Disclaimer: As awesome as that would be, I don't own Glee or any of it's characters in any way shape or form. The only characters I own are any OCs.


Once they had made their way into Sebastian's place, Kurt moved to sit on the couch, where the little girl bolted out of Sebastian's arms, and pounced on the couch before he could even take a step forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sebastian toeing his shoes off at the front door, and peeling off his soaked jacket, his face contorted into a look of disgust.

Kurt's attention shifted towards the curly haired girl, who smiled brightly, and thrust her hand out towards him.

"Hi! I'm Olivia." she introduced herself as Sebastian slipped out of the room to change out of his soaking wet clothing, which hugged the man's body in all of the right places… but it wasn't like Kurt was staring or anything. Kurt looked away quickly, and kept his gaze on her, grinning and shaking her hand as politely as he could muster.

"I'm Kurt," he replied. "Sebastian's…" he trailed off, trying to think of who he could introduce himself as. "- friend," he decided on saying. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to introduce himself as Sebastian's fuck buddy to a little girl.

Who was she anyway?

"Oh! You're Sebby's 'not boyfrien','" Kurt bit back a laugh at that. "I heared you guys talk on the fffone the offer day," she stated. Kurt ignored the fact that this little kid had listened in to their conversation, and tried to remember said conversation, maybe where Sebastian might have mentioned who this girl was.

He remembered Sebastian avoiding any and all conversation when he was at his sister's house, and then receiving a text from him a little while later, telling him that he was sick. That's why he had brought him the soup.

He figured that if they were kind of friends, he might as well be nice and bring him something. It wasn't too far out of his way anyway. Well, it kind of was, but he'd never admit he that he would ever go out of his way to be nice to Sebastian Smythe.

But none of that explained who this little girl was, and why Sebastian brought her home with him. And what all of the boxes were for. He couldn't be moving without telling him, could he?

In the other room, Sebastian was freaking out. The last person he thought would end up on his doorstep today was Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel with soup. Because to the other man, the only thing that was wrong was that he was sick.

In his head, he thought it'd be okay to lie to Kurt. He didn't want to have to explain everything that had happened over the last few days, especially today of all days; right after his sister's funeral.

Sebastian was planning to tell him that their deal was off and be done with it, but now he knew too much already. He couldn't push him away now.

Once he got a dry shirt, and some jeans on, he joined them in the living room. Olivia and Kurt had ended discussing Repunzel, which seemed to be Olivia's favorite subject at the moment, and Sebastian found himself smiling in spite of himself. He had to admit; the whole scene was quite adorable.

He shook the thoughts out of his head and went to scoop Olivia up, and sit her down in his lap as he sat down next to Kurt.

"Looks like you met Olivia," he said, smirking as he tickled her sides. She giggled, and Kurt smiled softly at him.

"I have," he replied. "Is she your niece?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Sebastian didn't know how to start explaining this. He should have practiced this before sitting down here. He figured he should get straight to the point.

Sebastian nodded. "Yeah, but… well, she's kinda my daughter now, actually." he bit his lip, anxiously waiting for Kurt's reaction. He knew it would be a lot to take in, and Kurt would probably think he was joking. He couldn't blame him if that was the case. He did tease too much for his own good sometimes, and almost everything he said could be taken as a joke.

Kurt's jaw dropped a little. He looked like he was not expecting that at all. "What? How?" he stammered, looking like this was the biggest surprise he had ever encountered; Sebastian Smythe with a kid. He didn't blame him, though. If someone told him a month ago that he'd end up being a dad at twenty five years old to any kid - especially his niece - he would have laughed in their face and walked away.

He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face as Olivia leaned back on his chest. "That you know that accident I told you about, well my sister and her husband were in…?" he trailed off, hoping he didn't have to continue to explain it to him, and that he'd get it.

Kurt's face fell when he said that. That would explain their dark clothing, and the sullen looks on their faces. He knew exactly what losing someone felt like, especially losing someone so suddenly to a car wreck. But he was still confused to why Olivia was his daughter now.

