DISCLAIMER: I do NOT, in anyway, own glee. If I did, I would have Chris Colfer exotic dancing on the baby grand and a bunch of hot gay men going after him.

Pairing: Sebastian/Kurt

A/N: Hello to my dear readers. It's been ages since I have written a decent work of fiction so please be warned I'll be writing this story at my own pace. Anyways I got this idea after I read Chris Colfer's interview about the introduction of the first real threat for Kurt and Blaine: Sebastian. He said his first thought was I quote, "Why does nobody ever love Kurt? Why does nobody love me. Why does nobody ever pursue Kurt?". That was my exact sentiments too so I have decided to take the liberty of rectifying that in my story here. Also cause I ship Skurt/Kurbastian (I do love Klaine, as well as Furt/Kurtofsky/Hevans/Purt.) I would like to mention that Blaine never got together with Kurt here. Everything will be explained in due time so don't worry.

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Chapter 1

"So Kurt, got any big plans for this summer?" Burt Hummel asked as he waited for his son to serve dinner, eyeing the plate of what he termed "rabbit food" with distaste as he grimaced when it was placed in front of him. Tonight the pair of Hummel would be dining by themselves since Carole received an urgent phone call (it sounded strangely like the caller was screaming about lousy cheating slimeballs from what Kurt could make out from the loud sobs on the other end) earlier from a close friend of hers while Finn is over at Puck's, for a gory night of Dead Space.

Kurt did love Carole and Finn like his family, but he couldn't help but miss the times when it was just his father and him. He hadn't been able to spend as much time with his father this year since he transferred to Dalton Academy last year for a brief period due to Karofsky's constant bullying. And even though he had return to McKinley High after Karofsky had make amends, majority of his time was taken up by the Glee Club as they were training for Nationals. And with the newly formed Hudmel union, moments between his father and him had been sporadic. He has decided to spend this summer bonding with his father, mostly getting down and dirty (quite literally) in their work garage to make up for lost time.

"If by big plans you mean watching reruns of Project Runway while gorging on organic wheat and raisins cookies, then sure," Kurt said as he sat himself down to the left of his father's seat. He began to eat his tomato and squash salad with the refinement and grace of a royalty while his dad just dug his spoon into his pumpkin chowder before practically inhaling the soup spoonful by spoonful.

"Well I have been thinking…" Burt trailed off after he had almost finish two third of the soup.

At that Kurt raised his left brow and gazed inquisitively at his father. "What about specifically, dad?" Kurt carefully placed his fork on the edge of his plate, his hand folded carefully in his lap.

"I got a call from your Aunt Jeannie a few days ago," Burt simply stated, resuming his consummation of the food prepared by his baby boy while still eyeing his son imperceptibly, watching carefully for Kurt's reaction to that statement.

Kurt's eyes had widened and his lips had formed into a small 'o' at that statement. He hadn't expected that at all. The last time he had seen Aunt Jeannie was…

Almost nine years ago at his mother's funeral.

Jeanette was Elizabeth Hummel's elder sister. They were born three years apart and had always been close. When Kurt was born, Jeanette had always been there whether for her much beloved sister or for her adorable little nephew. It was hard to think of a time when she wasn't there until she met the man of her dream three years after Kurt's arrival to this world. Francois Dupont had practically captured her heart the first time they met in the Nuit Blanche held in Paris that year. The French man was ensnared by Jeanette the moment he laid eyes on her. It was love at first sight. How ironic that it was at the city of love, of all places. Francois had then move to Ohio for Jeanette because she had been reluctant to part with her only family.

A year later the lovebirds tied the knot and life had never been better for the Hummel and the newly wedded Dupont couple. However like all good things, they never last. In the year Kurt turned six, tragedy befell the Hummel and by extend, the Dupont as well. Elizabeth Hummel was diagnosed with leukaemia. They had found out when Elizabeth accidentally bruised herself on the calf and the bruise did not go away even after a month. When the family was informed of Elizabeth's deteriorating health condition after a visit to the hospital, it was like a cloak of empty numbness had settle over them. They couldn't believe that a woman that had been no less than wonderful and perfect was suffering from such an agonising illness. It was just the peak of the iceberg.

