Sebastian looked around his room, which was empty save for the furniture and the stack of boxes in the corner. The small stack, he didn’t exactly have much here because he’d never bothered bringing much to college and that was all he had when he moved to New York. It was mostly clothes and books. Cassie was still planning on living here for a few more weeks, given her and Paul were looking for a place of their own, instead of moving into an already existing apartment. But when she left she wasn’t taking much of the furniture anyway, unless her and Paul particularly liked something, they were just planning on donating it to Goodwill. He looked around for a second longer, before starting to move the boxes out of his room and into the car he’d hired out for the day.
Kurt was hyperactive that day, running around the apartment and trying to get everything clean and ready for when Sebastian arrived. His boyfriend was to be his roommate now. And that was an exciting and also scaring notion all together, because it was a huge step forward in their relationship. Ther relationship. It sometimes made Kurt to smile fondly. Given their rather tumultuous beginning, it was quite the wonder how they were at that point at that moment. But there was nothing Kurt would want more, and he was going to make his best to make it work. He cleaned a huge space in his closet, and also cleared several drawers for Sebastian’s belongings, then moved the clothes that he didn’t wear all the time to the other room, while he also made a nice salad and a plate of cheese and crackers to receive his now roommate.
Sebastian turned to Kurt and grinned as they exited the plane after landing at the airport in Las Vegas, “ready to get drunk, party hard and pretend you’re still in college?” He’d teased Kurt before about going on Spring Break despite not being a student but considering Sebastian was the one who suggested Kurt and he go, it was all in gest.
Kurt looked at him from under the rim of his glasses and chuckled. “Well, tecnically you’re still at college, so I guess it applies for you.” He chuckled, then walked along beside him, their suitcases in hand. “Regardess, this was an amazing idea, Bas. I’ve never been to Las Vegas! Although I wouldn’t be holding my breath on the getting drunk bit on my part, you know?” He shook his head. “I’m a terrible drunk, or so I’ve been told.”
Sebastian was running late. He’d got out of class twenty minutes late, after being held back by the teacher to discuss a previous essay he’d turned in, then the weather had meant the Subway was crowded and he’d got back to his apartment even later than he would have. Cassie had told him in the morning that she’d be gone by the time he’d got back, spending most of the day with her boyfriend (the guy from the party, whom Sebastian had come to not dislike). Wednesday was one of his worst days for classes and that, combined with Kurt’s work schedule meant that they hadn’t had a chance to catch up before dinner. Now he was getting out of the cab at Kurt’s building, a wide, thin box in his hand, and a single rose sitting on top of it. He was meant to be here 15 minutes ago, and he surely hoped Kurt wouldn’t hold that against him. The doorman waved him in, having recognised him from the countless times he’d visited so soon he was knocking on Kurt’s door.
Kurt was frantically working around the kitchen to get things ready. After being let out of the Vogue offices at 5 pm that day, he was now running like a mad chicken to get their dinner going. His and Sebastian’s first Valentine’s day together, and it had to the perfect. The slight OCD that Kurt had, and which he would never recognized, always kicked in when he was nervous or anxious, and that evening wasn’t the exception. Luckily, he had bought all the ingredients the day before, so he had all that he needed already there. When everything was cooking at a proper rate, he got into the shower and got cleaned up quickly, before gettig dressed in black tight pants, with equally tightblack briefs under, a light blue shirt on top, no tie, along with a dark blue vest on top. Hair in place and he was ready just in time to check on the food. What was also lucky is that Sebastian was 15 minutes late than they had agreed to meet, but it was one time that Kurt was willing to let go. The table was set, with two tall glasses and a bottle of red wine for them to drink, when he heard the knock on the door, and he was quick to answer. “Hello, man…” he greeted him with a rather low tone of voice.
Kurt stirred up in his sleep, then mumbled quietly and turned around in the bed, his face now towards the window. He could hear the seagulls flying by and the waves crashing on the beach, and all his senses told him that it was time to get out of bed. But after the marathon that he and Sebastian had, he figured that a couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt. He had his back to Sebastian now, a small space between them, and he slipped his hads under the pillow and ke´pt his eyes closed, enjoying the morning bliss he was now feeling.
Sebastian was sleeping soundly and certainly didn’t notice Kurt waking up. A little while later though he yawned, stretching out and then rolled onto his back. He noticed Kurt next to him, lying on his side and smiled, rolling over so his chest was now against Kurt’s back, “you awake?”
