Chapter Twenty-Two

The next morning, Kurt was up at the crack of dawn. Sebastian was fast asleep under a mountain of covers. He quickly did his morning routine, and set to task fixing the damage that Blaine had done to Sebastian's car.

First he stopped by the garage where several of the guys were working on the overload they had received before Christmas. Kurt matched the tire sizes, and had a hydraulic jack put into the back of his Navigator.

"What's up, Kurt?" asked Ben one of the younger guys who worked in the shop.

"My ex-boyfriend slashed my boyfriend's tires last night," he said tightly. The more he talked about the angrier he became. Blaine had no right to do that, and he never would have believed he'd do something so low. Then again, Kurt never believed Blaine would try to get violent if he refused sex. None of it made sense if Kurt was being honest with himself.

"Damn! What kind of car is it?"


"How much were the tires worth?"

"About a thousand."

Ben whistled as he ran his hand through his shaggy blond hair making it greasier. "That's why you took the best off the rack, huh?"

"Yeah, dad was going to have you guys come over and do it today, but I thought I needed to do it."

"You weren't responsible."

"I know and that's what he said, but I still feel guilty." Kurt slammed the back of his Navigator, and snagged a spare of overalls. "See you later, Ben."

"Bye Kurt!"

Kurt was working on the third tire when Sebastian found him. Sebastian froze when he saw Kurt in position. He was wearing dark blue overalls, and his face was smudged with a little grease, and his hair was unkempt.

Very hot, but also very troubling, and Sebastian wasn't sure why.

"My kitten is fixing my car," he said with a smirk. "I wondered where my keys were."

Kurt smiled grimly at Sebastian. "Yeah, dad was going to have some guys come by later today, but I wanted to do it." He lifted the tire with a grimace and placed it on as he set to work. "I'll take your car to shop and make sure its aligned properly when I'm done."

"Kurt, you don't have to."

"Yes, I do," Kurt said angrily. "Next time I see Blaine, I'm going to kick him in nuts with the sharpest boots in my closet."

Sebastian winced as he crossed his legs in reflex. "Sounds – fitting."

"My Lady Gaga hooker boots will do the trick just fine. I'll put them on just for the occasion."

"Hooker boots?" Sebastian squatted down beside Kurt. "Now I need to know more."

Kurt chuckled. "Sophomore year the girls and I dressed in various Lady Gaga outfits. The guys did KISS. I used the silver Bad Romance suit. I created it myself, and it was sexy, and it took ages to learn to walk in the damn things."

"No wonder you're so skilled with those legs." It was very strange seeing Kurt's hands blackened, and he wasn't sure he liked seeing it. Sure, the scene before him was sexy, but Kurt was supposed to be clean and soft. He was pure like that. Sebastian was the impure one. Kurt moved on to the last as Sebastian continued watching in silence.

Kurt was going to have some very strong words with Blaine over this. He couldn't let him get away with it.

Kurt spent the day at the shop making sure Sebastian's car was in perfect order. He checked under the hood, and everywhere else he could think of. He'd have a heart attack if Blaine used sugar in the gas tank or anything else.

The guys in the shop all whistled and gawked when Kurt brought it in. Ben was staring at it. "Wow, that is a beauty."

Kurt smiled. "Isn't it? These tires are temporary. I'm going to special order originals ones to put on the rims."

"You should kick the son of a bitch's ass who did this. It is a crime to touch such a beautiful thing."

Sebastian had stayed back to Skype with his mother and little sister.

After he changed back into his clothes he approached Ben. "Can I borrow your keys, please? I'll give them back, promise."

Ben arched an eyebrow. "Sure kid. Watchya doing?" He handed them over willingly.

"I'm going to have a chat with Blaine, and I don't want to drive Sebastian's car. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."

Chuckling, Ben nodded. "Well then, add a little extra from us."

"I'd go back and get my car, but I don't want to make Sebastian suspicious, and he might worry."

