Tell me about yourself

I promised a sequel. I really believed I could make this a long story, but nope. My muse ditched me again, that bitch. So I'm posting what I've written so far, because I like it, it's my baby and I hope I'll make at least some of you happy.
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(Oh, and please point out any grammar mistakes I may have made, thanks!)

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Sebastian's not what Kurt expected. They haven't seen each other for almost eight years, but old habits die hard. For the first hour they spent in the fancy office Kurt can't bring himself to relax. He expects Sebastian to slip in the middle of their conversation and turn into the sixteen years old prick he used to be, but nothing like that happens.

Sebastian is polite, funny and utterly charming. Kurt catches himself giggling nervously more than once and hates himself for it. He's a twenty-eight successful and self-confident young man for Christ sake. He should know better than to act like a virgin when Sebastian Smythe flashes him a smile and asks if he wants another piece of the delicious cheesecake.

In one moment Kurt stares intensely at his host's hands wondering how chocolate icing would taste if he could lick it off of the long fingers, so he chokes on air and flutters his eyelashes like an idiot. When Sebastian turns his back to him so he can refill their cups with the best cappuccino he has ever had, Kurt facepalms himself quietly.

"So, tell me how did you end up as a wedding planner? I thought you would be battling Berry for the spotlight on Broadway by now or ruling the fashion industry," Sebastian smiles looking honestly curios.

Kurt laughs and sighs looking out the window for a moment. "The first year at NYADA was exciting," he starts to explain. "My dream was coming true and the life in the City was always moving fast forward. I guess I never really stopped to think about my choices too scared someone would take it away if I gave them the chance," he pauses and smiles bitterly. "And then Blaine proposed."

"And you said no," Sebastian finishes the thought. He looks amused, but his eyes are wide with wonderment.

Kurt chuckles. "And I said no. It was just too much too quick. In that moment when he got on one knee and showed me the ring the world stopped for a minute. It was the breaking point. I realized this wasn't my dream anymore. I didn't want to marry a man who cheated on me, I didn't want to compete with Rachel for the rest of my life, and I didn't want the perfect life. I just wanted to breathe freely for a moment," he smiles at the man opposite him.

"So I quitted NYADA and started working for full time. It was the best decision I could have made. Isabelle became my mentor and gave me the chance to express myself. Wasn't it for her I'd still be stuck in a small apartment in Brooklyn pretending a curtain to be a wall, drinking soya milk, listening to Rachel singing in the shower at 6 am, tearing my hair out and trying to convince myself it was what I wanted."

"Oh my god," Sebastian laughs. "That sounds so pathetic. However, I must say it was really brave of you to refuse the Hobbit after such a show."

"My life was miserable at the time, trust me, I know," Kurt waved his hand, silently pleased Sebastian approved of his decision not to marry. Most of his friends couldn't understand it at first and some (Rachel) even tried to convince him to rethink it.

"I had been working with Isabelle for two years when she met the love of her life or so she claims," he continues. "She was freaking out like a true bridezilla, because every wedding planner she hired was and I quote: obtuse cheery know-it-all. I tried to calm her down saying we could plan the wedding together, that I've done it two times already and that I'd be honoured to help her. I've never seen her so happy and relieved at the same time," he laughs and catches Sebastian smiling softly at him.

"I've heard you've helped that cute blond cheerio marry Lopez," he nodded.

"Brittany and Santana, yes – that was my second wedding. It was at a farm Britt was born and it was totally crazy like everything including my friends. The first wedding I helped plan was my father's and my step-mother," Kurt pauses feeling his throat tighten. "It was the first time Finn danced with me, can you believe it?" he chuckles sadly.

Suddenly, there's a hand on his knee squeezing lightly.

"I'm sorry about your brother," Sebastian's looking at him, his green eyes sad but not pitying. He withdraws his hand slowly and Kurt immediately misses the warm comfort.

"Thank you," he says quietly and means it. With a shook of his head the moment is gone, but something has shifted between them. Sebastian is still leaning forward in his chair as if he wants to touch Kurt again and the other man has to hold himself not to ask him to fucking do it.

"Anyway, six months before the wedding," Kurt goes back to his life story, "Isabelle hugged me one late evening and asked me how she could ever repay me. I joked and said: Well, you could let me design your dress. I was kidding, but she grabbed my shoulders, started squealing and nodding and babbling something about 'brilliant creature' and 'of course, why haven't I thought about that' and the next day I found myself drawing sketches of a wedding dress for Isabelle Wright."

"Wow, that's really impressive, Kurt," Sebastian admits. "Another cheesecake?" he asks with a grin.

"No," Kurt laughs. "Are you trying to make me fat?"

"Please," Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Your amazing body can handle some sugar."

"Amazing body, huh?" Kurt raises an eyebrow.

"Shut up," the other man laughs. "So, what happened next? You designed her dress, it was absolutely beautiful, everybody loved it and you decided white could be your favourite colour for the rest of your life?"

"No, smartass," it is Kurt's turn to roll his eyes. "It was absolutely breath-taking, thank you very much, everybody loved it and Isabelle introduced me to one of her friends who owns a bridal salon. Well, she's a co-owner," he smirks.

"What salon?"

"Oh, Kleinfeld," he says as if it's a no big deal and looks at his fingernails in a mocking gesture.

"You're kidding," Sebastian laughs. "Fuck, that's... I'd like to say impressive, but I don't like repeating myself. You must be really glad you ditched NYADA, aren't you?"