Sebastian noticed the confused expression on his face mixed with the sympathetic look he was giving him. He figured he should go into more into this.

"I'm listed as kind of the backup parent in their will," he explained. "So I signed some papers, and now we're here." he motioned to the almost empty apartment. The only things that were in there were the old, worn out couch that they sat on and some other random pieces of furniture.

He was glad he was leaving everything behind. This was just the beginning of the beginning. Everything left in this apartment held too many memories. This couch in particular had so much attached to it.

It held memories of breaking down after a bad day at work, and him stumbling inside with a stranger on his arm, and being too drunk to remember anything else but the fact that he fucked the other guy senseless on it.

Who would want to raise a kid on a couch like that?

He glanced at Kurt, who was staring at him with wide eyes. His jaw had dropped just slightly, but he didn't bother closing it as he looked between him and Olivia, trying to see some kind of resemblance between the two.

Kurt could feel his heart get heavy in his chest when he saw the raw emotion reflected in Sebastian's eyes that wasn't prevalent in his voice when he explained the situation to him. He must have been taking all of this really hard. Though he didn't blame him for it. He knew how hard it was to lose someone special to him, but he didn't know what it was like to be forced into so much responsibility so suddenly.

Sebastian looked sad, and scared, and broken. He had never seen him look like that before in all of the years he had known him.

Sure, Kurt had also been sad. Kurt Hummel of all people knew what it felt like to be broken. It felt like his whole life was a whole lot of sadness and hurt. Kurt knew exactly what Sebastian must have been feeling right now. He had many losses throughout his life, but his mother's death was probably the worst. He had been in the same place as Sebastian before, and it sucked.

Well, he hadn't been in the father position before, that was for sure. That must have been even worse for him, to lose a sister, and gain a daughter all at the same time.

He considered expressing his condolences for his loss, but he decided against it. Poor guy had probably heard nothing but condolences ever since the news of his sister's death was released.

Kurt also knew what that was like. But it wasn't like people were really sorry for him. They didn't know exactly what he was going through. There was really no point to apologize when it wasn't necessary. Well, to him there wasn't a point.

It wasn't easy to make someone feel better when something like that has happened, but people try the best they can. Kurt had to respect that.

He felt like he had heard every line in the book when it came to these kinds of things, especially the part about being in people's prayers.

God, he hated that.

Prayers did nothing really. They wouldn't be able to bring his mom back, or fix his dad's heart, or Blaine's eye when he was hit with that rock salt slushy years ago.

Kurt couldn't believe that he was sitting next to the guy that attempted to hit him with the same slushy that almost blinded the boy he loved back in high school, and was feeling sorry for him.

Well, Sebastian Smythe was not the same monster he was back then. Actually, he had the same smirky meerkat face, that's for sure, even though it was a little withered around the edges from the stress of what this whole thing must have put on him. And it had aged a couple of years, and though Kurt would never say it out loud, the years had certainly been kind to Sebastian. He looked more grown up, and ridiculously good looking.

But that same smirk that would have annoyed him to no end many years ago was still there nonetheless. Now, it didn't really bother him as much. He was used to Sebastian's antics after all of this time.

Sebastian was hardly a monster anymore anyway. He never really was in the long run. He was just an insecure, stupid teenager. Kurt had seen so many of those in his life, but Sebastian was different somehow. He seemed to be a monster to him when he was threatening to steal the only boy that was willing to love him away from him. But now that they had become sort of… friends, he wasn't all that bad, especially around that little girl.

He would usually be quick to throw insults at Kurt whenever they saw each other. Actually, he would have made a bunch of jokes about how he had brought him soup, or a multitude of jabs at Kurt's ensemble already. Kurt Hummel did not just wear a hoodie and sweatpants out in public every day.

Sebastian took a long look at the other man. He wondered why he hadn't said anything yet. Whatever was going on in Kurt's mind, he'd never know. And he wasn't sure that he even wanted to know.

