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Kurt tried to lean away, tried to think of a reason that stop was appropriate because his brain was telling him that this was dangerous territory, that he was going to get his heart trampled on if he didn’t put a stop to this now, but— but he didn’t.

His heart was louder than his brain, apparently.

And so Kurt stood there and allowed Sebastian to kiss him – grasped the front of Sebastian’s jacket in his hands and held on like he was afraid of slipping away – breathed a tiny sigh when it felt even better than he could have ever imagined, and wanted to cry.