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Sebastian drummed his fingertips over the steering wheel of his dark green Aston Martin, black leather gloves dressing his hands, while he sat there, the engine of the car already off, and parked at the lot that was used for that same purpose, inside the grounds of the Dalton Academy. It must have been a good ten minutes of him sitting there, his piercing green eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, until he finally got out of the car, put the alarm on and put the keys inside the pockets of his dark gray coat. Equally colored pants, along with a white shirt completed his look, as he walked towards the main building’s main entrance, his hands working to take his gloves off, and then also his sunglasses, as he looked around and sighed, especially when he walked through the door.

The exact same thing he had been avoiding for so long was already coming back with a vengeance, and that was the flood of memories that place held for him. But he figured that, just like you did with a band aid, the quicker you were done with it, the less it would hurt. He was there for the Warblers ten year reunion, that was, ten years after they had graduated, so he might as well make the most of it.

For Blaine, being at Dalton had become about coming home to find himself. His first time walking these halls had been so intimidating, he’d been so hurt, but he’d been healed here and he’d risen to his full potential. At Dalton, he was Blaine Warbler, the lead rockstar in a group of rockstars. Everyone adored him and he felt comfortable and welcome. He’d moved on from there when he felt he needed to and he had convinced himself that he was ready, but the world outside of Dalton was not as kind to him as his home. He felt it was to be expected though, so he pushed through all of the little things that made him sad and he’d even found happiness. Dalton was his home and a place that held many people and things that he thought about late at night, but he felt like he had matured; like he was strong enough not to need his security blanket. But that confidence had been taken from him when he’d found himself lost again, without an anchor. So he came home.

Teaching came easy for Blaine, passing on the things he had learned from his peers throughout the years felt incredibly satisfying and watching a new generation blossom under his tutelage was enough to draw him out of his funk. Dalton was his home. When he’d heard Sebastian would be coming back to campus, the rest of the details of the situation surrounding it went right out the window and all Blaine could think about was the fellow Warbler. He was as nervous as could be up until the very second that he saw that lanky frame walk into view and in an instant it evaporated, leaving him smiling like he’d just seen the sun for the first time. “Sebastian– I know that hair,” he teased, calling back to a conversation they had had years ago because the verbiage was just so Sebastian. “You’re here.”

His footsteps echoed in the hallway, his boots stepping hard and then harder with each step he took. He could still remember the first time he walked through those hallways, the infinite amount of annoyance that had meant for him to start at a new school, after being expelled from that boarding school in Paris. And even if Dalton was as close as you can get to be at a boarding school, it hadn’t gone a full day before he realized it was by far two completely different things. Instead of being surrounded by ass kissers who were only interested in his name, and money, and everything he could get away with  because of that, at Dalton he found true, honest peers. At Dalton he found friends, starting with Jeff, that boy with the blonde mop of hair, who didn’t stop talking, and ultimately showed him to his room. At the moment, it was a welcome change.

Then he met Blaine. Blaine freaking Anderson. The boy who Sebastian at first wanted to make scream while he pinned him against a wall, yes, but as time went by, the boy he found himself thinking more often than not. Thinking of things he didn’t think with all the others he happened to have sex. None of them matters. And even if the temptation was grand, Sebastian knew that Blaine deserved more than just a quickie, and the fact was, the taller wasn’t sure he could offer him more than that. Then Blaine left, and that was it. Sebastian knew he had to move on, and he was an expert at that.

A lot of water had gone under both their bridges since then, and with Sebastian moving back to Paris after graduation, and then to New York, that didn’t leave enough time for them to catch up. Until now. What better moment to do that than a school reunion, at the same place where they had met a long time ago.

Sebastian snapped himself out of it when he heard his name being called, by that voice he once loved to hear, and one he had forced himself to forget, unsuccessfully, obviously. “Blaine Anderson. Looking good there, Killer” he said with a bright smile, also remembering their nicknames from back then. “Yes, I am. On the flesh. Would you like to poke my stomach to see if I’m real?” he said with a soft chuckle, then he took a step forward and pulled him for a warm hug. “It’s been a while” he said softly, while they were still holding one another.

