I stood in front of the mirror brushing down my pant legs nervously. Why was I so nervous to meet Sebastian's mom? I mean, so what if she doesn't like me? It isn't like I need her to like me. Bastian and I aren't dating. I looked over my outfit again. Was this too casual? Too formal?

"Stop fussing with your hair, Princes, you look fine." I turned to find Sebastian sticking his head through the door.

"You know you should really knock," I scolded, grabbing a light jacket and going over to meet him in the hallway, "I could have been changing."

"You say that like seeing you naked would upset me." I smacked his arm and we exited with a wave to Mr. Smythe. We rode the public bus in silence until a small girl struck up a conversation with Sebastian about unicorns. His attempt to play along in the conversation was both cute and amusing. Eventually he had to excuse himself when it was our stop and we got off.

"That was adorable." I teased.

"Shush, you." He bumped my shoulder as we walked and I reached out and held on to his elbow. He smiled at me and reached over to cover my hand with his free one. "We're here." We had stopped in front of a two story home. It was cream colored and had a lawn chair out front set up in a little garden of flowers and vegetables growing side by side.

"Oh, it's so cute!" I gushed. He chuckled.

"Come on." We walked up and before Sebastian could even knock on the door it flew open.

"Bastian! Entrez! Entrez!" We were ushered in by a dark haired woman who I figured must be Sebastian's mom. She was shorter than me and had dark brown eyes with a touch of crow's feet in the corners. Despite their lack of matching features, I couldn't help but see Sebastian in her.

"Ah, mais oui, bien sûr maman," Sebastian responded ushering me inside with him, "Maman, c'est Kurt." He introduced me.

"Enchantée madame." I responded politely as she pulled me too her and kissed both my cheeks as was custom.

"Bêtises mon petit. Tu es le premier garçon qui ma Bastian a apporté à la maison pour me rencontrer. Tu m'appelles maman comme lui." I blushed. She wanted me to call her mom? Did she know that Sebastian and I weren't dating? I just nodded.

"Merci."

"You are American, oui?" She asked as she led us through the foyer to the kitchen and sat us down. Her house was truly beautiful, small, but beautiful. It seemed to suit her and Sebastian seemed much more relaxed here than in the big house.

"Oui. I'm from Ohio, Bastian and I met in high school, but now I am going to school in New York."

"Oh I have seen that city once when I was younger. Fast and busy and so alive." I nodded. Her accent was thick and rural.

"I love it."

"He flourishes there," Sebastian added, "Ohio was always too small for Kurt." I smiled at him.

"Eh bien, je pense qu'il est trop petit. Sommes tous Américains mince? Je croyais que vous aviez McDonalds." I laughed.

"I told you that she would make you eat something," Sebastian told me, "I think food is how she shows affection." We were seated at a table filled with food. Some I had never seen. Sebastian made us both full plates and dug into his whole-heartedly. I took a bite of something and my tongue exploded with flavor.

"This is amazing." I commented.

"Oh, Merci. I am glad you like it," Maman responded coming to sit with us, "Bastian tells me that you sing."

"Oui, I am studying musical theatre and I was in my high school Glee club. That is how Sebastian and I met."

"We were on rival teams." Sebastian added helpfully through a mouthful. Maman swatted him.

"Avaler avant de parler!" She scolded him sounding just like Carole did when Finn talked with his mouth full, only French.

"Désolé maman." He apologized looking thoroughly scolded.

"Do you danse, Kurt?" I nodded.

"I like dancing but I am not very good technique wise. I've only taken very basic ballet. I tend to shimmy." I heard Bastian chuckle next to me.

"It is the passion that is important. My Bastian liked to twirl."

"Still do, maman." He piped up playing with his food on his plate. I reached out and patted his leg.

"It must be a mother and son thing to do," I commented, "I used to twirl with my mother too."

"Really?" I hummed at the memory happily and nodded.

