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Sebastian knew from the very beginning that this was going to be hard. He had no experience taking care of anyone other than himself, much less a child who requires so much fucking attention, it wasn't even funny. He couldn't have a second to himself before she was there, demanding attention from him.

He always assumed it would be so simple. He knew that kids had tiny attention spans, so they could be easily distracted. They also had small brains, so they can be entertained by the shit that those money-guzzling children's programmers pass off as TV shows.

Just put two and two together, throw the kid in front of the TV and they're mesmerized for hours. Sebastian tried this as many times as he could with Olivia, but she was a different case all together.

He'd get her to sit down for five minutes to watch an idiotic show aimed for kids her age, or one of her supposedly favorite movies, but she'd get up as soon as Sebastian could even sit down. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why she didn't want to sit down and just watch something. He just wanted to get a little bit of peace and quiet for himself, for once.

He tried changing the channel to find a show she would sit down and enjoy watching. Against his own will, he would subject himself to watching stuff with her – maybe she just wanted to be with him, which resulted in being rather redundant if all he was looking for was being alone. He tried everything, but to no avail. She just refused to stay still. That girl was always in constant motion, just like her mother.

Sebastian watched her each day as she waddled around the place, her wild curls flying behind her. Her giggles filled the room, and left Sebastian smiling, even if he was stressed or upset about something. He tried to push all of those feelings aside. There was no use for them, and he sure as hell didn't feel like dealing with them. He had something more important to deal with and care for.

"Sebby!" she'd cry, moving to pull at his pants to get his attention. He'd let out a sigh, and look down at her big hazel eyes. "Yes, dear?" he'd say, sarcasm dripping from his voice. She'd always ask him to play a game with her, and there were those times where he'd refuse to, and she'd do a bit more begging before she went on her merry way. But today, he was feeling in a particularly good mood, so he agreed to play with her.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter, and just complete silliness, and they were both exhausted from running around. It took a lot of effort on Olivia's part for her not to fall asleep on the spot

Sebastian finally got that golden opportunity at peace and quiet, and got the toddler to take a nap, which was something that she wouldn't normally do. Once her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light, and for that, Sebastian was beyond grateful.

He staggered to his own bed, and got himself comfortable. He wasn't tired or young enough to take a nap, so he opted for just chilling out. Sebastian lay there for a little while, just soaking in the silence. He realized then that he should have treasured that privilege of privacy a long time ago. Silence really was golden, when he thought about it.

He also realized that this must have been how his own mother felt all those years ago when she was home, and when Mel and he were younger; exasperated, irritable, and just plain tired, and it had only been about two weeks since they had first moved in here. But he pushed those thoughts out of his head. He wasn't about to become a lame old person any time soon.

The silence was broken by his phone ringing, blaring the same obnoxious ringtone it did the morning of the whole incident. He groaned, remembering that nothing good never lasted. Sebastian looked at the caller ID, hoping it wasn't his father with more life changing news. He was really getting tired of being scared whenever his phone rang.

But fortunately, the smiling face that was on the screen was a much better sight than of his father's own. He smiled in spite of himself, and answered. "My, my, my, if it isn't Kurt Hummel," he said as a makeshift greeting. "What could have possibly compelled you to call me?" he asked in mock irritation. On the other end, he could practically hear Kurt smiling.

"Can't I just pick up the phone and chat with my good pal?" he retorted. Sebastian let out an undignified snort at that. "Not really. Last I checked, Hummel, you and I weren't on the most friendly of terms," he smirked, sitting up.

"Honestly, Sebastian, you make it sound like we're sworn enemies," The young man could just see the other man rolling his eyes at him. "We're not in high school anymore,"

Sebastian couldn't find any more truth in that statement. Both of them had certainly changed a lot since high school. Well, he hadn't changed too much, not since he became a father. After graduating high school, he kept up his clubbing and partying ways. He still only cared for himself, and lived off of his parent's money, getting whatever he desired.