Kurt slid into Ben's Honda Civic, and adjusted the seats and mirror before quickly taking out of the drive. Blaine's place was thirty-five minutes away, and he hoped that Sebastian or his dad would be asking questions. He knew Ben would stall them for him. He pulled in behind Blaine's car, and was pleased to see no one else home. He knocked harshly on the door, and waited with a tapping foot.

A minute later Blaine yanked the door open, and his eyes widened when he saw Kurt standing there. He was disheveled, and his curly hair was sticking up at odd ends.


Kurt glared fiercely. "Don't you Kurt me, Blaine Anderson! I know exactly what you did."

"Wh- what are you talking about?" Blaine spluttered feigning ignorance.

"What am I talking about? How about your little stunt on Christmas Eve? Sebastian's tires? My window."

Blaine's eyes went wide, and he bristled. "I – I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cut the shit! You're a terrible liar."

"I was worried," Blaine admitted. "I wanted to check up on you! I had to know if you were alright."

"So, you spy on me, and then you slash my boyfriend's tires? How is that checking up? If you were truly concerned you'd knock on the door, say hi, apologize for bothering us, and be on your way! You don't go on a creeper mission and expect mercy! You're so fucking lucky I don't go to the cops for this!"

"Kurt, please will you just hear me out?"

"Why? Why do you deserve to be heard after everything that you've done? You attack me one drunken night, and then you have the nerve to slut-shame Sam because he was trying to help us win?" Kurt shook his head. "Oh no, and if that's not bad you have to rope Rachel into doing your dirty deeds with you. Did she know about last night, huh? Tell me, Blaine was she with you that night you slashed Sebastian's tires?"

"NO! She had no idea. You leave Rachel out of this, she's innocent!"

"Yeah? Are you sure about that?" he asked angrily. "I'm not so sure myself. You two are the most idiotic show-offs I have ever come across. Why don't you just admit that you're bisexual, and get with her?"

"I'm not! I love you!"

"No you don't! If you loved me you wouldn't have tried to attack me that night at Scandals."

"I was drunk!"

"I don't care," Kurt snapped trying to control his shaking. "That is no excuse. No means no. It always has, and always will. You Blaine Anderson stay away from me."


Kurt backed up as he held his hands up. "No! I'm willing to be civil with you, but I can't guarantee Sebastian or Sam will do the same, and if my dad ever gets a hold of you, you're parents will be going bankrupt trying to find you."

Blaine paled.

"You, Blaine Anderson stay away, and that is the last time I will warn you. The next time? I will not be responsible for what happens. You're lucky it was me who came by today. I'm trying to keep you alive."

"But, Kurt, I really love you! Please, Kurt!" Blaine continued to beg as Kurt headed back to his car. "I'm sorry... I was so angry, and I couldn't think straight! What you're doing with Sebastian!"

"What? Sleeping with my boyfriend?"

"He's using you!"

"You don't know that!"

"I do!" Blaine shouted hotly. "He's just going to use you, and then when he gets bored he'll dump you like he always does to people."

Kurt resisted the urge to knock the short to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and refrained himself. "You have no idea what goes on between Sebastian and me, Blaine. I gave myself to him because he's honest, and he wants me. He wants me like you never did before. He desires me, and thinks I'm sexy."

Blaine's face was now blotching with red, and his eyes narrowing. "He doesn't love you, not like I do. Please, Kurt give me a chance..."

Kurt paused as he opened the car door, and he looked at Blaine. "You don't love me. You think you might, but you don't. Find someone else, and when you do treat them better, and remember, Blaine Anderson plus alcohol equals disaster."

He was still shaking when he got back home that evening. Sebastian's car had been looked over with a fine tooth comb, and everything was perfect except for the tires. They were a grade below, and were not the original high-end ones that came with the model.

"Where've you been?" Burt and Sebastian asked in unison as Kurt tossed the keys to his boyfriend.

