A/N: Thanks to everyone who let me know the formatting was off when I first posted this! Should be good now!

Kurt hadn't thought much of the encounter after it happened. That night, after a glass or two of wine he popped over to Facebook to see if he could do some light stalking as per usual whenever he ran into someone from his past, but it seemed as though Sebastian Smythe didn't have an account. So, he went to bed and didn't think about it.

He didn't think about it at the annual St. Berry Christmas party when Rachel opened the bottle of Marc Jacobs perfume in front of everybody during the gift exchange and gave her husband a huge hug and a "How did you know?!" Not even when Jesse came over to give him a firm pat on the back and thank him while he was mid-shoveling a pita chip into his mouth. Or later when Rachel demonstrated how to walk through the spray for Talulah, who had miraculously not let it slip that it had been Kurt who had bought the gift.

Just like how thoughts of Sebastian had become virtually nonexistent in his brain after graduating high school and leaving Ohio, this encounter also disappeared from his mind. He had more important things taking his brain power.

Speaking of, he was finally heading to meet his lawyer. It would be like Blaine to do this during the holiday season, when everything he needed (lawyers, therapists, the new Alexander McQueen collection) wasn't available to him. He cast those thoughts out of his head… for now. He had plenty of time to be pissed off once they got all of this paperwork done and made everything official. He needed to pretend that daddy and papa were fine, papa's just working really busy with the show is all, a little bit longer. Not that Lulu would really even comprehend what was happening when they finally did decide to tell her, but he still wanted to put on a happy front. He needed to.

He had let the floodgates open too many times in regards to Blaine Anderson. He got blubbery and snotty and bloated, refused to leave his house, wore his grubbiest clothes and let himself feel like absolute garbage for too long. But not anymore. He was going to attack this specific heartbreak with poise and grace. He wasn't going to get sloppy drunk and kiss other guys or break into sobs when he caught a glance at their wedding pictures scattered around their house. He was going to stay strong for himself and for their growing family.

As Kurt's Uber pulled up to the office of Pierce, Bradley and Olison, he glanced down at his phone to check the time. Staring back at him was an ultrasound that made his heart squeeze painfully in his chest. The only thing that could potentially push him over the teary edge was the thought of bringing a child into a broken home. Or not bringing the child home at all.

Blaine had met the woman carrying the baby in said ultrasound at an event at Harvey Milk Elementary School where they occasionally sang at and donated money to. Kurt had been sick and was unable to go, so Blaine went by himself. He wished now that he had just downed some Vitamin C and sucked it up so that he could have been there himself to talk his husband down, but it was a little too late for that now.

The woman, only nineteen years old, with a toddler of her own and a husband who had just lost his job, was almost in her second trimester and looking for someone to adopt her baby. She laid her heart on the table there at that elementary school and Blaine Anderson, sympathetic to a fault, decided to take it into his careful hands. They were planning on trying to having a second child soon anyway, why not help a poor woman in need and give her child a good life?

Not long later, Blaine had done the unforgivable and Kurt was packing his husband's bags.

Kurt blinked out of his reverie when the Uber driver was opening the car door for him. He gave him a polite smile and stepped out of the car. He swallowed thickly, smoothed down his blazer and walked into the building fully composed.

The meeting went well. Well, as well as it can go for a meeting about divorcing someone you've been with for almost half of your life. They were winding down when there was a soft knock and a head poking out of the office door.

"Hey Neil, you ready to — Oh, sorry. Didn't know you were with someone."

Kurt turned to look at the intruder and it was none other than Sebastian Smythe. Of course it was. The universe had a pretty wicked sense of humor, he had to admit. Sending in the person who was waiting to swoop in and steal his boyfriend back in high school on the day that he was finally loosening his grip on him, if not letting go completely. The person he had initially assumed Blaine's attentions were straying to all those years ago when Kurt was more willing to forgive and forget.

He hoped they'd be very happy together.

"Oh, hey. No problem. We were just finishing up here. I'll meet you in the lobby in five?"

Sebastian, who had been making intense eye contact with Kurt the moment he turned around, nodded and finally looked away, giving Neil a smile and ducking out. Kurt turned back around in his seat, not paying much attention to the rest of what was said. His eyes were glazed over as he got up out of his seat and showed himself out as the other man took a phone call and gave him a quick wave goodbye.

Kurt made his way out of the office and to the waiting room to get himself another Uber. He was too in his head to notice Sebastian walking towards him.

"You doing anything right now?" Sebastian asked, making Kurt jump a little as he looked up at him from his phone.