After almost three years of chemotherapy and balding hair, Elizabeth Hummel had lost the battle to the disease a short while after the bone marrow transplantation. She had suffered a complication leading to low platelets and low red blood cells, which had resulted the internal bleeding in her brain. Nothing has been the same for the Hummel and Dupont after the departure of the most important and significant figure in their life.

A week after Elizabeth's funeral, Jeanette had inform Burt of her decision to move to Francois hometown, Paris. Burt understood and supported her decision while Kurt sulked and wailed when he realised there would be no more tea parties with his mommy and favourite Aunt Jeannie, no grand white wedding for his Power Rangers figurines, no Uncle Francy acting as the priest for the wedding and butler for their tea parties. It had taken the three adults a while to calm the child, then Kurt had promptly fell asleep due to exhaustion from his earlier episode.

The next day had been one of the most emotion-filled days in the Hummel and Dupont lives. Burt had offer to fetch them to the airport and when Jeanette and Francois was about to enter the terminal, Kurt had been reluctant to let them leave as he gripped the hem of Jeanette's knee-length skirt and Francois pants in small tight fists. Jeanette was almost ready to give into her adorable nephew's tearful doe glasz eyes but she reminded herself of why she had to leave and carefully pried Kurt's fist from her skirt. She knelt down and hugged Kurt tightly, wrinkling Kurt's perfectly put together outfit (Kurt didn't seem to care at that moment), as she whispered into his ear that she will see him one day. Soon. Kurt nodded as he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying. Francois also knelt down and gave his endearing nephew a tight hug before kissing both his cheeks, à la française. Then they had placed his tiny hand into his dad's palm before slowly moving away to the terminal, giving one last teary wave.

The only time Kurt had held onto his dad's rough and calloused palm so tightly his nails were digging into the skin of his father's palm was when his mommy had passed away a week prior.

"Aunt J-Jeannie as in Uncle Francy's B-Belle Jeannie?" Kurt couldn't help but stuttered as he reaffirmed his father. When they were still living in Ohio, Francois Dupont would call his wife Belle Jeannie causing Jeanette to blush beet red, the crimson flush especially vibrant on her clear skin (which Kurt had also inherited from his mother) while playfully telling her husband to "shut his trap".

"The one and only we know, Kurt," Burt said gently as he watched the flurry of emotions flitting across his son's fair face. Shock, anger, sadness, and then acceptance.

"It's been so long," Kurt gasped out as he tried to blink back tears.

In the beginning, Jeanette would call every other month and then gradually it was every festive occasion. Finally the calls became very far and in between, slowly dwindling into nothing.

"Too long," his father muttered under his breath.

Clearing his throat, Kurt asked his father, "What did Aunt Jeannie say?"

"She…asked about you. Wanted to know how her favourite nephew is doing."

"Oh so she still remembers me and apparently I'm still her favourite nephew hmm," Kurt couldn't help but griped out bitterly. After all, his most favourite aunt in the world had basically up and left soon after his mom's passing away and then their contact had slowly diminished, the fair boy is bound to be upset about it.

"Don't take that tone, Kurt and you know it wasn't any easier for Jeanette. They were so close with each other they were practically joined at the hip. She just couldn't bear to stay," Burt chided gently, trying to reason with his quite stubborn but precious son.

The glasz eyed boy took a deep breath to compose himself, before slowly exhaling as he lifted his head and looked at his father. It hit him suddenly just how old his father looked, he looked like he hadn't been sleeping well the past several days which was a given, what with the unexpected phone call. Worry lines etched across his forehead, making him look older beyond his years. The older Hummel looked like the past years have not been treating him very kindly, which was true in a sense.

"I'm sorry, dad…It-It's just…" Kurt choked out.

"I understand, kiddo," Burt gave a brief nod of understanding before he got up from his chair and walked to his son, who looks like he was trying very hard to hold himself back. He put his arms around his son, engulfing him in a hug filled with warmth and love that only a father could offer and give.

With that, the dam broke loose. Loud sobs filled the kitchen, echoing off into other parts of the house.

g-l-e-e

After a while, Kurt's sobbing has subsided into hiccups. His father had not uttered a single word, knowing it was not needed, throughout the sobbing episode. He just soothingly patted his son on the back while Kurt soaked his father's flannel shirt with his tears and snots and after that he fetched a glass of lukewarm water for his son to rid of the hiccups, which Kurt took gratefully.

