Hey guys, this is my new Kurtbastian fic. The title is based off the song "Bittersweet" by Panic! At The Disco. It will be mostly Klaine, then Kurtbastian.

I wrote like 5 chapters around three am (where the time comes in) so please be nice and I'll make an actual storyline throughout.

Please enjoy it, no haters please. I'm not forcing any Klainer's to read this so you don't have to click on it and tell me how much this pairing sucks. Ok, rambling over.

Chapter One:

"Blaine!" Kurt squealed when his boyfriend threw him on his bed and proceeded to tickle him, "st-stop it!"

"Nope." The shorter boy responded with a playful grin which Kurt couldn't help but smile back at, despite the current torture. He was just glad the two had the weekend to themselves. Finn and Sam were staying at Puck's tonight and then spending Saturday with their girlfriends, not coming back until late Sunday evening, whereas Burt and Carole were in DC until Monday night, Tuesday morning at the latest.

"Fine then..." Kurt mused, smirking, "...guess you won't be getting any tonight...". Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, Kurt never talked about sex in such a casual manner, which was partly the reason Baby Penguin was still his nickname. The other reason was because it was adorable, which Kurt Hummel was - especially when he was embarrassed.

"Kurt, come on, let's be realistic here," Blaine told him seductively, "You're saying if I stop this," and he immediately stopped tickling, "and start doing, for example, this," and he start peppering soft, gentle kisses on his boyfriend's pale neck, "it wouldn't please you and you'd say no to sex?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, propping himself up with his elbows, careful not to tip Blaine, balancing comfortably on top of him, "You know me too well, Mr. Anderson. That deserves the good boyfriend award."

Blaine just raised his triangular eyebrows in surprise, "And, do tell, Mr. Hummel, what *does* the good boyfriend award consist off?"

"Why would I tell you if I could show you?" Kurt suggested, raising his eyebrow in a sexy, challenging and intelligent way, pulling Blaine in for a kiss. He nibbled on his bottom lip as the shorter boy opened his mouth slightly as his tongue slipped in, exploring his mouth as Blaine did the same to his. Kurt grabbed tufts of his hair as Blaine grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, making him moan slightly.

Suddenly, a vibration of a phone shattered the intimate moment. Kurt pulled away and glared at his boyfriend, who smiled sheepishly, pulling his phone out his pants' pocket.

"Blaine, we made a deal to keep our phones off." Kurt didn't mean to whine, but he couldn't help it. It was the first weekend they had to themselves in a long time.

"I know, but it's my mom. I have to take it." His brown eyes were soft, full of apologies, still holding his phone, which was about to stop vibrating any second.

Kurt pressed the answer button for him and mouthed "go", signalling for the former Warbler to leave the room for some privacy. Blaine smiled as he did so, and Kurt was left by himself so he decided to cool off a bit.

About ten minutes later, a reading Kurt snapped his head up when his bedroom door opened and a remorseful Blaine was grabbing his jacket.

"You're...leaving?" McKinley's diva asked.

"Don't jump to conclusions." Blaine ordered in a soft voice, "Cooper and my dad are," he sighed heavily, leaning on the door frame, "I'll tell you later. Mom asked...begged me to come down and sort them out. I'll be a couple of hours, maybe quicker if traffic's not too bad."

"Ok, well, see you soon." Kurt mumbled, walking towards the door and kissing him lightly on the lips, deciding to walk him to the car nevertheless. After Blaine's car had disappeared, Kurt deciding to watch an episode of House, to kill time.

An hour passed quicker than the porcelain skinned boy thought and decided to ring Blaine, to see if he was on his way. But, he didn't answer. He texted him but still, nothing. Soon, it was midnight and no contact from Blaine whatsoever. He'd call Kurt if he wasn't allowed to come back, wouldn't he? Or even if there was more traffic than originally thought?

Sighing, he put his phone on loud and placed it on his bedside table, before getting ready for bed and falling to sleep.

The harsh ringing cut through the silent house and jolting Kurt awake. He didn't check the ID to see who was ringing him, and not even the time before he tapped the answer button and held it to his ear.

"Blaine? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Relax, gay-face, I'm sure your hobbit of a boyfriend is fine." Came a slurred reply with a harsh laugh. Kurt reluctantly took the phone away from his ear, and saw it was an "Unknown Number" and silently cursing himself for picking the call up instead of letting it go to voice mail instead. (Un) fortunately enough for him, Kurt knew who was on the other end of the call.

"What do you want Sebastian? How did you get my number? Are you aware it's three a.m. and some people actually sleep around that time on a Friday night?" He snapped, his blurry eyes staring at the numbers on his alarm clock.

"Well, I'm in the Scandals parking lot and I was just wondering, in between robbing the children's clothing section of Target and surgically altering that stick up your ass to make you more uptight than you are, if you are aware and okay with..." But he had trailed off.

"Sebastian, I don't have the time or patience with your sick little mind games. Tell me what you have to say, laugh cruelly and hang up so I can go back to sleep." But, the Warbler wasn't listening to him anymore. Straining his ears, Kurt could barely hear the other boy's conversation.

"I don't want any trouble." Sebastian was begging so clearly, it was the mumbles and muffles made Kurt annoyed until he heard a scream of pain from Sebastian and a sickening crunch.

"Sebastian?" Kurt asked hesitantly, wincing at how soft his voice had gone.

There was another sound of something coming into contact with a body. "Sebastian?" He asked more urgently, raising his voice. Finally, there was a sound so horrible that Kurt could scarcely describe it. Then there was snickering and something unmistakable as a high five and heavy footsteps walking away.

"Sebastian?" Kurt yelled, but was met with static.

And that was how Kurt Hummel ended up at three in the morning, going to a gay club to help his arch-enemy from not dying. If anyone asked him why in the near future, he'd reply "Because if anyone was going to murder Sebastian Smythe, it'd be me." But, at the moment, Kurt felt like it was his job to save him. And he had no idea why.

Dun dun dun. Don't worry, you guys will know soon enough why people were beating up Seb and why he originally called etc...

Review please :3

- Soapie 7