliciously against his brother's, the cool metal of Kurt's tongue ring making the experience ten times more intense.

"You are such a bad boy," Carson said lowly, moving his lips over to Kurt's neck and sucking hard at Kurt's favorite spot, causing his twin to let out a moan that echoed throughout the flat. "Such a naughty boy, trying to get me to be late for school because you can't control yourself." He reached one hand down to feel Kurt's crotch through the fabric of his jeans. His brother was already getting hard, and Carson could feel the radiating heat even through the layers.

"I could pull you out of your pants and make you come right here," he whispered in Kurt's ear as he continued palming his clothed cock. "I could jerk you off, or I could get on my knees and suck you dry until you spill every last drop down my throat."

"Carson," Kurt panted, thrusting up into his hand.

"Mmm. I could do that, yes," Carson murmured. "But that would be giving you what you want, and naughty boys who don't listen to me shouldn't be rewarded so quickly. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked, punctuating that last question with a well-timed slap on Kurt's ass.

"Ah," Kurt yelped, jumping at the contact and shivering. Carson grinned, sucking a hickey into the tender skin of his neck as he pulled his hand further away, letting Kurt whine as he thrust in vain, trying to get the friction back against his arousal.

"No, if you're going to make me late, we're going to make it worth my time," Carson said. He placed his hands under Kurt's ass and stood up in one swift motion, carrying him to the bedroom and putting him unceremoniously down onto the floor. "Strip," he ordered, as he began working on his own clothes. Kurt hurried to obey, stumbling a little as he carefully but hastily yanked everything off. Carson, meanwhile, had gotten naked very quickly and was rooting around in his sex drawer for the supplies he planned to use during this encounter. He found what he was looking for and took the items out, presenting them to Kurt with a wicked grin as his twin's eyes widened.

"Get on the bed, naughty boy," Carson demanded, and Kurt obeyed instantly, climbing onto the bed as he fixed his eager eyes on Carson.

"Look at you," Carson said thoughtfully as he stood and looked Kurt over, from his hair to his body to the jutting erection proudly announcing its presence between his legs. "Look at how hard you are for me. All I have to do is tell you to strip, and your cock is already hard and throbbing. You love stripping for me, don't you?" He climbed up on the bed and on top of Kurt, straddling his chest as Kurt gulped and looked at him with nervous but curious eyes.

"Carson?"

"Don't speak," Carson ordered, and Kurt bit his lip, his breath catching in his throat as Carson grabbed both of his wrists and held them above his head. He tied them together with a silk tie he'd taken from the drawer, tying the other end to the headboard so that Kurt was powerless to do much except stare, his breathing increasing rapidly as Carson roughly slapped his thigh.

"My my, isn't this a picture," Carson mused out loud as Kurt's chest heaved with the deep breaths he was taking, his wrists straining against the tie. "I could do anything to you right now, and you'd let me. You'd have no choice."

"No choice," Kurt repeated eagerly, moaning as Carson trailed a teasing finger across his chest to toy with one nipple. "Aaaah… you can do anything."

"Fuck yeah, I can," agreed Carson. He maneuvered himself beside Kurt, positioning himself so that his hardening cock was hanging directly in his face. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, babe? My cock close enough to suck?" A smile came over Kurt's face, and he stuck his tongue out to try to lick the tip, but the restraints held him too close to the bed for him to reach.

"That's my baby, always hungry for Master's cock," Carson murmured, slipping into dominant mode as he scooted closer so Kurt could reach him. "Suck," he ordered. "This is what you wanted."

A blush crept over Kurt's delicate features, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he stuck his tongue out again and gave the head of Carson's dick kitten licks. Carson closed his eyes and moaned, enjoying the sensation for a moment but not allowing himself to get too caught up in it. He stood up when he'd had enough, causing Kurt to groan and glare at him.

"Carsooon!"

"Relax," Carson admonished him, reaching for the cockring he'd brought over to the bed. It was brand new. He'd gotten it especially for these sessions with Kurt, and it was made of a light silicone because Kurt was still relatively new at using them. They'd have to work their way up to anything stronger, Carson knew.

"Oh, god," Kurt moaned when he felt the cockring being slipped onto his throbbing erection. Carson grinned, making sure it was fully in place before settling back down on the bed.

"You know, Kurt," he said, running a hand down Kurt's chest and giving his dick a few teasing strokes. "I've always thought it was such a shame we never made more use of how flexible you are. I mean, shit, I've seen you do full splits and we hardly ever take advantage of that gift. Really, I'm ashamed of us." He took hold of each of Kurt's ankles, lifting his legs up until he was almost bending him in half. "Mmm, look at that. Looks like someone can practically suck their own dick if they wanted to."

Kurt's eyes widened as he caught on to what Carson was asking for. "I… but…. I can't…"

"Yes, you can," said Carson calmly, bending him a bit more so that Kurt's own cock was bobbing in his face, plenty close enough for him to reach with his lips if he really wanted to. "You're so hungry for cock you don't even care if it's your own."

"But…"

"Suck."

Kurt hesitated for a few more seconds before tentatively leaning his head forward and giving a cautious lick to the head of his own dick. The sight alone almost made Carson come, but he quickly collected himself, watching with fascination as Kurt gave it another lick, and then another and another, until he had finally fit the entire head into his mouth. Kurt's face was a mixture of shock and curiosity as he locked eyes with Carson, who gave him an encouraging nod.