The infamous Klaine had risen all the way to the highs of marriage and fallen to the struggles of divorce. It was something that nobody had expected, but everyone involved was taking pretty well. Another thing that nobody expected was Sebastian reaching out to Kurt to make sure he was okay, and the two of them being able to get along. More than that. Sebastian had reached out well before the marriage ended and though it had been touch and go after the divorce, they were friends again. So much so that Sebastian had asked Kurt to come over and had offered him a place to put his things. What Kurt didn’t know was that he was about to walk into an offer to move in as well. There was a knock on the door and Sebastian opened the door and the scent of dinner wafted out and greeted Kurt with the French man’s smile. “Hey here, stranger.”

Even if it wasn’t an easy pill to swallow, in the end it had been the right thing to do. Even if between them deciding to separate, and the actual divorce there was some amount of time, both Kurt and Blaine realized it was best not to continue to postpone the inevitable, and go on their own separate ways, if anything for the sake of saving enough that would keep them friendly-ish for their daughter’s benefit. On the other hand, there was the unexpected fact that none other that Sebastian Smythe was the one reaching out to him, not only before their divorce was final, but after, making sure that Kurt was okay. And even if it could had been easy to blame him about what was happening in his life, Kurt knew in his heart he couldn’t blame him. Besides, there was this odd, and somehow warm feeling of what was slowly becoming a truly unexpected friendship. When Kurt was looking for a smaller, cheaper place to move, Sebastian offered a spare empty room at his studio as storage for his things, and with him still looking, he now found himself knocking at the door of Sebastian’s apartment that evening, after leaving Ann Marie with Mercedes for the night. “Hey there yourself, sir” he said with a soft chuckle when the door was opened, the delicious smell immediately filling his nose. “Oh wow, something smells good. May I come in?” he asked, while still standing at the doorway.

There was no way to deny to himself how guilty he felt about the Klaine breakup. He was Sebastian Smythe, after all. The very same man that had tried to break them up before, and the very same man that reappeared only days before the marriage started to deteriorate. Whether or not it was already going in that direction, he didn’t know because he hadn’t been there, so the way things looked… this might be his fault. But reaching out to Kurt was more than guilt, he’d found before the crumbling that he really did enjoy the other man’s company. When he opened the door, it felt more like he was welcoming a fellow Warbler than a previous rival in love. An enemy. Or worse, someone he felt bad for. He was greeted and feigned getting comfortable, leaning up against the door frame nonchalantly. “No, I thought I’d host this little meeting right here at my super comfy front door.” He let the joke sit for just one second then shook his head, chuckling at himself as he stepped back and gestured towards the inside of his home. “Come on in, that scent you’re smelling would be dinner, so I hope you’re hungry.” No mention that dinner wasn’t required for the scheduled meeting, since they had only planned to do things that involved Kurt storing his stuff.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at him, but it was all in playful banter. “As quint as your neighbors may find that as they walk along the hallway, I think we’ll be more comfortable inside.” He watched Sebastian laughing and stepping back and Kurt put his chin up just a bit. “You never know- I may be a vampire, and I was asking for your permission to go in. Now-” He walked past him, making a soft wave of his hand. “- it’s too late.” He turned around and smiled playfully at him, then looked to where the delicious smell was coming from. “Actuall, I am. I… skipped lunch, so basically I haven’t eaten anything all day. Lots of coffee, that’s for sure!” He giggled, then took his jacket off, and placed it neatly on a chair nearby. “How was your day?” he begun to ask, then put his hands behind his back. “To be honest, I was surprised that you invited me to your place. I thought you had… other people to meet.” He gave his shoulder a small shrug and looked at him pointedly. It was no secret for Kurt that Blaine and Sebastian were already an item in the making, already trying to make up for the time they had lost, and no, that wasn’t Kurt’s business anymore. It just made him curious that he would invite him over, of all people.