"Shop," he evaded as he plopped down, and wrinkled his nose at Family Guy on TV. He was avoiding his boyfriend and father's gazes as best as he could. His heart was pounding with adrenaline from Blaine earlier. What was going on in that boy's head? Used to, Kurt could read him like an open book, but lately he'd gone completely off grid.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, and Burt arched an eyebrow. "Really? That's strange, Kurt because I went by the shop, and Ben was rather evasive."

Kurt's cheeks colored, and he still didn't say anything as he felt his father and boyfriend's eyes boring a hole in the side of his head. Carole smiled sympathetically, but didn't involve herself.

"Also, his car was gone, and you were nowhere to be found."

Kurt brought his knee to his chest, and continued to avoid them.



"Gah! Would you guys stop ganging up on me?" Kurt sprang off the couch like he'd been stung. "I'm not some little kid, okay? I went to Blaine's," he confessed.

"WHAT?" Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "What the hell did you do that for, Kurt?"

Burt was frowning at his son. "That was very dangerous."

Kurt rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I decided to have a little chat with Blaine in hopes that he listens to me. I am the most level headed of all of you, and I prefer to try and keep civil without having an all out war where someone is going to wind up in jail for beating up a minor!" he reminded causing Carole to give a nod.

"He's right guys."

Burt backed down, but Sebastian was glaring. "Do you have any idea what could have happened, Kurt?"

"I told him to stay away from me. That was all. I couldn't let this go, Sebastian."

"You should have let me handle it!"

"I don't need you to handle it! He attacked you because of me, Sebastian. I had to do something. I couldn't just stand there and let him think he got away with it, and I wasn't going to have you put him in the hospital, and then jailed!"

Sebastian scowled. "You could have been hurt."

"I wasn't! I stayed outside, and besides I can take care of myself. I don't need you always fighting my battles."

"This isn't just your battle, Kurt."

"Yes, it is. You ended up mixed into it by proxy. I couldn't sit back and do nothing! That is not who I am, Sebastian. I can't let it go."

"You should have had me come with you at least, Kurt. Do you have any idea how irresponsible that was? What if he'd tried something?"

"He didn't! I didn't need you with me. I'm not some helpless girl!" Kurt growled feeling insulted as he got right into Sebastian's face.

"Then stop acting like one! You know what you did was wrong otherwise you wouldn't have been trying to hide it."

"I hid it because I knew you'd react this way! I didn't need you worrying about me because I'm fine. I was there no more than ten minutes." Kurt threw his hands up. "I'm going to my room because I don't want to hear it."

Burt and Carole were frozen in their seats as the door down in the basement slammed closed.

Sebastian was heavily breathing, and he did not enjoy the feeling in his chest. There were so many what if's with what Kurt had done. "What is he doing?" he said to no one in particular. "He's going to get hurt!"

"He's very stubborn," Burt said sighing. "He's always been like this. I don't agree with him going to that little snot's house, but I understand why."

"Still, he shouldn't have done that at least not without backup or someone to protect him."

Carole smiled gently. "Honey? Let me give you a small piece of advice. Sit down." She patted the seat, and Sebastian fell onto it heavily.

Things were getting out of hand, and he had not wanted to admit how terrified he had been when Burt told him that Kurt had taken off, and then come to find out he'd been at Blaine's? So many things ran through his mind at that moment.

"Does he not realize what could have happened?"

"He does realize it, but he is also looking at it from another perspective. He was right you know? Blaine is still considered a minor, and if you or Sam or you Burt honey did anything then it would fall back on you. It wouldn't look good, especially you Burt. He was thinking about the consequences if someone more aggressive gets a hold of him. I don't approve of him going alone, but I also know that he is feeling a little caged right now."


"I know you're protective of him, and that's amazing," Carole said softly. "More amazing than you can ever know, but Kurt is only seeing you as treating him like a girl. He's never had anyone outside of his father to protect him, and even then he's cagey about the information. He thinks of others before he thinks of himself."