The only thing that had really changed was him only having one fuck buddy. Before, he had many of them to call up at any time whenever he wanted, or needed to just get it off with someone else. But that never really satisfied him all that much. The other guys were more than willing to do what he wanted; to be controlled. None of them were a challenge like Kurt was.

But Kurt didn't change him as a person, not really. The person who did that was currently sleeping in the next room. She was slowly wrapping him around her little finger, and teaching him to be a better person. It's not like he was all that bad before, but now he was becoming better. And it was all for her. He was learning to become more mature, and responsible, but he still wasn't the greatest dad material. It would take baby steps to get to that point, and he knew it.

"That is true," he replied, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "If we were still in high school, you wouldn't even be calling me," Kurt made a little hum of agreement on the other side. "The only reason you would is if you mooched my number off of Blaine, and you'd only call to tell me to back off, or to remind me of all of my flaws, or the bad things I had done," he shrugged nonchalantly.

He didn't care about that anymore. It wasn't like the insults they had flung each other had hurt him then, and they weren't going to hurt him now. Besides, all of those things – the slushie incident, Karofsky's attempted suicide, and his flirting with Blaine – were all in the past, and long behind him. Both of them had gotten over the stupid rivalry between them, and let it just dissolve. They usually just let any hate they had still lingering for each other, out during sex, and Sebastian was perfectly fine with that.

Besides, hate sex was hot, and hate sex with Kurt was even hotter. That was something he wasn't going to deny any time soon.

The line was silent for a little while, until Kurt finally cleared his throat and piped up. "Well, I certainly haven't called because I want you to back off of Blaine," he chuckled, a bit awkwardly. "Wouldn't dream of it, sweet cheeks," he replied coolly. Both of them had been over the hobbit for a long time now. In Sebastian's mind, Kurt had the best sex partner in Sebastian that he could ever dream of. And, well, they had both realized that their tastes didn't lie in overly dramatic, spotlight stealing guys who had their hair plastered to their head with the strongest smelling gel imaginable, and who wore clothes that made them look like a grandpa.

"So, what did you call for, then?" he asked, genuinely curious to what was so important that he had to interrupt his quiet time. "Just making sure you're-" Sebastian groaned, cutting him off. "Kurt, I told you, I don't need any help. I'm fine," he assured. He had called him a couple times over the past few weeks, asking him if he needed help with anything, and he refused each time. Today was no different.

He was perfectly capable of taking care of this situation. He didn't need help from anyone, not even Kurt Hummel. He and Olivia were surviving pretty well on their own. They had a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs, and food that came straight to their door. Sebastian thought he was being very smart by staying away from the grocery store as long as possible, and just order takeout. But he was sure if Kurt knew that they were living off of takeout somehow, he'd force him to buy groceries, and give him a lecture about how a toddler needs nutritious meals.

"I highly doubt that," Kurt replied. How would he know anything, anyway? The last time he saw him was when he was moving in, and that was just a hard time for him. It was right after his sister's funeral, and moving was just a stressful process in general. Sebastian didn't say anything for a little while, so Kurt just took that as him agreeing that he needed some help. "I'm coming over,"

Sebastian sputtered. "What? No, no I don't need you to come over," he insisted, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and stranding up. "I don't care. You can argue all you want, and deny you don't need my help, but I know you do, and I'm already in my car, so there's no stopping me now," Sebastian sighed, and scrubbed a hand over his face.

Kurt Hummel was a challenge all right. But this time, he just let it go. He was too tired to argue anymore, so he was just going to let Kurt stay for a little while, and send him back on his merry way. Besides, when he'd show up, he'd probably realize it was a waste of time, and that there really wasn't anything he needed help with, and leave.

Sebastian wasn't going to ask for help even if he needed it. He needed to prove to everyone that he could do this. His parents had lost faith in him long ago, and now it looked like Kurt was too. Well, he was going to prove him wrong. "See you soon," he replied, hanging up without letting Kurt say his own goodbye.

