#writer response

I’ll be posting a third entry tomorrow! If you have any suggestions on what you’d like me to make an entry about, please let me know.

All in all- I love getting to flesh out these totally complex characters!!]

|| This version of Walter can, in fact, read, however canon Walter can only read his own name and Emily’s. ||

Sitting in the Lima Bean waiting was not unusual it was the fact that he was waiting for Sebastian that made him slightly uncomfortable. The man in question slipped in the seat across from him and made Kurt jump “really? ” Sebastian gave a slow smile “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Thinking hard ?” Kurt sighed “daydreaming mostly ” he spun his pencil before settling it in his sketchbook and closing it. “You wanted to see me ?” Sebastian shifted “uh… yeah. After the text you sent I felt…. like you didn’t really know what was going on and I felt like I needed to explain myself. ” Kurt swallowed “okay… know about what?” Sebastian leaned forward “when I first got here I was so lost, I’d lived in Paris for the last 4 years with my mom and my grandparents. Moving back here to live with my dad was my idea but I didn’t actually realize how difficult my life was going to be trying to adjust to Ohio, to America. ” he pushed a hand through his hair “I joined Lacrosse and met Nick who suggested I join the Warblers. All they talked about was Blaine, I admit I was curious but mostly irratated. What was so special about this Blaine guy. When I met blaine I just wanted to see what the other Warblers saw so I flirted. He never said he had a boyfriend, kurt I didnt find out about you till about 5 seconds before you found out about me. ” he paused watching Kurt who sighed “Sebastian, I broke up with Blaine- ” “ I know … I just ” Sebastian sat up straight “I feel like we could’ve been something, whether friends or more. So I owe you an explanation” he shifted “when Blaine started sexting me I was cautious. I say alot of shit and I brag but I don’t actually do it. I’ve been cheated on just because I say I’ll do it doesn’t mean I’ll actually do it. I’ve also been.. the other man before and I don’t like that feeling. ” he bit his lip, Kurt watched him intrigued “I told Blaine that after meeting you I wasn’t comfortable with that, he … said that you guys talked and you were comfortable with an open… relationship. He promised and I believed him. ” kurt stiffened “Sebastian… please ” the taller teen shook his head “no.. you need to know. That slushie was never meant to hurt you or Blaine. I was pissed after we talked you were so angry at me and I didn’t understand why. That’s when I realized you had no idea what was going on. I shouldn’t had done it and I’m so very sorry. But it made sense about.. Blaine ” Kurt raised an eyebrow “what made sense ?” Sebastian shifted “I asked Blaine if you guys wanted to come over … have some fun, my place was empty it was no big deal” kurt’s eyes widened “he said no in fact he called and yelled at me. It was right before we had the sing off. ” kurt frowned “you were playing with him ?” Sebastian shook his head “no-no I was interested in having you both over… I’ve only had one threesome before… and Blaine said open relationship and I wanted … you he got so pissed. He told me I was his not yours and that you wanted nothing to do with me that… I repulsed you ” Sebastian looked away “I was…hurt ” he finished softly. Kurt blushed “Sebastian… I wasn’t repulsed by you… personally I find you very attractive I just was so insecure and afraid that Blaine would leave me because it was so obvious how enthralled he was with you. ” Sebastian’s green eyes widened “y-your attracted to me ?” Kurt rolled his eyes “I just said that ” he winked bumping his foot against the other boys. Sebastian swallowed “so… you’d go out with me ?” Kurt hummed “sure. But I’m telling you now I don’t do open relationships, when your mine your only mine . Clear ?” Sebastian grinned “crystal. Tonight ? 7:30? I’ll pick you up?” Kurt blushed “yeah ” he ripped out a piece of paper writing his number and address down quickly “I do have to go but I’ll see you tonight ” he collected his things before leaning down and kissing Sebastian’s cheek.

