Prompt: Dancing in the rain. (from pepperoxd on tumblr. Thank you!)
AN: Sorry for updating so late! I was supposed to update two days ago, but apparently we had stuff planned then. But anyway, here it is.

The day that came after Kurt's abrupt appearance in the Smythes' life, it was a little bit less than the regular day in the household. Many of the helpers were still hostile towards the visitor, and tried to avoid him if they could. Kurt always regarded that with a sigh, because he was also different when he was training Above. He was usually seen loitering in the empty hallways, sometimes freeing his wings when he was sure no one was around. So far the only people who interact with him are Johann and Brie, and they weren't always around because he had school and she had another person to tend to, who was way more high maintenance than he was.

The weather seemed to coincide with his mood, however, and the promised sun-shiny day was washed over by the light drizzle and alarming amount of storm clouds threatening to roll by. Maybe it was his mother, knowing that he was missing and it was a sign for him to please come home. He snorted cynically at that, as if he could with these wings.

After walking far enough into the hallway, he stumbled on a small couch, in the middle of the hallway whose windows were just about as tall as a tree and as wide as two tables put together side-by-side. The rain started spraying on the picturesque French skyline, the afternoon sun fighting to keep its place in the sky. Kurt walked over to the couch, then sat on it. He tried turning around a few times, but the only thing he saw was beige wall. With a huff, he stood up and pushed it to the nearby window, straining as he did so. Even his wings were struggling, sending erratic rushes of wind everywhere, causing tapestries and decorations to flail about. He got there eventually, and then he attempted to hover on top of the velvety cushion with a measure of success.

There was a large expanse of land that they called a backyard. Unblinking glasz eyes surveyed the entire landscape, even though the rain was pouring hard and pounding on the glass that was the brittle shield between him and the outside world. Flowers were everywhere, the grass was always immaculately trimmed, though the gazebo's curtains didn't look like they were built to last a downpour this strong. Kurt rolled his eyes are the lavishness of this family, they obviously were an empire built upon extravagance and lies.

There you go again getting lost in your thoughts, he scolded himself.

Because he was so deep in his mental barrage, he didn't hear a door open, nor the sound of footsteps coming up to him.

"Kurt?" Brie asked quietly, so as to not startle him too much. Though it still did, as he suddenly froze up and turned his head mechanically like a statue. It was hard to tell who was more surprised between the two as Kurt was almost transclucent as he paled, and Brie whose hands froze up suddenly.

"Oh, Brie," he breathed, exhaling the tension that coiled up his body. He noticed her frozen state, and shook his head. "Sorry, I tend to do that sometimes. Self defence and all," he waved his hand, and the woman seemed to understand, nodding her head.

"It's alright. I just didn't know how to approach you," she said, noting the tracks on the mahogany floor, leading up to the chair Kurt was perched upon, but she didn't push it. "And I noticed that you were all alone up here. It's gets a little eerie, especially when it rains," she dropped the hint, shuddering a little at the sudden cold that overcame her. "I don't know what it does to young angels, but Sebastian gets restless when he sees rain and can't go outside," she gestured to the small figure running around in the rain. "Would you like to go outside as well?"

At the question, Kurt shrugged. "I'll be fine with it, as long as Sebastian doesn't mind, really," he gave her a small smile, and retracted his wings, following her back down the expansive hallways and stairways.

The heavy rain was dwindling back into a drizzle, but the clouds still looked like they had more in store for the Parisians who wanted to go out and enjoy their weekend. Mozart was playing on the large speakers outside, the boy – whom he assumed was Sebastian – was dancing, though not really on time with the beat. He stood still as he observed the other let go of his cares, cares that he was supposed to shoulder, with time.

He was nudged out of his reverie once again by Brie, who looked down on him with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Kurt pushed the glass door sideways, letting the damp air in, filling the room with a scent of nature.

The music had just ended, playing an instrumental on a song he didn't quite recognized, and Sebastian became the more subdued version of himself Kurt saw a day before.