"What? Why?"

"Well, I have an hour for lunch and Neil just texted to let me know that something came up and he can't go. And eating alone is… like, severely lame." Kurt raised an eyebrow, his head still foggy from all of the talks of splitting assets and custody laws.

"Are you… Are you asking me to lunch?" Sebastian smirked. He looked just like a teenager when he did that, crows feet and glasses notwithstanding.

"Don't make me say it." The smirk settled into more of a wry smile. Kurt's own mouth quirked a bit at that as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I think I'd like you to say it." Kurt said, causing Sebastian to sigh dramatically.

"Fine. Will you do me the utmost pleasure of accompanying me to lunch?"

"Mm, I actually think I'm busy," Kurt tapped his chin, lost in fake thought. After a moment he broke his facade and smiled. "But I guess I can spare an hour of my time."

Kurt didn't know why he said yes. He thought about it as they walked in silence to a quaint little cafe a few blocks down. He didn't know Sebastian. Didn't care to spend any time around him. Wasn't even that hungry. But… he realized as they sat down and looked over their menus, he didn't want to be alone right now. If Sebastian hadn't approached him, he would have had to go back to an empty house and try not to think too hard about everything and break down.

He was thankful that Sebastian wasn't immediately hounding him with questions about why he was seeing a lawyer. He wasn't saying anything at all, come to think of it.

"How's Grandma Macy?" Kurt asked, causing Sebastian to glance up at him, confused. He looked deep in thought as well, but it didn't take more than a moment or two for him to go back to looking effortlessly cool and casual.

"She's good. Very proud of my record cologne sales." Sebastian replied, leaning back in his seat and adjusting his glasses on his nose.

"Hey, good for you. I mean… doesn't seem that hard to sell since it's always in demand. But congrats anyway. Is a promotion or raise on the horizon?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow, in a sort of challenge, looking more amused than embarrassed like he was trying to play at.

"No," Sebastian bit his lip. "Not yet. But I see big things on the horizon. Today, perfume counter. Tomorrow, shoes." Kurt laughed at that, causing Sebastian to smile in triumph.

"Dreaming big. I admire that." Kurt said with a smile. He had to admit, it was refreshing being around someone with a sense of humor for once. For the last two months since he and Blaine announced their separation, his friends and family had been walking on eggshells around him. Treating him like a fragile bird, who if you touch a certain way or say a specific thing, you could wound.

Nobody had been laughing with him. About the breakup or anything.

Kurt had cracked the odd joke about being excited to finally get rid of all of the hair gel infesting his bathroom. About how he'd prayed he'd never have to see a bow tie again in his life and how God must be real because this showed somebody was listening, but those remarks never went over well. He swore, some people were taking this harder than he was.

So, it was really nice to shoot the shit with somebody. Even if that somebody was Sebastian Smythe.

Speaking of, Sebastian was looking at him and Kurt was sure he hadn't said anything in a hot second. But Sebastian wasn't looking at him with confusion or annoyance. He was just… looking. A lazy smile on his face until Kurt blinked and came back to reality.

Kurt was honestly lost for words. What was there to say in these situations? Small talk seemed too… informal for someone who he was having lunch with. But this wasn't the time nor the place nor the person to be having deep conversations with. Luckily any tension was momentarily dispelled when the waitress came over and took their orders and filled their cups with water. Drinking something gave him a distraction from saying something stupid.

"So," Sebastian broke the silence and Kurt looked up at him from his eyelashes as he sucked at his straw. "How's… Your daughter?"

"Talulah?" He prompted, an amused look on his face. "She's fine. Still interested in the toys she got for Christmas and not just the boxes they came in, thank god."

"And Rachel? Did she like the perfume?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, surprised that he remembered that detail, quite frankly. Though, it did have to do with his… line of work.

"She did. Apparently that's the one she usually wears and she was running out."

Normally, Kurt would have known that fact about her. He used to know dumb little things about her like what perfume she wore and what pieces of jewelry were her favorite and went with each outfit the best. And while they were still pretty close, they had drifted apart over the last few years. She got her big break with Jane Austen Sings, got married, Talulah and Barbra were born. They weren't teenagers that relied on each other for everything from emergency sticks of gum to boy problems anymore. The thought saddened him a little.

"I just still can't get over how you're still friends with her. That's crazy to me. Though, I guess it would make sense if she was still with Finn." Kurt's face fell at that. The topic of Finn didn't sting nearly as much as it used to. It had been a decade, after all. But it was still a sore spot. He thought about how if things had turned out differently, he would have called his brother over and invited him for pizza and mindless action movies after the meeting he just had.

