GUYS! I AM SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN MIA! I DIDN'T GIVE UP ON THIS, I PROMISE! I'm posting two chapters tonight because I feel soooooo guilty about not updating anything for forever. I will try to finish this, this summer! Kisses! xoxoxo

"You're disgusting," Kurt muttered as Sebastian munched on the now soggy nachos. Sebastian snorted and adjusted Kurt's feet so his heels weren't digging into his thighs.

"They're still good, Hummel. I think you're overestimating your stamina," he said around a mouthful. Kurt dug a heel into his leg.

"If I'm overestimating my stamina, so are you," he said. "You weren't far behind if I recall." Sebastian took another bite of nachos and ignored the comment.

"Besides, these are the things of Gods. No way I'm letting these go to waste," he replied. He offered the plate to Kurt. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. Sebastian grinned and shrugged and said simply, "more for me."

"Aren't you supposed to be studying?" Kurt asked, yawning again. Sebastian nodded.

"Sex helps be concentrate. So do these nachos. I'm helping myself study by fucking you and finishing my nachos," he said with a shrug.

"Yeah," Kurt muttered as he relaxed further into the couch cushions. "Next week you'll be saying booze helps your memory so you can convince me to come out with you before studying." Sebastian laughed.

"That's a good one, I'm going to remember that one. But, no, sex will still be my main motivator for studying," he admitted, polishing off the nachos after a surprisingly short amount of time. "So, if you blow me I'll finish all my studying before bed time." He winked. Kurt kicked him gently with one of his feet lying across his lap.

"Go study. I'm going to shower," he ordered. He didn't move though, still comfortable on the sweat-damp couch because of his exhaustion.

"I'll study when you get up," Sebastian replied, curling his fingers around Kurt's ankle. Kurt grumbled out some sounds without making any words and literally rolled off the couch.

"Go study," he mumbled, pulling himself up and making his way to Sebastian's bathroom.

"Towel," he called as he sat back down at the table, still naked. Kurt, now accustomed to Sebastian apartment, twisted on one heel to grab a towel from the right closet before continuing on his mission.

"You better not join me for another hour," he called over his shoulder before closing the door to the bathroom and stepping into the wonderful shower Sebastian possessed. He'd barely lathered up his hair when he heard Sebastian enter the bathroom.

"You can't possibly know everything there is to know about the Roman Empire," Kurt admonished. Sebastian groaned.

"But I'm bored. And you're naked. And wet," he complained. Kurt snorted.

"Study," he ordered. Sebastian pushed open the door to his shower and leaned in, catching Kurt in a quick kiss.

"One more," he said as Kurt stepped back to rinse out his hair. Kurt shook his head with a smile and pushed Sebastian's head back out of the shower.

"After you can tell me all about the rise of the Roman Empire or whatever it is you're studying out there," he promised with a wink. Sebastian huffed and shut the door, going back out of the bathroom. Kurt smiled to himself triumphantly and reached for Sebastian's body wash.

Feeling more awake than when he'd arrived, Kurt wrapped the towel around his waist when he got out of the shower and went through Sebastian's drawers for clothes. He pulled on some sweats and an old Dalton hoodie before going back out to join Sebastian.

Sebastian had his notes spread across the table and falling on the floor. There were books with sticky notes flapping among the pages layered on top of one another. In the middle of it all, Sebastian's face was mushed half on a textbook and half on the rings of his binder. Kurt grimaced in sympathy and pulled out the chair across from him. Sebastian looked up at him. The pages of his book and the rings had already imprinted themselves into his cheeks and Kurt didn't manage to muffle his laugh.

"I'm so glad you find my impending failure so funny," Sebastian muttered sarcastically. Kurt put a hand over his mouth to stifle his continued giggles.

"I'm very sympathetic to your plight, but your face just looks stupid," he informed him. Sebastian rolled his eyes and sighed, looking back down at his study guide.

"I don't know any of this, Kurt. I'm going to fail. Miserably. I can't believe he's giving us another exam this close to finals," he whined. Kurt reached across and patted his head.

"There, there, Sebastard," he cooed condescendingly. Sebastian shot him an unamused look. Kurt sighed and pulled the study guide to his side of the table and started picking up his notes. He flipped the books around to face him.

"Come on," he said, "You probably know a lot more than you think. I'll quiz you." Sebastian sighed and handed over the rest of his binder of notes.

"Then will you fuck me?" he asked with a pout. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll fuck you so hard you might just forget it all again," he promised. "Now, tell me about Pax Romana."

Kurt woke up with Sebastian's alarm the next morning and nudged his way out from underneath Sebastian's arm and pushed back the covers so he could breathe. Sebastian groaned above him and slammed his alarm with more force than necessary. Kurt turned over and saw his own phone blinking with a notification. He grabbed it even as Sebastian wrapped his arms around his chest to pull him back down to a horizontal position on the bed. After some swatting and coaxing, he had gotten Sebastian into the shower and he stepped into the kitchen to make coffee and pick up his messages.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel! I can't believe you would just walk out like that! This is important! We have to talk about this!" Rachel's voice screeched over the phone. "I know this is shocking for you, but you should hear his reasons. I mean, I'm sure you know them. You two are soul mates. Just because you're on a break doesn't mean you stop loving each other. Trust me, this proposal is going to be perfect. Anyway, come home right when you get this and we'll talk this through just you and me and you'll calm down and see that this is going to be the best thing to happen in your life." The voicemail clicked off and Kurt glared at his phone. He viciously hit the button for the next message.

"Don't listen to Man Hands, Lady Fingers. You can do way better than that vertically challenged piece of furniture. When you're done being a girl with mini Babs, come see your Auntie Tana and we'll fix this. Or, just go back to the criminal chipmunk and let him fuck the life out of you. Whatever."

