an: just some kurtbastian fluff *u*
It happens when they're lying in Sebastian's bed, the early morning sunlight creeping across their bare shoulders as Kurt smiles with his head tilted towards Sebastian, who watches him with his chin in his hand.
Biting his lip, Kurt reaches to intertwine their fingers, running his thumb across the creases of Sebastian's palm to get him to cooperate. "You're handsome in the morning," he whispers, eyes locked on their fingers, like he still can't quite believe that Sebastian Smythe chose him, of all the beautiful, perfect boys he could have had. "All sleep-ruffled and…well, innocent."
Biting his lip, he squeezes Sebastian's hand as he looks up, eyes sweeping over the gentle curve of his boyfriend's cheeks and the sharp line of his jaw.
When their eyes meet, the moment is something out of this world.
So much so that Kurt finds himself wishing he could freeze it—trap the dust in his veins and weave the feel permanently through his bones.
It is not simple; nothing with them ever was. They have their fair share of fighting, of jealousy and anger and judgment. There are still the nights when Sebastian leaves with the full intention of never coming back, only to show up soaking wet and miserable, because they've always been broken but maybe that's not such a bad thing, anymore.
"I love you," Sebastian whispers, ducking down to kiss Kurt gentle and sweet, lips catching and settling. "I love you so much, Kurt."
Twining his hands through Sebastian's hair, Kurt smiles that goofy, love-struck sort of smile that followed them through their first few months of dating. He tilts their foreheads together, bumping their noses and barely fighting the urge to giggle anxiously and for no reason at all. "I love you too, Sebastian."
The moment that follows is quiet.
They just watch each other, grey eyes catching green.
Kurt remembers the first time he really knew he was in love with Sebastian.
His first week at NYADA, when his dance instructor nearly kicked him out for tripping over another one of the dancers, and Sebastian stormed in like he owned the place, pointing fingers and threatening to have the poor woman fired. It was terrible but hysterical, and it ended up putting Kurt at the top of his class.
But that was years ago, when Kurt was still naïve and foolish and wanted more than anything to be on Broadway, before he knew that his true passion was in the fashion industry.
And now…
"I love you so much," he mumbles, like he can't say it enough—like he can never say it enough. "Sebastian…"
"Hmm." Sebastian hums, moving to kiss the top of Kurt's forehead.
"Marry me."
Sebastian doesn't freeze.
His body doesn't tense, he does not pull away, and he does not snort in disbelief.
Instead, he ducks his head to look at Kurt, lips stretched into such a brilliant grin that Kurt starts to feel dizzy.
"Kurt, did you just ask to marry me? And without a ring?"
Batting at the back of his head, Kurt snorts, as if to cover the blush rising across his cheeks. "Like I'd ever propose to you…"
Pushing Kurt back, Sebastian crawls on top of him, beaming at the surprised expression on his boyfriend's face. He ducks down to kiss Kurt, hard and sweet as his fingers crawl across Kurt's collarbone.
"Well, princess, the answer is yes, in case you were wondering."