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“Fairytale movies do that to him,” Kurt told her at the same moment Sebastian started to argue. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, but let his husband take their daughter into his own arms. “Your Daddy doesn’t believe in happily ever afters.”

“But you guys are married and living happily ever after, aren’t you, Papa?” She asked, sounding honestly concerned.

“Of course we are,” he replied with a smile. “But your Daddy is too stubborn to admit it. He likes acting like he’s too good for fairy tales.”

“I do not.” Sebastian argued, but Kurt was quick to counter, “Oh, I can smell the hatred on your breath!”

“Yeah, me too!” Paxton exclaimed, covering her nose with one small hand. Kurt laughed.

“That’s ice cream,” he huffed, but the other two weren’t listening. Kurt turned to his daughter with a shocked expression.

“Oh, no, Pax. I think Daddy’s hatred rubbed off on you, I smell it on your breath, too!” He said. Paxton’s hand moved down to her mouth, her blue eyes widening in horror. “That’s okay, though, because do you know what cures that?” She shook her head, light brown hair flying wildly. “If you go brush your teeth and get a good night’s rest, you should be all healed up in the morning.”

Paxton couldn’t get out of Kurt’s arms quickly enough, skipping off to the bathroom. Sebastian just watched her, silently astonished.

“How do you do it?” He finally asked, stepping closer to his husband and sliding a hand around his waist. “I swear, it’s like you have her under a spell. I’d be fighting with her for an hour trying to get her into bed.”

“I just have a special way with kids, what can I say?” He shrugged and tipped his chin in the air, breaking off in a quiet laugh.

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re the actual father,” he murmured, and Kurt sighed, tapping him on the chest lightly.

“You are just as much her father as I am, Sebastian Smythe, now stop that.” He spoke quietly, seriously. “She may have my chromosomes running through her body, but your stubbornness has definitely rubbed off.” He smiled a little. “Maybe that’s why you butt heads. She’s like a mini you, stubborn and headstrong. Not to mention a snarky little witch when she wants to be.”

“Aww, babe,” Sebastian grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to his husband’s lips. “After all these years you still know how to flatter me.” Kurt laughed, shaking his head.

“Daddy! Papa! I’m ready for bed!” Paxton’s voice rang through the apartment along with her little footsteps as she ran from the bathroom to her bedroom. Kurt took a step back, sliding his hand down Sebastian’s arm and interlocking their fingers.

“C’mon, Daddy. We’ve got a bedtime story to read.” He said.

“But she just watched a movie,” Sebastian groaned, reluctantly following behind him. “I just want to go to bed.”

So I walked over to the punch bowl and got myself a drink, noticing only vaguely that it had already been spiked, and I stood back and just surveyed the party. My eyes skimmed through the crowd, all of the couples standing out as almost every single one of them were clung to each other. 

Rachel was hanging all over Finn, giggling as while he whispered in her ear. It was almost disgusting, but at the same time something tugged in my chest. It was so weird. 

I looked past them, simply because I thought I was going to puke if I saw them kiss one more time. That's when I noticed Kurt with Blaine. That one made me feel even sicker... 

Back to my Guide. 

Step 2: if they’re eyeing you, they totally want you.

I noticed a cute little blonde girl looking at me from over her glass, her eyes lit with amusement and a hint of longing. I sat my glass down, putting on my best Puckerman Charm™ and walked over to her.

“So, you liking the party?” I asked casually. The girl looked up at me, smiling, and seemed to think the question over for a while before replying.

“Parties aren’t really my thing.” She told me and I caught a hint of something in her voice, a glint of that same something, almost like hunger, in her eyes.

“Yeah, they’re not really my forte either…” I said slowly. “I was actually just about to get out of here, care to join me?”

“Sure.” She almost purred the word. I grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd and out the front door. As soon as we walked out into the cool, comfortable night air she took over, walking in front me and pulling me around the house. Once we were in the darkness of the side of the house she pushed me back, pressing me against the brick wall.

“A girl who gets straight to the point,” I murmured quietly. “I like it.”

I could tell she was smiling as she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, kind of soft and sweet at first, but it wasn’t long before it turned into something sloppy, and dirty, and wet. Her hands ran across my chest, over my arms, down to my belt and back to repeat the cycle, while mine stayed firmly on her hips. After a while she pulled away, seeming aggravated with me.