"She never judged me when I wanted to wear a skirt over my jeans because I said it twirled prettier when I spun." I smiled to myself and caught Sebastian doing the same. I was surprised I had expected a jab or a smirk.

"C'est le rôle de la mère à aimer inconditionnellement," Maman said with a smile towards Sebastian before returning her focus to me, "Your mother sounds like a lovely woman and she certainly raised a lovely boy."

"Thank you. I am sure that would mean a lot to her."

"Where is she now?"

"Maman," Sebastian interrupted, "Kurt a perdu sa mère quand il était jeune. Elle est morte."

"Oh, my." She pressed a hand to her mouth and reached the other out to pat my hand where it was resting on the table. I smiled at her.

"It's okay. I'm alright now." She returned the smile and I felt Sebastian cover my other hand with his, which I realized was still resting on his thigh.

"Maman, will you sing for us?" Bastian asked as she got up to clear the dishes. She paused in her work looking startled.

"You haven't asked me to sing to you in a long time, Bastian," She informed us, "I thought you were too old for that now." He shook his head.

"I am never too old for that, and I want Kurt to hear you sing. You're the best." She smiled so wide I saw her smile lines turn in to dimples and I caught a glimpse of what she must have looked like when she was younger, her whole life ahead of her with a new born child and a loving husband, before she got a divorce and barely got to see her son anymore. Maybe Sebastian should buy her a kitten or a goldfish. Or try to get her a boyfriend.

"What shall I sing, should I play too? The piano might be a bit out of tune." She wondered aloud as we all got up and headed into a sitting room. Bastian led me over to a small loveseat and we both sat down while maman went to dust off the piano and play a scale or two.

"Doesn't sound too out of key to me." I commented helpfully.

"Non, Dieu merci. Now let us see. What to play?" She paused to think for a moment. "Ah! Je sais!" She began playing and after a moment she sang.

"Je te promets le sel au baiser de ma bouche. Je te promets le miel à ma main qui te touche. Je te promets le ciel au dessus de ta couche. Des fleurs et des dentelles pour que tes nuits soient douces."

It was beautiful. Her voice was free of vibrato and clear. The song was stunning to listen to. The only problem was that she spoke so quickly I couldn't keep up and translate what she was saying. Sebastian must have notice my look of confusion because he pulled me closer to him on the loveseat till I leaned against him and began to whisper the lyrics to me in English.

"I promise you the salt of my mouth's kiss. I promise you the honey of the touch of my hand. I promise you the sky above your bed. Flowers and lace so that your nights are sweet." I shivered and tried to focus on the song and not on Sebastian's voice. Tried to remember that they were just lyrics.

"Je te promets la clé des secrets de mon âme. Je te promets ma vie de mes rires à mes larmes. Je te promets le feu à la place des armes. Plus jamais des adieux rien que des au-revoirs."

"I promise you the key of my soul's secrets. I promise you my life, from my laughters to my tears. I promise you fire instead of guns. No more 'farewell', only 'see you'."

"J'y crois comme à la terre, j'y crois comme au soleil. J'y crois comme un enfant, comme on peut croire au ciel. J'y crois comme à ta peau, à tes bras qui me serrent. J'te promets une histoire différente des autres. J'ai tant besoin d'y croire encore."

"I believe in it like I believe in the earth, like I believe in the sun. I believe in it like a child, like you can believe in heaven. I believe in it like I believe in your skin, in your tight arms around me. I promise you a story that is different from the others. I need so much to believe in it again."

Those lyrics got to me. I wanted to believe in love again. The kind of love I thought I had with Blaine, the all-encompassing, true, passionate love that fills your heart and clouds your mind. But I just couldn't let myself trust enough anymore. I am too afraid of getting my heartbroken again.

"Je te promets des jours tout bleus comme tes veines. Je te promets des nuits rouges comme tes rêves. Des heures incandescentes et des minutes blanches. Des secondes insouciantes au rythme de tes hanches."

