Kurt.

Kurt was silent, caught in his own thoughts as Sebastian drove home after the movie. What was that about?! Who was that guy?! Why was he staring at me like that?! And why did I want to curl into his arms so badly?! I don't even know him! He could be a serial killer! He obviously is some sort of weirdo for staring at me and Sebastian like that.. oh shit.. Sebastian.. Kurt looked around, the small car suddenly painfully quiet, he started to panic, he'll notice I'm being quiet, shit, shit, shit! .. say something.. say something Kurt.. anything!..

"So-how's-football-going" He heard himself say in one breathe. Smooth Hummel. Very smooth. He mentally kicked himself and tried to seem as normal as possible, sending a smile at Sebastian, who just looked confused.

"Ughh.. its fine. Same as always...why? You never just ask about football.." Sebastian said narrowing his eyes.

Kurt began to sweat, frantic to find some sort of response, "I know babe, and I'm trying to care more, about everything you're involved in, I love you and I want to support you!" he said in the calmest voice he could use. Sebastian continued to narrow his eyes, staring at Kurt for what seemed like days until finally smiling and easing his gaze.

"Oh, its good, really good actually. Looks like I'm going to start the next game. You're coming right?" he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. Kurt smiled, Sebastian was hard. Mean almost, and always fierce, but sometimes he was really sweet, insecure, and loving. Kurt lived for these moments; they're what kept him around, so intoxicated in everything Sebastian was.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He replied, taking Sebastian's hand in his and kissing it. His smile only faltering for a second when a pair of brown eyes popped into his head.