Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 18: Touch

~A single touch can bring forth multiple reactions~

Kurt was silent throughout his whole drive home. The soft music playing in the background was ignored as the boy gripped the steering wheel harder than usual until his knuckles practically became white. His eyes were serious and his expression was that of a lost child.

Honestly speaking, Kurt had no idea what to think.

He did not know why he reacted the way he did back in the Lima Bean. Why he pushed away Blaine when his hug got slightly too tight, why the world suddenly seemed like it was spinning, why everything seemed to be suffocating all of a sudden…

Why he felt fear suddenly surging through him.

“What the heck happened?” Kurt muttered to himself. He stared straight ahead, trying to push down the muddled thoughts that threatened to take over his mind and focused on the traffic.

Hands stroking him…

A warm breath tickling his ear…

Chapped lips kissing his throat…

With a loud screech, he turned the car abruptly and headed towards another direction before hastily parking his car at the side of the road. Breathing hard, Kurt looked down to stare at his lap before closing his eyes and tried to slow down his breathing. No such luck.

It was that feeling again. That immense amount of fear and panic that went though him so fast that he barely had time to blink. With slightly shaking hands, he reached out to switch off the radio, hoping that the silence might calm him.

It did, for a little while. Before…

“You’re going to enjoy this…you bitch,”

Gasping, Kurt opened his eyes-he did not even notice that he closed them-and buried his face into his hands, groaning miserably. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he moaned. He took a few deep breaths before exhaling them slowly, refocusing his gaze on the road.

“It must be my imagination,” he muttered at last.

At least…he hoped it was.

~*.*~

Sebastian was chewing on the last bits of his casserole when he heard the door being unlocked and opened, followed by Kurt walking into the room. His face was tired and from the way he simply dumped his keys onto the kitchen counter instead of hanging them carefully in the key cabinet, Sebastian knew something was wrong.

Not that he was going to comment on it just yet.

“Welcome back, princess,” he said instead, keeping his tone light. “How’s your playtime with Prince Eric?”

“Hm,” Kurt answered in a noncommittal tone. Sebastian watched as Kurt took out a bottle of carrot juice from the fridge and poured himself a glass, before taking a sip. Unable to hide the disgust on his face, Sebastian turned away. While Sebastian had nothing against carrots, the thought of drinking it repelled him for some reason. Kurt himself was not entirely a huge fan of carrot juice either, but he drank it anyway since he never minded anything that would benefit his appearance.

“Just hm? What’s wrong, Kurt? Did Ursula’s eels destroy your date or something?”Sebastian tried again.

Kurt snorted but he said nothing else. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. Well, this would be harder than he thought.

“Your cooking is terrible,”

.

“Seriously, I thought you poisoned it or something,”