"You’re the only one I trust to do this."fhartz91 Summary: Sebastian answers a 3 a.m. phone call from an unlikely person trapped in an unlikely place, asking for his help. Written for the anonymous Kurtbastian prompt - "You’re the only one I trust to do this." Work Text: Sebastian tosses in bed, shuffling back and forth restlessly to a symphony of his iPhone ring tone going off over and over. He has to turn it off…or throw it out the window. He can always buy a new one. Twelve more if this continues again tomorrow. He pokes his head out from where he has it shoved underneath his pillow, but before he spots his phone he catches the time on his desk clock. 3:14 a.m. He groans as he reaches for the phone, intent on just ignoring the call and going back to sleep, but when he notices the number calling him is labeled restricted, his curiosity peaks. He’s already awake. He might as well rip someone a new hole. He unlocks his phone and picks up the call. “Somebody’d better be dead,” he grumbles before his mystery caller has a chance to say hello. “S-Sebastian?” a shaky voice mutters. “Oh please tell me this is the right number. I-I dialed it from memory.” Sebastian’s eyes widen to the size of hubcaps. He has to still be dreaming. There’s no way… “Kurt?” Sebastian asks, silently hoping he’s right. “Kurt, is that you?” “Uh…yeah,” Kurt answers awkwardly. “How did you even get this number?” Sebastian scrubs a hand over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, wanting to remember every minute of what promises to be an amusing conversation. “I, uh…saw it on Blaine’s phone?” Kurt’s response sounds like a question, as if he’s asking Sebastian if it’s okay that he knows his number. “A-ha,” Sebastian says. “So, what do you need? Tell me quickly so I can say no and go back to sleep.” “I…uh…” There’s a murmur of distant conversation on Kurt’s end, and Sebastian hears Kurt gulp so loudly that it sounds painful. “Spit it out, princess,” Sebastian barks, trying to move things along. Sebastian likes to tease, but he gets bored quickly. “Shhh!” Kurt scolds, sounding panicked. “Don’t say that too loudly! Someone will hear you!” “Call you what?” Sebastian asks, playing clueless while a sly grin pulls up the right corner of his mouth. “Princess?” “Shhh!” Kurt shushes again, and this time Sebastian hears whistling in the background, accompanied by indecipherable catcalling. Sebastian hears crude voices grunt the words faggot and twink. Sebastian rarely gets those kinds of slurs tossed at him, but he imagines that Kurt hears them a lot. And these voices calling them out sound genuinely frightening. “Kurt, where are you?” Sebastian asks, sobering up from his sleep drunkenness and sitting up in bed. “I’m…kind of…” Kurt takes a deep breath in before he speaks, “I’minjailandIneedyoutobailmeout.” Sebastian blinks, absorbing the single, eleven syllable word Kurt vomited out, realizing that it was actually an entire sentence. “You’re in jail?” Sebastian yells through the phone. Part of him wants to laugh out loud and tease Kurt ruthlessly; another part wants to reach through the phone and throttle him. He’s also dying to make afashion felony joke, but another unknown bystander calls Kurt a cockslut, and that sets Sebastian on edge. That’s one slur Sebastian has had tossed at him.   Suddenly, he’s picturing Kurt in his Dalton uniform - with the sweater, not the blazer - standing in a filthy jail cell, surrounded by grungy biker types, hungry stares from bloodshot eyes aimed his way. “Why the fuck are you in jail?” “I…” Kurt’s voice shakes again and Sebastian knows that whatever it is, it has to be really bad if Kurt called him and not Blaine, “I was…” Kurt’s voice drops right when a group of people scream, the passing din swallowing up Kurt’s confession. “What was that?” Sebastian asks. “I didn’t catch it.” “I was…” This time when Kurt’s voice shakes, he sounds more embarrassed than scared. “I was arrested for prostitution.” Sebastian doesn’t mean to laugh, but in his still slightly sleepy state, that image of poor, shivering Kurt in his Dalton uniform transforms to Kurt dressed in thigh high black vinyl boots, a micro mini skirt, a corset, and enough make-up to shame a French whore. He can’t control his laughter with that image stuck in his head. The hard-on it brings about, however, is disturbing. “You were hooking?” Sebastian asks. This time, he’s going to rib Kurt a little. He’d be an idiot not to. “Oh, babe, if you needed the money so badly, you could have just blown me. I’ll make it rain for you.” “Sucking you off is not worth any amount of money, Smythe. And don’t call me babe,” Kurt snaps. Sebastian smiles. That’s the Kurt he knows and…well, the Kurt he knows. That Kurt has a better chance of handling