"Good boy. Very good boy," he purred approvingly, letting go of one of Kurt's legs so he could reach down and stroke teasingly at his balls. "Keep going until I tell you to stop." The sight and sound of Kurt moaning around his own erection wasn't one that Carson would soon forget. The image itself, in fact, was so beautiful that he couldn't decide whether it was porn or art. Kurt, with his legs behind his ears, his face flushed beet red as he struggled to work his lips around himself and moaned unlike any porn star who had ever existed. It was the best thing Carson had ever seen in his life.

Jesus fucking CHRIST. Carson felt his own erection growing harder and more insistent, but he ignored it, watching Kurt fellate himself with unbridled fascination.

"Does that taste good, Kurt?" Carson asked gruffly, stroking Kurt's balls as his brother continued sucking. "Having your own slutty cock in your mouth? You don't even need me anymore, do you? You can just get yourself off and I don't ever have to worry about rewarding naughty boys ever again."

Kurt let out a loud, desperate moan, and his legs quivered from the effort of being held up in one position for so long. Carson took pity on him and brought his legs down, Kurt's cock slipping out of his mouth with a loud, obscene pop.

"Oh… my…. god…" Kurt panted, his cheeks flushed red and his breath coming out in short gasps as he strained against the tie holding him to the headboard. "I… you… what the fuck…"

"Well, now we know exactly how flexible you can be, don't we?" Carson crooned. He took a second silk tie and slowly brushed it over Kurt's throbbing arousal, causing his twin to throw his head back and curse under his breath at the sensation.

"God," he moaned, and Carson grinned as he worked the tie over him.

"Exactly," he agreed. "Now open your mouth."

"Wha.." Kurt began, but he was interrupted as Carson shoved the tie inside his mouth, gagging him so that the only noise he could make was an indignant grunt, his steely blue eyes narrowing at him.

"That's better," said Carson cheerfully, flicking a nipple just to see Kurt's reaction. "I like you a lot more when you don't talk." He reached for a condom, slipping it over his own cock and lubing it up just a little before positioning himself on top of him so that he was holding himself up with his arms, his erection barely brushing Kurt's.

"Now, I bet you think I'm gonna give in and fuck you," said Carson as he teasingly ground his hips against Kurt's. "I bet you think I'm going to bend you over and pound that tight little ass of yours until you can't sit right for a month, don't you?" Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head as Carson circled his hips at a slightly faster pace, but still torturously slow. "I admit, I'm tempted, because you have the uncanny ability to make me so fucking horny, but you're just so…. fucking….. naughty," he said, emphasizing each word with a slap to Kurt's thigh. Kurt was moaning wantonly against the tie in his mouth, his hands straining as he bucked his hips up against Carson's, desperately trying to get more friction.

"You've been bad, Kurt, so you don't get to be fucked," Carson continued, rolling his hips and shivering a little at how good Kurt's erection felt against his own. "You don't get to wrap those delicious cherry lips around my cock," he said, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm start to brew deep in his stomach. "You don't… mmm… you don't get to feel me pull your hair and unload in your mouth. You don't get to feel me deep inside your ass. You don't get any of that today," he babbled, thrusting faster against Kurt until he felt himself close to the edge.

"And...and… fuck…. and most of all…" Carson moaned, biting his lip and grunting out his pleasure as he finally reached his climax, spilling into the condom with enough force to make himself dizzy. "Most of all," he continued, trying to regain his breath as he recovered from his orgasm, "You don't fucking get to come." He got off of Kurt, disposing of the condom before yanking the tie out of his mouth and untying his hands. Kurt gave him a glare that could kill, seizing the opportunity to lay into him as soon as he could talk again.

"Carson, what the fuck!" he demanded as Carson helped him remove the cockring.

"Mmm, I think I was pretty clear, Kurt," answered Carson calmly. "Master isn't happy with you, so you don't get to come."

"You are such an asshole," muttered Kurt, biting his lip, as if he were trying to stave off crying. "You can't just tease me like that, it's cruel!"

Carson handed him his clothes and shrugged. "I said I didn't want to be late for school."

"Uuuuuugh," grumbled Kurt.

"If I were you, I would try to keep sweet," admonished Carson, leaning over him on the bed and locking eyes with him as Kurt leaned back. "Or I won't let you come tonight, either." He gave Kurt's neck one hard suck before grinning and standing back up, pulling the rest of his clothes on while Kurt gulped.

"Why do you have to be so hot and a jerk at the same time?"

"It's a gift," said Carson cheekily. "Now get dressed and let's get to school."

Kurt stretched out on his bed on Thursday afternoon the following week, his head resting against the pillows as he looked down at the phone in his hand, contemplating what he was about to do. Or, rather, what he really wanted to do, but wasn't sure he could.

It had been a crazy few weeks ever since he and Carson had both been accepted to uni and had started taking the tentative steps toward changing their entire lives and leaving their childhoods behind. And, while Carson was clearly running full steam ahead and couldn't wait to leave Bristol, Kurt was... well. Kurt wasn't quite as enthusiastic as his twin, that was for sure. He was excited for university, of course. He hadn't been sure that he would even be accepted anywhere, much less a good London school. Despite the image he projected to the world, he wasn't so confident in himself that he thought he was invincible. That was for the Carsons in the academic world, not him.

