LOL so this got some really funny anon hate, seriously go check it out, I left it up. One literally told me to kill myself. HAHA FUCK YOU BITCH I'll just write some more, because I'm sure you're stalking this to hate more. You probably have zero life. Too bad for you. Enjoy!

PS- I'm thinking of making this multi chap, I probably will. Expect updates on weekends.

Kurt smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in his dress pants and fixed his hair in the mirror for the hundredth time. His cab would be here any minute to take him to the restaurant for dinner with Sebastian. Sebastian originally wanted to pick Kurt up in his car, but Kurt was embarrassed about where he lived, so he made up some lame excuse about neighbors. After Kurt dropped out of NYADA he and Rachel had a falling out, which resulted in him moving out of their buschwick apartment and finding someone who lived in what could only be described as the projects who needed a room mate. Kurt slept with his bedroom door locked.

Kurts phone rang and he answered, a man on the other end spoke in perfect english and no accent (rare for cab drivers in this city) that his cab was here. Kurt grabbed his phone, wallet and keys and turned off the stove for Erin -his room mate- who forgot he was cooking ramen and passed out drunk on the couch. He turned the boy on his side and placed a garbage can in front of his face.

"Dont choke again, I'm not saving your life a third time."

Kurt ran down the stairs and searched around for a yellow cab, but seeing none began to worry it left without him,

"Mr. Hummel?" Kurt whipped around and reached for his pepper spray -by reflex- but calmed when he saw the man was in a choufer uniform,

"Yes?"

"Mr. Smythe sent me to pick you up for dinner." Kurts heart warmed a little bit. Kurt was originally going to take the subway to Dinner, but Sebastian had told him he would get a cab for him, apparently a Lincoln town car was his idea of a cab.

"Oh. Okay."

Kurt got into the back of the car, the door held open for him by the driver, whom he'd learned was named Daniel.

"Would you like anything to drink while we drive? It will be about an hour due to traffic."

"Sure, tank you. What are my options?" The driver handed Kurt a ten option wine list, and a list of soft drinks.

"We also have water, sparkling and flat."

"Oh. Um I'll just have a sparkling water. Thank you.

Kurt arrived at the hotel where they would be having dinner about fifty minutes later, and saw Sebastian waiting outside the doors. Sebastian smiled and waved off Daniel, and opening the door for Kurt. Kurt watched him tip Daniel and Sebastian led him into the building and into the elevator.

"I hope you like French, if not we can go somewhere else-" Sensing he was about to start rambling Kurt cut him off with a kiss to his lips.

"French is great." Sebastian smiled and Kurts stomach did a flip. Sebastian tried to project this air of cocky confidence, but he was incredibly timid, always second guessing himself. Kurt knew from the two times he'd cleaned up the house while Blaine and Sebastian had both been there that Blaine was always cutting the older man down. Downgrading his choices and belittling him almost to the point of being emotionally abusive.

They were seated by a beautiful bay window and Kurt looked out at the lighted skyline of Manhattan,

"Wow, its gorgeous!" He gasped, Sebastian smiled and nodded,

"Sure is. I hope the food is as good as the view." Kurt cocked his head curiously to the side,

"You havent been here before?"

"No, a friend of mine recommended it." Kurt nodded and Sebastian ordered a wine, and even though Kurt was fluent in French he knew he would make an ass of himself if he tried to repeat the name.

Kurt nodded at the waiter pouring his wine, signalling him to stop. He took a drink and noted it was quite fruity and light, the flavor bursting on his tongue like a ripe strawberry.

"This is delicious. " Sebastian smiled and nodded,

"It is. I am a sucker for fruity wine, do you mind if I order for you?"

"No, go ahead. I am allergic to shell fish though." Sebastian nodded and ordered their food.

While they waited they talked about their families and where they were from. Kurt was not suprised to learn Sebastian was born and raised in France. Their night took a sour turn about ten minutes into waiting when an older woman, in her late fifties -Kurt guessed- approached their table and addressed Sebastian,

"Sebastian, your divorce papers arent even signed yet and you're already stepping out with some barely legal tramp? Are you really that low-brow or is this a mid-life crisis? I should have known when my son told me you bought a cherry red sports car, how uncouth."

"Miranda, I would be divorced already if your son wasn't doing everything in his power to hold up the process, forcing me to take him to court."

"He's trying to save his marriage."

"He's being selfish. Just like he is in bed." The woman -Miranda- looked like she's just been slapped, her face turning red and morphing into disgust,

"Why you low-class brat-"

"Miranda, just get away from my table. I'm trying to enjoy my date." Miranda schooled her featured, remembering the secret rule of high society that you cant show emotion in public. She turned to Kurt and smirked,

"Enjoy the fancy food and cars while you can. Maybe you should ask Sebastian about his sexual promiscuity before he settled down with my son. You're nothing more than a passing fling."

She walked away from the table and Kurt stared out the window,

"Kurt-"

"What did she mean?" Sebastian sighed and shrugged, looking ashamed,

"I used to sleep around a lot. But I swear Kurt, you're not a hook up. I care about you." Kurt looked into his emerald eyes, seeing nothing but honesty,

"Okay. But next time I'm picking the date. I love the fancy things and the glamour, but if I'm being honest I do get a little uncomfortable with how much you spend on me."

"I like spoiling you..." Kurt smiled and took Sebastians hand,

"I know. But it just feels like a little too much."

Sebastian sighed and went to speak, but bit his tongue, keeping inside what he'd wanted to tell Kurt for three weeks now,

It's not too much, because I love you.