“You have no idea how much I appreciate this, Kurt. I do pretty well in most of my subjects, but Dalton's French teacher is a real hardass.” Sebastian sat down at the table, setting down his bookbag and appraising the other boy.

Kurt perked up at the mention of the school. “You go to Dalton? What a coincidence, I was just there on Monday. Do you know Blaine Anderson, by any chance?”

“Just by name, but, then, I'm new there myself.” Sebastian kicked himself for skipping school and practice Monday, but his hangover had been intense. “What were you doing at Dalton? Not thinking of transferring, are you?”

“It's a funny story, actually. I went over there on a harebrained scheme to spy on the glee club, but I stuck out like a sore thumb. The Warblers couldn't have been more gracious about it. And it led to good things. I met Blaine there. It's nice to have a friend who's... well,” Kurt bit his lip and looked away, indecision flashing briefly across his face, before continuing.

“I hope I don't turn your world upside down with this shocking revelation, but... I'm gay.” Kurt looked to Sebastian's face for signs of judgment or revulsion at the announcement. “I'm the only out gay kid at my school, so it's nice to have Blaine in my life.”

Sebastian watched Kurt's face, taking careful note at the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. This was an interesting development indeed. This boy would not have posed much of a challenge to him, but for the fact that he was clearly attracted to Blaine. Separating and conquering each of them could prove diverting. He paused to determine an angle of attack before speaking.

“You're really something, Kurt Hummel. I've never met anyone quite like you before.” Sebastian smiled demurely and cast his eyes downward briefly before looking back up at Kurt.

Kurt smiled at the compliment. “Oh, Sebastian...”

“No, I mean it,” Sebastian said softly, with a calculated tremble in his voice. “You're just so... complete. Your confidence shines through, and it's... beautiful.” Sebastian frowned and shifted in his seat, picking up a pencil and twirling it in his fingers.

“Sebastian?” Kurt asked gently, “Is there something wrong?”

“Not really,” Sebastian said, shaking his head as if to scatter away his thoughts, “It's just that this Dalton blazer can be a little confining sometimes. The stress of playing the part, you know?”

Kurt reached across the table, brushing his fingers tenderly against the back of Sebastian's hand. “I suppose we don't really know each other well yet, but I think I know exactly what you mean. If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you.”

“That means a lot to me, Kurt,” Sebastian said, furrowing his brow, “So... can I get your number?”

* * * * *

“Two mimosas, please.”

“Sebastian!” Kurt squeaked. “Don't listen to him, we'll have two glasses of orange juice,” he said, touching a reassuring hand to the arm of the nervous waitress.

“Whatever your pleasure, Princess,” Sebastian said. “I can always get some Courvosier in my coffee, later.”

Kurt folded his arms and giggled affectionately at Sebastian. “Someone who didn't know you were joking about that might think you had a problem, Bas.”

Sebastian grinned broadly and cut into his Eggs Benedict. Kurt dipped a spoon into his bowl of fruit salad and ate it slowly, watching him.

“Are you feeling all right? You seem a little off.”

“I'm fine. I'm just a little tired,” Sebastian replied, taking a bite of his breakfast. “I haven't been sleeping that well lately.”

“That's funny, Blaine has been having the same problem,” Kurt said, contemplating his glass while swirling his orange juice to mix up the pulp. “I'm a little worried about the dark circles under his eyes, actually.”

“The curriculum at Dalton is very rigorous,” Sebastian said. “Sometimes it keeps us up all night.”

“Us?” Kurt quirked an eyebrow across the table. “Are you and Blaine hanging out together these days? Even though you're in the Warblers, I didn't think you two were friends. It would be great if you were. All three of us could get together some time.”

Sebastian manfully avoided choking on his hollandaise. “I meant 'us' as in 'Dalton students,' of course. I'd rather not spend any more time with Gladys Knight than I have to. Besides, I don't think the three of us could fit in the same room, between his ego and your hair.” He winked saucily at Kurt, his eyes flitting up to the ever-changing hairstyle.