What if he was thinking less of him now than he ever had back when they were teenagers? Was that even possible? And why the fuck did he even care what Kurt Hummel thought of him?

In his eyes, Kurt looked like he felt kind of bad for Sebastian. But he didn't say anything. No condolences or good wishes or any of that other bullshit. Instead, he just laid a firm hand on his shoulder, and give him a small smile. It wasn't a pitying smile, he noticed. It seemed sort of… sympathetic? He didn't delve any more into it though. There wasn't a point in reading into things that weren't - and frankly, things he didn't want to be there.

Sebastian broke through the silence when he let out a small sigh of relief when he realized that Kurt probably wasn't thinking any less of him than before jut because he had a kid. It wasn't like he had knocked a chick up and she left him alone with the kid. No one should think he was a bad person for taking care of his niece for his sister.

Kurt was trying to be comforting. And that he was. Sebastian was glad that he could be that person for him right now, without having to speak.

They sat in silence for a little while, Kurt's hand still on his shoulder. Olivia was looking between them, a tiny smile on her face, like he could was something that wasn't there. Soon Sebastian realized that they were pretty much just staring at each other, and he decided to break the silence.

He cleared his throat and tore his gaze away from the crystal blue eyes looking back at him.

"Uh, we should probably get going," he stood up, balancing the toddler on his hip on again.

Kurt stood too, dusting off of his pants and looking back at the two. "Where are you guys going?" he asked out of curiosity.

Sebastian debated not telling him that they were moving, but something in him told him that it might be important to tell him. What's the worst that could happen if he told him anyway? It's not like he'd follow them or anything.

"I gotta move some more of my shit to our new penthouse," he shrugged, like owning a penthouse in New York City was no big deal. And for Sebastian, it wasn't. His family was disgustingly rich, anyway. He put the squirming Olivia onto the floor, and took a few steps towards Kurt.

"Oh… You didn't tell me you were moving." Kurt replied, looking a bit like a kicked puppy.

"Yeah, well, I am," he said, a little bit more harshly than he intended. "It's not very far. It's only like twenty minutes from here at the Polythenian Complex," he shrugged, not sure why he felt the need to tell Kurt that little bit of information. Sebastian figured that he might as well know where he lived, just in case. And besides, he assumed that they were sort of friends… or something like that, so it there was no harm in it, right?

Kurt wasn't as much of a pain in his ass now than he was for the first couple of years they knew each other. And he wasn't too bad to have around either, especially in bed.

Speaking of that, he figured he should probably tell him that they couldn't be fuck buddies anymore. He groaned. He hated having to explain everything. Why couldn't he just dismiss everything that was bothering him with a flick of the wrist and have it go away? If only life was that easy

For the longest time he wondered if the whole arrangement they had was the only reason he stayed. But after today, he knew that he might have actually cared about him. Why would he bring him soup if he didn't care? He certainly didn't come over for get-well-soon sex.

Kurt's face lit up soon after he told him that. "I live really close to there, actually!" he chirped. "I live in the apartment complex that's practically next to those penthouses,"

Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. He wasn't exactly sure whether or not he was happy about that. He had never been to Kurt's place before so he had no idea where he lived. But it never mattered before. It didn't matter then, and it didn't matter now.

Sebastian kept telling himself that he really didn't care that Kurt was pretty much his neighbor now.

He didn't really know what to say to him, so he nodded and started gathering a few random items that he had taken out, and put them back into a box, only muttering "Cool," and moving on.

Behind him, Kurt kneeled down next to Olivia and started talking to her. "So, are you excited to get all moved in to your new house?" he asked, his voice full of cheer. The little girl nodded and grinned.

"Uh huh! My new room is so big!" she threw her arms up to indicate how big the room was as best she could, and giggled.

They continued making small conversation as Sebastian looked at the scene with a smile tugging at his lips. He occasionally put random items into the box, trying to make it look like he wasn't paying attention to them, but he probably should have been. He wasn't paying attention to how heavy he box was getting, when it suddenly started to tip over.

