*beep* *beep* *beep*

Kurt groaned as he rolled over to switch his alarm off. The red lights read 10:00am

Rubbing his eyes, he slipped out from under his many blankets and trudged over to his en suite bathroom to get a shower. He stripped off his pajamas and stood under the spray, resting his forehead against the tiled wall.

Despite what people seem to assume, he is not a morning person. Everyone thinks that because he gets up early he's really happy and energetic. No, he's like the walking dead for about half an hour before he's fully awake and is not to be approached or you could possibly loose a limb. Finn found that out the hard way. When he and Carole had first moved in Carole had sent Finn to get Kurt up and he kept poking him to get him up. He avoided Kurt for a week because he was so scared of him after what followed.

After twenty minutes under the warm spray of water Kurt suddenly stood up straight realising what was happening today. He was meeting Chevrolet today. He smiled involuntarily.

After washing his body and shampooing and conditioning his hair he stepped out and wrapped his dressing gown around him to go into his room and open up his walk-in closet. Mercedes always made jokes when he walked out of it saying he was literally coming out of the closet.

He bit his lip and looked through his many racks of clothes thinking what to wear. He figured he didn't want to wear something too - what Santana calls - Virginified but wasn't quite sure what came under that category. He sighed and went through them all, skimming over all the knee-length sweaters and all his skirts and kilts. He also discarded all the things that could be classed as 'girlie' and settled for a pair of black skinny jeans and dark red combat boots with a dark grey - almost black - sweater over a plain white t-shirt. He checked his outfit in his full-length mirror and nodded before heading downstairs.

"Hey Carole. Hi Finn," Kurt greeted, sitting next to Finn at the kitchen table.

"Morning Kurt," Carole replied, still facing the stove where she was cooking Finn a fry-up.

"Yo bro," Finn smiled goofily at him.

"'Yo bro'? Really?" Kurt shook his head and got up to get a bowl out of the cupboard and some cereal and milk. He sat back down with his spoon and started eating while Finn stared at the food, his mouth hanging open.

"Finn, Carole is cooking you food as we speak, stop staring at mine!"

"But it's not ready yet, your's is ready now!" Finn whined. He reached out to grab Kurt's bowl.

"Hey!" Kurt pulled it out of him reach and held one hand out to keep him away.

"Finn, stop stealing your brother's food, your's will be ready soon," Carole rolled her eyes and patted Finn's shoulder on her way past to go wake Burt up.

Finn pouted and crossed his arms, pretending to sulk. Kurt just laughed and shook his head, going back to eating his cereal.

"Hey boys!" Burt greeted, going straight for the food.

"No bacon!" Carole yelled after him as she followed him into the kitchen.

"But it's just one piece!" He whined, doing a very good impression of Finn.

"No!" She put her hands on her hips and he storms off to sit on the other side of Kurt.

"You boys got any plans today?"

"I'm going to play Halo with Puck, I have to try and beat Mike's score," Finn answered as if it was the most exciting thing in the world.

"Alright then... Good luck with that," Burt nodded, not quite sure what he was talking about. "What about you Kurt?"

Carole handed Finn and Burt a plate each full of food. "You want any, Kurt? There's plenty more," She offered.

"No I'm fine thanks. I'm going to meet a friend," He directed the last bit at Burt after smiling at Carole.

"Ah, Mercedes?" He guessed, "No actually,"

"Oh," He picked up some toast and bit it then swallowed before continuing. "Tina?"

"Nope,"

"Um, that daffy cheerleader?" Carole shoved a fork in his hand and shook her head.

"No, it's not a girl,"

"Oh... Blaine?" Burt offered, putting his fork down again, getting slightly concerned.

"Nope, he's not in New Directions,"

"Oh... Who is it?" Burt lent forward slightly.

"No one important," Kurt shrugged, turning back to his cereal and making a point to ignore how closely Burt was watching. After a minute he shrugged and turned back to his own breakfast and Kurt sighed in relief.

By eleven, Kurt was laid across the couch reading Vogue, his knees up so Carole could sit on the cushion at the other end, Finn was on the floor playing video games and Burt was watching the screen, entranced by the fancy effects. By eleven thirty Kurt was trying to find his car keys which he specifically remembered leaving on the side in the kitchen. He sighed and rolled his eyes when Carole found them under one of the couch cushions and handed them to him, smiling. Kurt said a quick goodbye to Burt, Finn and Carole before grabbing his light grey jacket and heading out to the Lima Bean.

When Kurt arrived at the Lime Bean it was exactly 12:00 but didn't see anyone who was at high school age around so he ordered a coffee and went to sit at an empty table at the back. He slipped his phone out and started playing Angry Birds as he waited.