"You again," Sebastian said plainly, though Kurt imagined him saying it a little bit more harshly. A more upbeat, fiery track started playing. Kurt didn't know if it was just his angel mumbo-jumbo kicking in, or if whoever had set up the playlist had good taste. He stepped on to the dewy green grass, satisfied at the crunching noise it made underneath his sandals. Which, he tucked in the back of his mind, he needs to change, because he hasn't taken a bath yet.

"I'm sorry for my… uh… zestful greeting earlier. I didn't mean to scare," he apologised, as the water droplets started to soak in his clothes. Sebastian didn't outwardly react much to the apology, opting to tilt his head and purse his lips, as if in deep thought.

"Can you do that wing trick again?" he asked with little tact on his mind. Kurt raised his eyebrows at the sudden request, but complied, stretching his wings out to their fullest span, a wave of relief coursing through him as the tension seeped away from his body.

There wasn't much light effects with it, unlike the first time he landed on Earth, though some flashes of light that he emitted could still blind the unsuspecting passerby.

"…Wow," Sebastian uttered, as Kurt stretched his body along with his wings. It was a sight to behold, seeing as most of their helpers were quite Catholic and thought that men with wings were de bons presages, good omens.

Soon, though, Kurt's body had well adjusted to the added weight on his back, and smiled serenely at him. However, the peace didn't match as his wings kept flapping around, sending chilly gusts of wind everywhere, much like when he was inside the house, putting the house ornaments out of order.

"Sorry, my wings get restless when it rains," he apologised, using his foot to make circles on the ground. "There's a special rain dance to stop that, but..." he bit his lip, and Sebastian tilted his head to the side, and an eyebrow rose in place of a verbal question. "I need a partner," though his tone was uncertain, a hand was already outstretched, which Sebastian had to take.

It wasn't a very complicated dance, especially since he was already taking lessons for whatever, though he had a hard time deciphering Kurt's instructions, especially those that seemed like they were in a different language. Different from French, or English. It was melodic, light, yet superior, and Sebastian couldn't make heads or tails out of it.

"Sorry!" Kurt apologized again, embarrassed. "Sometimes I forget you don't understand lingua angeli," he shook his head. "But I think you have the hang of it now," he looked up from his feet, and Sebastian noticed flecks of gold appearing in the dim lights, shimmering as his ears seemed to pick up the faint music. If Sebastian strained, he could've heard a variety of foreign words, to the rhythm of '1, 2, 3, and'.

"Here we go," Kurt said, his voice apprehensive, then leading Sebastian with a step and clasped hands going to one direction.

It didn't take long for the dance to take effect, simple as it looked. Soon Kurt's wings swayed along to the rhythm and the music. Sebastian's breath hitched, feeling his feet float off the ground, but he kept his fear down.

Before I met you, life was slow-mo, so slow-mo.

"See that there, Ms. Brie?" Johann jogged to the patio when he spotted his brother and Kurt dancing in the breeze, taking her hand unconsciously. "Good omens! Good omens!" He called out in a sort of frenzy.

It didn't take long for Kurt to realise that they were already dancing on air, because his wings suddenly flapped violently to Johann's call, and the sudden chill brought him to his senses. "Oh misericordia!" he practically shrieked, scaring the wits out of Sebastian, as he safely landed them back down quickly.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I am so so sorry!" Kurt said over and over, a blush spreading to his cheeks, making his already red face more coloured.

"That... was... amazing!" Sebastian exclaimed, eyes wide. Kurt's repeated chanting of apologies suddenly halted.

"It was...?" he asked, mouth turning round in surprise.

"Thank you very much!" Sebastian said zestfully, hugging him quickly before continuing to dance in the rain, as kept pouring, though the telltale signs of the lightening skies told him that the fun was almost over.

"Uhm... you're welcome."

Kurt tilted his head, not realising that he had his hands clasped, as if to savor the lingering moments when the other boy held his hand.