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It was a bit odd for Sebastian to admit that he was holding Kurt Hummel's hand as they ran away for there life. For the most part of it, it was probably because if Kurt fell then it would be on his mind, which was confusing and strange. There was really no point for him to be worried, Kurt Hummel and him were not friends more like acquaintances. He half thought to pull his hand away, and just leave him right in this airport, there was no point on being around him; it would just cause him to overly think of what he had to do to save both of them. Call him selfish, but Sebastian was selfish and he had always been like this.

His mother kept jumping into his mind, and it made his stomach do knots, she would be furious if he left someone behind, because of his pride. Swallowing hard now, he glanced down at the floor, maybe this was all a big joke. A really bad dream, or nightmare. He was in a coma, yeah, that had to be it.

Staring at the air plane before he had opened the door, made his head spin, he knew he could drive this thing, being trained to fly an airplane with your mom right beside you was one thing, but flying away to save your life, was another thing. Swallowing hard, as the door came open, he had to glance at Kurt to see if he was still going to come along with him still. Licking at his bottom lip, to make his lips wet, he felt how dry they were, and it bothered him.

He was fine as he got into the air plane after Kurt, just have to breathe, can't cry in front of Gay Face. Smirking at the thought he was already tearing and being upset like a big baby. Glancing down he frowned now, his mind was filled with sadness and all he could do was be upset and cry in front of one Kurt Hummel. Why did he have to feel emotion? Why? This wasn't something he longed for, wanting to get out of New York, yes, that was what he wanted to do. Then Kurt asked him, if he as alright, he always remembered in movies or in the class room when someone asked a person if they were okay and they would end up in tears.

"No. Kurt I am not okay, or alright, or fine at all." His breathe hitched as his eyes stared up into Kurt's beautiful ones that were showing a big sign of worry towards him. "That was my mom." He whispered the words so faintly as his long arms wrapped around himself and he just sat there shaking his head, shutting his eyes, a part of him wanted to be strong. To wipe this away like it was nothing, but he couldn't do that.

the drive to third | kurtbastian

Kurt allowed Sebastian to lead the way, vaguely aware of the way he had shot Kurt a questioning look when he took his hand. He just needed to know he wasn’t alone in this (even if his company wasn’t exactly what he’d expected it to be), and the feel of Sebastian’s warm hand was enough of a comfort to him to remind him there was at least one other person alive in this airport with him. He was surprised Sebastian hadn’t let their hands drop once they had stepped outside and their plane came into sight; instead the other boy remained holding tightly to his, though he suspected that was only because they both simply needed reassurance of some sort. Kurt’s mind continued to flash with disturbing images of zombies, laying in a mess of their own innards on the same floors innocent people had tried to run from in fear.

His stomach knotted when he remembered that woman who had left Sebastian looking positively gutted, and he made a promise to come back and find the woman and give her a proper burial someday soon. When Sebastian’s hand fell from his in order to open the door and assist it on its way coming down (presumably so that it would make the least noise possible and not attract more trouble), Kurt stepped away and took in the plane before them. Could Sebastian really fly something so… well, it wasn’t as large as other planes on the lot, but it was medium sized and any size plane still very much dwarfed Kurt. He was having serious doubts about how safe this journey would be compared to staying in New York, but Sebastian’s hands were gripping his hips and lifting him up over the edge before he could voice his opinion. Kurt shrugged off his backpack and set it aside, balancing the bloody bat against a wall. He fell back against a cabinet and dazedly watched Sebastian work to close up the door. He could just imagine them leaving the door propped open for a few brief moments as they caught their breath, and a straggler of the undead variety leaping up to attack them. The other boy plopped next to Kurt when he was finished, and Kurt turned his gaze on him, not quite sure what to expect now that they could have a moment to themselves. There was that look again, the one that had stopped Kurt short earlier, and the whisper of words broke his heart. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek and took Sebastian’s hand in his again, hoping he wouldn’t push him away. Yes, Kurt understood he wasn’t exactly Sebastian’s favorite person, nor was he his idea of a traveling companion, but they were all each other had for now and that was just going to have to do. If Kurt truly repulsed Sebastian as much as he led Kurt to believe, Sebastian would just have to find another way of coping that didn’t involve taunting Kurt - that wasn’t going to work this time. He found he was genuinely concerned, and though that would have shocked him any other day, he was exhausted at the moment so he decided to just go with it. “You’re welcome, Sebastian. Do you… I mean, are you alright? You’re…” His voice trailed away, not wanting to accuse Sebastian of tears until they were rolling down his cheeks for fear of this plane ride to Rhode Island being incredibly awkward and full of a grouchy Sebastian snapping at him for everything that was wrong in the world.

