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Silence. There was no baby shouting, no one was tapping their feet on the linoleum floor and no clock was ticking. The waiting room was silent and empty with the exception of two people. Both of them boys and both of them in many ways much alike in their looks. They looked to be about the same age, shared the same hair-color and were both undoubtedly attractive. The slightly taller boy sitting in the chair to the right had his hair gelled back and wore black jeans together with a green hoodie. On his feet he wore a pair of black converse that by the look of them had been used properly. The boy next to him was also wearing a pair of black, yet much tighter, pair of jeans. He had combined these with a blue bottom-up and a grey cardigan together with a pair of Doc. Martens.
The difference between the two boys wasn't in their looks, it lied in their faces. The converse-wearing boy's eyes were bright and curious while the other's were emotionless. While the shorter boy was staring in to the wall the other one was eying him with an increasing concern. Although neither of them was known for their silent nature none of them said a word. One because he couldn't find reason to start up a conversation, the other because he didn't know what to say. Thirty seconds passed before the silence was broken.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?"
The former Sebastian, the one Kurt had known and hated, would have snorted at that comment and instead started by asking where the lovely-dovely boyfriend was hiding since he actually knew about the break-up. The former Sebastian would not have been affected by the alarmingly indifferent look on Kurt's face. But he wasn't that person any longer. Things had changed and even though his sarcastic and teasing comments where still there, he wasn't evil anymore. The Karofsky situation had broken the defense-wall that he had been holding up ever since he came back from France. The current Sebastian did feel worried about the apparent defense-wall Kurt was holding up.
"I'm waiting for my dad, you?", Kurt replied.
"I'm waiting for my sister, she's a doctor here.", Sebastian explained.
"Oh", was the only answer Kurt could come up with.
He envied Sebastian, he had never been to this hospital in another purpose than visiting or waiting for sick parents. One parent who hadn't survived her disease and another who might die from his. His mother had died when he was eight and now his father was next. Don't go there, you don't know that he thought to himself. Yeah but history seems to have an ironic way of repeating itself.
He checked his watch, fourteen hours and fifty-five minutes until the surgery was done. He needed a distraction.
Look at me about to continue a civil conversation with Sebastian Smythe.
"So how have you been Sebastian?"