Before Sebastian could react, or try to make sure the box didn't fall onto the floor, Kurt shot up, and caught it. He chuckled softly as Sebastian gapped at him, still holding his end of the box.

"You need some help?" Kurt asked, clearly amused. Sebastian rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth to make a sarcastic comment, when Kurt interrupted him. "And yes, it is that obvious," he gave him his own triumphant smirk, looking proud about his answer, and handed the box back over to him.

"Nuh uh," Sebastian grumped, acting more like a three year old than the three year old at his feet.

"You do," Kurt assured, like he knew exactly everything that the other man wasn't willing to admit. Sebastian gave in finally, and nodded.

Of course he knew that he needed help. Since day one as a dad, he knew he was going to need help. But he had no idea that the only person that would be willing to help him out would be Kurt Hummel.

He thought that Kurt would look triumphant to get Sebastian Smythe to admit that he needed help, even if it was just helping to move a few boxes into his new place. He wouldn't admit that he needed help in more way than in that one. Sebastian was still a very stubborn person, despite everything else. He didn't like depending other people. They always let him down.

Kurt looked almost sympathetic. He may have known what it's like to lose someone, or move into a house by himself, but he didn't know how to do it with a kid. He didn't know what it was like to have all of the pressure of being a father and providing for a kid. At least, he assumed that he hadn't felt that. Somehow, he couldn't see Kurt Hummel getting someone pregnant, and allowing himself to be stuck with the kid.

Maybe someday he would know what it would be like to be a father, - from what he saw of the interaction between he and Olivia so far, he looked like he'd be a kickass dad - but he would never know what it would feel like to have to do all of that so soon, without any advanced notice or any time to prepare himself to bring a kid into his life.

"Alright. I guess I have no choice than to be your slave for tonight,"

Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that. Why did Kurt want to help him anyway? It wasn't like he had done anything to help him out. He had only set out to make his life worse since he was back in Lima, and he was sure the only good thing he was getting from him was all the mind blowing sex.

"Kinky." Sebastian retorted, wiggling his eyebrows. He knew what Kurt meant, but God did he love getting under his skin.

Kurt shushed him, and smirked. "Hey! There's a child present, y'know!" he teased, picking her up off of the floor.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, and adjusted his grip on the box. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, would you mind staying up here with her for a little bit while I take the boxes out to my car?"

"No problem," Kurt replied, as Olivia tugged at the drawstrings of his hoodie. He smirked, and lifted one of her arms up to dive in and tickle her side.

And with that, Sebastian left with a nod, and an amused smile tugging at his lips.

He carried all of the boxes down from the apartment down to the trunk of his car after a little while. He mostly ignored what was happening on his couch, until he came up after he had put up the last box.

Kurt and Olivia were having some kind of tickle war by the looks of it. They were both gasping for breath in between giggles, as he squirmed underneath the little girl's supposed iron grip. Right now Olivia had pinned him to the couch, tickling him until he dramatically begged for mercy.

Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, resisting the urge to laugh at the sight of the two. He wanted to drink all of this in before they could notice him watching them.

"Oooh, I'll get you for that!" Kurt exclaimed, sitting up, ready to launch himself at her and torture her with tickles until she surrendered.

She jumped off of the couch before he could do anything, and started toddling over to Sebastian at full speed, giggling up a storm.

Apparently Kurt didn't notice Sebastian there, because he ran after her, crying "I'm gonna get ya!" until he ran into the other man. Olivia laughed, and clung to his leg, hiding from Kurt behind it.

Sebastian caught him before they could both topple over, and looked down at the little girl clinging to him, before looking up at the man in his arms.

"Having fun?" he asked with his signature Sebastian Smythe smirk, still holding onto Kurt. The other man's face turned a brilliant shade of red when he realized how close they were, and how Sebastian was still holding them.

