[Kurt took note of the way Sebastian’s arms were shaking slightly and he rose an eyebrow, not commenting on it but keeping the thought in the back of his mind as he stood up from the corner of the bed and crossed the incredibly messy room over to Sebastian.]
"Don’t you dare say the words ‘take out’," [He warned softly, gently placing his hands on Sebastian’s wrists to try and get a feeling for how badly they were shaking or if he had imagined it all in his head as he leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend on the lips.] “Not when I’m craving something salty and loaded with carbs.” [He added when he pulled back, trying to judge if his boyfriend was feeling alright. Sure, Sebastian had gone out and gotten drunk and Kurt knew he deserved a hangover from hell and back, but he didn’t want anything to be seriously wrong. The next nine months would be hell without any kind of support, but more than that, Kurt honestly worried about Sebastian sometimes.]
"I’m cooking. Let’s go, handsome."
[He finished, smirking softly as he walked around Sebastian and pulled open the door to walk out of his bedroom and head for the staircase.]
[As soon as Sebastian felt Kurt’s hands against his wrists, he flexed his hands to try and ease his aching muscles enough to relax. He still wasn’t used to this whole close up contact which didn’t end up in clothes being shed and bodies being pressed together, but he was getting less and less freaked out by all of the small actions and the gentle touches and kisses which weren’t for making out, but just simple gestures of caring - or maybe they were just out of habit or wishing for something or whatever. Regardless, the actions knocked Sebastian off his mental stride a little and it took just a fraction too long to respond to Kurt’s words with a soft laugh than it would normally.]
"Salty and loaded with cards sounds amazing right now, though…"
[He playfully pouted before turning and grabbing his glasses off the bedside table. Normally, Sebastian would refuse for anyone to see him in them, but right now he was far too lazy and on the sleepy side of things to even think about putting contacts in, and after the long night last night of wearing them, his eyes were definitely not thanking him today.]
"You’re going to be disappointed by the lack of food available to you here. My dad doesn’t do grocery shopping."
[He jogged down the stairs after Kurt while simultaneously pushing his glasses on before heading towards the kitchen.]
"And I still didn’t get a chance to get dessert."
[Kurt teased when the door opened and Sebastian stood before him in a towel. He glanced his boyfriend up and down for a moment, not spending much time to appreciate the art - his boyfriend was definitely attractive but he had made a promise that there would be no sex tonight and he was sticking to it. If he stared too long he was pretty sure he’d cave in and go against his own plan.]
"You’re looking a little scruffy there, for someone who can handle their alcohol just fine."
[His voice was harmless and while he teased Sebastian about it - he definitely enjoyed stubble. Shamelessly and for more reasons than one. He followed Sebastian’s lead down the hallway, entering the room that Sebastian had gestured into and raising an eyebrow at the - well - blatant mess there before him. Sebastian certainly hadn’t been kidding.] “Is this your room?”
[So sue him, he had to ask. Kurt walked in and headed over to the bed in sight as he shrugged off his jacket and sat down on the corner of the bed, not particularly wanting to stand around.] “You’re lucky I’m not in a cleaning mood.”
"Of course. I’m only trying to look sexy for out date, babe."
[Sebastian put on a fake, sickly sweet smile in response to Kurt’s accusations before running a hand through his wet hair and closing the bedroom door behind him, more out of habit than necessity since his dad was still in Dublin with his sister. In fact, he was more used to having an empty house, or a house to himself, than he was having people around now that he came to think of it, so having Kurt here was a little odd compared to how most of his weekends ended up being - very quiet and peaceful and easy to allow a lot of concentration.]
[At Kurt’s question he shrugged a little before crossing the room and opened one of the drawers to grab some underwear and a tshirt before throwing them in the direction of the bed. He knew fine well that he didn’t have much of an excuse to not have made the place his own, or keep it tidy like he did with everything else, but it was more out of rebellion at first than anything else. He wanted to be back in France, he wanted his parents to be back together, and so making his room not feel like his home or his actual room made him feel better in the beginning. And once he found his niche and a way to cope with the room, then he was too lazy to really change it.]
"Yeah… Haven’t had chance to unpack yet."
[He muttered softly, dropping the towel to the ground before pulling on his underwear and jeans, eyes continuously wandering over Kurt to check if anything was different and if he was okay. Sebastian definitely wasn’t used to feeling these levels of concerns over anyone other than his sister and his niece and nephew, so feeling them now over his boyfriend was a little strange for him - but he guessed it was warranted considering the situation.]