He sped to the living room that was still littered with boxes, as well as toys and empty takeout bins and pizza boxes. He quickly went around trying to clean up everything he could before Kurt arrived. They were only a few minutes away from each other, so Kurt would be here any second.

As he was moving the boxes aside, a sleepy Olivia emerged from her room. She rubbed her eyes, and looked up at Sebastian with questioning eyes. He didn't give her an explanation to why he was rushing around, or even a passing glance as he started grabbing all of the takeout boxes he could carry. And that was when Kurt decided was the perfect time to open the door.

Their eyes locked on each other at the same moment. Kurt leaned on the doorframe with an amused smile tugging at his lips as he stared at Sebastian, who was carrying an armful of takeout boxes. The countertenor gave him a look as if saying 'I told you so', and rolled his eyes. Sebastian struggled with carrying them all, and Kurt opened his arms, allowing him to dump a few on him.

He cursed himself immediately for leaving that damn door unlocked, and for being forced to admit defeat. No one ever proved Sebastian wrong, or made him lose to his own game, so this was a first for him. With a slight nod, he motioned for him to follow him to the kitchen, where he dumped his boxes into the trashcan. Kurt followed suit, and quickly moved to wash his hands, where Sebastian tried to avoid his embarrassment by ogling Kurt's ass – which, by the way, looked fucking spectacular in those skinny jeans he wore, he might add.

"How about you take a picture? It'll last longer," Kurt replied, without even turning around to catch him in the act. How did he do that? Did he had eyes in the back of his head or something? "Really?" Sebastian asked, feeling giddy. Kurt had never let him have film or take pictures... Kurt turned around and rolled his eyes. "No," he replied, a big smile still on his face. He sounded like he was scolding a dog or something.

"Kurtsie!" Olivia shrieked, running to him. Kurt chuckled and lifted her into the air. "Hey Olivia," he greeted, still smiling at her. "What are you doin' here?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. Kurt glanced at Sebastian, who merely looked away, and crossed his arms loosely over his chest.

"I just came over for a little visit. Is that alright?" he asked her, but Sebastian knew the question was mostly directed at him. He gave him a slight nod, and a shrug. Maybe he could stay and work his magic over Olivia to get her to sleep again. The toddler nodded enthusiastically, and grinned. "So, what do you want to do while I'm here?" he asked, looking to both of them. Sebastian shrugged again, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeping his mouth shut.

Suddenly, a loud rumble was heard, followed by a quieter one, as if on cue. Sebastian felt a blush rise high on his cheeks, as he gripped his grumbling stomach as it demanded food. Kurt chuckled, and looked between the two, before poking Olivia in the belly. "Dinner, then?" he asked, his eyes lit up with amusement. The two nodded and hummed in agreement.

Sebastian totally forgot to order takeout today. He couldn't believe it. Maybe he wasn't going to be so good at this. Olivia was sure to be taken by CPS if he kept starving her like this. Normally, he could survive a day with one meal, but Olivia was a growing girl, and probably needed to be fed all the time, just like she always needed attention.

"What do you guys want?" he asked, moving to the cabinets to see what they had that he could make. Sebastian tried to stop him before he opened it, but he was too late. Kurt's eyes widened as he stared at the empty cabinet then went to open a few more, completely surprised to see them all bare. He even opened the fridge, to see a milk jug with spoiled milk in it, which Kurt promptly smelled and threw away. Sebastian stayed behind, biting his lip, and hanging his head in shame.

The other man turned around, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Sebastian coiled into himself, expecting a scolding, telling him how stupid he was for not having any food in the house. He glanced up at him, but didn't see what he was expecting. Instead of a scowl on his face, he was giving him a small, sympathetic smile. He turned quickly from him to the little girl, and smiled wider. "Well, now I see why you guys are so hungry," he poked Olivia again, and she giggled. Sebastian opened himself up just a bit, just waiting to be shot down. Kurt chewed on his lip and sighed.