*beep* *beep*

"Argh" He groaned, throwing his alarm against the wall and shot up when he heard the crack. Glancing at the wall there was very subtle dint but it was the kind you'd have to look for to see. Stumbling out of his king size bed, Sebastian dragged himself towards the bathroom and took a cold shower. Letting the droplets run down his back and chest, they tickled slightly as they slid down his well-toned abs.

He made sure he was clean before stepping out and wrapping the fluffy cream towel round his waist he glanced at his open wardrobe and decided to wear his midnight blue polo shirt and jeans- for his feet, obviously his converse. All done and with his CW hair styled Sebastian walked down into the kitchen and as usual he was alone- parents were away for the weekend for something or another he stopped caring a while ago.

The Warbler loved the fact he had money but he couldn't stop the loneliness that pooled in his stomach every morning. Pushing these aside he slotted two slices of bread in the toaster before checking his calendar for what he was doing that day- he was meeting Impala.

"Shit" He muttered, glancing at the clock and seeing it was eleven-thirty. He had to leave now to make it on time. Popping his toast he climbed in his car and ate as he drove.

The closer he got to the Lima Bean the more nervous he got, what if it was someone he'd pissed off in some way?

Too late to back out now was his thought as he pulled into to a space at the coffee shop his mystery friend was possibly waiting in. He locked his car and headed towards the door with his heart rate increasing step by step. At first glance there was no one who looked like they would be on a show choir website, he order a coffee and was about to take a seat when he saw Hummel. Sebastian contemplated for a moment before deciding upon going to pester the boy until his cyber friend appeared.

"Hey Kurt, enjoying Angry Birds?" He asked with a smirk as he took the seat opposite.

"Oh for the love of God, seriously do you sleep behind the counter or something?!" Kurt glared at him, locking his phone.

"Actually, I'm here to meet someone," He smiled, sipping his coffee.

"Well me too so please leave before I catch whatever exotic diseases you're harbouring,"

Sebastian chuckles and sat back, getting comfortable. "Who're you waiting for? The big black chick?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Why does everyone assume its Mercedes, I have other friends!"

"Sure you do,"

"Who're you meeting, your newest client?" He sipped his mocha.

"Actually, I'm meeting someone from this website The Warblers got signed up to... I heard your joke of a show choir got signed up too so you should know it,"

Kurt's eyes widened and the colour drained from his face.

"What's wrong? You just realised half your wardrobe went out of style for transvestites ten years ago?" Sebastian taunted.

"Chevrolet," He answered simply.

Sebastian watched him for a second before his eyes widened too. "Impala,"

Kurt nodded and they stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Well, bye," Kurt stated, jumping out of his seat.

"Wait," Sebastian got up and stood in front of him, blocking his escape.

"Please don't mock me about the bullying stuff and the kiss thing," Kurt sighed, glaring at the floor.

Sebastian hesitated. "I'm not going to," He answered quietly.

"What?" Kurt's head shot up.

"Look, I... kind of... might understand what you're going through... the bullying stuff," He muttered, this time it was his turn to stare at the floor.

"How could you possibly have any idea what I'm going through?" Kurt asked with a disbelieving look.

"Can we...not talk here?" Sebastian asked hesitantly.

"Where?" He inquired.

"My house?" The taller male asked with a doubtful expression.

Kurt seemed to contemplate for a moment and the next words out of his mouth shocked them both.

"Sure" He nodded.

Sebastian led them outside. Kurt told him he was going to follow in his own car and he couldn't believe he was going – willingly – to Sebastian Smythe's house.


Pulling up outside what Kurt could only describe as a mansion, he hesitantly stepped out and followed the other boy in wordlessly. Once inside he was shown into the living room, the atmosphere between them becoming more tense by the second.

"Sit?" Sebastian asked, motioning the beige sofa.

"Thank you" He smiled sitting as far away as he could without being too obvious. Once he'd sat Sebastian slid over so they were practically touching before throwing his arm round the back of the sofa and leaning in.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked suspiciously.

"I'm being friendly" Sebastian smiled creepily.

"What kind of friends do you have?"

"Nick and Jeff...possibly Trent and I think that's about it," He smiled.

"Yeah, well, back it up," Kurt instructed pushing his chest.

He couldn't help but notice how firm he felt when out of nowhere Sebastian placed his hand over his and just stared for a moment. He gave it a light squeeze before eventually letting go and scooting back a fraction.

"So what's really been happening at McKinley?" Sebastian asked with genuine interest.

"You think I'd tell you of all people?" Kurt asked cocking an eyebrow.

"You we're comfortable telling 'Chevrolet' and we are one in the same," Sebastian quipped, making Kurt think for a moment.

"That was anonymous and now...it's just different," Kurt sighed, not being able to find to words to describe it.

"Okay, how about I tell you about my experience and then you can?" Sebastian reasoned.

"...Fair enough but you go first" Kurt stated in a non-negotiable tone.

"Are you five?"

