Okay guys! This is the final installment. It just felt right to end it here, then do an epilogue (epilogue is here) Enjoy!
Kurt rolled over in Sebastians king sized bed, the soft white sheets rubbing over his bare skin. He turned over and smiled at Sebastian, still sleeping. Kurt sat up and popped the bones in his back before slipping on his boxers and exiting the bedroom to the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" Kurts head snapped over to the front door where Blaine stood, in formal attire as usual, holding a manilla envelope.
"Making breakfast for my boyfriend. And you? I though 'Bas changed the locks."
"I got it from the leasing office, they dont know about any of this." Kurt narrowed his eyes and placed the carton of milk on the counter next to the other breakfast ingredients,
"Well dont worry, they will tonight. You can leave that key on the counter." Blaine chuckled dryly and stalked towards him.
"You little brat. You think he loves you, don't you. How sad. You're nothing but a fuck toy while he gets over this phase of his. And when he comes to his senses and returns to the adult world I will be back in that bedroom with him, and youll be in your apartment with your drunk room mate, in alphabet city." Kurts eyes widened at the mention of his address and Blaine smiled,
"Yeah. How do you think Sebastian will take it when I plant the idea of you being nothing but a gold digger in his head?"
"You can leave now."
"You have no right-"
"More right than you do." Both men turned their heads to see Sebastian leaning in the door way in nothing but the bed sheet wrapped around his waist.
"Sebastian-"
"You can leave now, Blaine. And do ask Kurt asked and leave the key on the counter."
"But Seb-"
"Get out."
"But I love you. Seb, please. I know I was stupid and distant. But I'm sorry. I love you." Kurts heart broke at the confession, the sincerity in Blaines eyes made Kurt fear that his short time with Sebastian was over. He really cared about the other man, even Loved him. But Blaine was his husband still. And Kurt prepared himself for Sebastian to take him back.
"But I dont love you anymore, Blaine." Kurt and Blaine both looked at Sebastian in shock.
"What?" Blaine asked, Kurt was stunned.
"I love Kurt. You need to leave." Blaine nodded, taking the papers out of the envelope and signing them. He handed them to Sebastian and looked at him sadly. "Why sign them now? Why did you wait?"
"I needed you to say you didn't love me. I needed to be sure it was really over." Blaine looked at Kurt and studied him for a moment, "Treat him better than I did." And then he left the apartment. Kurt watched him go, feeling bad for the man.
"So what were you making for breakfast?" Kurt looked at Sebastian, confused as to why the man didn't see the least bit upset.
"Why are you so nonchalant?"
"Kurt, he may have just signed the papers, but my marriage has been over for a long time." Kurt nodded, when he thought of it that way it made sense. Sebastian was probably relieved.
"Omelets and french toast."
-7 Years Later-
"Daddy!" Kurt smiled as his little boy ran down the school steps, wincing as he almost tripped over his own feet. The little five year old was so clumsy, he always has bruises all over the place.
Kurt scooped him up in his arms and twirled him around,
"How was your day S.J?" They had nammed their son Sebastian Junior and their little girl on the way would have Kurts mothers namesake.
"I goth to play wif the sand table!" S.J had a few speech problems, and was working with a speech therapist twice a week. The sand table was always something he loved, but Kurt cringed at the dirtyness of it.
"Awesome, Killer!" Sebastian said, taking the boy from Kurt, the sand table was reserved for children who had no behavioral issues all day, and S.J was known to act out and talk back.
S.J beamed at his father who had set him on the sidewalk,
"You can choose dinner tonight. Anything you want." The little boy pretended to think, even though they all knew what he would choose.
"I want McDonalds!" Kurt rolled his eyes fondly,
"You're absolutely related to grandpa Burt."
"Well duh, thats how families work."