Kurt stood there with his blue eyes wide as plates. “Oh, my gosh… Are you serious?” His eyes went from the dangling keys in front of him to the woman that was now speaking to him. “Yes, I’m serious, Kurt. You and your boyfriend need some serious relaxation time alone, after all you guys had been through. And what better way than to go away together this holiday weekend? Mi casa es su casa…" She smiled at him and next that happened, Kurt was half tackling her in a strong hug, bouncing on the spot, saying ‘thank you’ a dozens of times. It was Tuesday, the day before the long holiday weekend started and they were having a sort of pre-Thanksgiving brunch at Vogue; and now Kurt couldn’t wait to run to Sebastian’s place and tell him the good news.
Sebastian was sitting on the couch next to Cassie, a large bowl of popcorn between them as they watched a marathon of LOST. They were up to the second season and Sebastian had already started complaining about how confusing it was, but secretly he loved it. “So,” Cassie popped a couple of bits of popcorn in her mouth, “are you and Kurt doing anything for Thanksgiving? I doubt you’re seeing your parents.” He laughed, “I haven’t spent Thanksgiving with my parents since I was 14. So, no. But,” he shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe just hang out. We don’t really have any plans. You?” She nodded, “yeah, I’m spending it with Brad. He’s in town, and since our parents can’t come out. Brother, sister dinner. You and Kurt can join us if you want?”
Sebastian: Text: Hummel, I know we haven’t really spoken the past two weeks but can we catch up tonight? I’ll buy the drinks.
Kurt: Text: I’ve been busy, sorry. Yeah, sure. Where?
Sebastian: Text: I wasn’t asking for an explanation, I was just stating a fact. And the bar on West? 7pm.
Kurt: Text: Whatever. Ok. See you.
Just like the most powerful storm leaves havoc behind it, so it happened with that feeble night of sex between Kurt and Sebastian. Of course, that applied to Kurt’s case, because he knew that it had been only about letting some steam go. And in all honesty that had also been Kurt’s angle of the whole thing, except that he actually looked forward for that moment with the man, whereas to the other it was just a casual, totally meaninglesss, one-night thing. Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps it was only because Kurt also had gone long without having sex, too damned focused into taking care of him, to which Sebastian couldn’t care less, that he had enjoyed it so much. Yeah. Totally. That was the reason.
Kurt placed the last items on his check up list inside the travel bag for their picnic that Sunday afternoon. Being a Sunday, both him and Sebastian got up late and had a good breakfast rather late in the morning, past 10. So their picnic was going to be a sort of late lunch. Chicken sandwiches, fruits, two thermus, one with freshed squeezed orange juice, the other with cool water, plus a poundcake that he had baked that very morning, and all the food was good to go. Dressed in plain jeans and a simple navy blue shirt (no point into dressing fancy to go to the park and get all dirty), Kurt walked around the kitchen, zipping the bag after placing several napkins in there, while he waited for Sebastian to come out of his room. “Sebastian! Are you ready to go?”, he called out to him.
Sebastian still wasn’t entirely sure what the point of all this even was, but when he mentioned it offhandedly to his therapist she had assured him that it was a good idea to get out of the house and resume normal life. He wanted to snap back that going on picnics wasn’t exactly his normal life but he needed to get out of the apartment for something other than therapy so he wasn’t complaining. It took him twice as long to get dressed - even in a simple jeans and shirt - than it did Kurt, but once he was ready he was sitting back in his chair, wheeling himself out of his room. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
Sebastian was sitting on the couch, watching some bad western flick from decades ago because there wasn’t really much else on. He wasn’t particularly paying any attention to it though, he was just waiting for Kurt to bring home the food because he was starving. He’d skipped lunch because he really hadn’t felt like it at the time. He’d had his therapy session today - not physical therapy either. The kind they try to get you to talk about your feelings which Sebastian wasn’t keen on but it was part of the program. He usually sat there silently, shrugging along with the questions asked of him, gaining several sighs from the person asking him. And afterwards he just hadn’t felt like eating, so he’d snacked on some potato chips half way through the afternoon but it wasn’t exactly fulfilling. He reminded himself to give Kurt some money to cover the takeout, and also some of the other takeouts he’d bought during the week. He heard the lock click and sighed in relief. “Please have food,” he called out.
Kurt had picked a good amount of Tai food, even if he had joked about bringing him sushi. He opened the door and found Sebastian already waiting for him. “No, I bring you the gift of my soothing presence. Of course I brought food. Tai, I hope you like it.” He walked to the kitchen table and started to empty the bag on it. He had had a long and hard day, so he was looking forward to some food, a relaxing shower and a good night of sleep. It was Friday evening, and even if he didn’t have to work the next day, he had a lot of things to do with his day.
Guess who gets stuck with the Grinch for another seven days?
Nah, I’m kidding. Physical therapy is going well, slowly but good. I’ve no doubt he’ll be chasing me out of the apartment in no time.