A/N: Hey, everybody. Recently, I got the idea for a fourth installment to The Kurtbastian Trilogy and this started pumping out of my mind. Unlike the previous two entries, this will get a little distressing for some later on. Just a fair warning.


Kurt Hummel-Smythe, only 20 years old, was sitting in one of New York's biggest auditoriums. There was a tall redhead on stage singing "Popular" from Wicked, the musical they were holding auditions for. Kurt knew that the roles of Glinda and Elphaba would be covered by girls and figured to settle with whatever role he was offered. His phone buzzed.

"Still waiting for the results... –S"

Kurt smiled at the text message from his husband. It had been six months since he and Sebastian got married. They moved to New York and into a townhouse shared with Rachel, Finn, Sam, and Blaine. It was only recently Kurt had been able to be around Blaine comfortably since the incident that transpired a year earlier. The two were now on good terms; Kurt being married to Sebastian and Blaine in a relationship with Sam. The girl onstage had finished and Kurt clapped. She's just as good as Rachel, if not better, he thought. Better not tell her that, she'll kill me.

The doors slammed open just as the redhead finished and everyone spun around to see a tall slender man in a vest and scarf.

"Thank you very much, Miss Ashford," the director called. The redhead grinned and jumped off the stage.

"I'm here!" the man announced. "No need for applause."

"Doug Sheridan, I take it?" The director scanned his clipboard.

"That's me," the man said, flinging his bag into a seat and whipping off his sunglasses. "Douglas Vincent Sheridan, the one and only. I will be performing Tears for Fears' classic Head Over Heels." He flipped his hair from his eyes and began to sing.

"How are auditions? –S"

"They were fine until the biggest attention whore in the world arrived. –K"

"Blaine? Shouldn't he be driving rich people around? –S"

"Funny. His name's Doug Sheridan and he's onstage singing Tears for Fears. – K"

"You've got this thing in the bag, babe. Just pretend you're singing to me. –S"

"I love you. –K"

"Ditto. See you at home. –S"

Kurt put his phone down and went backstage to prep. Sheridan finished and was blowing kisses to the bored-looking auditionees as the director called Kurt.

"Hello, my name is Kurt Hummel and I will be singing the seminal Oscar-winning theme to The Poseidon Adventure.

"There's got to be a morning after

If we can hold on through the night

We have a chance to find the sunshine

Let's keep on looking for the light

Oh, can't you see the morning after?

It's waiting right outside the storm

Why don't we cross the bridge together

And find the place that's safe and warm?

It's not too late

We should be giving

Only with love can we climb

It's not too late

Not while we're living

Let's put our hands out in time

There's got to be a morning after

We're moving closer to the shore

I know we'll be there by tomorrow

And we'll escape the darkness

We won't be searching anymore!"

The red-haired girl stood up, applauding loudly. Kurt saw Doug Sheridan glaring at him, his arms folded across his chest.


"I'd like to say I got it, Seb, but I don't know yet." Kurt was bouncing on the balls of his feet, standing in the lobby. Sebastian had just called via Skype and Kurt held the iPad at arm's length.

"My God, you're so adorable when you're excited," Sebastian mused.

"Hey, Kurt, right?" Kurt turned to see the redhead Ashford girl standing there. "You were really good. Amazing, honestly. I'm Tracy, Tracy Ashford."

"Oh, hi, Tracy." Kurt shifted the iPad into his other hand and shook her hand. "Seb, this is Tracy."

"Hi." Sebastian smiled.

"Tracy, this is my husband Sebastian."'

"Smythe! Shouldn't you be working?" A voice interrupted.

"Shit! Gotta go. Nice to meet you, Tracy. See you later, babe," Sebastian said quickly before hanging up.

"Husband?" Tracy looked surprised.

"I'll explain it to you sometime," Kurt said.

"So who's the new guy on the circuit?" Doug Sheridan sneered, walking over and putting an arm on Tracy's shoulder; she shrugged him off.

"I'm Kurt." Kurt decided to play nice and try to befriend Sheridan.

"I don't care what your name is. Just stay out of my way." Sheridan stood face-to-face with Kurt.

"Doug, stop it." Tracy hitched her purse over her shoulder.