“Are you going to move your hands or what?” She hissed. I was shocked for a minute, I had never had a girl hiss at me while we made out. And then I actually thought about the question, of course the old me would have felt her up in a heartbeat, but it felt kind of… wrong in a way.

And that was when I realized something, why my heart ached when I watched Kurt and Blaine, what the ‘more’ that I wanted was. I wanted a healthy, stable relationship. Not just some sleaze that would let me do whatever with her whenever. And there was only one woman that I wanted, only one that it felt right to have that relationship with.

I sighed and pushed her away, a first for me. “No. I-I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.”

She looked a little offended as I walked away. I felt a little bad for that, but there was something I had to do. I jogged around the house, back in through the front door. I had to do this. 

The crowd had gotten even thicker since I left with that girl and I'd lost sight of all of my friends. I pushed my way through the throngs of people, music pulsing in my ears, or maybe it was my heart thumping in my chest with anxiety. There was no telling, I just had to find him. I finally caught sight of Finn next to the stairs. 

"Hey, bro! Um, do you know where your brother is?" I asked. Finn looked a little confused by the question, but nodded and pointed toward the sliding glass door that led out back. I thanked him quickly and ran toward the door, nearly running through it instead of opening it and walking through. And there he was...

Kurt sat on a swing in the empty back yard, next to Blaine. Blaine was a nice kid, I knew, but I couldn't help but hate him just a little bit in that moment. I set my best glare on him and walked up, I assumed either in the middle of a joke or flirtatious line because Kurt was giggling until he saw me. 

"Hey, Noah... what are you doing?" He asked, looking concerned. I stopped glaring at Blaine, my face softening as I turned to Kurt. I'd kill any of you that repeat this, but secretly I loved that he called me Noah... 

"I need to talk to you." I said. Kurt sighed, giving Blaine an apologetic look. The kid just nodded and stood up, leaving with a gentle smile. 

"Look, Noah, we've already been through this..." 

"I know, but... I just..." Another first tonight. I was at a complete loss for words. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I realized something tonight. And that is that.. You are the only person I want, the only one that could ever get rid of this… This ache in my chest. I guess I’ve changed, because I don’t just want someone to make out and have sex with anymore… I want… More. I want a real relationship. With you.” the words came out in a rush and I took a breath after I finished, looking at him nervously.

He smiled sweetly, but sadly. “Noah, this wouldn't work between us...”

“Anything can work if both people try and really want it.” I interrupted him quickly, “but if it would make you more comfortable… I can wait. I can wait until you’re comfortable with it.”

“You, Noah Puckerman, would wait for someone?” He almost sound shocked, and I should have been offended, but I was a little shocked, too. I nodded.

“Totally. Only you though, because you’re worth the wait.” I smiled, what I hoped would come off as charming, but I think it came out more nervous.

Kurt was quiet for a long while... Too long. I was starting to get nervous. 

"I'll think about it," he finally said in an almost whisper. I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my lips. 

"Seriously?" 

"No promises," he said. "This... is still... really weird. I mean, you're... you and I'm me and... since when are you even into guys?" 

"I don't know, honestly..." I muttered. Because, I really didn't. I had never thought about a guy in the way I thought about Kurt, until I met Kurt and started hanging out with him more after he became Finn's step-brother. 

"I guess that's a conversation for another time," he said, standing. "But I think I'm going to get back to the party." He stood in front of me for minute, almost as if he were contemplating, then leaned up on tip toes to kiss my cheek. I blushed like a schoolgirl and I'm so thankful no one saw it because as soon as he did that, he was off and back in the house.

“Au contraire, mon ami,” Sebastian said, taking his beer with a gracious smile and turning to face Kurt. “If you’re having a bad night, I may be just what you need.” He winked, his smile falling back into the familiar smirk.

“No, you’re really not.” Kurt stated, moving to slide off his barstool and leave, he could walk home from here he was sure. Sebastian grabbed Kurt’s elbow, the action alone enough to stop him.

