AN: In my mind, Paul is the guy who appeared in The Break Up and asks Kurt if 'Is he cute?' Also, Tess (Kurtbasturbate on Tumblr) deserves all the love in the world for being my lovely beta. She is like air.
"I still have no idea why you have to dorm with me to make me co-captain," Sebastian grumbled when he looked up from his History book to where Hunter was sitting on the bed with a notepad in hand.
"I told you, want to get to know you better and I think we would be better captains if we spent time together. Ergo, roommates," Hunter said in an overly patient voice that was meant to tease his dad. Only it wasn't his dad, a fact that he had to remind himself about all the time. This Sebastian was irresponsible and haughty. He was rash and Hunter suspected that he was even a little destructive. Somehow this boy over here managed to shape up to become his dad and Hunter would be the first to admit that his dad wasn't flawless, but he was a hell of a dad and Hunter was proud of him. But looking at the teenage version of him, he had to wonder how this boy managed to become that man. And in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but wonder what his daddy Kurt was like as a teenager.
Sebastian let out a sound of complaint. "Don't expect me to take you out on picnics and roller coasters, killer."
Hunter snorted and shook his head. "Don't even go there. Right now I'm barely tolerating your presence. We are not going to start going on dates."
The laugh that he heard from Sebastian's side of the room made him smile and he had a feeling that he was starting to get closer to the boy, little by little. "I don't do dates," Sebastian said matter of factually.
"And why is that?" Hunter asked, feigning disinterest as he prepared to scribble down Sebastian's answered like a shrink.
"Because boyfriends are messy and being in a relationship is not worth it. Why stick to the healthy apple when you can choose from the entire desert menu?"
"Because the healthy apple is good for you and the desert menu will inevitably give you diabetes? Or in this case STDs."
"I don't have STDs!" Sebastian said indignantly as Hunter pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing.
"Hey.. Did you hear that Blaine Anderson and his boyfriend are broken up? What is the boyfriend's name again? Kurt?" Hunter changed the topic, his voice vague and calculating.
"Kurt Hummel, and yeah, I heard," Sebastian replied flatly and when Hunter looked up, he could see that his dad's eyes were glued to the history book, unnaturally so.
"..And? I hear that you guys have some history together," he pushed, frowning at Sebastian's direction.
"I ran after Blaine and fucked it up. There is nothing more to that story," Sebastian shrugged, closing his thick book with slight bang.
Hunter sighed and scratched down Sebastian's reaction to analyse later on. He wasn't sure why his dad was acting this way, but he was going to find out. "So.. I hear that Kurt Hummel is easy on the eyes. Why did you go after Blaine and not him?"
"Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?" Sebastian snapped. "If I didn't know better, I would have thought that you were in love with me or something."
Hunter definitely loved him, but he was far from being in love with him. Just the thought of it made him want to laugh.
"I don't know. Maybe you need a boyfriend," Hunter shrugged. He couldn't just burst out and tell Sebastian that he was going to marry this guy someday, could he? "Kurt seems like a nice guy and all the Warblers say that you had chemistry."
"I have chemistry with everyone, Hunter. That's the perk of being a stud like me," he winked. "Besides, I don't need a boyfriend. I'm perfectly happy on my own."
Hunter groaned and banged his head against the wall behind him. How was he supposed to convince his dad to date his daddy who lived in freaking New York city? He couldn't just make them bump into each other. Or could he..? McKinley high were doing Grease soon and maybe Kurt would fly down to watch it? And maybe.. Sebastian would happen to be there as well.
"Whatever, man. Hey, I talked to Blaine today and he gave us two tickets to see their school musical production," Hunter smirked, putting away his notepad as he got ready for bed.
"Like hell I'm going to drive two hours to see some sucky musical from Lima," Sebastian snorted. "Last year was an exception because Blaine was hot and playing the lead. As far as I know, Blaine just has a small part?"
"Sebastian," Hunter said sternly, raising his voice as he picked up his towel. His shoulders were stiff from worrying about his dads and he found himself longing for a warm shower. "They are our competition, and as responsible captains, we are going to McKinley to check them out. It is absolutely vital that we beat them at Sectionals."
"God, fine. You are crazy driven," Sebastian rolled his eyes and flopped down on his bed. Hunter just laughed at him before heading towards the shower.
"Need company, sexy?" Sebastian called after him, killing his laughter. Because no time in the world would make him get used to his father hitting on him.