Now he'd been accepted, and he was happy, but yet, there was a certain feeling of unexplained melancholia he couldn't quite get a grip on. It wasn't that he wasn't looking forward to starting university and all that came with it. It was just that, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the first time in his entire life that he would be away from everything he thought of as home. It scared him to think that, in just a few short months, he would be leaving behind everything he had ever known and starting a new life in a brand new city, and he wouldn't have any sort of familiar comfort available to him at all. Half the reason he had applied to a London school was so he could be near Carson. His twin was already practically all he had left, since he couldn't say he had much of a family anymore. Carson was it, and Kurt wanted more than anything to be with him as they started their new lives together, helping each other along the way. Well... more like Carson charging ahead like a bull in a china shop, and Kurt feeling the familiar comfort of his brother being around, just like always. He didn't want to be alone, but, more than that, he loved Carson too much to let him go so easily.

And Carson sure as hell was making it as difficult as possible. No matter what Kurt tried, or how often he let Carson have his way with him, or how much he begged and pleaded without actually letting on just how desperate he was, his twin just was not budging on the living together issue, and Kurt was almost at a loss for what to do about it. More and more, it was looking like he was going to have to face his new life in a cold, lonely dorm room, with a roommate who was probably going to smell like old Doritos.

Maybe I should start trying to win Carson over with food. It can't possibly hurt, since nothing else is working.

He sighed and snapped himself out of his thoughts, his thumb tracing the screen of his phone as he scrolled through his contacts. He wasn't sure exactly what was making him want to do this, but he figured it probably was a manifestation of his inner turmoil over just how topsy turvy his life was about to become. He really needed some comforting words from someone who would just listen to him complain without making him feel like an annoyance.

I don't think you're gonna get that from her, his brain nagged at him, and Kurt rolled his eyes and told his brain to shut the hell up. He took a deep breath and pressed the button, bringing the phone to his ear and listening to it ring. And ring. And ring. He was just about to give up and end the call when the other end was finally picked up and his mother's familiar voice echoed from the speaker into his ear.

"Hello?"

"H...Hi, Mom," Kurt stammered, suddenly at a loss as to what to say. He still wasn't even sure why the hell he was calling his mother, other than the fact that he knew his dad had pretty much written him off from the moment he'd caught him with Carson in the kitchen all that time ago. But Mom hasn't yet… right? I mean, she even tried to apologize to Carson, so… Of course, he hadn't actually spoken to his mom since he had moved with Carson, so he didn't actually know where he stood with her.

"Kurt?" Sheryl's voice interrupted his thoughts, and Kurt cleared his throat and nodded, even though he knew that was stupid, since she couldn't see him.

"Hi," he said again. "Um... how are you?"

"I don't know," Sheryl slurred, and Kurt realized, with a sinking stomach, that she was probably drunk and this was the worst time to try to have this conversation. "What do you want?"

Kurt bit his lip, determined to keep going, even though he could already tell that this conversation wasn't going to end very well. "I wanted to tell you that I got accepted into uni, Mom."

"That's niiice, baby," his mom answered drunkenly. "Proud of you."

Kurt smiled into the phone. "Thanks. It's in London, and..."

"London?"

"Yeah."

"So far away," murmured Sheryl. "Why are you going so far away? I thought you'd come home and stay with me while you went."

Kurt sighed. "Well, see, Carson is going to uni in London, too, so..."

"Oh," said Sheryl, sounding both disappointed and like she knew he was going to say that. "I should have known."

Kurt paused for a moment. "What?"

"Always you're following him. I figured he'd go far away for college. I should have known you'd follow him. Like a puppy. You left me to go live with him and now you're both gonna leave me forever."

Kurt frowned. "Mom, we aren't leaving forever...you... you didn't really think I was going to stay home to go to uni, did you? I mean..."

"I hoped," interrupted Sheryl. "But I guess we can't always get what we want."

"Mom, you're happy for me, aren't you?" Kurt pressed, blinking back tears. This wasn't going the way he would have liked at all. "You're happy for us?"

"Yeah. Proud," Sheryl answered shortly, accenting her words with a drunken burp into the phone. "Real proud. So, how is he? Carson. How's Carson?"

"He... he's ok," Kurt answered. There was silence for a few moments on the other end of the phone, and Kurt didn't know whether that was because Sheryl was contemplating what he'd said, or if she was just pouring more alcohol down her throat and couldn't answer.

"Mom?"

"Mmm?"

Kurt sighed, throwing caution to the wind. Even if his mother wasn't listening to him, he'd at least be able to get a few weights off his chest. "Look, Mom, I'm not going to lie, ok? I'm actually... I'm pretty scared of starting university. I mean, not that I don't want to go, but it's just... I'll be all alone, and I don't... I don't know what I'm doing," he continued, feeling more tears springing to his eyes as he spoke. "I've never been on my own before, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do, and Carson... Carson..." He trailed off, not knowing how to finish that statement. "I know we've all had our problems, but I could really use a parent right now to tell me it's going to be ok. You know?" He wiped his eyes on the back of his hand and waited for something, anything, in response, but all he got was his mother's breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Mom?" he asked tentatively.

"Kurt, ugh, I have a headache right now," said Sheryl. "I can't deal with these problems, ok? Can we put this off for a few days?"

"I just..." Kurt began, but the sound of breaking glass and a muttered "Shit" on the other end of the phone silenced him as he listened to his mother shuffling around, presumably trying to clean up whatever she'd just spilled.

"Kurt, I don't know why you don't just stay here with me," she said, sounding far away from the phone. "There's no need for all this whining, you can just come home. Bring Carson if you want. I don't mind if you both live here with me. I'd like it."

"But Mom..."

"Ugh, Kurt, I don't want to argue with you right now, ok? I have to go. Call me later, ok?"

"But..."