"I am," Kurt gives him a small, sincere and private smile. It feels somehow intimate, but when Sebastian's eyes light up and his face softens into a happy expression, Kurt can't bring himself to regret it. "Even though it means I don't have a collage diploma."

"Screw a diploma, you don't need it to be amazing," Sebastian grins. "So, what? You're Kleinfeld's wedding planner and when the muse strikes you design a dress or two?"

Kurt throws his head back and laughs. "Actually, I'm introducing my second fashion collection next year."

"Well, fuck. I feel really worthless right now," Sebastian frowns pouting a little making Kurt laugh again, which was his intention, but nobody needs to know that.

"I'm sorry, you've just heard my life story and I never asked about you. So, what does Sebastian Smythe do for living?" Kurt moves a bit in his chair curious about this man's life.

It feels like they're meeting for the first time, but there's this odd familiarity even though they used to hate each other. Add the attraction into the mix and you have a perfect recipe for troubles. Kurt wisely decides to ignore this fact smiling stupidly instead.

"I'm a publisher."

Kurt gapes a little. He would never guess that. "Really? I've always imagined you like a lawyer or something."

Sebastian chuckles. "Figures. With dad's job and everything. My sister's studying for a lawyer. I decided my awesome criticism shouldn't come to waste, so – publisher," he explains a little awkwardly and Kurt could swear he sees him trying not to squirm nervously.

"Yeah, the lost of your creative yet lame insults would be a shame," Kurt rolls his eyes jokingly jabbing at their past. "I didn't know you have a sister."

"Two, actually," Sebastian smiles proudly. "Angelique is twenty-four; she's the lawyer. My parents got divorced when she was six and I was thirteen. Dad met Bianca four years later, she was twenty-eight and she was very kind. Angie loved her at the first sight, she was still this little girl who wanted a mom, but I was hesitant. Our mother," he pauses and his face falls a little.

"She's a free spirit, you know? When she had me, she was still a child herself. My dad loved her and when he found out she was pregnant he married her saying it was the small push he needed to make him pop the question. He was nineteen when I was born. The first years in France were a passionate chaos. Dad handled it a little bit better than mother did. She sometimes forgot she had a small kid home. I was her bébé bien-aimée and I love her dearly, but she was never the mother a child needs. She couldn't handle the responsibility; it was crushing her because she was used to be free.

It was difficult for her, but she refused to give up. She even convinced dad to have another baby. They lasted for almost fifteen years, but it wasn't easy. They tried their very best to stay together, but to be with someone you love shouldn't be so hard, don't you think?"

Kurt thinks he wants to kiss him. He wants to crawl into Sebastian chair, sit in his lap and kiss him until he forgets about his mother, France and the whole world. He wants to kiss the sad smile away and wrap himself around the other man until he's grinning happily again.

Kurt's fucked.

They talk for another hour or so when Kurt's phone starts ringing. The man jumps in his chair, giving Sebastian an apologetic smile, because it's one of the dressmakers from Kleinfeld and he has to take this. His host shrugs and motions him to go on. Kurt slips out of the office and Sebastian leans back into his chair with a loud sigh.

He never imagined he could want someone so much. Kurt is beautiful, funny and he makes Sebastian open up to him without thinking, but it doesn't make him feel vulnerable, because Kurt gives back as good as he gets. He even tells Sebastian about his mother after he told the story of his fucked up childhood in France. Sebastian felt awful when Kurt's eyes started to glisten so he quickly changed the topic. He started talking about his other sister.

When Kurt admits he'd like to meet Angie and Lizzie sometimes, Sebastian wants to kiss him. He loves his sisters more than anything and somehow Kurt wanting to meet them makes his chest tighten. Lizzie is only eight and she's his step-sister, but she's such a precious girl Sebastian would punch anyone who would dare to speak differently. He doesn't doubt Kurt's amazing with children.

Sebastian smiles goofily and then groans loudly, because he's so fucked. He doesn't even know if Kurt's dating someone and even if he wasn't why would he jump on Sebastian when the world is full of more suitable candidates. Normally he wouldn't give up so easily, but Kurt deserves better. They can be friends. That's the normal process, isn't it?

"Sorry for that," Kurt's soft voice interrupts the silence and Sebastian closes his eyes for a second. He imagines the voice in the morning waking him up after a sleepless night full of-

"I have to go."

His eyes snap open and he almost yells no in his panic to stand up as quickly as possible. "That's a shame, cher," he says with his typical charming smirk and wants to run against a wall, because seriously? That was so cheap, Sebby. Shame on you, you little pervert.

Kurt blinks and laughs smiling fondly at Sebastian as if thinking: you unbelievable idiot. He takes his bag checking his folders and turns to the other man.

"Surprisingly, it was really nice to see you. I'm coming back next week for another appointment with Bianca, you could join us again if you want," he says biting down on his bottom lip looking shy and Sebastian's half-sure his nose is bleeding.

"I'll do that. I'm glad we had some time to catch up," he chuckles, because they've basically poured their hearts out. "I guess I'll see you around a lot from now on."

"Yes," Kurt nods and leans in to kiss Sebastian's cheek sweetly. "See you, amour," he smirks and disappears. Sebastian is left standing by the door of Bianca's office blushing extensively.

So, that's the firs chapter, I have two more I'll be posting soon. Let me know what you think (means a lot).
I would really like to finish this story, so I'm asking for help, lovely people. Any idea or wish may help me, so please, express yourself :) Thanks