himself until Sebastian can get there. He stands up and pulls off his pajama pants, tossing them to the floor and grabbing his jeans. “And no, I was not hooking,” Kurt emphasizes loudly, apparently no longer concerned with the men jeering at him than he was before. “I was performing in a drag revue.” Kurt’s sentence stops short. Apparently, he hadn’t meant to reveal that tidbit of information. “Oh dear God,” Sebastian says, almost dropping his jeans. “Please tell me that you’re not in costume right now.” “If I wasn’t in costume,” Kurt asks, the words punctuated and edgy, grinding them out through clenched teeth, “why would they arrest me?” Sebastian wants to revisit that fashion felony comment again when he hears another scream, a loud bang, and Kurt gasp. That gasp does something to Sebastian that makes his chest hurt. "Please, Sebastian,” Kurt pleads. “I promise I’ll pay you back. You’re the only one I trust to do this." “What about your dad?” Sebastian asks, not letting on that he’s already dressed and heading out the door. “Well he…he’s had some problems with his heart and…” “What about all of your Scooby Gang friends?” Sebastian interrupts, changing the topic of conversation so that Kurt doesn’t have to relive that memory. “Yeah, I trust them,” Kurt says, “but they’re so…judgmental.” Sebastian chuckles, lowering his voice as he hurries down the hall that leads out of the dorms. “And I’m not judgmental?” Sebastian asks. “Yeah, you are,” Kurt agrees with a laugh, “but I also know that you’re an asshole. You don’t give a shit.” Kurt laughs again, but Sebastian stumbles a step. Sebastian’s an asshole. Sebastian doesn’t care. He’s got his keys in hand, ready to race down to the police station at close to four in the morning to bail Kurt out, and he doesn’t care? Sebastian doesn’t know why that comment affects him, why it makes him bitter. It’s the absolute truth – he’d have said it himself - but it still does. Kurt trusts Sebastian to help him in this one instance because Sebastian is an asshole, and he doesn’t care. “Sebastian?” he hears from his phone, and Sebastian realizes he’s stopped walking, standing stuck twenty feet from the double doors, completely silent. “Right,” Sebastian says, picking the conversation back up. “I don’t care. I’ll see you in twenty minutes.” “Thanks, Sebastian,” Kurt says with a sigh of relief that does nothing to erase the sour taste in Sebastian’s mouth. “I owe you one.” “Yes, you do,” Sebastian says, disconnecting the call as he gets to his car. And I’m thinking cell phone pictures and Facebook. Part 2 (my writing) okay just so you know I didn't know if they were in New york or Ohio so I guessed :) When he gets to the 12th precinct which he barely remembered to ask Kurt before he hung up, he struck by how normal it looks. He'd never actually been in a police station, court room? Definitely but this was different. He walked up the desk and paused, the man raised an eyebrow "can I help you sir?" Sebastian blinked "uh yeah. I'm here for Kurt hummel " the desk clerk paused in surprise before nodding "right" Sebastian was about to voice a question but he paused "before we deal with any of the legal issues I'd like to have kurt out of the cell " the man seemed even more surprised by the younger man's demeanor "of course , follow me " he slipped out from behind the desk into a short hallway that opened into a larger room. "Sebastian!" Kurt's voice was high and he was definitely scared green eyes widened taking in the other man. Kurt was wearing a black skirt over matching black leggings along with ankle boots, on top his shirt was scoop neck showing off pale skin along with his neck and collarbone. Sebastian was surprised again that when the door was opened kurt practically threw himself at the taller man, Sebastian caught him around the waist "jesus babe your freezing " Sebastian shrugged out of his jacket and settled it around Kurt's shoulders. He had to deal with the desk clerk and the arresting officer for the next half hour before he paid the 120$ in bail. Once that was over Sebastian flagged down a cab "thank you " the green eyed man cleared his throat before telling the cabbie his address "what are you doing?