Title: Shades of Red

Rating: PG-13

Words: 1,500+

Pairing: Kurtbastian

Summary: Based on the gif set floating around about Kurbastian in a Freaky Friday reality. (struckbycarsondreams(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/22176173303 )

A miscommunication between Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe is brought to the next level when Sebastian comes across Kurt at a Chinese Restaraunt. For their disagreements and arguments have reached their peaks. Perhaps fate, disguised as a woman with fortune cookies, has other plans.

A/N: Updates will first be posted onto my tumblr-struckbycarsondreams- so if you want quicker updates, that is the place to go: /tagged/shades_of_red

Also, thanks to tumblr user dannyseguel who made a lovely graphic. If you need help finding these links, they will be on my profile :)


Kurt Hummel sat in the new Chinese Restaurant in West Lima, tapping his foot and humming to himself the final bars of "Not the Boy Next Door" from his NYADA audition. Of course, he was happy to have been given a congratulations and praise- even Rachel said so; but the indignant reply and flash of rejection and yearning in her eyes told him differently.

He gazed at the banners and red paper lanterns that read Grand Opening, the miniature statue of a Buddha at the cashier's stand already decked with bills and coins, the porcelain cat's paw moving mechanically. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Rose-colored napkins and various shades of red provided a bit of sophistication that a person wouldn't usually see in Ohio- which is exactly why Kurt and Blaine jumped at the chance of a change in dining scenery. Which, no offense to Breadstix, but the usual round of cold soup and stale (though numerous) bread became too much of a routine.

Plus, their days were numbered. In mere weeks, Kurt would be leaving for New York- if the recognition he got for Not the Boy Next Door was any indication- and Blaine would be stuck there, in Lima, on his own. They used every waking moment together and made sure not to waste any time as the clock was ticking.

His mood was indifferent and expectant while he waited for Blaine's arrival; That is, until a voice that was definitely not of his boyfriend's and annoyingly condescending tone spoke in front of him," Well if it isn't Pinocchio."

Kurt scoffed. Any other moment, he would have jumped at the chance to participate in this never-ending timely quarrel, but life was good for him at the moment and nothing ca bring him down. "Where's sweet ass cheeks? I don't seem to be finding him anywhere…" Then again, would Kurt ever object to defending himself?

He narrowed his eyes at the speaker who's lips were stretched into a smirk. "Really? Is that the best you can do?" His eyebrow quirked,"Or has the time spent grazing in the grass and premiering your ever-so meerkat face on the Animal Planet faze your judgement and thought?"

"Cute. I thought we were past the meerkat retorts. Fine, I guess I'll return to the 'ol blushing milkmaid. Do tell me what my fair lady has been up to lately."

Kurt rolled his eyes at him," Well if you must know, I have been indirectly accepted into NYADA and am well on my way out of this town. Nothing is going to upset me anytime soon Sebastian. Not even you."

Sebastian shrugged," Yeah go ahead. If making a living as a serial killer in New York who's out to get the other dimly-lit starlets of the Big Apple in avenged rage over being cast as, yet again, the third understudy-then have fun." He smirked, pulling out the chair with a screeching sound.

Kurt's mood was adamant and his face flared up. Sebastian sat, relishing in the sight of the boy before him with ears turning red and looking as if he wanted to gouge Sebastian's eyes out with the chopstick his fingers were toying with or burn his face with the red candle placed in the center of the table- whichever applied to the fancy restaurant etiquette.

It was one thing to make fun of him, his looks, or his boyfriend- but tear him down when he's already climbed so high? Hell no. Kurt's anger reached its peak up to the point where when he spoke his voice was tense and of louder volume that brought a bit of attention from other diners.

"What the hell Sebastian? First you say you cleaned up your act and donated to Lady Gaga's Born This Way foundation and now you're tearing me down when I'm already up. What is your problem?"

Sebastian didn't expect the outburst but raised his eyebrow and continued nonetheless,"Oh I never said I changed sweetie. Sorry if you can't disassociate actions from plausible words of statement."