They had then finish dinner in an almost quiet affair, only interrupted occasionally by Kurt asking his father about how the garage is doing and if his father is taking his medications right on time. The subject of his Aunty Jeannie did not arise again that night.

Then it happened a few days later.

Kurt had awoken earlier than usual that day as he hadn't been able to sleep long that night, turning left and right till the wee hours of the morning. With growing agitation, he threw the blankets off him and put on a silky robe before climbing down the stairs to the kitchen to begin preparing a quite grandeur breakfast for his family.

'Finn would definitely finish all of this,' he mused silently to himself.

As he was laying the eggs and bacons onto the plates, the phone decided to make itself known with its loud shrilling rings. Afraid that the phone going off might wake the other still slumbering members of the house, Kurt rushed to the wall beside the refrigerator and quickly picked up the phone from its cradle, rushing out a breathy 'Hello, Hudmel residence. Who may I know is calling?'

"Kurt?"

A voice he never expected to hear again escaped from the earpiece. He would have dropped the phone, had he not been gripping it so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

"A-Aunt…J-Jea-Jeannie?" Kurt stammered. If this had not been such a tense moment, Kurt would have even laugh at the fact that he had stammer at all.

"Ku…Kurt? Is that really you?" a sweet and melodic female voice spoke through the earpiece.

"Yes it's me Aunt Jeannie," he said softly as he had his hand over his mouth, still in shock that the woman on the phone was the one that had been missing all those years.

There was a momentary silence. And then a hitch of breath could be heard before the soft crying sounds began.

"Kurt...My sweet baby Kurtie. It's really you! I can't believe it!" Jeanette sniffed as she spoke. It's her baby nephew. Her sweet baby nephew, Kurtie, is on the phone. She just wanted to scream in joy.

"Neither can I! Aunt Jeannie! It has been too long…," Kurt exclaimed but he trailed off at the last comment.

"I-I… know Kurtie and I'm very sorry! You have no idea how much it pained me to leave you and it still does. I'm so so very sorry Kurtie. I-I cannot apologise enough. Leaving you to fend all by your-" the woman gushed before Kurt cut her off.

"It's fine, Aunt Jeannie. I don't necessarily like that you moved so far away but I understand and accept it." The younger Hummel could feel the beginning of the tears as his sight is slightly blurred by the tears pooling at his eyes. He quickly blinked them back as he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to keep himself at bay.

"N-No… you're wrong Kurtie. It was not fine. I was a coward, I practically ran away. Worst of all I left you! I feel like I've let Ellie down," Jeannette could not help but feel the guilt weighing on her shoulders like they are hard pressed to push her down onto her knees as a punishment. She would have deserved it anyway.

"I believe mom would have understood, Aunt Jeannie, so stop feeling like guilty because it's not your fault. It's just your way of coping with…what happened back then." Kurt stated calmly. The teenage boy had come to term awhile ago that his aunt did not leave him behind on purpose. It was just too painful for her to continue staying in Ohio.

"Anyway why did you call so early Aunt Jeannie? Did you want to speak to dad?" he continued, not wanting to talk about the depressing subject. He was also curious to know why Aunt Jeannie called.

"Oh dear, I forgot about the time differences in my haste to speak with Burt. I just wanted to know if he had talk to you about it, assuming you know what it is," Jeannette sounded apologetic as she spoke.

"Dad did mention you called a couple of nights ago, but uhh… he didn't get to mention the reason why and we haven't talked about it since," Kurt replied, a little uncomfortable. His breakdown had been, if not a little, embarrassing.

"Well since you're here, I might as well just ask you myself then."

"Okay… what is it?"

"I… I've done a lot of thinking lately and I want to make up for all the lost time to you." Jeanette was about to continue speaking before Kurt interrupted her again.

"You don't have to Aunt Jeannie. We're family," Kurt replied softly, smiling at the word family.

"Y-You still think I'm family, Kurt?" the woman gasped out unbelievingly. She had expected Kurt to hate her with all of his guts. This just proved how much Kurt is similar to Elizabeth. Both contained a heart too big for most people to handle.

"Of course, Aunt Jeannie. I admit I was angry but I don't hate you. I could never." It was like Kurt knew exactly what Jeanette needed to hear.