“Hey, c’mon, Kurt,” he started. “I know we didn’t get along in high school, but it’s been years. Two of them, actually. And we’re under very different circumstances now than when I was being an ass back then. Last I heard, you broke the engagement over a year ago. Let’s talk…”

Kurt’s jaw clenched, his lips forming a thin line at the mention of his former engagement. It had been over a year, but it still stung a little, especially when he knows that Blaine’s here, under the same roof as him. And so is Chandler. Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, looking Sebastian over with an inquisitive look, pursing his lips. Sebastian raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little as if to say ‘Just give me a shot?’

“Fine,” Kurt finally sighed. “You want to talk? We can, just not here.”

“Where then?” Sebastian furrowed his brows, confused. Kurt looked around at the quickly thinning crowd as more and more people went off together. I’d like to join that group, he thought, just wanting out of here.

“You have a car?” Kurt asked. Sebastian nodding, patting the pocket Kurt assumed held his keys. “Great, let’s get out of here.” He turned on his heel and began to move across the room, toward the exit. Sebastian opened his mouth to question him, but he was already gone.

“Hey, wait!” He pulled his wallet out and threw a few dollars onto the bar before he slid from his seat, following Kurt as quickly as he could. He finally caught up just outside the door, the cold December air hitting him hard. Kurt scanned the parking lot.

“Where are you?” He looked at Sebastian expectantly. Sebastian nodded his head toward the back of the lot, stepping off the curb and leading them toward his black Mustang. He unlocked the doors, both of them ducking into their seats and buckling, Sebastian starting the car before he finally turns to Kurt.

“Where are we going exactly?” He questioned, still very confused by all of this.

“I don’t know, just… not here. You can just circle the block if you want, I just don’t want to be here.” Kurt said, staring out the passenger window. Sebastian nodded, putting the car into gear and pulling out of the lot and onto the street. Kurt watched the bar disappear in his mirror until it was nothing, blocked out by streetlights and houses and stop signs. They drive in silence for a while, Sebastian focused on the road and Kurt focused on trying to ignore that this night occurred at all.

“You’re not leaving anyone back there that’s going to get pissed at me for stealing you, are you?” Sebastian asked, mostly joking but still curious. Kurt shook his head.

“Nah, Rach left with some guy… with the keys, actually, so I didn’t really have a way to leave.” Kurt admitted.

“Great friend,” Sebastian commented.

“She’s the greatest.” Kurt murmured. He looked over at Sebastian, taking in his profile. He had definitely changed a little over the past two years, it wasn’t really noticeable at first glance, but Kurt can tell how his jawline’s more defined now, his face is thinner and he’s filled out some, no longer just a lanky teenager. Sebastian feels Kurt’s eyes on him but doesn’t say anything, just keeps his eyes on the road and lets Kurt look until he finally comes out with a question of his own, “Thanks for getting me out of there, but I have to ask, why?”

“Because you went to college and got really fucking hot.” Sebastian said nonchalantly. “Like, even when you’re moping you’re pretty attractive. And you’re single now, so why not?”

“Getting into my pants isn’t that easy, Smythe.” Kurt promised. Sebastian snorted.

“Who said anything about getting into your pants?”

“It’s you, Sebastian.”

“Touché…”

They fell back into silence. Kurt watched as the buildings eventually disappeared altogether and streetlights began to pop up and few and far between, nothing breaking the darkness but Sebastian’s headlights cutting through the air and illuminating the snow on either side of the road.

“So, did you get into NYADA?” Sebastian asked, glancing over to Kurt as he nodded.

“I did, after initially getting turned down. I finally got in.” Kurt recounted the story for him, how he managed to get his acceptance. “Where did you end up after graduation?”

“I’m studying law at Columbia.” Sebastian told him with a proud smile.

“Law? Ooh, following in your dad’s footsteps?”

“I guess you could say that,” Sebastian shrugged. “Really, it’s just something I’m good at. And I actually really enjoy it.”

Kurt nodded, then, “Wait, Columbia? Isn’t that in New York?”

Sebastian laughed softly, “That it is.”

“Are you stalking me? Is that what all of this really is?”

Sebastian laughed again, a little harder this time, “Not exactly. Columbia’s where my dad studied, he insisted. Trust me, if I were stalking you this would have happened a lot sooner.”