"Yes" Kurt nodded and for the first time since they met they actually smiled at each other.

"Well, I didn't always go to Dalton. As you know since I wasn't there when you were," He paused waiting for Kurt to nod at him to continue. "I used to go to a public school. My parents always had the money to send me to a private school but they thought it would be a good idea for me to get the whole public school experience. As you know, for a gay kid that's not the best place to be," He sighed and looked down, tucking one leg under the other so he was facing Kurt and the latter did the same

"I was mostly in the background for the first year, not popular but not bullied either but then I was caught making out with my algebra tutor in the home room and I pretty much became the main target for everyone.

"I was shoved, teased, hit, had things thrown at me... You know, the usual stuff. One of the jocks, he'd never really done anything before, he was just sort of there while they were doing it. He came up to me after gym one day. His name was Ross. And he told me he was really sorry for all the stuff his friends did and.. Said he thought I was cool and he wanted to.. Kiss me and... I let him. After a few seconds all his friends jumped out from the showers and round the corner of the lockers and stuff and Ross pushed me and they were all laughing at me then they start attacking me. There was, like, twelve of them. I couldn't move by the time they left me.

"The coach came in and found me and called an ambulance. I had..." He looked up to the ceiling trying to remember, "Four broken ribs, a fractured colarbone, shattered pelvis, both my legs were broken in three places each, my left shoulder was dislocated and my right arm had to be set with pins and I had major head injuries. I was in a coma for three weeks. So, my parents moved me to a different school but after one and a half years the tuition was too expensive so I moved to Dalton,"

"I had no idea...I'm sorry," Kurt smiled sympathetically, budging slightly closer to put his hand on Sebastian's.

"Why? It wasn't you that did it," Sebastian shrugged, trying not to feel happy about Kurt's hand on his.

"I know, but I just assumed you were an asshole but you just don't like people to get close and I get it,"

"Yeah...well, my therapy is over Betty White so how are things with you?" He asked with a smiled.

"Like I said the locker shoves, dumpster dives and bruises are hard to cover..." Kurt trailed still a nagging voice telling him it was a bad idea.

"And the kiss?" Kurt looked hesitant to reply.

"Look I'm not going to say anything, it's not like I have anyone to say it to right?" Sebastian smiled, hoping it would ease the other boy's worries.

"True… well it was just after I met Blaine and he told me not to run to stand up to them so one day I did. He shoved me into the locker and thinking about what he said I ran after him into the locker room, we yelled and he just… kissed me. Out of the blue..." Kurt explained looking into Sebastian's eyes the whole time.

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably not knowing what to say so he asked, "Can I see the bruises?"

Kurt was reluctant but he lifted his shirt and exposed the purple and blue marks that scattered his ribs down one side. Sebastian winced at the sight before gently ghosting his fingers along them causing Kurt to shiver. It was only then he realized how close they were, he look in Kurt's eyes and saw something that he'd never seen before when he looked at him.

"You know you can talk to Chevrolet anytime you need anything," Sebastian smiled as Kurt rolled his shirt down and smoothed out the creases.

"Thanks but why are you helping me?" Kurt questioned with a baffled expression.

"When Impala told me they were being bullied I felt like I should help in some way and when I found out it was you… I guess that didn't change," He smiled genuinely. No smirk or snarky after shot, it was just kindness.

"You know, you should be like this more often, its sweet," Kurt smiled back.

Sebastian shifted closer so their knees were touching and placed one on Kurt's knee. "I swear to you if I'd known I wouldn't have said the things I have in the past,"

"It's fine," Kurt muttered as he noticed the proximity of the other boy and the warmth coming from his hand.

"I am sorry Kurt," He assured when a wave washed over him and he found himself leaning in.

When their lips were about an inch apart Kurt's breathing sped up.

"I'm not doing what that jock did to you, so tell me it's okay," He pleaded, not wanting to get rejected at this point but not wanting to hurt Kurt either. After a moment or two Kurt didn't respond or pull away so Sebastian closed the gap. It was like warmth spreading through his body, it started off slowly neither of them making a move to end it or deepen it. But eventually their lips began to move in sync then Sebastian got brave pushing his tongue between Kurt's lips begging for entrance. His mind catching up with what was happening, Kurt finally opened his mouth, rubbing his tongue against Sebastian's. Pushing the smaller male on his back, Sebastian was now on top in between Kurt's legs running his hand up his side while the other was behind Kurt's neck. They continued this way, making out with radiating passion until Kurt felt Sebastian's hard-on press into his thigh and he realised who he was doing this with and where this could lead. He rolled the Warbler off him and bolted towards the door despite the pleads from behind him, climbing in his car he drove not looking back.

"Fuck! Sebastian Smythe, of all people! Kurt, what is wrong with you?" He asked himself, turning on his Lady GaGa CD in the player...