"Love you. Say hi to Carson, ok?" she said, and Kurt heard a click as the call ended and his home screen lit up the phone. Well, that went about as well as a talk with Carson, he thought bitterly as he placed the phone on his night table and threw his head back against the pillows. I see where Carson got it from.

A knocking on the flat door interrupted his little pity party, and he groaned out loud as he contemplated not answering. He was in no mood for visitors right now, especially since he never knew if it was going to be one of Carson's sleazy customers on the other side of the door who wouldn't realize right away that he had the wrong twin.

"Go away, we're not home!" he shouted, poking his head out of his bedroom.

"It's Sebastian, Kurt!" came a muffled voice from out in the hallway.

"Great," Kurt muttered to himself. "Something I needed even more than a sleazy customer."

"Carson isn't home!" he barked, wiping away the overflow of tears and trying to sound as bitchy as normal.

"I know, I left my jacket here the other day," Sebastian replied.

"Too bad for you," said Kurt.

"Kurt, come on, all I want to do is just come in for a minute, get my jacket, and I promise I'll leave right after," said Sebastian pleadingly. "We don't even have to talk."

"Promises, promises."

"Pleeeease," Sebastian wheedled, and Kurt sighed heavily as he made his way toward the door, hurriedly wiping his eyes one last time and hoping his face didn't look puffy.

"Hurry up," he greeted the other boy when he opened the door, and Sebastian nodded, giving him a mock salute as he entered the flat.

"On my honor as a gentleman," he assured him, stepping all the way in and closing the door behind him.

"Don't make me giggle," muttered Kurt, flopping down on the couch in the living room and picking up a copy of a fashion magazine as Sebastian followed him, grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair and tucking it under his arm as he gave Kurt a curious look.

"What, do I have something on my face?" snapped Kurt.

Sebastian shook his head. "No, it's just... are you ok?"

"Never better, Sebastian, why do you ask?" muttered Kurt, pretending to be engrossed in his magazine.

"Well, it's just that you've clearly been crying, so that means that either Jennifer Lawrence said something extremely moving in that magazine interview, or something is up that's making you sad."

"How intuitive of you," said Kurt. "You should open a psychic reading business, because your ability to read minds is just tops."

"Heeey, you don't have to be so mean," said Sebastian, sounding wounded. "I was just asking."

"Well, it's none of your business, ok?" snapped Kurt irritably. "Collect your stupid jacket and leave. I'm sure there's probably some unsuspecting, blushing virgin waiting for you in the bathroom at a club somewhere."

"Hey!" Sebastian exclaimed. "Come on, do you have to be like that? Is it a crime to care about your feelings? We are... we're friends, right? I mean, even despite all the shit? We... we are, aren't we?" He sounded strangely hopeful, and Kurt sighed as he gave up trying to look like he was paying any attention at all to the magazine.

"Why do you even care?" asked Kurt. "I didn't see a whole lot of caring about my feelings when you were-"

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Kurt, come off of that," snapped Sebastian. "Seriously, we've been over this ad nauseum for months now. I made some mistakes, I fucked up, I admit it, and I'm sorry. Can we please just acknowledge that and try to move on?"

Kurt fixed him with an icy glare. "Wow, I can really tell how much you care about my feelings with that attitude. What a knight."

Sebastian sighed and sat down on the couch beside him, looking as if he expected to be pushed away. "Look, Kurt, I know I've hurt you. We… we've all hurt each other. It's not like I'm the only one who fucked up here. You did, Carson did, I did. There's just been a fucking volcano of hurt all around. Ok? I get that. But, now that the end of the year is coming soon, and we're all graduating, and god only knows what the future's going to bring, can't we just….. I don't know. Can we try to just repair the damage? Does there have to be such tension and hostility between all of us all the time?"

Kurt looked down at the coffee table, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Kurt, I really… I…" Sebastian trailed off, sighing without finishing his sentence. "I still want to be your friend. If you'll let me. I genuinely do care about why you were crying."

Kurt felt fresh tears threaten to well up in his eyes at those words, but he refused to let them completely form. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me?"

Kurt chanced a sidelong look at him. He was sitting with his jacket folded in his lap, his hands nervously crunching through the material as he waited anxiously for Kurt's answer. It was kind of cute, but there was no way in hell Kurt would ever admit that to him.

And…. he was offering to listen. Which was more than anyone else had done lately.

Kurt took a deep breath. "You know I got into uni in London, right?"

"What? You did?" said Sebastian, smiling at him. "No, I didn't know! That's awesome! Which one?"

"Roehampton," said Kurt, returning the smile. "Carson's going to City."

Sebastian's smile faltered ever so slightly, but remained in place. "So you guys would be…"

"In the same city, yes," said Kurt. "But clearly not in the same flat, because he's made it more than clear I'm not welcome. I'm gonna have to live in a dorm, and I just…"

"Yes?" Sebastian pressed.

Kurt let out a breath. "Look, you know how shit the last year has been for me, right? For me and Carson, really, and I know he's battling his own stuff, but he doesn't understand how I feel about… about everything. About graduating, about uni, about moving to London and leaving everything behind that I've known my whole life…." He paused, feeling stupid for pouring out so much of his soul to Sebastian, of all people, but it did feel good to be talking while someone was actually listening.

"I feel so…. lost," he continued. "In a few months, my whole life will be different. Literally, all of it. I'll be in a new city, a new school, trying to become an adult, and I know I can do it, I know I'm strong enough, but I just…. I'm scared. And Carson, he's all I'm going to have with me, he's all that will be familiar, and I need to be with him. I love him so much, I need him to take my hand so we can take those first steps into adulthood together, but he's just so stubborn. I keep trying to convince him to let me move in with him there, and he just refuses to listen. I don't want to force it like I did here, but I really don't want to start this alone."