Burt grumbled. "I still can't believe he never told me about that Ipecac incident. I had always worried over his lack of appetite."

Carole's eyes pricked with tears. "He was protecting you, Burt. He's always fought his own battles, and so someone else fighting for him is foreign."

Burt shook his head. "I often wonder what other things he didn't tell me for my own good. God, he is so much like Liz. It scares me sometimes because she would have done the same thing as Kurt. It's like living in the house with her all over again. It's terrifying."

Carole smiled. "That's how Finn is. He's Christopher."

Sebastian frowned heavily. "Jesus, I don't know how to act. I don't want him anywhere near Anderson." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He wasn't angry so much as he was scared. He didn't like the feeling, and it wasn't something he was used to. "I guess I better go talk to him before I wind up on the couch."

Burt snorted as he went back to the TV. "Good luck."

"Make sure he knows that you're not trying to 'control' him," Carole said patting his wrist affectionately. "He'll listen to you. He's very level-headed that way."

Sebastian smiled truly. He really liked Burt and Carole, they were two of a kind. Sometimes, he wished his mother had been like her, and his father? Sebastian would trade everything he had for a father like Burt Hummel. Well, almost everything, he couldn't give up Kurt, but if he had a father like Burt that wouldn't be a problem.

Kurt was tidying the room when Sebastian came downstairs. He was tossing things into a laundry basket, and straightening the bed.


Kurt didn't look at him as he continued to move from one side to the other.

"Look, Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to – fuck." He swore closing his eyes, and pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is strange for me. Dammit, Kurt stop!"

Freezing, Kurt looked at him wordlessly, and Sebastian sighed for the umpteenth time. "You scared me alright? I shouldn't have gone off, but Jesus, baby do you have any idea how hard it is for me? I want to defend you, but then I cross a line, and I don't know where the line is! I'm not treating you like a girl, I'm treating you like my boyfriend who was almost raped!"

Kurt stared at the visibly shaking Sebastian. It wasn't often that he came unhinged, and his eyes were laced with fear. It made Kurt's heart ache.

"That night in the parking lot at Scandals terrified me, kitten. It terrified me in ways that I couldn't even understand. I had always known what kind of person you were, and that's why I tried hard to stay away from you. You are the forever kind, and that was dangerous to everything I lived for."

"Y- you told me this before," Kurt murmured softly. He looked down at the shirt in his hand.

"Yes, and I'm telling you again. Sometimes, I don't even know why you gave me a chance." Gasping, Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but Sebastian was already standing in front of him, and a hand went over his mouth. "I was an asshole, and had that night never happened, I would have continued being an asshole. It did happen, and I don't know how to feel about that because it bothers me so much. It gave me you, but it also left a stain that I'm not sure can be washed away. I keep thinking about what would have happened had I not come out for fresh air." He shook his head. "So, yes, you scared me, and yes I am upset that you went to Anderson's place because of what I saw that night."

Kurt took hold of Sebastian's hand, and pulled it down. He kissed it softly. "I'm sorry to. I should have told you. The next time I do something like that, I'll have someone with me, okay?"

"I wish you could promise me that there would be no next time."

"I can't guarantee it. If I can stop a blood bath before it happens, then I'll do it. It's not only you I was worried about. It was Sam and dad to."

"Compromise, then?"

"Of course because that's where the middle of the line is. A compromise is the middle before you cross over."

Sebastian breathed in relief as he pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead. Humming, Kurt buried his nose into Sebastian's neck, and snickered.

"What?" Sebastian asked squeezing him tighter.

"We just had our first fight."

"... we did didn't we?" Sebastian blinked. Huh, how odd.

Kurt snickered some more. "Yep, and you know what that means, right?" He pulled back to see Sebastian's eyes sparking.