Kurt chuckled, surprised to find himself actually feeling a little better about the night. He was currently in a car with Sebastian Smythe, but it was relieving, getting away from that bar and his ex-fiancé and his horrible mood. They continued to make small talk, discussing various aspects of the past two years of their lives. Sebastian tells Kurt his favorite place to get coffee in New York, which just so happened to be the same place Kurt had gone for a few months straight. Same for most of his other usual hangouts, and really it’s surprising that they hadn’t run into each other until tonight. Kurt regales with stories of his adventures living with Rachel and Santana, and Sebastian shares his own experiences with various roommates in the past, though now he has his own apartment. Sebastian laughs and smiles in ways Kurt’s never seen, all signs of animosity in their interactions gone, making way for actual pleasure in each other’s company. Kurt feels that buzz under his skin again, but this time it isn’t from the alcohol, and while he’s absolutely bewildered that Sebastian of all people is making him feel this way, he’s enjoying it.

He’s not exactly sure where they’re driving, and he’s really not sure if Sebastian does either. He follows the nothingness out the window as that comfortable silence falls over them again. He’s just about to ask just where they’re at when Sebastian speaks up.

“Do you want to see my favorite place in Westerville?” Sebastian asked, glancing at Kurt quickly to register his expression.

“Sure…”

Sebastian gave him a sharp nod and turned down a side street. If Kurt didn’t know better, he’d venture to say that Sebastian looked a little nervous all of a sudden. But Sebastian doesn’t get nervous, he’s confident and sure in everything he does, even after two years. They followed a few more unfamiliar streets, Kurt anxiously looking out the windows because he was extremely curious as to what could possibly be considered Sebastian’s favorite spot in Westerville. Would it be another bar? No, they were now following a lot of streets with houses lining either side, colored lights hanging from all possible surfaces and a giant snowman or Santa Claus in every other lawn. A park? Sebastian didn’t seem like an “outdoorsy” type, but there was always a chance.

“It’s… It’s a little weird,” he started, stuttering in a way that Kurt had never heard before. Was he actually nervous? Kurt turned to him as the car smoothly rolled to a stop near the top of a hill, in the middle of the street. “I just… I used to take this way home a lot when I would leave Dalton, and it would always be at night and I started noticing the scenery and, especially around Christmas, it’s just… beautiful. The lights of the town, and the way the Christmas lights are reflected off the snow… I love it.” Sebastian stopped, sounding a little breathless as he stared out the windshield. There was something new in his tone and expression that Kurt had never seen before. He was… vulnerable. Kurt’s lips tugged at the corner as he realized that Sebastian was actually opening up to him a little. Sure, it was just the little fact of how much he liked the view from this particular hill on this particular street, but it was something. Kurt turned to actually take in the view and suddenly he understood the breathlessness he heard in Sebastian’s voice.

From where they sat, you could perfectly see the multiple globes of streetlights and the ever-changing traffic lights. They seemed to be floating in the darkness, like warm, comforting orbs. Every now and then headlights would appear for a moment and disappear just as quickly, like shooting stars in the distance. This view was outlined by the snowbanks, which held a tint of color from all the Christmas lights surrounding them. It was a breathtaking sight. Kurt unconsciously reached out to put his hand over Sebastian’s on the console between them. Sebastian tore his eyes away from the lights and looked down at their hands, feeling the warmth coming off of Kurt’s smooth palm. Without a second thought, he turned his hand up and laced their fingers together, squeezing Kurt’s hand gently and looking back out at the town before them. They stayed like that, hands interlocked and staring out the window, for a while until Sebastian finally spoke.

“We should probably go now, I’m sure a car parking in the middle of the street at nearly midnight is a bit unnerving to the residents.” Sebastian let go of Kurt’s hand and putting the car into gear so they could continue the drive back to Lima, the car completely silent except for the soft hum of Christmas music from the speakers and Kurt occasionally giving Sebastian directions. They finally came to a stop outside of Kurt’s Ohio home, Sebastian putting the car into park and turning to Kurt.

“So… here we are.”

“Here we are,” Kurt repeated, looking out at his house. Carole had taken over decorations the past couple of years, meaning it actually looked festive during the Christmas season. White lights hung along the roof and strands of colored lights were wrapped around the posts of the small porch. Kurt looked back at Sebastian. “Thanks, for the ride, and getting me out of there,” he said, giving the other boy a small smile. “And… thanks for sharing that spot with me.” He added. Sebastian huffed out what Kurt assumed was supposed to be a laugh, nodding.

“Sure thing, Kurt.”