Kurt was in frenzy. The last few weeks, he had buried himself in work, reviewing everything that had done the past few years; everything from hideously green sweaters to mustard green belt buckles that he found himself warming up to. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but being busy at work kept his thoughts about Blaine away and he needed the distraction. He wasn't at home as much as he used to be, not when the threat of walking in on Rachel and Brody was ever-present, reminding him that he was still single and loveless.
He looked up from the collage he was making for Isabelle when someone knocked on the door, and the first thing he saw was an embarrassingly large bouquet of flowers with a note stuck on it. Paul stumbled into his office with his hair neatly gelled back and an excited smile on his face. "These are for you – again. The cute boy sending you these must be quite the catch."
Even before Kurt read the note, he knew who the flowers were from. As though the memory of Blaine didn't occupy every single space in his life, his ex-boyfriend apparently felt the need to send him reminders to his work place too.
"Thanks, Paul.. Leave them on my desk, please," he sighed, his eyes dropping to the ground as he tried to push back the wave of emotions that the note inevitably brought on. Three little words could break him, just three words with no name or anything attached to it. But it didn't matter. He knew who the note was from, he recognised the handwriting as though it was his own. I miss you. There was Blaine etched in every letter, every syllable and Kurt dropped the note in his trash.
Kurt didn't notice the sad flicker in Paul's eyes, or the way he hesitated before saying, "Are those from your boyfriend?"
"My ex," Kurt replied flatly.
"It looks like he is very sorry for what he did. This is the fourth bouquet just this week and that is if you don't count the teddy bear and the chocolate."
Kurt didn't understand why they were even having this conversation when he had work to do and an ex-boyfriend to forget. "If he thinks that flowers and chocolate is going to make me feel better about him cheating, he isn't the person I thought he was," he shot back, his head tilted to the side as he glared at Paul. Maybe it was something that came along with maturity. Paul was older than him, maybe around twenty years older and with all the experience that entailed. He wasn't even going to fool himself to think that he was straight. Maybe it was easier to understand cheating when you were older and been scorched by it at least once. He once read in a magazine that almost fifty percent of married adults have cheated or seriously thought about cheating.
But thinking about it only made him depressed. He wanted his innocent first love back where Blaine's kisses tasted like coffee and raspberry. Where holding hands felt like electricity and just the briefest of touches made it impossible to think of anything but Blaine. Those thoughts usually made him smile giddily, but now all he felt was resentment and hurt. He didn't want his memory of Blaine to be tainted like this. But what choice did he really have?
"All I'm saying that he looks like he is really sorry. Maybe he doesn't know how to make it better?" Paul pressed and Kurt just shook his head.
"And flowers to my workplace is the right way to tell me that he regrets it? I'm sorry, but I like to think that I'm worth more than a few dollars worth of bouquets and postal," he snapped. "But I can't think about it right now. I have to finish this for Isabelle before the end of the day," he excused himself and looked down at his desk until Paul left the tiny office.
After a few minutes he managed to get his motor started again and didn't stop until he was done. He looked through his work mail and found an envelope that had no sender, and opened it curiously. Inside, he found two tickets for the school play and plane tickets back home. There was a note attached and Kurt breathed out in relief when he saw that it was in a handwriting he didn't recognise. He didn't want any more gifts from Blaine. "I can't believe it," he laughed, shaking his head. Maybe it was one of the New Direction members. Whoever it was, it was too good to say no to and he really missed his dad.
"Isabelle?" Kurt knocked on his boss's office with a bright smile that contrasted directly with the weariness that had been a constant since the breakup; a fact that Isabelle didn't fail at noticing.
"Can I help you, Kurt?" she asked cheerily.
"Could I get next Friday off? I'm going to see my old High School do this musical on Friday evening and-.."
"Of course!" Isabelle cut him off with a grin that lit up her features. Whatever it was that got Kurt in such a good mood definitely had to be good news. "Take as long as you want, Kurt."
Kurt let out a relieved sigh and slid the folder he had been working on to her desk. "Thanks. I'll have to apologise to Paul for being so snappy. Do you know where his desk is?"
Isabelle wrecked through her mind, before shaking her head. "I don't think we have a Paul working here. We have a Peter?"
Kurt stared at her for a few seconds, before shaking his head. "No, definitely a Paul. A little short with dark, gelled hair? Somewhere around his late thirties or early forties? Neatly dressed like everyone else here. Clearly gay?" he chuckled nervously.
"No, Kurt. We don't have a Paul working here. I'm sure you must have misheard his name."
AN: I hoped you guys liked it! Reviews are love :)