"So, are you cooking or are we ordering in?"
[Sebastian asked after a little, halfway through pulling his tshirt on and smoothing it over his body with slightly shaky arms.]
[The door was open, so said Sebastian, and Kurt didn’t hesitate to let himself in when he arrived at his boyfriend’s house. It was too cold to stand outside and wait for Sebastian to be done with his shower. When the door did in fact open as promised, he stepped inside after locking his car with his keys from where he stood. Kurt closed the door behind him and walked down the hallway, smiling warmly at the sight of several different pictures. He didn’t pay much attention to detail before, too caught up with the stress and worry of his pregnancy to pay attention to little things - like pictures or nick-nacks.]
[That’s how he managed to kill time, anyway, before he decided to go upstairs. It wasn’t like he’d be offended if he caught his boyfriend in a towel or less - he’d seen him in a much more disheveled state before, that was kind of how they ended up with a baby on board - and he felt like he was intruding just walking around on the first floor staring at adorable family mementos. It’s not like Sebastian ever showed him family photographs or introduced him to any specific family members, other than the short stories about how he went out and got drunk with a few of them, so Kurt knew close to nothing about the people in the photos. He wished he did, really. The baby was going to go to a different home, to a family that could love and support him or her, but Kurt would still like to know the people that surely had to love and support his boyfriend.]
"I hope you’re not hung over in the shower on our first romantic date night,"
[Kurt called, happy that he managed to time his voice just as he heard the source of the running water turn off. There were more pictures that caught his eye and he found himself momentarily distracted, wishing Sebastian would tell him more about these people. Kurt had probably talked Sebastian’s ear off about his own father at one point or another, so it felt.. almost bizarre that he knew close to nothing about Sebastian’s. That was just the way they had always functioned, though, and Kurt shut out the idea. This night was supposed to be about them, and romance, and Kurt was determined to make it work.]
[After his brother had swung by unannounced under the instructions of his sister to make sure he was okay, Sebastian had definitely spent the night the complete opposite to how he’d actually intended to spend it. Originally, he’d planned on curling up and just doing some extra reading for his AP classes, getting an early night and then ending up at training the next morning. However, the night included a lot less sleep and a lot more spirits than he really wanted to think about. A hangover and a three hour intense training session was definitely something he didn’t want to live through ever again. Once he’d got back, he’d immediately collapsed on his bed and slept until his phone had chimed from Kurt’s text reply and then dragged himself into the shower, where, really, he’d just stood for a good twenty minutes or so, trying to will the warm water to soothe his muscles and wash away the sleepy feeling creeping over him.]
[Once he’d finally gotten into his usual shower routine, he’d started to feel a lot more himself, and so by the time he heard Kurt’s voice once the water was turned off he was more than prepared to face his boyfriend with a bright eyed and bushy tailed appearance.]
"Oh please, I can actually handle my alcohol just fine."
[He called out with a playful smile on his features as he roughly dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist before opening the bathroom door, surprised to see that Kurt had found his way upstairs. Although not quite to his bedroom, which was a slight relief considering that his room still looked the same as the day he moved in almost two years ago.]
"Excuse the mess…"
[He murmured, pushing the door just down the hall of the bathroom open and gesturing for Kurt to make his way inside.]
Apparently they are. If you’re sure that your teammates will be so supportive of you and the pregnancy, then I guess we have nothing else to talk about.
[The comment was distant, and Kurt didn’t really want to think too much about it. He already knew that quitting the team was going to be miserable, because it wasn’t like the other girls were going to mourn the loss of their cheerio captain. If anything, they’d tear each other apart deciding who would take his place. He had gotten so used to the comfort of his social power in school that the idea of losing it all was terrifying, so listening to Sebastian talk about how comfortable he was, wasn’t exactly what he needed.]
I should get going. Santana wants to meet up over one of the new routines and I might as well enjoy the power before I swell up like a whale.
Indifferent more than supportive.
[Sebastian corrected, eyes looking over Kurt crtically, trying to work out what he was thinking and the emotions he was going through. Sure, the world of cheerleading looked a lot more like continuous torture with fake smiles, but if it made him happy, then so be it. Of course that meant having to eventually quit or at least take a stand back roll or something along those likes, but they’d figure that out when the time came.]
Oh… Okay. Yeah, I’ll drive you back then.
[The hint that Kurt wanted to leave shocked him a little bit into a stunned state before quickly getting to his feet and clearing his throat.]
I’ll just get my keys then…