He felt the tears he had pushed away earlier bubbling to the surface as he broke down, conscious of the fact that Sebastian was watching him at his most vulnerable and unsure how he felt about that. "I just want him to love me like he used to, and I'm afraid it's too late," he choked out as a hot tear fell down his cheek and landed on the back of his hand. "God, look at me. Crying about it like a toddler. I feel like such a moron."

"Hey," said Sebastian gently, tentatively taking Kurt's hand and rubbing it gently with his thumb. "You are not a moron. Ok? All this shit? It's completely normal. Everyone feels that way about change. It's scary as fuck. Have you even tried talking to Carson about it? I mean, without the moving in stuff."

Kurt shook his head. "Not exactly."

"Well, he probably feels the s… erm. Well. He's Carson, so you never know, but he probably at least feels some of the same things you do, even if he doesn't know it," said Sebastian. "Considering he would have to get his head out of his ass for five minutes to process those thoughts."

Kurt snorted in spite of himself, and Sebastian grinned. "I made you laugh. See?"

"Fuck you," said Kurt with a smile.

"And as far as moving in with Carson, well…. I guess you have two choices here. You can either move into a dorm room and keep working on him until he gives in, or, you could just do what you did here and move in whether he likes it or not," Sebastian continued. "I mean, I know you said you didn't want to force it, but, well. You know how difficult he can be. Sometimes forcing him to accept things is the only way you can get through to him."

"I guess," sighed Kurt. "But I really wish things could be the way they used to be between us."

"I know," Sebastian said sympathetically. "Believe me, we all have our regrets."

Kurt gave him a tiny smile, and Sebastian returned it, his hand still holding Kurt's. He seemed to realize it at the same time as Kurt did and hurriedly dropped it, placing both hands back on his crumpled jacket.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

Sebastian looked at him curiously. "Do you, um…. do you think we could try to be… like…. friends again? I know you're still pissed about everything, but…"

Kurt sighed and took his hand back, smiling at him through his drying tears. "I forgive you," he said with an embarrassed shrug. "I guess I did a long time ago, but I was just being an ass about it because it was easier to be mad at you than deal with it. I understand what you were trying to do."

"Really?" asked Sebastian hopefully.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah."

The grin on Sebastian's face then could have lit up a city full of Christmas trees. "Oh my god, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that. I hated having you mad at me. Though it was sort of hot."

"Come here, you idiot," Kurt said with a laugh, pulling Sebastian into a hug. "Hey, Sebastian?" he said as he felt the other boy returning the hug eagerly.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for listening," said Kurt quietly. He felt Sebastian's hands rub gently at his back a few times in acknowledgement.

"Any time," he answered, just as the flat door opened and Carson sauntered in, throwing his school bag in the hallway and making his way into the living room.

"Aaaaw, isn't that the sweetest little picture you ever did see?" he said, his voice laced with sarcastic sweetness as he took in the sight of Kurt and Sebastian hugging. "Should I book you two a room? Maybe have some champagne in a bucket of ice and some rose petals scattered on the bed?"

"Carson," Kurt admonished him, pulling away from Sebastian and rolling his eyes.

"Kurt and I were just discussing our plans for after graduation," said Sebastian tactfully. "I heard about City. Congrats, man."

"Thank you," said Carson graciously. "It won't be easy bending an entirely new school to my will, but I'm up to the challenge. Where are you going to uni?"

"Oh, I don't think I am right away," said Sebastian with a shrug. "I might take a year off. You know, clear my head, find myself, shit like that. Maybe I'll go to Paris for a bit."

"Uuuungh, Paris," moaned Kurt. "Take me with you."

"You can't go to Paris, you'll be busy with your studies in London," Carson said. "What a shame. Sebastian, get lost, you're in my seat."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but stood up with his jacket and checked his watch. "I should be going, anyway. My dad wants me to meet him at-"

"Ooooh," said Carson with a grin as he sat in the vacated spot on the couch. "How is your hot daddy? Still a hot piece of ass, I trust?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna go," said Sebastian. "I'll see you guys in school." Kurt watched him go and turned his attention to Carson, who was pulling open his laptop and typing away on a blank Word document.

"So what were you and Sebastian really talking about?" asked Carson casually as he typed. "Were you gaining his trust so you can bury him in the park or something?"

"No, we just…. we've repaired our friendship a bit, that's all," said Kurt, scooting closer to Carson and resting his chin on his shoulder. "What are you working on?"

"Stuff."

"Can I help?"

"Not really."

"Can I sit here and hug you like a pillow?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Can I do it anyway while you whine and moan and roll your eyes, but eventually give in because I'm an adorable little panda bear?"

Carson sighed. "Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Then yes."

"Good," said Kurt with a smile, snuggling closer and breathing in the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and laundry detergent radiating off of Carson's hoodie.

"But you're gonna make it up to me in bed later."

Kurt shivered with delighted anticipation. "Hey….. Carson?"

Carson sighed. "Yes?"

"Do you, um… I mean… when you think about starting uni, just…. do you ever get, like…. nervous or…?"

Carson looked at him oddly. "Why the fuck would I be nervous? Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of this shit? I mean, yeah, it'll be new at first, but I'm totally ready. Aren't you?"

Kurt gave him a small smile. "I guess so," he lied, resting his head back on Carson's shoulder, intent on enjoying the moment before he inevitably got shooed away.