Their chests brushed against each other as Kurt gasped for breath, half because of how he had been laughing and running around, and how Sebastian staring at him like that left him breathless. His arms had curled around Kurt's slender frame, and his eyes shined with amusement and something else he couldn't quite put a name on, as he looked down at him.

They stood there in an oddly comfortable silence for a little while, just staring at each other, when Kurt finally came to his senses and pulled away from his grasp.

Sebastian let go of him reluctantly, feeling his own face get warm. Olivia looked up at him, clearly confused to what had just happened. And frankly, Sebastian didn't either. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes from where they seemed to be stuck on Kurt, and he scooped the little girl into his arms once again.

Kurt had faced away from him at that point, trying to regain his composure. Sebastian had seen him do that a lot, especially after sex or when he was embarrassed. He would break down, and then put that armor back over himself again. They both did that, but neither would admit it.

Kurt shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket, and took a deep breath before turning to him again. He plastered a smile on his face, pretending like whatever just happened there between them didn't happen.

"So, do you need any more help, or am I free to go?" he asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

Sebastian didn't know whether or not he wanted, or needed Kurt's help at this point. All he had to do was get his stuff put up, and put Olivia to bed, and he could do what he wanted for the rest of the night. But he remembered the times that he was supposed to get that hyperactive kid to go to sleep, and realized that that wasn't going to be fun attempting to do it on his own.

"I might need help putting this squirt to bed," he smirked as Olivia looked at him with mock annoyance at being called squirt, crossing her arms over her chest and letting out a huff. He chuckled lightly as he rolled his eyes playfully at her, turning his attention back to Kurt who was staring at them like they were the cutest things he had laid eyes on. "But other than that, I think I'm good," he added, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Then maybe I can be of service," the other man tilted his head up, his lips quirking up into a smile. "I can replicate any voice from any story," he mused, dramatically putting a hand on his chest. The little girl's face lit up at that. He knew that he wasn't good at reading stories. He tried every attempt at getting her to go to sleep, but she refused until he read her a bedtime story. He gave up with trying when all she did was complain about how he was always doing the voices wrong. Eventually she just fell asleep due to exhaustion after getting in and out of bed every five minutes. So if Kurt could do as he claimed, maybe he was worth keeping around.

"You better. This kid is picky about her bedtime stories," he warned. Olivia huffed again, blowing a stray piece of hair away from her forehead as she pouted and insisted that she wasn't, while Sebastian insisted that she was as they boiled down to a petty argument consisting of 'am not's' and 'are to's'.

The countertenor looked onto the scene in amusement, turning his head back and forth between the two as if he was watching a tennis match go down. Finally they stopped, and a fit of giggles went through them both. Sebastian forgot about Kurt being there, so he quickly composed himself and cleared his throat. "Alright, c'mon," he readjusted his grip on Olivia as she began to quiet down. "Let's blow this popsicle stand,"

Sebastian stepped aside, and let Kurt by. "Nice getup, by the way," he murmured, making Kurt stop in his tracks, trying his hardest not to smile by the looks of it. "Glad to see a change from the obnoxious clothes from the women's aisle of JC Penny," he leaned closer to his ear, grabbing and tugging at the waistband of his loose sweatpants. "Besides, these will be a lot easier to rip off of you," he smirked, before pulling back, and letting the elastic hit him with a loud 'slap'.

Now there was the Sebastian he knew and loved. "It was about time," Kurt piped up, going in front of him to walk down the stairs from his apartment to where his car was. "I was thinking were going soft on me," he sneered, glancing back at him before getting to the bottom of the stairs.

"Never, princess," he replied. Just because he had a kid, didn't mean he was losing any of his edge, or his snark. He was still as sharp as a tack when it came to this kind of back and forth between him and Kurt, and he wasn't going to let having a kid change that. That was one of the things he really enjoyed, being able to easily fling insults that weren't very insulting back at each other. He didn't want to lose that.

Specifically, he didn't want to lose Kurt, but he was never going to admit that. Not to himself, and especially not to the other man.


Additional Author's Notes: You know what to do.