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow "I am not dropping you off in Brooklyn dressed like that, jesus Kurt you know " he shook his head pulling away, kurt grabbed his arm "no, tell me please "his blue eyes stared up at Sebastian "were not friends you've made that fact perfectly clear, but do you really think i would've left my apartment at 3am to bail you out if I didnt care about you ?" Kurt flushed "sebastian... you hate me ... You've made that perfectly clear " sebastian grumbled "I don't hate you, so I like to wind you up and get you to sass at me I do the same thing with Santana... expect you know it has nothing to do with the sexual tension between her and I " kurt's eyes widened, but Sebastian Ignored him by paying the cabbie and ushering Kurt upstairs to his apartment. "Do you want to shower before bed ?" Kurt looked up at him "uh... yes thanks " Sebastian nodded before disappearing into his bedroom when he came back out he had a small stack of clothes and a towel. "Here, the bathrooms right there " Sebastian pointed behind beside his bedroom, Kurt nodded taking the stack and disappearing into the bathroom. Kurt stepped out of the shower grabbing the towel he dried himself off quickly staring into the mirror, he felt so stupid and so confused. He sighed turning to the clothes on the counter, the shirt was blue and when he opened it he was surprised it had Smythe # 10 in red lettering. Kurt bit his lip before pulling the shirt on, grumbling at how it slipped off his shoulder and fell past his hips. The next item was a pair of simple black boxer briefs, he blushed touching the cotton wondering how many times Sebastian had worn them. He slipped them on quickly before brushing his hair and stuffing the towel in the hamper. Kurt stepped out of the bathroom only to find Sebastian sitting on the couch, he shifted clearing his throat to get the other man's attention. Green eyes were suddenly trained on his "hey "he watched Sebastian stand "do you uh.. want call anyone before we go to sleep ?" He paused thinking, he should call one of his friends but it was almost 4am "no,I'm okay" Sebastian nodded "I... didn't know of you'd be uncomfortable sharing my bed " he felt blood rush up his neck to his cheeks "I... uh.. no I just - I cuddle " Sebastian seemed to falter at the answer "okay " he then walked over easily turning Kurt around by his hips and leading him to the bedroom. Sebastian nudged kurt towards the bed before tugging his shirt off his back and over his head, he unbuttoned his jeans and looked up to catch Kurt watching him. Blue eyes moved over him while the lithe teen was pressing back into Sebastian's headboard, the taller man shifted while pushing his jeans down once he was clad in just his briefs he climbed onto his bed. Crawling forward to the top he flopped onto his back his eyes closed instantly till Kurt nudged him making him mutter "come on " kurt helped shift him till he was under the blanket beside him. "Goodnight Sebastian" "Night babe" When Sebastian woke up it was earlier then he thought from where the sunlight was coming through his window it was 9 or 10 am. He shifted blinking down to see a head on his chest, Kurt was curled around him his pale leg tossed over Sebastian's hip hand splayed out on his abdomen. Sebastian was even more surprised to feel his arm around Kurt with his hand up the lithe boy's shirt pressed to the warm skin of his back. Kurt shifted pressing his hips against Sebastian's side "mm" he nuzzled into Sebastian's chest hand sliding up them down his abdomen. Sebastian inhaled sharply muscles clenching and he could feel the start of his morning wood. Kurt blinked slowly till sleepy blue eyes looked up as everything came rushing back he started to wake up "o-oh " he felt the heat in his cheeks as he blushed, Sebastian felt it against his chest he opened his mouth letting out a surprised moan when Kurt shifted his leg had pressed against his erection "oh! I'm sorry ! "Kurt sat up quickly getting tangled and nearly falling off the bed, Sebastian grabbed his arm and the leg over his waist. Pulling harder then he thought propelled Kurt over him grabbing onto freckled shoulders and his knees digging into the mattress on either side of Sebastian's hips. "Would you stay calm! Your acting like the virgin mary babe " kurt blushed "you surprised me ! I was shocked" Sebastian rolled his eyes "now can you get up without hurting yourself ?" Kurt blushed again then groaned collapsing on Sebastian's chest, surprising the other man. "Kurt ?" The usual snarky voice was soft plus rough from sleep "I... don't know what I'm supposed to do.. " Sebastian slid his hands down the others back "well... you don't have to tell them what happened" "yes I do.. the second I get home no doubt in your clothes I'll be asked a million questions, manipulated into telling Rachel, Santana, Sam and Blaine what happened. " Sebastian tensed up "I thought- " " Blaine and I broke up 7 months ago... he didn't like when I went out in drag ... Unfortunately he's still living with us. Sam lives in the dorms because he can't pay us rent while he's at NYU"

-Admin/Blaine.

P.S. How exactly did you become a critic? It doesn’t seem like a job that would require anything exceptional other than a high level of smug satisfaction. Any advice?