"Stay out of this, Trace," he snapped, not looking at her.

"Are you dating this guy?" Kurt looked at Tracy.

"No, he's my idiot stepbrother." Tracy looked as if she were tired of having to explain. "We share the same mom. His stupidity is actually genetic; it comes from his dad. Just ignore him and you'll get on fine."

"Okay." Kurt side-stepped out of Doug's way and walked over to Tracy. Doug opened his mouth to say something when the director opened the door and posted the callbacks list. Doug scanned the list for his name and pumped his fist.

"Sweet. I got a callback for Fiyero."

"I got one for Boq." Kurt examined the list. "And Tracy, you got one for Glinda. As for Elphaba...wait, could it be?" He was shoved out of the way as a tall, black-haired girl ran over.

"Yes! Elphaba, the role I was born to play," she sighed dreamily. "I can see it now. My name in lights: Harmony Levin as Elphaba."

"Harmony?" Kurt snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Remember me? Kurt from McKinley? Two years ago? The NYADA mixer? Sectionals?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember! You and your club won Sectionals. The Unitards disbanded after that. It's fine, though. I started branching out to community theater. And look at me now: freshman at NYADA, a callback for a Broadway production of Wicked, a fabulous boyfriend. I got it all."

"Hey, babe, how'd it go?" A tall, curly brown-haired man walked over and slid an arm around Harmony.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Kurt was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Jesse St. James.

"I recognize that voice anywhere." Jesse turned to face Kurt. "Hey, Hummel."

"Not living in fear anymore, I see," Kurt replied dryly. "How long have you two been seeing each other?"

"Four months," Harmony said, beaming. "He's the best boyfriend ever. He's so sweet."

Kurt chose to avoid saying anything about Jesse's past with the New Directions and went to grab his knapsack.


The second Kurt got out of the elevator to the fourth floor, he could smell Sebastian's cooking. He smiled and was about to open the door when it was yanked open.

"Kurt!" Rachel squealed. "How'd it go? Who else was there? Tell me everything."

"Well, remember Harmony? From the NYADA mixer? She goes there now and is a frontrunner for Elphaba," Kurt said, dropping his bag onto the floor while being forcefully dragged to the couch.

"Ugh, don't remind me of that mixer," Rachel groaned. "I can't believe we freaked out over that. Anyway, any other talented people? Or a bunch of American Idol rejects?"

"Yeah, a couple guys came on for Fiyero, but the callback went to this douche named Doug Sheridan..."

"Oh my God, I've heard of him. He's dating that pop star...oh, what's his name? Sebastian!"

"Yeah?" Sebastian called from the kitchen.

"What's the name of that pop star who looks like the guy from Smash?"

"Sean Hewitt?"

"Yeah, that's him. It's all over TMZ."

"Do I look like someone who watches TMZ?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you do watch Treme." Sebastian walked into the living room.

"It's called hate-watching!" Kurt replied, pursing his lips.

The door flew open and Blaine walked in. He yanked off his shoes and flopped down on the couch next to Kurt.

"Rough day?" Sebastian asked.

"Terrible," Blaine mumbled. "I got my first celebrity chaffeur job and all Joan Rivers does is ask me who I'm wearing and go on about her face lifts. I hope Sam's better off at the modeling agency."

"I don't wanna go back there," Sam's voice moaned. He trudged over, dropped to the floor, and his head fell into Blaine's lap. "Those models are more bitchy than Santana on a bad day."

"What's all the yelling about?" Finn came out of his and Rachel's room, rubbing his eyes.

"No one's yelling." Kurt looked at his stepbrother. "How much did you drink last night?"

"I think, like, two beers." Finn tried to count on his fingers, but clutched his forehead.

"Obviously, someone can't hold his liqour," Sebastian muttered. "Rachel, I think you should keep a closer eye on him when he gets off work."

"Sebastian's right," Rachel agreed, and then she shook her head. "Did I really just say that?"

"Well, we're all here now, so...dinner's ready." Sebastian went back into the kitchen. "Italian night! Carbonara with Minestrone, calamari, and, for dessert, Zabaione. Come on."


Songs featured:

-The Morning After (Maureen McGovern) - Kurt