“Oh, like you don't spend just as much time on your hair. I've seen your bathroom counter,” Kurt snorted.

“Maybe so, but it's not as tall as yours,” Sebastian countered.

“It's just because mine's longer,” Kurt teased, winking back.

“Was that... a dirty joke? Positively adorable.” Sebastian chuckled and took another bite of his eggs.

Kurt blushed furiously. “You just bring it out of me, Sebastian.” He settled into his chair and gazed lovingly across the table at his boyfriend. “You make me so happy, Bas. I wish...” Kurt bit his lip and looked down at his lap.

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow in Kurt's direction and took a sip of his orange juice. “What's that, Princess? Your wish is my command. Anything your little heart desires.”

Kurt looked up hopefully. “Really? I just... I wish I could tell people about us.”

Sebastian set his face sternly and kept eating. “Anything but that,” he amended.

“Come on, Bas,” Kurt wheedled. “I understand that you aren't out at school, and you don't want you family finding out. I get it and I'm not trying to push you into anything you're not ready for. But it would make me so happy just to have someone... someone to talk to about our relationship, and how happy you make me.”

“Me. You can talk to me,” Sebastian snapped.

“Just let me tell Blaine. He's my best friend. He's gay too, and he'd never out somebody against their will. You two would really get along, I just know it.”

“It's out of the question, Kurt. This is for the best. End of discussion.” Sebastian frowned at his food, ignoring the devastated look on his boyfriend's face.

* * * * *

“Third date. You know what that means.”

“It means that if you play your cards right, there'll be a fourth date?” Blaine said, cautiously.

“Not a Sex and the City fan I see. Color me shocked,” Sebastian tilted a lascivious eyebrow.

“If you're talking about sex, that hardly seems necessary.” Blaine said. “You've eye-fucked me at least six times tonight,” he muttered to himself.

“Was it good for you too, baby?” Sebastian said loudly, showing that he'd heard the remark.

“Cute. But you know that stuff's not going to work on me.” Blaine blushed, but stuck out his chin at Sebastian in defiance.

“I don't know that, actually,” Sebastian leaned forward and trailed a finger along Blaine's jaw as he spoke. “Experience suggests that it works astoundingly well, and I don't know unless I try.”

“Look, Sebastian,” Blaine said, twisting up his napkin in his hands and staring at it. “Flirting with you is a lot of fun, but the truth is... I've never had a boyfriend before.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrow so high it threatened to break his face.

“You're going to make me say it? Fine, I'm a virgin, are you happy?” Blaine's voice lowered to an angry hush as he spoke.

“I'll admit it, I'm intrigued,” Sebastian said. “The bashful schoolboy strikes again. I've been pursuing a stealth-virgin. I can handle that. Just tell me this, Blaine... what does it take to get into those hilariously short pants of yours?”

“Sebastian,” Blaine said, rolling his eyes, “I'm... not like you. I'm a romantic. Like... Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday. Flowers, candles, chocolates, all of that stuff, but more importantly, feelings. Love, and acceptance, and tenderness. I'm not trying to lead you on, but I just don't do one-night stands.”

The other boy thought for a moment. “Okay, stealth-virgin,” he said flatly,“But just think about this. Losing your virginity in real life isn't like the movies. It's typically awkward, maybe a little messy, painful, not nearly as pleasurable as it could be.” He looked to Blaine for confirmation that he understood.

Blaine bit his lip and nodded, bidding Sebastian to continue. He leaned forward to whisper in Blaine's ear with a raspy tone that deepened into a lustful growl as he spoke, fingers digging into Blaine's arm.

“It wouldn't be like that with me. All I want from you, Blaine Anderson, is to make you feel good. I want to set every nerve in your body alight and leave you burning for hours on end while I pleasure every inch of your body. I want to make you moan and gasp and scream my name. I want to take you, and teach you, and leave you wide open and begging for more. I can show you things you won't learn online. You can buy all the candles and chocolates and tacky romance you could want at Wal-Mart, but I can give you something better. A guilt-free, no-strings-attached, brain-melting best fuck that you'll ever have.”