Kurt was more than outraged by now,"So it wasnt enough to know a person and indirectly driving them to their attempted suicide to get your act to change. Well would you look at this. Sebastian the slut Smythe has finally proved to the world that he really has no heart or empathy."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed and his hand slammed on the table, clattering forks and silverware, as he raised a finger to point at him. It didn't help that Sebastian has already resented himself since that day and very nearly drowned in his own guilt. "Okay that's it! Hummel, you listen to me and you listen to me right now. Stop pretending that you're so much greater than everyone. Stop fooling everyone, stop fooling yourself because frankly you can't seem to accept the fact that you really are..nothing. You're nothing special your just-"

"Cookie?"

He stopped his venom-laced words and glared at the old lady who interrupted his rants. "Excuse me. I was talking here."

She only smiled wider, held out the tray of two fortune cookies and offered again,"Cookie?"

Sebastian moved to speak, harsh words at the tip of his tongue until Kurt gave him a warning look,"Sebastian…be nice to the kind lady, she's just offering us some cookies." He said through clenched teeth.

He directed his voice towards the older Chinese women and spoke with a softer tone,"Thank you for the offer…Miss…but I haven't even ordered my dinner yet. I'm still waiting for my boyfriend, actually…"

"Yeah, where is Bowtie anyways? Or did he finally stand you up?" Sebastian piped into the conversation,"Took him long enough. Frankly, I'm not too sure what's the big hype. He's been hanging around you for months now and really? Doesn't looking at the pasty gay face at every waking moment getting a little-"

"Cookie?"

"Fine I'll take the damn cookie!" Kurt yelled, standing up from his chair and knocking down silverware to the floor as he did so, forks, chopsticks, and soup spoons clattering on the floor alarming some diners. Kurt looked down, his vision blurring with tears that were threatening to fall. No, this wasn't happening.

So he did the only thing he could do. He walked away. He gave a sigh, one last look at Sebastian's taunting smirk, and left with a rigid "Fuck you Sebastian."

The woman gave Sebastian a smile and began to open her mouth. He reached out his hand to grab a cookie at the last moment. "Just save it. Ill take the cookie." She beamed a wicked smile, a smirk appearing as she turned and walked away.

Once Kurt disappeared behind the partitioners that led to the restroom, he locked the door and slid down to the floor to pull himself together. For the heck of it, he pulled out the cookie wrapped in plastic and opened it.

Unbeknownst to him, Sebastian was doing the same from the dining area, wondering why exactly the woman was so persistent in them taking a fortune cookie.

They both pulled out the fortune and read:

"A journey soon begins,
its prize reflected in another's eyes.
When what you see is what you lack, then selfless love will change you back. "

-"Whatever that means"
-"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Kurt quickly stopped to pick up his phone that was buzzing. He placed the phone next to his ear and was met with a frazzled,"Kurt- oh my god. I am so sorry. You probably thought I stood you up or something by now. Its-okay this is embarrassing but remember how I told you that my car was beginning to act funky?"

Kurt shook his head, smiling at the comfort of Blaine's voice,"Yes, I do. I also remember telling you to stop by the shop and get it fixed but someone didn't appear to listen…"

"Okay okay. I get it. Sorry. I know I sent you over there and never showed up. That was inconsiderate of me. I'll make it up to you next week. Or I can hitch a ride over there if you'd like?"

Kurt stood up from the floor and walked out the door, seeing the back of Sebastian's head still at his table. "No. It's fine, Blaine."

"Are you sure? Are you okay Kurt?"

"I'd rather not talk about it right now. See you tomorrow on our usual Saturday morning coffee runs at the Lima Bean."

"Always. I love you."

"Love you too."

With that, they hung up- Kurt walking straight out towards the door. By his luck, he happened to walk straight into Sebastian going the same way. He didn't dare look into his eyes and brushed right past him and into the comfort of his own car.

What the two didn't see, however, was the same old woman who watched everything with a devious look on her face. Oh she was up to something alright- and she couldn't wait to watch it unfold.

—-

Kurt and Sebastian could barely sleep that night.