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Welcome, of course.

No you don't have a choice.

It is huh, well, thanks Hummel.

It's a wonder I haven't completely lost the will to live yet.

Oh well, thanks, I suppose.

Do I have a choice? If so, I’d rather not do that.

It’s a nice look on you.

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it's not like you have a ton of choice in fuckbuddies now that every guy is dead... enjoy blueballs

Oh I will find one, besides, I have two hands and a heartbeat, I can do it on my own.

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I have to reassure you some how, don't I? You be a wimp? Well I guess I could do that, but you're pretty good at smacking those zombies around. So how can I call you a wimp? Sure, owe me as many favors as you want.

....Sure, I guess? I don't know.

It's a wonder I haven't completely lost the will to live yet.

Why are you trying to reassure me? I thought for sure you would be teasing me about being a wimp by now. Are you trying to make me owe you more favors?

…Oh my god, wait. Is that you being nice?

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Oh really? How mutual. Good for you, Brittany.

I wasn’t used. I actually offered my services. It was a mutual agreement.

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Would you rather fuck Kurt or a freshly killed Zombie

Well first of all, I would not want to fuck a freshly killed Zombie. And Kurt is like a zombie, except he screams and gives me a headache. So obviously, neither. Both would be gruesome and disgusting.

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So how does it feel to be used by a friend of yours?

No notice the quotation marks, Smythe? I was his beard, per-se.

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Glad you forgot it.

Then we will have to have a major fight against those zombies and make sure that we are going to live and they are going to die. Deal? Yeah, you better be, or I'll have to follow you around and make sure you don't die, and I can't do that now.

It's a wonder I haven't completely lost the will to live yet.

Forget it.

What if we walk into a room of… bodies and they just… wake up while we’re passing through it? Whatever, I’ll be careful.

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Zombie Jesus Commands you to fuck Kurt

Zombie Jesus is going to die.

So no.

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brittanysextinction replied to your post: The thought of Kurt touching you like every guy at Scandals excites you, admit it

Hey i “dated” kurt for like a week, I think he’s cute.

Oh really? -Laughs- I thought he was gay? Guess he lies about that too, huh.

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kurtpocalypse replied to your post: The thought of Kurt touching you like every guy at Scandals excites you, admit it

Seriously, who is sending you all of these questions?

I have no idea, Hummel.

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Why should I be sorry though? Oh, well we just have to be careful when we walk around, that's all. So just don't walk too close to them and I am sure it will be fine. That's all. So just be careful, Hummel.

It's a wonder I haven't completely lost the will to live yet.

You should be. Sorry, that is. I know that, I’m not an imbecile. I meant, how are we supposed to know some of these corpses won’t rise up and try to snap off one of our arms? Gee, thanks.

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The thought of Kurt touching you like every guy at Scandals excites you, admit it

HA. The thought of him touching me, actually makes me want to throw up. Like I said, he is not attractive.

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Like you haven't imagined sneaking away with Kurt and making him scream

I already heard him scream, running away from the zombies. He sounds like a cat in heat. It's not attractive.

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Well, sorry to remind you. Well as long as we get rid of the zombies, everyone will be okay. You know who exactly who will be what, zombies are dead and walking around trying to eat you. While you and I, or me anyways, will be alive and perfect.

It's a wonder I haven't completely lost the will to live yet.

It’s not even that, but god, way to remind me. It’s more the fact that there’s nothing anymore. There are two types of dead - the walking and the actual dead, and there’s no way of telling who is going to be what. I hate this.

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Ask Kurt out, this is literally your last chance to have something other than a fuck

Why would I ask him out? This is getting really old, anon. But you're amusing.

Besides he hates me.