After haviing to sit through a god ten-minute yelling from his father, telling him that he had been crazy for doing what he did, Kurt looked up at the doctor and nodded. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it, doctor. My father and my boyfriend are the most important thing in my life so they should hear what I have to hear.” "But Mr. Hummel, he’s not fam—" “He’s my ex-husband. Does that qualify? And if it doesn’t, I don’t care. He stays because I say so. Because… I want him to.” He sighed and looked at his dad. “I’ll explain later, dad.” He then held onto Sebastian’s hand, who had been squeezing his own, maybe to calm him down.
The doctor nodded and waited until they were all seated down. Kurt took a deep breath as the words begun to reach his ears. Ecography: Positive. It was a tumor, now what remained to be done is removed it and perform a biopsy to see what kind it was. Kurt’s lip quivered as he fought to hold back the tears, still holding onto Sebastian’s hand tight.
Kurt could only spot blurry images and sounds around him, the muffled voices, the black skies aboves, the red flickering lights making him slightly dizzy. "Mr Hummel? Can you hear me? You remember what happened? Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you." Even if he could move, his mind seemed to be floating somewhere, and the onky thing that kept him grounded was the punding pain inside his head, on his face and on his ribs.
Sebastian ’s insides had dropped the moment he had gotten the phone call. For a few moments he just stood there, phone in hand, frozen and not knowing what to do. All he had really heard on the phone was that Kurt was in a hospital but they couldn’t tell him much over the phone. He snapped out of the frozen state and realised he was just standing there while Kurt was injured or maybe worse. With that thought on his mind he snatched up his jacket and raced down the stairs to find a cab.
Look, baby! Someone took a candid photo of us! :D
Kurt inhaled deeply as he slowly woke up for the second time that morning, and was happy to take in all the manly scent that was Sebastian. Second time because, just at the crack of dawn, they had woken up with a bit of a ‘hard’ situation, and so they managed to flip around in bed and, as quietly as possible, enjoyed a heated, and half sleepy 69 session. After they were done, they fell asleep into each other’s arms, Kurt’s favorite part, and now they startedto wake up again. Kurt kissed the spot over Sebastian’s heart and looked up smiling. “Morning, early bird.”
Sebastian groaned, keeping his eyes shut, “ngg. I demand more sleep,” he said groggily, though peeking an eye open to look down at Kurt. “What time is it?” He muttered, returning Kurt’s smile.
Kurt walked out of the bathroom carrying his handbag, after checking that all his beauty products were in it. Four days was an awful amount of time for being without it, especially with his delicate, pale skin. He then checked his suitcase and also made sure that all the necessary pants, shirts, undershirt, socks and briefs were in it too, then walked to the closet to get the suits they had chosen for the event. As discussed, they were going to be classic black, with a detail on the ties. He took a deep breath as he made one more check at things, wanting to make sure that everything would be perfect. The idea of being sort of oficially introduced to the Smythe family both thrilled and scared him. “Baby? Is your suitcase ready? Are you ready?” He chuckled, then checked the time. They still had two hours before they had to be at the airport.
Sebastian: “Yeah,” Sebastian called back, from where he was sitting on the couch, “all done!” He was flicking through the channels on the tv, knowing they had a couple of hours before they had to be there (though that meant leaving in an hour or so, just so they knew for sure they’d be there on time) but, after finding nothing good on, switched it off and stood up, walking into their bedroom where their suitcases were sitting on the bed, and Kurt was looking over them. He leaned against the door frame with a smile, “you nervous?”
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?”