Halfway through the next verse Sebastian was moving. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me up from the loveseat. Then shifting so that he was holding my fingertips spun me around in three circles, a triple twirl. I found myself laughing happily as he pulled me back to him and put his arms around my waist. We swayed together and he sang into my temple.

"I promise you all-blue days like your veins. I promise you red nights like your dreams. White-hot hours and sleepless minutes. Carefree seconds to the rhythm of your hips"

"Je te promets mes bras pour porter tes angoisses. Je te promets mes mains pour que tu les embrasses. Je te promets mes yeux si tu ne peux plus voir. J'te promets d'être heureux si tu n'as plus d'espoir. "

"I promise you my arms to carry your fears. I promise you my hands for you to kiss. I promise you my eyes if you can no longer see. I promise you to be happy is you have no longer hope."

"J'y crois comme à la terre, j'y crois comme au soleil. J'y crois comme un enfant, comme on peut croire au ciel. J'y crois comme à ta peau, à tes bras qui me serrent. J'te promets une histoire différente des autres. Si tu m'aides à y croire encore. Et même si c'est pas vrai, si on te l'a trop fait. Si les mots sont usés, comme écris à la craie. On fait bien des grands feu en frottant des cailloux. Peut-être avec le temps à la force d'y croire. On peut juste essayer pour voir."

"I believe in it like I believe in the earth, like I believe in the sun. I believe in it like a child, like you can believe in heaven. I believe in it like I believe in your skin, in your tight arms around me. I promise you a story that is different from the others, if you help me to believe in it again. And even if it's not true, if you've already been tricked, if words are worn, like faded chalk. After all striking stones can make big fires. Maybe with time, if we believe in it, we can just try and see."

"Et même si c'est pas vrai, même si je mens, si les mots sont usés, légers comme du vent. Et même si notre histoire se termine au matin, j'te promets un moment de fièvre et de douceur. Pas toute la nuit mais quelques heures."

"And even if it's not true, even if I lie. If words are worthless, light as the wind. And even if your story ends off in the morning, I promise you a feverish and sweet time. Not all night long but for a few hours."

"Je te promets le sel au baiser de ma bouche. Je te promets le miel à me main qui te touche. Je te promets le ciel au dessus de ta couche. Des fleurs et des dentelles pour que tes nuits soient douce."

The song came to an end and the last note of the piano echoed in my ears as Sebastian whispered to me the last few lines.

"I promise you the salt of my mouth's kiss. I promise you the honey of the touch of my hand. I promise you the sky above your bed. Flowers and lace so that your nights are sweet."

It took me a few seconds to remember that he was saying the lyrics of a song, the way he whispered it to me so sensuously. It was almost enough to make me want to turn my head, reach up, and kiss him. I had to physically shake myself out of it. I untangled myself from Sebastian's arms and went over to the piano bench.

"Oh, maman, that was beautiful." I complimented her and she turned to face me with a smile.

"Merci, mon chere," She patted my cheek, "One day we shall have to sing together, you and I." I nodded.

"I would love that."

"Kurt and I should get going, maman." Sebastian interrupted coming over to stand by us. His mother's eyes saddened a bit before she forced a smile.

"Of course," She agreed, "Merci for coming to viste, mes fils. Je vous aime tous les deux." She stood and reached out to both of us and pulled us to her into a mutual hug. When we separated she walked us to the door and kissed us both on the cheek. As we walked out I turned and waved over my shoulder until the end of the block.

"She is pretty amazing," I confided, "Thank you for taking me with you today." He shrugged.

"I knew you'd get along."

"You think she likes me?"

"You kidding?" He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, "I think you are practically part of the family now."

Dear Diary,

Not much to say about today except for that Sebasian's maman is amazing. She is so sweet and more like this new Sebastian I have been getting to know. I think he gets his snark from his dad because there is nothing but sweet sugar in that woman's heart. Today was a good day. I am going to get some sleep.


Note: The song is called "Je te promets" by Johnny day. It is on the youtubes. just imagine a girl singing it. or find a cover. :)