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Day 3

"I found something for us to do for date night," Kurt was saying. They were in a coffee shop, just like old times. But with less insults. They both had work soon, but it was nice to see each other, even just briefly.

"Oh really?" Sebastian asked as he grabbed Kurt's grande nonfat mocha and his own tall caramel macchiato and handed Kurt his drink. "Do tell."

Kurt shook his head with an impish grin. "Not a chance. But I do need to know if you're free tonight, or if tomorrow would be better?"

"Hmm." Sebastian hummed as he sipped his coffee. He hadn't had a free night in around ten days due to his work and just personal stuff. He really wanted to kick back and watch the Knicks game. But they already had a date planned for Sunday night. So he figured it would be better if they went today rather than Saturday. "Tonight."

"Okay! I've got to get going, but I'll talk to you later! Bye!"

Sebastian stared after Kurt as he practically ran out the door. He wondered what there was in store for tonight.

.::.

Kurt called during his lunch break. "Hi!"

"Hey."

"Well you don't sound very excited," Kurt teased. "And to think, I was just about to reveal my fabulous plans for tonight!"

Sebastian scoffed, "Well you certainly didn't reveal much with your hasty getaway this morning."

"Oh, right… Sorry about that." Kurt suddenly felt guilty. He hadn't meant to seem rude; he just realized he'd been short on time. "I forgot that I had to give some designs to Isabelle, and I hadn't noticed how fast time went by. I'm sorry…"

"Kurt, it's fine. I was kidding. I'm not mad or anything," Sebastian assured him.

"Okay, good. Because tonight we are going to see the off-Broadway play Really, Really!"

"Oh, I think I've heard about that."

"Great! Well, it's at 8 o'clock at the Lucille Lortel Theatre. Do you know where that is or do you need directions or anything?"

"I'm sure I can figure it out. So I'll see you there?"

"Yeah, see you!" Kurt grinned. He felt like it would be a good night.

.::.

It wasn't until later that evening that Sebastian realized that they hadn't even arranged when/where they were going to meet up. They hadn't even communicated since the phone call. So he took it upon himself to set it up.

From: Sebastian Smythe

March 22, 6:19PM

Hey hey. Meet me in front of the theater at 7:45?

He busied himself with picking out an outfit as he waited for Kurt's response. A t-shirt seemed too casual, but he didn't want to be overdressed, either. He settled on an outfit similar to what he wore at the restaurant: a simple button up shirt, but dark red this time, with black jeans. By the time he was dressed, Kurt hadn't replied, so he shot him another text.

From: Sebastian Smythe

March 22, 6:42PM

or we could grab a drink before hand if you want…

He spent some time coiffing his hair until he was satisfied. A once-over in the mirror and he was ready to go. Checking his phone, he noticed that quite some time had passed since his last message, and Kurt still hadn't replied. Sebastian decided to head out, anyways. According to Google Maps, there was a little bookstore near the theatre. He could just wait for Kurt there.

Half an hour passed. It had been an hour since his first message, and there was still no word from Kurt at all. Sebastian was starting to get a little frustrated. And worried.

From: Sebastian Smythe

March 22, 7:26PM

So I'm at the bookstore down the street now. Where are you?

When there was no response, he decided to call. It rang and rang and rang, then went to voicemail. Sebastian groaned, but started speaking when he heard the beep.

"Um, hey, Kurt. I don't know if you saw my messages but I'm here by the theatre…well, a bookstore near it. Uh…Where are you? I haven't heard from you since you called during lunch and I'm getting kind of worried… Call me back? Bye."

From: Sebastian Smythe

March 22, 7:39PM

Just called and left a message. Are you standing me up?

Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair. Well this sucked. It had been around seven hours since he'd talked to Kurt at all. If this was him cancelling…well, he could have at least given him a heads up. He was walking out of the bookstore when his phone started vibrating in his pocket, signaling a call. He pulled it out. It was Kurt. He didn't know whether he should be relieved or pissed.

"Kurt?"

"Sebastian! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Kurt exclaimed hysterically, "I was getting ready and I didn't check my phone so I didn't see your message until like now! I'm so sorry, I'm on my way over right now!"

"Hey, it's okay," Sebastian told him. Sure he'd been upset before, but at least now he knew that Kurt was okay. And he'd never heard him sound this frantic before; it was kind of adorable. "I'm in front of the theatre now. Meet me here?"

"Yes! I'll be there in like five minutes."

"Okay," Sebastian said.

"Okay," Kurt echoed.

True to his word, Kurt arrived in front of the theatre in about five minutes. His face was flushed and his breathing was a little heavy from his rush to get there. "Hi."

Sebastian smiled widely at the sight of him. "Hey."

"I'm really sorry about that. I should probably check my phone more. I had a really crazy day at work today and I just forget sometimes. Sorry."

"No, it's okay. I probably should've known that you don't check your phone much. We probably should've arranged meeting times before. So I guess we're both at fault?"

"I guess…" Kurt gave a half-hearted smile. He still felt extremely guilty, but it was nice that Sebastian wasn't one to stay annoyed or hold grudges.

"Shall we be going in?" Sebastian asked in a posh voice, offering his arm with a flourish.

Kurt giggled and took his arm. "We shall."

The play was great. To Kurt. He found the dynamics of all the characters intriguing. Sebastian thought it was alright. It was difficult to empathize with any of the characters. And he felt like Kurt caught him checking the Knicks scores on his phone halfway through.

After the play, they went out for drinks. Sebastian told Kurt about his last real relationship. He'd really liked the guy, but he'd taken a job in San Francisco. Sebastian didn't think long distance would work out, so he broke it off. He felt bad about it, but thought that the choice was better for the both of them.

"I think you made the right decision," Kurt had commented. "Now, I know it's different for everyone, but long distance is hard. I've been there and look where that got me. And that was only between Ohio and New York for a few weeks." He smiled bitterly. "There's almost three thousand miles between California and New York. Some relationships can withstand a lot, but being that far for an extended period of time… that seems like more than most couples could handle."

They opened up to each other a lot. They even talked about what had happened back in senior year, but mostly left that topic alone. It was a sensitive subject. Kurt found the courage to tell Sebastian about high school. About why he transferred to Dalton.

"I'm glad that you trust me enough to open up about that. I don't know what it's like at a public school since my parents have sent me to private schools all my life, but it sounds terrible. And I'm sorry you had to go through that. But hey, look how much stronger it made you." Sebastian had said with the sincerest look in his eyes. He was a good listener and easy to talk to. Kurt liked that about him. He'd found that there weren't many people that he could talk to about the past.

He didn't like to spend too much time looking back on what was already said and done. It's not like he could change what happened. But it was nice to have someone to talk to about it.

At the end of the night, Sebastian insisted on walking Kurt home. Kurt was exploding with joy. He really was a sucker for the gentlemanliness. And lately, Sebastian had been the epitome of a perfect, chivalrous gentleman. They had both really enjoyed their time together, and they were a lot closer after sharing their stories.

They stopped at the entrance of Kurt's apartment complex.

"So…I'll see you tomorrow?" Kurt asked tentatively, smiling shyly.

"Yeah…tomorrow," Sebastian answered, his mouth forming a crooked grin.

"Okay."

"Okay."