It Is Not Quite Right
2/3/2023
Summary: Kurt and Sebastian have been friends for forever.
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AN: A love story in 5 parts. :)
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It
How did they meet?
That was always the first question. Or it used to be.
It soon became, You two are friends, HOW?
Then, how did you meet?
Eventually it became, You're just friends? Really? Are you sure? And nothing more than that, ever?
That one, was usually met with an eyeroll. As if two gay guys couldn't be friends without having once slept with each other or doing so on the side.
It seemed to settle for awhile on, You're sure you're friends?
Nobody really elaborated on that one, they usually just left it there but sometimes the tone implied very different things. They supposed it depended on when the person met them or what kind of mood they were in or what was happening at the time.
Sometimes they wondered the same thing.
Ask them that though and they'd tear out your throat. It was blasphemy and not something they legitimately would consider or entertain.
It wasn't surprising people wondered all those things though.
Sebastian was from Paris, France and had been dragged to Ohio at the age of 13, a petulant and arrogant child. He glared at everyone who walked by.
Kurt was a dreamer who had never left Lima, Ohio, ever. He may not have physically left but his mind often escaped to fantasy places, especially while he was bullied.
At first, it didn't work.
There was no way they could have met, except they had. Sebastian's father wanted to appear as one of the people, he bought a house in Lima, next door to the man who everyone loved and his very, very odd son.
Sebastian would insult Kurt and belittle him and Kurt didn't respond. His mind would wander off into his fantasy land. Insulting him wasn't fun even though there was a lot to insult. He tried to increase the creativity of his insults. He would try to slip in and under that shield before it could come down. Sometimes he succeeded.
Slipping under that shield though meant that he got to see Kurt.
It was an interesting world Kurt lived in. Soon the insults weren't toward Kurt, at least not often and not meant to hurt. Kurt opened up his mental world to Sebastian and Sebastian enjoyed being there with him. It was kind of nice, a better world, and yet Kurt was incredibly reasonable and rational.
Sebastian wanted to protect that world. He wanted a place to visit when the world on the outside got too hard. Sometimes it reminded him of where he came from. It made him sad, angry and happy all at the same time or at different times. If he couldn't be there physically, he could be there mentally with Kurt.
Kurt provided him with a safe place to go mentally and Sebastian wanted to provide him with a safe place physically. They protected each other. Soon that went from physical and mental to emotional too and they became friends and thick as thieves. Kurt even teased Sebastian and Sebastian had probably always known it was in Kurt to do so on the same caliber that Sebastian could tease him.
It was not the only difference between the two boys.
The differences were vast.
Sebastian was a charming when not petulant, tall athlete with a rich, somewhat nerdy, father and socialite mother.
Kurt didn't have a mother, had a father who struggled to keep a roof over their heads without moving into the garage he owned and was successfully running or the space above it. Kurt was tiny, not at all an athlete and not exactly the center of attention in a good way. Everyone knew who Kurt was, either because of who his father was or because of how peculiar they viewed him personally. Kurt's father was greatly respected, Kurt was not. At least not at age 13.
The summer drew to an end and the differences between them only grew. Sebastian went to an elite private boarding school and Kurt went to the local, extremely poor, high school in a pretty poor town.
The local highlights and social events of the year centered around Friday football games and even then, it wasn't great. The local team wasn't any good and they lost every game. Yet the entire town showed up every time they had a home game. They didn't even have a bus system to bring them to school or transport them between towns. They all just piled into the back of whatever beatup, rusting truck had enough gas to take them from Lima to the next town. That meant only the players and their coach went. No cheerleaders or fans or family members could go with.
Sebastian didn't want to be there, didn't want to make friends, didn't want to be nice to anyone. Yet he came home with a lot of numbers in his phone and people hitting him up to spend time with him or inviting him to parties. He purposefully tried to keep people away and they gravitated to him. The only one he wanted to be around wanted to be around him too, but reluctantly.
Kurt had taken awhile to open up over the summer, had been a hard nut to crack and pry apart. It was like someone had tried to force him open or dropped him into a bat of hot water and he was sealed tightly once more the next time they met up. It was Thanksgiving Break and Sebastian was home for a long weekend.
Burt had opened the door and eyed Sebastian cautiously but opened the door wider and let him in. Sebastian was on the couch, lounging there as if he owned it and without a care in the world. Kurt came in and stopped short, eying him wearily. It only grew more intense when Sebastian patted the spot next to him, beckoning him close and into his sphere.
Kurt hadn't made any friends, though he had tried, once more, now that they were in high school. He'd hoped that things would have changed, people would have grown, would have been concerned about growing up and forcing it to start a little over the summer. He thought high school would change people.
It had, they had all gotten taller over the summer. All of them, except Kurt, even the girls, especially the girls.
The older boys even taller, broader and more menacing than anyone Kurt had encountered before.
If it were possible, he was liked less now than before. If he had any phone numbers they would have been burnt up or permanently deleted and defraged.
Kurt had questions of his own, like "what do you get out of it? Why?"
Sebastian had his own questions too, like "why wouldn't I? Why not?"
It just was and it just worked. The couldn't explain it to anyone else, nor did they want to.
They were friends and that was the way it would stay.
No ifs, ands or buts about it.
Anyone who had a problem with it would just have to deal with it because they wouldn't nor had the desire to change it.