"C'mon, I'll take you to my house for dinner. I have plenty of food for the three of us," Sebastian opened his mouth to protest, but closed it quickly, realizing how stupid it would be to reject free food. "That sounds good. You don't mind?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn't want to intrude if he was going to be a bother. Besides, he could easily just order up a pizza for them instead.

"Nah. But you'll have to excuse how messy the place is. I haven't had visitors over in a long time," Sebastian smirked, and motioned to the area. "Uhm, have you seen this place? I'm sure if we can survive living in this dump, we'll be fine at your place," Kurt nodded and smiled a genuine smile, before walking to the door, still balancing Olivia on his hip, with Sebastian right behind him.

They found their way to Kurt's apartment within a few minutes. Kurt had handed Olivia back over to him, as he tried to find the right key to unlock the door. Honestly, Sebastian didn't know what he was expecting out of the apartment. He would have thought there would be tacky and obnoxious décor, like his wardrobe, but he was completely wrong there. It was pretty homey looking for it being a shoebox sized apartment.

As they walked more fully inside, they could see a fat cat lazing on the couch. The little girl's face lit up as she saw it. "Kitty!" she squealed, pointing to the cat in question, who looked up to where the shrill sound was coming from.

Kurt tossed his keys into a decorative key bowl by the front, and smirked. "Oh yeah, that's Brianna," Olivia squirmed in Sebastian's arms, trying to wriggle free as she stared at the cat like it was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. He let go of her, and she ran to the couch, leaning next to the cat as they stared at each other in silence. Kurt chuckled as he stood next to Sebastian, crossing his arms as he looked at them. "You can pet her if you want,"

Olivia jumped at the opportunity, her smile only becoming bigger when she stroked her grey fur. "I didn't take you for a cat person," Sebastian murmured, glancing over at Kurt, who sighed as he turned his gaze to him. "I was lonely," he shrugged. "So, how many cats are you planning on getting, you know, if the whole boyfriend thing doesn't work out for you?" he asked, smirking and nudging him with his elbow.

"Ha ha," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Very funny," he replied with another roll of his eyes. He turned back to the little girl, who seemed mesmerized by the cat as she scratched behind his ears. "So, how does mac 'n cheese and dinosaur chicken nuggets sound?" the toddler merely nodded in reply. "Guess that's a yes. How about you, Seb?" Sebastian tried to keep in his laughter, but he couldn't and started to giggle mercilessly. "Dinosaur chicken nuggets?" he raised an eyebrow at him, still giggling every now and then.

Kurt blushed, and dismissed him with a flick of the wrist. "Yes, Sebastian, I have dinosaur chicken nuggets, don't you? Oh, wait, you don't even have any food," Sebastian rolled his eyes. Was that supposed to be an insult? "Oooh, burn. You sure got me, Kurt," he replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Shut up," he blushed again, and Sebastian licked his lips, remembering how far down his blush traveled down his milky skin. He was shook out of his thoughts when Kurt called him to the kitchenette to help with dinner. He trudged over there, leaving his daughter with the cat. The sight he was greeted with when he got in there was certainly an amusing one, but oddly arousing at the same time.

The other man stood before him wearing an apron over his tight clothes, as he pulled out all of the necessary items for making their dinner. Sebastian gave him a good long once over, and he noticed a blush rise on his cheeks again as he did so.

"Seb, I'm putting you on chicken nugget duty," he handed him the frozen box of chicken nuggets, with a completely serious expression on his face, whereas Sebastian had a large, amused smile on his own face. "Can you work a microwave?" he asked, cracking a smile. Sebastian sighed dramatically. "I'll try,"

Kurt nodded and smiled a little as he filled a pot up with water, and put it on the stove, that was still heating up. Sebastian opened the microwave, and shoved the box inside. Kurt noticed and laughed, before pulling it out. "No, sweetie, you take the chicken nuggets out of the box first," he said, as if he was talking to a child. "Oh, right. I knew that," Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head as he stood by the water, waiting for it to boil.

