TITLE: But We Do - Chapter 1
PAIRING: Kurt / Sebastian
RAITING: PG (for this part)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee. The characters belong to their copyright holder.
GENRE/SUMMARY: AU / Kurt ends up moving in with Sebastian after his boyfriend breaks up with him. How bad is going to be?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Unbeta’d. English is not my native language. All mistakes are mine. This work is loosely based on the movie Someone Like You.
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"So you're really doing this?" Sebastian asks Kurt while he unpacks in his, theirs, apartment.
"I thought it was pretty clear when I signed the papers and all".
"Yeah... but you know..." Kurt doesn't know and Sebastian doesn't finish the sentence right away. He stops while looking at Kurt putting things out of boxes like he's watching Mary Poppins put out a floor lamp from her purse. "I thought you were just saying it to shut up that guy... what's-his-name, Blaine 2.0".
"Well, I wasn't... and he is not Blaine 2.0, I don't even know what that means" Kurt protests while he arrenges his stuff around in the room, which his luckly very spacious. And the walk-in closet. Did he mentions the walk-in closet as one of the pros of moving in here? He also adds "And I don't want to know" but not quickly enough.
"It means that you were always together going around giving diabietes to people", Sebastian's voice is dripping disgust.
"We were not doing such a thing and you weren't forced to watch us so intently". He is starting to get on his nerves, Kurt just feels it. Five minutes and thrity-six seconds is how much they lasted alone.
"Oh, I wasn't" Sebastian cares to precise "Like I wasn't keeping seats for you two... and yet you still manage to sit at my table anyway and giving me the oogies every single time".
"The oogies? What are you, twelve? And I remember times when you where the one sitting at our table". Kurt looks at him, daring him to respond.
Sebastian stares right back, «Payback is a bitch» it's all he says with easy nonchalance. "Do you really need all this junk?" he asks then picking up a little sculpture that Finn made for Kurt's birthday.
"One, it's not junk. Two, yes." Kurt walks up to him "And three, it's none of your business" and takes the sculpture back. "Now, get out of my room!".
One week after the move and they make it through without killing each other. Aside from little roomates fights about the use of the bathroom and the comparting division in the fridge, there are no incidents. Yet the strangeness of living with Sebastian doesn't die down. Kurt simply either doesn't think about it or suddenly realize that they live together and that simple thought keeps being shocking and unreal.
Kurt is not the same person he was when he first met Sebastian and he doubts Sebastian is too, or so he hopes. But he didn't really knew him back then and he surely doesn't now. Sebastian had been a two-dimensional high school villain that tried to get in Kurt's then-boyfriend pants. After, he had been the guy from his past that kept popping aroung NYC and with whom he has found himself - occasionally - sharing a table in a coffee shop with some banter to go along with the coffee.
But now? Who is Sebastian the roommate?
A spy? A serial killer? A spy serial killer?
He really ought to pay more attention to what is going on on the stage but his ex is there with the other guys from the chorus, been his usual charming self. Thinking about Sebastian is the only thing keeping him from make his thoughts pick a direction that he doesn't want to. Like, how did he had not seeing it coming?
Then the sadist.... ehm, the director calls back their attention and Kurt doesn't have time to think about nothing for the next three hours and a half except his steps and notes.
He manages to get out before The Jerk can corner him and go on and on with his useless apologies.
"I'm sorry, Kurt, I didn't mean to hurt you. It just happened to pick a very sharp pair of scissors and use it to first stab and then cut your little heart in tiny little piecies. Really. Friends?" Well, ok... he doesn't say exactly that but the general sense is the same. The bottom line is that someone has left him, again. Blaine, Adam, The Jerk. They all started great and ended up hurting him in the worst possible way.
Kurt wants to snap out of this train of thoughts. He doesn't want to feel miserable but he is tired, both physically and emotionally, and doesn't have the strenght to keep the sadness and self-pity at bay. Plus, the director is such a bastard that he could compete with Sebastian for the Most Mean Person of the Year Award.
Ah, right... Sebastian. His new roommate.
The thought of him drains the last energy he has left in his body and he leans against the wall of the elevetor on the ride up to his, theirs, apartment. He has to stop at the door, take a deep breath before open it and go inside.
The place looks empty and the lack of Sebastian gets a relived sigh out of him. In the one week he has been living here he has seen very little of his roommate. Luckly, he adds. Probably the reason why they are both still alive and living under the same roof.
Kurt suspects Quinn of running bets with their friends on how long they'll last but he is always too busy with something - ignoring his ex, planning painful way of ending the director's life - to tell them off. He's just grateful the news hasn't reach his father and Finn yet. Because he has no idea on how to explain it.
"Hi, dad... do you remember that guy I hated back in high school? The one that wanted to steal my boyfriend and tried to to blackmail the Glee club out of competing? Yes?! Good. We live together now. Isn't it great?!". No, it is not great. It isn't something that Kurt knows how to say to his dad. Mostly because he can't face the shame of having to tell about The Jerk, about how stupid he feels for beliving they were really moving in together.
"Honey, I'm home" is Sebastian's mocking salute.
Kurt sighs and decides that throwing something at him is not worth it. "Just in time for dinner, sweatheart" he responds with half a cup of sarcasm, one-quarter acid and one-quarter poison. Shaken, not stirred.
Sebastian whistles "Someone has his panties in a twist. What happened... they didn't let you wear a tutu?".
"It's a musical, not a ballet. Not that you'd know the difference. And you're not eating my food. I'm cooking for me, not for you".
"Whatever" he shrugs. "It doesn't even looks edible." but he still comes near Kurt, looking over his shoulder "Is that fresh basil?".
Kurt sighs, irritated. "You can't be serious" he mutters and the tells Sebastian "At least, set the table".
Ten minutes and they are eating pasta together. Sebastian is too occupied with eating and checking his cellphone to bother Kurt anymore and Kurt cherish the moment until it last. He occupies the time watching the other man. Sebastian's long fingers around the fork, the sauce-stained lips, the loose collar of his dress-up shirt that let you have a peek at his collarbone. Who are you? Kurt asks him silently.
But Sebastian doesn't respond, he doesn't even notice the question. And when he raise his eyes, Kurt's have already left him.
"Not so bad, princess" is his way of say "thank you", Kurt supposes.
"I can't say the same thing for you, troll-face" but he doesn't really put feeling in the insult, he is just that tired.
"You should go get your beauty sleep... even if it's a little late for that" Sebastian answers back while he gets up and takes the dishes.
"Hm" Kurt leaves Sebastian dealing with doing the dishes, it's only fair, and goes in his room. He crumbles on his bed, rolls up the covers, and falls fast asleep.