Carson lay wide awake, listening to the sounds of traffic outside the window as he replayed the events of the past few hours in his mind. It had been excellent sex, of course, it always was. Especially now that they had their weird, semi-dominant relationship going on during the act. Carson wasn't entirely sure how they had progressed from simple sex to the kinkiest shit, complete with spanking, handcuffs, blindfolds, and, on one particularly memorable occasion, a feather boa. But he was going to enjoy the fuck out of it before the time came when they couldn't do it as regularly as they were now. It was so much better than the sex he had for work. He sometimes heard the nagging echo of something he had once heard Santana say to Brittany years ago, that "With feelings, it's better."

Yeah, well, Santana can shut the fuck up.

He turned his attention to Kurt, who was fast asleep beside him, snuggled up as close as he could possibly be without actually sharing the same body. Carson pretended plenty of times to be annoyed by this, but truthfully, more and more often lately he found himself really enjoying these times, when Kurt was oblivious to the world and Carson was free to just look at him, to take in the breathtaking beauty that was his twin's body, especially his face. He had the features of an angel, his cute little upturned nose sometimes twitched in his sleep like a rabbit, and Carson liked to take a finger sometimes and gently trace the lines formed by his freckles.

Which was what he found himself doing now, as he held Kurt a bit closer so that he could feel his heart beating against his own. He lightly touched the freckles dotting his twin's otherwise porcelain skin, wondering why Kurt insisted on hiding them under so much makeup when they were so cute.

It was times like these, when Carson was free to look and admire and hold him close, that it really hit him how hard he was starting to fall over him again. And, quite honestly, as much as it scared him and pissed him off, it also made him stop to think every once in a while. It made him wonder whether it would really be that bad if they gave a proper relationship another try. He felt this way for a few moments at a time, and then he was usually able to shake himself out of it and back to solid reality.

But still. Nothing was stopping him from enjoying the few moments he could steal where he was free to just hold him and imagine.

He gazed down at Kurt's face, gently stroking his cheek with one finger as Kurt's nose twitched and he sighed in his sleep. Carson smiled to himself, leaning down to place a soft, tender kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Love you," he whispered, holding his twin close, his heart bursting with affection at the moment. Carson attributed it to the afterglow.

"Mmm… Carsey?" Kurt murmured, his eyes fluttering open to reveal more and more of the ocean-blue color illuminated in the moonlight. Carson's stomach flipped as he tried to look as casual as it was possible to look while, essentially, cuddling.

"Kurt?"

"Did you just kiss me?" asked Kurt with a sleepy yawn, and Carson groaned inwardly, kicking himself for not making sure Kurt was actually asleep before he went and got all sentimental and shit.

"No," he lied.

Kurt's eyes opened wider as he stirred into fuller alertness. He fixed them on Carson as they lit up mischievously. "Yes you did."

"No, I didn't."

"You did. I felt it."

"It was a spider."

"No, I'm pretty sure those were your lips," grinned Kurt.

"You can prove nothing," grumbled Carson.

"Carson kissed meeeeeeee," Kurt teased, snuggling closer to him and planting a wet kiss on his shoulder.

"Shut uuuuuup."

"No."

"Let it go."

"Neverrrr."

"I had a moment of pure weakness, and it will never happen again," said Carson. "Now shut up and go to sleep. Preferably in your own bed."

"I'm not leaving this bed," said Kurt defiantly. "It's too nice and warm in here with you."

"Kurt, get out.'

"No."

"Now."

"You'll have to kill me first."

Carson sighed. "Fine. You can stay. But you're not allowed to talk."

"If I talk, do I get punished?" Kurt asked coyly, stroking one finger down Carson's chest and toying with one nipple.

"No," Carson replied calmly, removing Kurt's hand from his chest, even though he was enjoying it. "If you talk, you get escorted out of this room and get to spend the rest of the night in your own damn bed. Now let's get some sleep, we have to catch the train early tomorrow." The boys were planning to spend the weekend in London participating in guided orientation tours for prospective students at their individual universities. Carson wanted to apartment hunt while he was there, but he would probably have to do it secretly. The very last thing he needed was Kurt tagging along as if he were going to be living in said flat.

"Kiss my nose again," Kurt said teasingly.

"Kurt, I swear to god…"

"Ok, ok. Sheesh," Kurt grumbled. "Get a sense of humor, will you?" He settled in beside Carson and sighed, his breath warm on his skin. Carson felt him fall asleep, not daring to look down at his face again, lest Kurt open his eyes and never let him hear the end of it.

He wondered if Kurt had heard him say he loved him.

He didn't know if he hoped for that or not.

"So, over in this building, you have the campus library, which is one of the best ones in all of London…."

The tour guide droned on, but Kurt wasn't really listening. He hadn't been paying much attention to anything , really, since the night before, when he had felt Carson's lips on him, as clear as anything, no matter how hard his twin tried to deny it. He'd felt it. It had happened. He'd whispered something, too, but Kurt hadn't been quite awake enough to hear what it was. All he knew afterwards was that Carson was extremely emphatetic that he drop the subject. Which, naturally, Kurt had refused to do. He'd taken the opportunity to bring it up repeatedly throughout the morning, including on the train, because he didn't want to let it go. He wanted Carson to face it instead of running away from it, because he felt as if this was exactly the foot in the door he needed.

"Just admit you love me, and I'll shut up about it," Kurt had pressed, choosing to ignore his twin's ever more annoyed eye rolls every time he did it.