Kurt sighed. He appreciated Santana's offer, but Rachel was probably right. He and Blaine were soul mates. Right? He looked up as Sebastian entered the kitchen with one hand buried in his own hair trying to tame it and the other outstretched for the coffee that had just finished brewing. A punch of guilt hit him in the gut, but he wasn't sure if it was for sleeping with him and lying about Blaine, or for thinking of saying yes.

"So, given anymore thought to what you'll tell the Disney Prince?" he asked as he tugged his bangs into place. Kurt sighed and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"No," he admitted. Sebastian frowned slightly and leaned next to him against the counter.

"You could just text him right now and tell him to return the damn ring. He'll get the idea without to embarrassing him in front of," Sebastian broke off suddenly and looked intensely interested in the buttons on his shirt.

"Embarrass him? How? When? What do you know, Smythe?" Kurt demanded, turning to his friend and grabbing his shirt in his fists.

"Only what Jeff and Nick told me, I swear!" he said quickly, trying to step out of Kurt's grip and sloshing some coffee on to the counter. "They said Blaine came in and told this whole sob story and begged them to be a part of this huge sing-along proposal he's planning for the weekend of your creepy glee teacher's wedding." Kurt stared at him, letting him go wordlessly before lunging for his phone. He scrolled frantically through his contacts, desperate to confirm this.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked as he looked.

"Looking for Jeff's number. Did he agree?" Kurt said. He looked up to see Sebastian's face. Sebastian tugged his earlobe and Kurt saw his pinky twitch against the coffee mug he was still holding.

"I don't think so," he said slowly, not looking at Kurt. Kurt glared at him.

"Sebastian Smythe," he began warningly, "did he agree to help Blaine?"

"Well, not him specifically. Blaine asked the Warblers as a group. I guess enough people still like him," he trailed off, looking up at Kurt nervously.

"They're doing it?!" he cried. Sebastian looked alarmed.

"Kurt, I don't get it, why is that so bad? Did you get the Warblers in the divorce or something?" Sebastian asked as Kurt found Jeff's number and held the phone to his ear. He shook his head.

"No, shut up," he said absently as it rang, "He just knows I won't be able to say no if he does a big enough extravagant gesture. I'm a sucker for romance. And he knows I won't risk a scene and," Kurt stopped as Jeff picked up the phone with a bleary mumble.

"Sorry, I forget about the time change sometimes," he apologized breathlessly. Jeff sighed.

He sounded happy, though when he said, "What's up, Kurt? We haven't talked in forever. Oh, how's New York? I guess you and Sebastian have been hanging out. I could have told you how he kind of grows on you. Hey, how's Vogue? Is it awesome?"

"Jeff, Jeff, hold up," Kurt interrupted his next question and Jeff obediently fell silent.

"Sorry, go ahead," he said, not sounding disappointed at being interrupted.

"Blaine came to you about proposing to me?" Kurt asked. Beside him, he could see Sebastian rolling his eyes. Jeff sighed quietly.

"Kurt, I voted against it, I swear. Nick did, too. And Trent. But the new kids believed him. And there's still a bunch of us who idolized him. We were out voted," he said sadly. Sebastian put his empty mug in the sink and shook his keys at Kurt. He rolled his eyes and grabbed them, taking the hint that he should lock up when he left. Sebastian grabbed his bag and coat and bent to say goodbye to Radagast.

"What the hell did he tell you?" Kurt asked. Jeff sighed again. Kurt mouthed a "good luck" to Sebastian as he left and listened to Jeff's explanation.

"Well, he came in all teary eyed saying that you and he had been having problems. And he said you guys had been to a counselor for your problems because you wanted to fix it. He claimed he was more into the therapy than you were and your therapist had suggest big romantic gestures to rekindle the spark. I don't remember how he made a proposal sound logical, but it looked like a lot of people believed him. But I knew that you had been hanging out with Seb, so I texted him and he said you hadn't been in therapy and all he knew was that you guys were doing just fine," Jeff told him. Kurt ground his teeth.

"Therapy?" he demanded angrily. "I can't believe he'd do that. When was this?"

"A few days ago," Jeff said. "But then Seb texted me last night and said you guys were on a break. Blaine hasn't said if the proposal is off or not…" He trailed off.

Kurt cringed. Why had he lied to Sebastian at all? They were supposed to be best friends. And now, Rachel, Sebastian, Jeff, and, no doubt, Nick all thought he and Blaine were on a break. Everything had just gotten exponentially more complicated and it was his own fault. He bit his lip, not realizing that Jeff had started talking again.

"I could call him and see," Jeff said.

"Huh?" Kurt said eloquently, shaking his head a bit to dislodge the betrayed look Blaine would no doubt give him when he found out he'd been cheating on him.

"Blaine," Jeff said, "I could call and ask if the proposal is still on even though you're taking a break."

"What? No!" Kurt said quickly. "No. Thanks." Jeff was quiet.

"Kurt, is there something you want to tell me?" he asked slowly. Kurt swallowed hard.

"Nope," he said, his voice pitching higher than normal. Jeff made a doubtful sound.

"Well, I'm always here," he said. "I've got to go, but if you need to talk, you should call me." Kurt nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, I'll call," he said quickly.

There was a moment of tense silence before Jeff finally said, "Well, I guess I'll see you later, Kurt."

"Yeah, see you later," Kurt agreed. He hung up before Jeff could prod more. Kurt looked down to see Radagast looking up at him forlornly.

"It's a real fucking mess I've gotten myself in," Kurt whispered to Radagast, bending down to pet him. Rad whimpered and licked his fingers. Kurt sighed. "Let's get you ready for a walk."