"Finn actually… passed away. Ten years ago." Kurt said, his voice soft. Sebastian's face fell as well and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair as their drinks were brought out.

"I had no idea. I'm sorry." Kurt just nodded. He was so not in the mood to be thinking about all of the years of Finn hugs he had missed out on and how he could really use one right about now.

"So, what have you been up to since those days back in Ohio? Other than being a record-breaking Macy's employee." Kurt asked. Sebastian seemed more than happy to change the subject.

"Well, I went to Columbia. Majored in economics. Went to law school. Which is actually where I met Neil," Kurt nodded. "Did absolutely nothing with that education and decided to become a professional part-timer. Thus, Macy's."

"Huh." Kurt let out, regarding the other. He honestly wasn't sure what he'd expected, but that… certainly wasn't it. But he figured that if a man in his late twenties was working at Macy's he wasn't doing much else with his life.

"What about you? What have you done? Other than have a kid and remain close enough friends with Rachel Berry to babysit her kid."

Kurt explained everything to him. Well, everything that was easily available through a quick Google search. NYADA, Spotlight, Vogue, co-directing the New Directions, marriage (apparently Sebastian was there when Blaine proposed… a fact that made him slightly uncomfortable), Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Talulah.

Sebastian, surprisingly, didn't make many comments as he regaled him with the Sparknotes version of his life since high school. He just nodded along, seeming genuinely interested.

"Damn," Sebastian huffed out once he finished, shaking his head. "That's a lot of life to have lived this early." Kurt nodded slowly. Wait until he heard about how he was getting a divorce and having a second kid at thirty. Talk about going full speed ahead in life.

"So, what do you do now?" Sebastian asked, causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow. "Like, now I know everything that you've done in the past ten years. What about now? This week? Today?"

"Sebastian, I don't think we're nearly close enough for you to have permission to see my extensive, color-coded Google calendar." Kurt joked, causing Sebastian to smirk yet again. Old and young at the same time… He still wasn't over it.

"That's not what I'm asking. Though my interest is definitely piqued," His face softened a bit. "I meant like… if you have a job? Hobbies? Auditions lined up?" Kurt hummed in recognition, thinking about it. It had been a long time since he actually talked himself in the present tense. Well, without mentioning the divorce or the doctor's appointments.

"I'm a part-time faculty member at NYADA. So, I guess you could say I'm a part-timer, too. I also teach theatre workshops for high schoolers around the city," He explained, smiling politely at the waitress as she brought them their food. He started to dig in almost immediately, realizing that he was actually hungry after all. "My agent usually has a good amount of auditions for me, but it's been ages since I've actually went in for one. It's gotta be really good gig to get me away from Talulah as long as I'd have to."

"What —" Sebastian said, mid-chew. Kurt glanced up at him, crinkling his nose slightly in disgust until he swallowed it and continued. "What's Blaine up to, then? He too busy to take care of her while you were in a show?" Kurt could tell Sebastian meant no harm in his question, but it hurt him a little more than it should have.

"He does eight shows a week over at Aladdin. It takes up most of his time, but it's a pretty good paycheck. Can't complain too much about that."

"I can't believe they brought that shit back. There's way better Disney musicals out there by now, surely." Sebastian said offhandedly. Kurt couldn't help but smile at that comment because that is exactly what he thought when they announced its revival. Blaine was ecstatic. Kurt was underwhelmed.

"Better than Mary Poppins." Kurt replied with a shrug, glancing up to see Sebastian flashing him a grin.

"Fuck Mary Poppins. I dated a guy who was the understudy for Bert when it came back a few years ago, and I swear… if I never have to hear 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' again, I'll die happy."

The rest of Sebastian's lunch hour went by way too fast. It was like as soon as he was starting to have fun talking to him is when he had to go. Sebastian seemed to have sensed this and as he put down his credit card to pay (they argued about who would pay for a solid ten minutes… it was surprisingly refreshing) he slid his phone across the table and prompted him to give him his number. There were no verbal promises or plans to do this again, but it was sort of unspoken as they made their way out of the cafe and went their separate ways.

As Kurt waited for his ride, he caught himself smiling. This smile wasn't for anyone else, wasn't accompanied by an assurance that he was okay, or plastered on so that Talulah wouldn't be worried. It was for himself only. For the first time in months, he felt okay enough to indulge in one of the smallest pleasures in life: smiling because he felt like it.