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Sebastian tore the last page off of the "Smytheberry" Countdown Calendar with a smile. It was decorated with bright colors, balloons and confetti drawn around the words "Moving Day!" His heart leapt as he traced his fingers over the letters.
"Seb! Where are you?! If you think I'm going to carry your things up these stairs-"
Sebastian rolled his eyes and jogged out of their bedroom. Rachel was standing in the middle of their living room, her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently. Boxes and furniture lay askew around their empty space, surrounding her irritable form. He ignored her glare and waved the page in her face.
"We finally made it, pretty girl."
Rachel bit her lip through a smile and took the paper from him. She read the words over then pressed it against her heart. Their parents and friends were downstairs, helping them take the rest of their things out of the moving van. They were alone for the first time in twenty-four hours, and though they knew someone would be up to interrupt them soon, she was euphoric enough not to care. Sebastian caught her in a hug when she lunged forward and smashed their lips together. He stumbled back into the wall with a bark of laughter. Unable to stop himself, he picked her up and flung them both onto the couch a few feet away. His hands were just about to tear her shirt off when they heard someone clear their throat at the door.
"Can't you wait until we're gone to christen the apartment?" Blaine snorted.
Mrs. Smythe stood behind him, glowering at her son. "Sebastian Smythe, you get off poor Rachel and come downstairs to help with the heavy lifting."
Sebastian gaped at them, then scowled. "She jumped me!" Mrs. Smythe clicked her tongue, marched in, and twisted his ear. "Ow! O-ow, shit, mom! Let go!" She pulled him up by his lobe, pinching him harder despite his pleas. "Jesus Christ! What the hell?!"
"You would blame your libido on poor Rachel?!" she spat.
"Why do you always call her that?! She's worse than I am!"
"Sebastian," Rachel gasped. He turned to her and saw the mischief in her eyes. She wouldn't dare… "I understand you're a bit frustrated right now, but to make me look like I was keeping you from helping everyone out?"
It was all the woman needed to hear. She shrieked and shoved Sebastian into the hallway. "Why she puts up with you, I'll never know!"
"Mom!"
Rachel giggled cheekily when the Smythes disappeared while Kurt came in through the door. "That was so mean, Rachel," Blaine scolded, though he couldn't hide his amusement.
She waved it off dismissively. "He knows I'll make up for it tonight with wild, freaky sex. Is everything out of the van?"
Kurt gave her a thumbs up. "Your dads are already heading back to U-Haul to drop the truck off. Thad and Sam are coming up with some more of your stuff. So, what'd you do to Sebastian this time?"
"Let his mom think he tried to molest me instead of carry boxes up," she said casually.
He scoffed, bending down in front of the mirror leaning against the wall. "I don't understand Mama Smythe How can she be so blind to how evil and mischievous you are?"
"I made her 'whore of a son' settle down," Rachel stated flatly. "I could kill a man in front of her and she'd still swear I did no wrong. And I'm not evil!"
"I don't know, Rachie," said Blaine over Kurt's mutterings of how she didn't deny her lecherous towards Sebastian. "That was pretty horrible what you did. He's gonna get an earful from her now."