Sebastian sighed, and looked around for something to put them on. He decided on grabbing a paper towel and a paper towel. He put the towel on the plate, and dumped the dinosaur shaped chicken onto it, before putting it into the microwave. He stared at the microwave for a second, not wanting to ask Kurt how long he was supposed to heat them up for. He didn't know, but he didn't want to ask, and he most certainly didn't want to ruin their dinner.

"5 minutes and thirty seconds," Kurt replied out of the blue. Sebastian glanced behind him, and he was still turned around. Seriously, how the fuck did he do that? He mumbled his thanks, and set the timer on the microwave for that time, and leaned against the counter. "And now we wait,"

The water in front of Kurt started boiling, and he, proceeded to dump the mac 'n cheese noodles into it. Sebastian kept looking him over, and he never turned around. Finally he moved over to him, and wrapped his arms around him from behind. He could feel Kurt get stiff, but then soften as he was pulled to Sebastian's chest. He leaned close to his ear, and let his hot breath fan over his skin for a second. He knew how much that drove Kurt crazy.

"I'd love to see you in just that apron sometime," he whispered, nibbling on his ear. "And bent over that table right there," he trailed open mouthed kisses down his neck, as Kurt tried his hardest not to moan too loudly. "You're aware you're daughter is in the other room, right?" he asked, making no effort to swat him away. Sebastian grazed his teeth over Kurt's pulse point, and bit down gently, making Kurt have to grip the edge of the stove for support.

Sebastian didn't have time to reply before the shrill beeping of the microwave went off, and he was forced to remove himself from Kurt, and get the chicken nuggets out. Kurt didn't look back at him as he put the contents of the pot into a strainer, letting the water drain into the sink and the macaroni stay in the strainer. Sebastian waited for the chicken to cool for a little bit as Kurt expertly moved his way through the small kitchenette, moving his hips in that way that really shouldn't be legal, like he did the last time he saw him.

Kurt caught him staring as he put the cheese powder in the pot he had put the macaroni back in, and he quickly looked away, looking around for three plates to divide the chicken nuggets on to. He did so, as Kurt stirred the cheese in with the milk, butter, and the macaroni. He swallowed thickly as his muscular arms stretched the thin cotton of his tight shirt. Sebastian cleared his throat, and turned away again, even though Kurt didn't seem to pay him any mind.

It was odd, Sebastian normally didn't have a problem with blatantly checking someone out, but for some reason, he always felt like it was the right thing to do to avert his eyes. Kurt never had a problem with it either. He either blushed, or made a sarcastic comment about it. But it was just different now, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was because it felt weird ogling him when his daughter was just right there. And she was a pretty smart kid, she'd ask questions about their non-existent relationship, or pester him about how he found him pretty or something.

"Seb, I'll be out there in a minute if you wanna go put the chicken out, and see if you can tear your daughter away from my cat," he chuckled, and turned to him, before wiping his palms on his apron. Sebastian nodded, and did as he was told, when it hit him how domestic this all was. It was weird, but oddly… nice at the same time.

He made his way to the makeshift dining table, which was a card table and fold out chairs, and set out the plates. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Olivia lying on the couch, snuggling up to the cat, who he noticed now was almost her same size. "Did you make a new friend?" he asked. She looked up then and smiled at him. "Uh huh. She my new bestest friend!" he hugged her tight, and Sebastian chuckled. "Well, I think you can live without her for a couple of minutes while we eat dinner,"

Olivia got up, and let go of Brianna, which the cat seemed quite thrilled about. She padded over to the dining table, when Kurt came out balancing a bowl of mac 'n cheese on his head, and held the two others in his hands. The little girl giggled and pointed at him as Sebastian set her down in her chair, where she could just barely see over the table, when he turned to him. Kurt tried not to laugh as he inched closer, sticking his tongue out in concentration.

