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 had finally - finally - got the all clear from his doctor’s to walk without the crutches. Of course, that meant he had to sit there in an office and listen to them explain what it meant, and what he had to do, and how he still had to turn up to physical therapy once a week, and still had to use his crutches if he felt like he needed them. He just nodded and smiled, resisting the urge to jump for joy. But soon enough, he was out of the office, crutches in his hand, but not actually using them to walk. He wouldn’t be allowed to drive until he retook a driving test, so he hailed a cab, went back to his apartment and dumped the crutches in his closet (hoping never to have to use them again) got changed and then, before he could change his mind, caught another cab to Kurt’s apartment. The two of them had actually been going well for the past month. Cassie teased him about it, but he knew she liked having Kurt around every so often, and he knew she was happy that he finally admitted it. He took in a breath and knocked on the door.
Kurt had just pulled the second of two trays of cupcakes he had baked that Saturday afternoon. He had spent most of the day cleaning his apartment and doing laundry. He ate lunch real quickly, and then started to bake the cupcakes which he intended to bring Sebastian later on. It had been a month since they finally admit they wanted to be exclusive, but they weren’t boyfriends yet; and almost two months since they admitted to have certain feelings towards each other. Talking about baby steps. But he didn’t mind going slow, it was actually a nice change of pace. When he turned the oven off and was about to get change to go to Sebastian’s place, there was a knock on his door. Curious as to who that might be, he went quickly and opened it, not even half expecting who was there when he did it. “Sebastian? What a great surp—” He looked down at him, and then up. And down again. “Oh my god… Oh, my god!!” He started bouncing on the spot, clapping his hands.
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.
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.
Sebastian sighed after hanging up the phone, looking around the apartment. He needed to clear up the cereal but he just wasn’t in the mood for it now. He figured he could get back to it in fifteen, twenty minutes, but for now he was still starving. He went into the kitchen, ignoring the crunch of the cereal under the wheels, and opening the fridge. He grabbed out an apple, and a chocolate bar. They each contridicted each other, but they were both quick and easy so it would do. He went back in the living room, watching the television while he ate the apple and chocolate. After finishing them, he resigned his avoidance of cleaning up the cereal, picking up a dustpan and broom, attempting to sweep it up.
Kurt paid the cab driver and stepped out of the taxi in front if Sebastian’s apartment building. On his hand, he carried two re-usable bags filled with two containers each, and one hand he carried a tray from the coffee shop place with two smoothies. He walked into the building and got into the elevator, up to where Sebastian’s place was. The stubborn man he was, Kurt was determined to help his… friend, him out; even if he was pretty sure it would come back to bite him on the ass. He walked up to the door to his apartment, which he remembered from him mentioining sometime, and after taking a huge breather, he knocked on the door.