Episode: New York New York

"Shouldn't you be out celebrating?" Sebastian asked as he lazily moved a rolled up pair of socks back and forth with his hand. His nine hour flight from Paris was anything but relaxing. And the last thing he wanted to do upon returning home was unpack. Kurt Hummel, standing at the airport with the Smythe Clan, had been a true blessing.

"12th place?" Kurt scoffed, neat putting folding Sebastian's twentieth vee neck t-shirt. "Yeah, right."

"Is it because of Finn and Rachel?"

"No. While I'm not overly glad they cost us nationals, I won't begrudge them their happiness. Beside…It's you first day back. I wanted to see you." Kurt stopped his folding to turn towards Sebastian. After those lovely lyrics the other boy recited to him, Kurt Hummel had promised himself to be a little bolder. He'd promised himself not to be afraid of his feeling for Sebastian, and he finally had a clear understanding on what those feelings encompassed.

"Kurt…" Sebastian sighed, eying his friend warily.

"After you- well, I unpack, we can go get some coffee or go out to a late breakfast." Kurt took a deep breath before moving into Sebastian's space and placing his hands on the taller teen's hips. "You can tell me all about how amazing your trip was."

"Kurt, about Paris…"

Before Sebastian could finish, Kurt pressed their hips together and gave Sebastian an slow, sensuous smile. "Or we could skip talking and just enjoy each other's company." Sebastian was barely able to breathe out a 'Holy Shit!' before lips were pressed to his. The touch was light, but there something in the intent, some emotion behind the action that was so Kurt. It was like a dam breaking.

Sebastian's hands moved on their own accord, as they travelled down Kurt's back in order to grab a sumptuous ass and lift the smaller teen in the air. Long legs wrapped around his waist. "Holy shit, Kurt." He playfully tossed the other teen on the bed before re-assuming a much thought about position. Neither teen could care about the laundry knocked off the bed. "You honestly don't know how much I've thought about this."

"I could guess. I know you too well, Sebastian." Kurt began kissing Sebastian's neck, causing the other boy to shiver. "Now, less talking."

Shit. Sebastian closed his eyes willing away thoughts of responsibility. But, as much as he wanted this to happen, he had too much care and respect to accept what Kurt was offering him without being completely honest.

"Kurt, wait."

"Oh, god." Kurt felt his face heat with the rush of blood suddenly forced to. "What's wrong? Just say it quickly before I die of embarrassment."

"It's not you, Doll. It's just that-fuck!" Sebastian left out breath and gave Kurt a wry smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm going back. I'm going back to Paris." Sebastian sighed, immediately resenting his decision when Kurt disengaged from their embrace.

"Oh. For how long?"

"Pretty much the whole summer. It was part of a deal I made with my parents: stick it out for another summer in Paris and spend the following year back here. I'm only going to be in Ohio for the rest of the week."

"Oh. Okay. Well, we'll have to make it a damn good week." Kurt looked at the laundry strewn around the room, refusing to regret his decision to unpack. "And we'll definitely have to take you shopping again. I refuse to repack all of my hard work and summer in Paris definitely calls for a whole new wardrobe."

Sebastian couldn't help but see an errant tear run down Kurt's face. "Kurt…god, I'm happy to see you. And I'm sorry. Jesus." He pulled his friend into warm hag, much more innocent that the last they shared. "I've missed you."

"Missed you too." Came the reply muffled by his shoulder.

"Come on. Let me unpack and you can tell me all about your summer plans."