"I love you…. as my brother," replied Carson irritably. "It doesn't have to mean anything if you kiss your brother on the nose from time to time. I don't know, maybe you just weren't annoying me so much in that moment."

"You didn't kick me out of bed, though," Kurt continued.

"You fell asleep as soon as we finished fucking. What was I supposed to do, drag your dead weight down the hall?' asked Carson. "I'd give myself a hernia."

"Hey!" protested Kurt, offended.

"You know what I meant," Carson mumbled. "Just get it through your head that what we do? It's sex. It's just sex. That's it. That's all it ever was and all it ever will be."

"But…"

"Look, Kurt, fucking drop it, ok?" Carson had finally snapped as the train got closer to London. "Seriously, fucking drop it. This is technically the first weekend of the next phase of our lives, and you're being annoying."

"Fine, but you did kiss me," Kurt grumbled, crossing his arms and staring out the window.

"Ok, you know what?" said Carson in exasperation. "I'm at the end of my rope. Here's what I want you to do, Kurt. When you're at your orientation, I want you to pick a guy. Any guy. It doesn't matter. Pick one, and hook up with him."

"What?" exclaimed Kurt, horrified. "Why?"

"Because that's exactly what I plan to do at mine, and you need to do the same so that when we're in our hotel room later, having sex, we'll be on equal playing fields and nobody will have anything to bitch and sulk about," replied Carson. "I'm serious. Find a guy and fuck his brains out. Pick the hottest one you can find."

"How about no?" retorted Kurt, crossing his arms angrily.

Carson shrugged. "Have it your way. I would hate for you to miss out on a fun college experience because you're hung up on a guy who has told you repeatedly it's not gonna happen."

"You're a jerk," said Kurt, sulking as he looked out the window, avoiding Carson's eyes.

Carson sighed. "Look, Kurt, I'm trying to help you move on, here."

"Are you seriously telling me you wouldn't feel any jealousy at all if I chose a random guy to hook up with this weekend?" snapped Kurt, turning back to look at his twin with fire in his eyes. "None? Not even a little bit?"

"...No," Carson replied, but the half sexond of hesitation told Kurt that he was lying right through his teeth. He would be so jealous he'd be spitting nails, and he's trying to tell me he'd be fine with this?

"You're a fucking liar and you know it," said Kurt, after a moment of irritated silence "Maybe I will find a guy, and I'll tell you all the dirty details later, and make you listen to every last filthy word. Hmm? Maybe I'll do that, and you're seriously telling me that wouldn't bother you at all."

"Nope."

"Fine."

"Fine."

The rest of the train ride had been sufficiently awkward, and Kurt hadn't seen Carson since they'd checked into their hotel room several hours before. Which was just as well, since even that had resulted in an argument about which side of the bed belonged to who.

"That building over there is the science building," the tour guide continued, snapping Kurt out of his thoughts. "It has the best and most top-of-the-line equipment in the labs, which are…"

Kurt tuned out again, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check his messages and Facebook notifications. He was so not in the right mindset right now to pay attention to the tour. He was already planning to attend in the fall, so what did it matter?

"Nice lock screen," said the voice next to him, and Kurt turned to see a guy who, he was pretty sure, hadn't been part of the tour group a few minutes ago. "I take it you're a Twilight fan, which, I have to say, is kind of disappointing because it means my sophistication radar is severely broken."

"Excuse me?" asked Kurt, glaring at the stranger. "I fail to see what business it is of yours who or what is on my lock screen, or what movies I may or may not enjoy."

"Ah, but you are feisty. I was right about that."

"Ok, who the hell are you?" Kurt demanded, growing more and more irritated with the guy by the second, even if he was kind of cute.

The guy cocked his head to the side, making a lock of curly hair fall just so above his eyebrow. "Jesse St. James. Third year. I sometimes tag along on the new student orientations just to assess the fresh meat and figure out if any of them will be potential competition or scene partners in the coming year. And you have theater written all over you."

"I didn't need a back story," snapped Kurt. "And for future reference, if I wanted an asshole's opinion, I already know plenty of them without asking for yours."

"Yep, bristly as a cactus, just as I suspected," said Jesse approvingly. "And your name is?"

"Spencer Tracy, for as much business it is of yours," replied Kurt, trying to stare straight ahead, because even if the guy was cute, that didn't mean he wasn't pissed at this entire exchange.

"Funny," said Jesse with a cocky grin.

"I thought so."

"Well, Spencer Tracy, you look extremely bored by the tour," Jesse continued. "Not that I blame you, because the tour is exactly the same every year. A lot of boring facts that don't tell you shit about how the school actually works."

"Is that so?" said Kurt lightly.

"What you need is a more in-depth tour that really gets into the meat of the school," said Jesse knowledgably. "Fortunately for you, I'm the most perfectly suited person to give you such a tour. If you so desire, of course."

"No, thank you," said Kurt haughtily. "I'm good with this one."

"Now, the student lounge is in that building across the way," the tour guide droned on, and Kurt rolled his eyes in spite of himself, something that Jesse St. James didn't miss.

"You sure about that?" asked Jesse.

Kurt sighed. "Ok, it's boring, but you've also been a complete prick for the entire three minutes I've known you. And, no offense, but I get more than enough of that from others all the time."

Jesse chuckled and shook his head. "Ok, ok. Do-over. I'm Jesse," he repeated, sticking his hand out for Kurt to shake. "And what is your name? Your real one."

Kurt considered the hand for a minute before taking it, meeting Jesse's eyes with his own. "Kurt," he said. "Phillips."

"Ok, Kurt Phillips, why don't I show you around the campus in a way that isn't completely yawn-inducing?" asked Jesse.