"Makeup sex." He grinned like a wolf, and Kurt threw his head back and laughed. "I always heard makeup sex was the best part of a relationship."

"Oh, damn, now you're going to always fight with me."

"Maybe." He took Kurt's hands, and pulled him closer. "But at least I'll make it up in bed."


Kurt and Sebastian spent New Years Eve at Scandals with Sam, Santana, Brittany, Jeff, and Nick. Puck had other arrangements for the night, and while Scandals wasn't the most exciting place it was better than sitting at home, and watching the ball drop.

There were people decked out in various costumes, and the place was decorated for the coming year.

Kurt wasn't as decked out as he had been when they went to the Masque, but he still looked pretty tasty in red skinny jeans, and a snug Lady Gaga t-shirt with his hair all wild and sticking up everywhere. A Drag Queen dressed as Katy Perry placed a Happy New Years crown on their heads as they walked through the door.

During the middle of the night about a half hour before midnight, Kurt stopped off at the bar, and asked for an ice water. He was feeling giggly.

"You look like you're having a good time."

Kurt's eyes lit up as he turned to see Dave standing there against the bar. "Hi David!" He jumped into the jock's arms, and Dave's eyes went wide as he accepted the hug with a hesitant pat. "And yep, I'm having a great time."

"Thanks for the scarf by the way."

"You're welcome."

Sam was the only one shocked when they saw Kurt talking with Dave.

Dave grimaced, and Kurt flashed him a look of apology.

To Kurt's surprise, Sam got over his shock very quickly. He smirked as he plucked the bottle of beer from Dave's grip, and took his hand. "Come dance with me because dancing with Kurtie is likely to get my ass kicked."

Dave looked at Kurt with wide-eyed horror, but Kurt winked, and blew him a kiss.

"What was that I saw?" Sebastian's arm curled around Kurt's neck.


"Uh huh, and should I be jealous?"

"Yes." Kurt deadpanned.

Sebastian blinked. "Really?" He was surprised. "You like bear cub over there?"

Kurt looked over at the crowd, and laughed when he saw Sam and Dave dancing, and Jeff wiggled against him playfully causing Nick to huff silently. "He's like you in a lot of ways."


"Mhmm, and maybe I like guys who can handle me."

Sebastian didn't know whether to feel possessive or not. "Why?"

"I guess its because David and I have a lot of history, and although we've fought so much last year, and he bullied me – he liked me. He thought I was something special, and he gave me attention. A lot more attention than Blaine did when he was making out with Rachel or trying to teach me to be sexy. The bullying wasn't that bad. He didn't start bullying me until late Sophomore year, and it wasn't anything traumatic. I know, I suppose there's something in all the boys who are rough around the edges. I seem to be drawn to the ones I butt heads with." He took Sebastian's hands. "But, I love you."

"So, if I hadn't claimed you-"

"David would be mine."

"You're honest. Most people would have lied."

"David doesn't deserve to be lied on, Sebastian. I don't know what his family is like. He needs help, and I think we could help him in the way that I was never helped."

"So, let me get this straight you like all the guys that practically bully you?"

Kurt laughed. "That sounds awful, but maybe I like them more aggressive? I don't know, my brain has had too many drinks, and I can't think. Just know, I want you, and only you."

"Come on, it's almost midnight, and you know what they say about New Year kisses."

A/N: I want to thank everyone who has responded to this story! It's been a lot of fun to write. I am going to estimate that this story will be 30-32 chapters, MAYBE. I have a bunch of things I need to do on this story, and I'm not ready to give it up yet. I need to take a few days reread over everything I have written, and make sure I start tying up loose ends. I will say one point will likely NOT be in this story is Sebastian's family. I don't want to run my story too close to anyone else's story. I will remain vague on the Sebastian family front, and it probably won't go further than the typical one/two liners about them. A lot of stuff will start happening soon, and I want to get the small things out of the way before I get to that. Thank you again!