"Need help?" Sebastian asked, clearly amused. "Do I look like I need help?" he asked, feigning irritation. The other man threw his hands up in defeat. "I'm sure you're fully capable of getting that macaroni on your head to the table," he sat down, just waiting for Kurt to drop it. "Oh, that'll be easy," he boasted, setting the bowls in his hands down in front of Sebastian and Olivia, before rubbing his hands together.

Olivia watched in wonder, and Sebastian just watched in pure amusement to see how he would do it. Suddenly, he grabbed the bowl off of his head with his hands, and put it on the table. He bowed dramatically, and the two of them clapped politely. "Thank you, thank you!"

Soon Brianna meowed, and bumped into Kurt's leg, like she was a bumper car. That was obviously her attempt of getting his attention, because he moved to grab some kitty food for her, and put it in her bowl. "There you go, Bri," he scratched behind her ears, before going to wash his hands, and join them at the table.

"I honestly don't think that cat needs any more food," Sebastian commented as he watched her happily munch at her food.

They ate the rest of their meal in a relatively peaceful silence, with the exception of Olivia and Sebastian's dinosaur chicken nuggets fighting with each other. Kurt just watched on, and pretended to be a sports newscaster on the whole thing, announcing every little thing they did, until Olivia finally bit the head off of hers, and they all erupted into a fit of giggles.

After Olivia had scarfed down her dinner, she went off to play with Brianna, while Sebastian and Kurt went to do the dishes. The kitchenette suddenly became much smaller for some reason, and it made the two keep bumping hips, or skin brushing against skin. Even the brief touches made his skin tingle, and he didn't know why. He probably just needed the skin on skin contact. He needed to get it off, or he would explode. He hadn't had a dry spell like this since he had first lost his virginity a long time ago, and he was just itching to touch, and to feel.

But he probably couldn't even do that with the one person he wanted, because Kurt probably just assumed the whole fuck buddy negotiation was done now that he had a kid. And in a way it was, but he just really needed a good lay, and he needed it soon. He knew Kurt would just feel worried about the fact that he had Olivia, and lecture him about it until he got completely turned off, and it would end in a gathering of clothes and then an awkward goodbye.

His whole body ached to just reach out and touch him, but his brain was telling him no. It wasn't a normal occurrence when he'd let his brain take over instead of just taking his cock take charge of the operation, but now he knew it wouldn't be worth it to let his hormones take over this time around. Kurt wasn't helping any. He was only just teasing Sebastian – even if he didn't know he was, but just him moving in those skinny jeans, and the image of him only wearing that apron, spread open for him on the table, he really fucking was - and making his own jeans unbearably tight and uncomfortable.

Sebastian tried to spend as much time as he could washing the dishes, and purposely brushing up against him, so he wouldn't have to leave, but all good things come to an end. He scooped his daughter into his arms after they had finally convinced her that she could see Brianna again soon if she behaved, and left now.

"Thanks for the dinner," Sebastian said, as Olivia laid her head down on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. "No problem. It was fun," Kurt replied, smiling at him. "But make sure you buy your own groceries next time," Sebastian rolled his eyes at him. "Yessir," he replied, smirking.

Kurt leaned over to Olivia, and whispered "Make sure he buys food for you guys," he pointed at him, and winked up at him when he noticed that Sebastian heard. "I will," she replied. The man grinned, and leaned in to kiss her forehead, before standing upright and looking into Sebastian's eyes.

If Sebastian had been one of those stupidly hopeless romantic type of people, he would have sworn his stomach did little flip flops and his heart fluttered wildly in his chest as their eyes locked, but he wasn't, and he didn't assume as much. "What, no kiss for me?" Sebastian teased. He was expecting Kurt to just roll his eyes and say his final goodbye, but instead, he felt the faint brush of lips against his lips that left as soon as it came.

Maybe then, and only then would he admit that his heart may have fluttered in his chest, just a bit.


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