A/N: Hahaha I know I said this was *complete* but this is sort of a prequel to the actual story. Someone on tumblr had sepculation that Rory and Sebastian were together or something, and this sort of just came out.
Disclaimer: Once more, I do not own anything.
Over the steady crackle of the fry pan, Kurt heard the door shut with a gentle thud. He put down the spatula carefully, folding his arms as he whirled around to face his son.
"D-dad," Rory spluttered, his blue eyes wide with fear. Kurt quirked an eyebrow.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" he asked crossly. Rory swallowed.
"Err… maybe we could hold off on this conversation… I have a Modern paper I need to work on…"
"Sit down," Kurt snapped as Rory tried to creepy away. "Using your academics as a distraction might work on your father, but it won't work on me."
"At least he's proud of me," Rory muttered bitterly, taking a seat reluctantly at the kitchen table. "Hey," his eyes lit up, "pancakes!"
"I'll be proud of you when you give me something to be proud of," Kurt said quietly. "And don't get excited, they're for your father."
"Why does he get pancakes?" Rory pouted.
"Because he doesn't sneak out of the house in the middle of the night to meet his bad influence of a boyfriend."
Right on cue, Blaine padded into the kitchen sleepily, his slippers scratching against the tiles as he came up behind his husband, slipping his arms around him. Kurt leaned back into his embrace, humming contentedly into his warmth.
"That's because he has a beautiful," Blaine planted a messy kiss on Kurt's shoulder, "sexy," neck, "and wonderful, "cheek, "husband to come home to."
Kurt rolled his eyes fondly, turning in his arms to greet him with a full kiss on the mouth. Blaine moaned into it and Rory made a gagging noise behind them, pulling a face.
"Ewww," he muttered as Blaine untangled himself, taking a seat next to his son.
"You need to listen to your father, Rory," Bline said seriously. "This sneaking around at night isn't good…"
"It's the only time I can see him!" Rory protested. "His parents won't let him go out with me…"
"Well, you'll have to figure something else out then," Kurt said firmly. "We wouldn't be good parents if we let you parade around town with your boyfriend doing who knows what."
Both Rory and Blaine blushed.
"Come on, Blaine," Kurt scoffed at the alarmed look on his face, "you remember what we were like when we were his age…"
Blaine blushed harder and Rory grimace.
"Gross," he intoned. "And that's just it – I'm a teenager. You remember what it's like. Isn't this the time for doing this type of stuff?"
"No, that's college-"
"Blaine!"
"Dad!" Rory half whined, "I know you wouldn't be like this if it was… Cameron, or something."
"That's right," Kurt said sharply. "Because Cameron doesn't jet off to Paris whenever he feels like it and hang around Scandals every Friday night. Sebastian isn't good for you, Rory. You deserve better. And I want you to stop seeing him."
"No fucking way!" Rory shouted.
"Rory," Blaine said warningly, "don't talk to your father like that."
"You can't control who I love!" Rory yelled, ignoring Blaine completely.
"Rory," Kurt said softly, hurt reflecting in his eyes, "please, we're just worried about you…"
"No," Rory said darkly, pushing away from the table angrily. "You know…" he said as he headed for the front door, "sometimes I wish you weren't my real dads after all."
As the door slammed shut behind him, Kurt choked on a sob. Blaine was behind him in an instant, wrapping him in his arms, the smell of burnt breakfast wafting through the hall.
"Should we go after him?" Kurt sniffed.
"No, baby," Blaine said gently. "I think we need to give him space… some time to cool off."
Rory raced down the street furiously, his sneakers slamming hard into the burning pavement. He stopped at the end of the block, heart pounding and breath laboured as he leant against an unlit lamppost, trying to make sense of his thoughts.
It just wasn't fair.
He knew the story of his parents. They had been together since high school (although they did break up before college only to be reunited a little while later) and it was plain as day how perfect they were for each other. Uncle Finn said it had always been like that, even back then and that everyone knew they were in it for the long haul.
But if everyone took them seriously, why was it so different for him and Sebastian?
Just because Sebastian had a bad reputation because his parents were scientists and didn't have a lot of time for him so he did crazy shit to try and get their attention. No one took a moment to try and understand him.
Sure, he had been a bit of a slut. But he wasn't like that now. He was crazy about Rory. And what they had was special.
'Hey, babe." Rory started as Sebastian's concerned tone called down the street. He looked up to see his boyfriend rushing up to him. "What's going on?"
Rory sighed, allowing himself to be pulled into his arms, relaxing into his embrace.
"I just had a fight with my parents… about… you. They want me to stop seeing you…"
Sebastian looked up, his eyes wide in alarm.
"No, no," Rory said hurriedly, "I'm not going to, of course. I just… I wish they'd understand."
Sebastian grimaced. "Parents are like that," he said bitterly.
Rory squeezed his hand sympathetically and Sebastian gave him a meek smile, ducking his head onto his shoulder.
"You know," Sebastian sighed, "sometimes I wish my mom got married to some other dude so then at least I'd still have her, but I'd have a dad who actually loved me."
Rory sighed, plucking at the grass. "I feel the same way about papa… dad doesn't understand at all."
"Yeah," Sebastian said slowly, his eyes widening as an idea began to formulate in his mind. "If only…"