Find a guy and hook up with him. Carson's words echoed in Kurt's head as he found himself nodding in response. "Sure. Fine. Lead the way," he said, allowing Jesse to lead him away from the tour group.

Carson sat thoughtfully on the train on Sunday, watching the scenery go by out the window and turning over the events of the weekend in his mind. He'd stuck to his plans, obviously. He'd attended his orientation, found a random hookup for afterwards, and snuck a peek at a few flats, just to get an idea of what was out there. Curiously, every last one of them he'd seen had been a bit too large for just one person. Not that it meant anything, of course. It had been a productive weekend, to be sure.

But what he really couldn't get out of his mind was the first night he and Kurt had spent in their hotel room. Kurt had arrived back after his orientation looking dead tired, and Carson's curiosity was instantly piqued, because his words to Kurt on the train hadn't soon left his memory.

"Have a good time, did you?" he'd asked casually, even though by now he'd had plenty of time to realize just how stupid his advice had been. He half hoped Kurt hadn't gone through with it, but on the other hand….

"It was an orientation, Carson, not half price cocktail night at the club," mumbled Kurt as he flopped down on the bed beside him. "I'm just tired."

Carson cleared his throat. "So, who was he?" he asked, his heart thumping a bit as Kurt averted his gaze. Oh, my god. "You did find someone, didn't you? I could have sworn I gave you an order."

"Oh, come off it," grumbled Kurt.

"So you did hook up with someone, or…?"

"I met a lot of people today."

"I realize that, but which one's dick did you stick down your throat?"

Kurt sat up and glared at him, looking like he had a bevy of choice words he wanted to say but was holding himself back. "You really want to know?" he asked.

Carson swallowed. No. "Duh."

Kurt pushed him on his back on the bed and climbed on top of him, placing a leg on either side and straddling him. "I met a guy named Jesse. He's a third year. He's cute. He's kind of an asshole. Basically, he's a light version of you."

"Good choice," said Carson, even though he already hated this Jesse guy's guts. "And?"

Kurt circled his hips against Carson's as he looked down into his eyes with an odd determination. "We went back to his dorm room after he showed me around campus personally."

"Go on."

"We sat on his bed and talked for a while."

"About?"

"Stuff," said Kurt with a shrug. He ground his hips down harder, his hands roaming over Carson's chest like it was the best thing he'd ever felt. "School. Life. Relationships."

"Oh?" said Carson curiously, raising one eyebrow. "Then what? Did you do the dirty?"

"He did lower me down on the bed, yes," said Kurt, leaning down to catch Carson's lips in a kiss.

"Mmmph… then what?" asked Carson, but Kurt was done talking, apparently. He'd started kissing him earnestly, fumbling with the edge of his hoodie and desperately trying to yank it off without disconnecting their lips.

"What about you?" asked Kurt suddenly, breaking from the kiss and biting his lip as he looked at him curiously.

"What about me?"

"What about your hookup?" asked Kurt with narrowed eyes.

Carson shrugged. "Barely noticed it. To be honest, I don't really enjoy fucking without money being involved, unless it's you. Feels wrong. Probably won't be doing it again."

Kurt just stared at him for a minute. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?"

"On the train you were all "Fuck someone, Kurt. Pick a random, Kurt. Fuck his brains out, Kurt." And then you just.... ugh, I can't believe you sometimes," Kurt said irritably. "I can't.... you are the single most frustrating person I have ever known."

Carson sighed, throwing his head back toward the ceiling and closing his eyes. "Ok, ok, I admit that I might have been acting like an ass. Just a little bit. You know, a tad. I have a tendency to do that without realizing it. It's a habit I have. Like smoking."

Kurt just gave him a long, searching look, his eyebrows furrowed together into a sad frown for a moment. It disappeared quickly as he seemed to come to a decision, and suddenly their lips were meshed together again, hands roaming everywhere as clothes were pulled and yanked and thrown haphazardly in the corner of the room. The sex was frantic, desperate, both of them pawing at each other in an attempt to be as close as possible, and Carson forgot entirely to put on the whole domination act. It didn't seem like the time for it, somehow. It was more important to just fuck, to let him know he was claimed. To pin Kurt down and plunge deep inside of him forever, until both of them were panting and sweaty, with sore throats from the grunting and screaming. They'd hardly left the room for the rest of the weekend.

Carson looked away from the window, focusing his attention on Kurt, who had, seemingly, fallen fast asleep on his shoulder sometime during the train ride. Not that Carson was surprised. He'd barely gotten any sleep in the past twenty-four hours. His beautiful angel face was so peaceful and slack, and Carson wondered if he was really asleep or only half. The last thing he wanted was to be caught doing what he reeeally wanted to do right then. He needed to make damn sure Kurt was deep in dream land.

Carefully, he waved one hand in front of Kurt's face, waiting for any reaction at all to indicate that his twin wasn't entirely asleep. When he saw nothing, he took a furtive look around their car, even though it was ridiculous to think that anyone on the train cared about a pair of twins sitting in the very back. He gingerly moved his arms, trying not to wake Kurt, and slipped one tenderly around him, pulling him closer so that his twin was snuggled directly against him, his head lolling lazily on Carson's chest. Carson reached over for his jacket, which he had tossed on the chair beside him when they boarded the train, and carefully wrapped it around Kurt's shoulders as a makeshift blanket.

"Really do love you," he whispered as quietly as possible, leaning over to kiss the top of Kurt's hair.

"I'm just scared of what that means."