A/N: THREE Chapters today that's a record for me or I simply adore my Smytheberry. Hope you do too.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Two weeks later, Sebastian and Rachel were laying on her bed, cuddling after a marathon of love making. The pair couldn't be happier. Rachel was preparing for her third year of college. She was determined to earn her degree come hell or high water.

"Do you know what you're doing for your third-year project yet?"

Rachel glanced up at him approvingly, happy to know he remembered. She had taken two extra classes and enrolled for as many summer classes as she could get herself back on track. By some miracle, she had done it, with As in almost every class, and was now caught up with Kurt. "Actually… Kurt and I have this one idea, and Madame Tibideaux has approved it if we somehow manage to do it…"

"Somehow manage? Oh God. You two aren't actually going to try convincing the Wicked crew to let you guys perform for a week, are you? How many times do I have to tell you guys that that isn't going to work?"

"No..."

Rachel scooted off of him and sat up to look him in the eyes. He pushed himself up to his elbows and gave her a curious stare.

"No… we were thinking of going back to Lima and starting New Directions up again."

"...Are you sure you don't want to give Wicked Another try?"

She pressed her lips into a thin line then, too quickly for him to react, reached down and tickled the bottom of his feet. Sebastian cackled and jolted away from her. Unfortunately, he was so close to the edge of the bed that he fell off and hit the floor hard, face down. His squeal of pain echoed around the apartment and Rachel jumped off to help him. "Oh god! Sebastian! Sebastian are you okay?!"

"I fell on my junk," he muttered. She bit her lip when she saw tears in his eyes. "Fuck... Oh god is it broken? Did I break it?!" Rachel rolled him over, ignoring the way he was groaning.

"Shh, you're fine," she told him, doing her best not to laugh. "Y-you're fine, it just hurts right now, is all. I-I'm gonna go get you ice, okay?"

"Rachel, this isn't funny!"

She threw a hand over her mouth and shook her head, but she couldn't stop her snorts. "N-no, it isn't j-just let me find a robe."

"Rachel, hurry!"

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Rachel shrieked and tripped over Sebastian in surprise when Blaine and Kurt came into her room. Sebastian yelped when her ankle landed right at the top of his groin. "FUCK."

"Get out!" Rachel screeched. "Get out! Get out! We're naked!"

Blaine rolled his eyes and came in, helping Sebastian back onto the bed. "Please. As if we've never seen you two naked before."

"What happened?" Kurt gaped. "What's going on!"

Rachel grabbed one of the blankets off the bed and wrapped herself with it. "Can someone get him some ice?! We can talk about what happened later!"

"This is it," Sebastian moaned miserably as Blaine jogged out to get him a cold pack. "I can't feel little Seb. We're never gonna have sex again!"

"You two seriously need to take it easy in the bedroom," Kurt mumbled through Sebastian's loud pity party.

She rolled her eyes. "We weren't doing anything! He fell off the bed because I was tickling him for making fun of our third-year project."

Apparently, Sebastian was listening. "Oh hell! Even if I do fix my dick, Sue Sylvester is going to murder my girlfriend!"

"Sebastian Smythe! Must you be so crass?!