"Oh... I'm very relieved and happy to hear that Kurt! I-I was so worried, it was why I waited till now to call." Jeanette's breath hitched again, clearing her throat and continuing to speak, "Well Burt has told me about how tough the last couple of years had been for you and so I've come to a conclusion."

"What… conclusion exactly?" Kurt inwardly grew a little annoyed that his father had spoken to someone else about something that he had not wanted people to know. But then again Aunt Jeannie was an exception, he supposed.

"I and Francois have talked about it. We want you to come live with us for the summer." Jeanette held her breath as she waited unabatedly for her nephew's reply.

At that, Kurt began to splutter. If his memory served him well, his Aunt Jeannie had moved to France. "A-Aren't you living i-in Par-?"

Before he could finish the sentence, Jeanette spoke again, "Yes we are. So we're extending an invitation to you to our humble abode in Paris. And don't worry your pretty little head, all expenses have been taken care of."

"B-But how? Dad doesn't exactly have that sort of money, not after the down payment to our house!" Kurt exclaimed. He didn't like the idea of his father spending unnecessary money.

"Francois will be paying for all expenses when you are in Paris," she simply stated.

"I c-can't just use your money and gallivant away!" Kurt felt bad that Uncle Francy would be spending money on him, even though the thought of spending his summer in Paris is really tempting. Gaga knows he could use a little retreat after the whole Blaine fiasco.

"And like I said, we are trying to make up for the lost time. We are more than happy to spend lavishly on you!" Jeanette almost squealed at the thought of getting to spend time with her nephew. Just imagine, they could shop till they literally drop! If Burt's recount on Kurt's shopping history is anything to go by.

"B-But…."

"No buts sweetie. Don't you want to meet your Aunt Jeannie and Uncle Francy? Do you actually hate me Kurtie? You know, Uncle Francy always tells me how he much he misses you, as well as I."

Damn it. His Aunt Jeannie is really impossible! How was Kurt supposed to refuse that.

"Fine! Just stop it, Aunt Jeannie! Stop trying to guilt trip me!" Kurt finally succumbed.

Jeanette gave a small squeal of joy before she calmly said, "But I do mean it. We really do miss you Kurtie, and we really really want to see you. See how much our sweet baby Kurtie has grown."

Kurt rolled his eyes at the nick name and smiled affectionately, even though his aunt wasn't there to see it. "I have miss you both as well. Very much."

"I can't wait for when you are here! Oh my god! I need to start planning, not that I haven't had a few good places in mind already! Is there even enough time? I have to go clean up the guest room too!"

Kurt chuckled as his Aunt Jeannie continued to ramble about what they could do while in Paris. She was literally unstoppable when she was in one of "those" moments.

"Calm down Aunt Jeannie. When do you want me to be there?"

"Well I was wondering, would next Friday be okay for you to leave?" Jeanette asked, a little hesitant.

"It's quite soon but yes I think that would be wonderful. That should give me just enough time to plan my wardrobe." He pondered for a while.

"Great! Also just a few suits would be fine. The rest of what you need, we'll get it here for you when you arrive."

Kurt winced a little as he thought they would have to spend quite an amount of money, since he will be staying there for the whole summer. However the thought of living in the capital city of fashion was enough to make him squeal but he managed to hold himself back from doing that. Oh Gaga, the shops and places he would get to visit, just thinking about it gave him the goosebumps.

"Okay, sounds absolutely wonderful." Kurt was about to say something else when he heard the familiar thudding of footsteps down the stair as well as the sounds of soft grumbling. He quickly muttered a quick goodbye to Aunt Jeannie with a promise to call later from her. He could not wait to talk more about the visit with Aunt Jeannie. It will be so amazing!

g-l-e-e

When his wife had woken him up, Burt had been a little moody as he had planned to sleep in since it was a Sunday but the smell of a hearty breakfast wafted into the room. It was more than enough to wake him up enough to freshen himself up in the toilet. He grumbled under his breath as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen with Carole.

What greeted him was a table full of breakfast options, from the healthiest cereals to breakfast wraps to bacons with eggs and his son standing by the table with the biggest and brightest smile he had ever seen. What a contrast to the last few days when Kurt had been all but happy. As his son served him a piece of bacon and egg, Kurt leaned down and told him they would need to talk after breakfast. Burt wondered what it was Kurt wanted to talk about but shrugged and dug into his breakfast, deciding to feed himself first then worry later.

TBC

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