Music Inspiration: One More Night, Maroon 5. Then fall into Debussy.

Rating: M

Ownership: I don't own Glee and have nothing to do with Vogue dot com or the Australian Racing Season. I do own two tickets to the latest Claude Monet exhibition, I recommend seeing it if you can. And one day I hope to own a piece of Monet. What isn't recognized as from the show, are from my imagination and therefore I own 'em.

Dictionary/vernacular lesson: Partner-in-crime is what I call your lover or partner, like boy/girl friend, hubby/wife, fiance, even f...buddy.

Dedication: Thank you to my inspiring teacher this year, Mrs GJ, whose dictionary and worldly knowledge has been very helpful. And the following countries reading: Sweden, Saudi Arabia, Taiwan, Hungary, Portugal, New Zealand, Ukraine, Monaco, Peru, Croatia, Ireland, Russian Federation, Denmark, Germany, Belgium, Mexico, South Africa, Israel, Finland, Chile, Latvia, Brazil, Switzerland, Philippines, Australia, Poland, Netherlands, Indonesia, Canada, France, United Kingdom, United States.
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~ Turning the Tide ~

As we know Kurt had an internship with Vogue dot com. A position that took him around the globe.

He'd started out distributing coffee's and croissants. By the end of the week he would be sitting in with the others, around the conference table.

Discussing who should be in the magazine and which pictures would qualify, quickly bored Kurt.

His designing abilities weren't lost on Isabelle Wright. She saw promise in him and ensured that he wouldn't be lost to the competition.

He was one of her finest assets, the company's too.

~ 0 ~

Sebastian would have to accommodate his life around Kurt's career.

He started out modelling, not hard to do with that exceptional body and smile. Serious poses were easier again, but a challenge if he and Kurt had enjoyed a night or morning of exceptional happenings. As they called them their Turkish-delights.

On one terrible occasion, the photographer (JeanPaul) was about to speed his camera into action and a significant piece of scenery was completely off putting.

He pulled his face away from the back of his camera, looked at it. Squinted his eyes and glared at Sebastian. "Ah Sebastian, as much as I love and enjoy those sorts of photo shoots." Clears his throat. "And especially with you. This isn't what we're after today."

Sebastian was completely lost to JeanPaul. He looked at everyone else in the room, with complete ignorance.

Some of the girls were giggling behind their hands, bumping into one another. Some other models were as red faced as, and some had excused themselves for a more private place to wait their turn.

Sebastian looked to JeanPaul, "Exactly what is the problem?"

JeanPaul points toward Sebastian's lower regions. "Honestly, are you not aware of yourself, Sebastian?"

At this Sebastian finally glances down and adjusts himself. "Oh shit, you'd think you'd never seen this sort of thing before. Give me a break, the photo shoots are above my waist anyhow."

~ 0 ~

After the last spring fashion festival Sebastian decided for a career change. Easy to do, when your partner-in-crime had the connections and you had the everything else, to get whatever you wanted.

The new apartment came with new furniture.

Blainey Bear had been saved from the clutches of Kurt's Niece.

And online publishing was Sebastian's new passion. All the links necessary, were made. If he didn't want to, he didn't need to leave the apartment.

His secretary would be at his beck and call. But, that was all too easy.

So he rented an entire floor of office space, and then rented the majority of that out through a different real estate agency. Strict confidentiality entailed high rental income, for the real estate agent.

~ 0 ~

Every Friday night was a religious dinner night for the HudMel's. And when Kurt left home, that tradition followed him.

Before leaving the States, the boys would sometimes turn up unexpectedly to be with Burt and Carole. On those occasions Burt was certain to shed a tear or two.

But visiting Australia now, the boys moved their Friday night dinners to Wednesday lunch times, still quality family times.

A different restaurant chosen each time, until Sebastian found quality home time with Kurt was being compromised with their hectic work schedules.

Kurt had been preoccupied with the Spring Racing Carnival. Black and white dominated his scope for a few weeks. Oaks day fascinator's and baby's breath/gypsophila consumed him for weeks.

Sebastian was returning to his aggressive primal self, and he wanted his "Princess", and he wanted control back.

~ 0 ~

While packing up, Kurt wonders where Sebastian has organised for their rendezvous today.

He makes his way out to his car, but a different driver and limousine are waiting. Once inside he enjoys the extra mile Sebastian had taken in choosing suitable interior colours, scents and a matching liqueur to melt Kurt.

Forty minutes later, the limo arrives three kilometres away. Why so long? Because Sebastian had chosen for enough time for some of Kurt's favourite pieces of music to relax him more, full effects of the alcohol to hit and get him in the right mood.

JeanPaul was seen on many occasions, in the distance, Kurt is used to him being their shadow. On this occasion, JeanPaul is dressed in colours that entice Kurt. "Mental note to Kurt, remind JeanPaul to be more discreet and tone down his colours." However, this had been part of Sebastian's doing. Colours, scents, alcohol, music, lots of eye candy and other delightful things are ordered for tickling of Kurt's memory.

Kurt is only sufficiently primed to be mellow and pliable, to Sebastian's needs today.

He enters their elevator, which stops on the wrong floor. But once the doors open, the elevator powers down.

The corridor is lined with dark blue velour, and leads to an audio visual room. Upon entering he sees the numerous crystal vases on the outskirts, each one filled with different coloured posies of peony roses. The lighting display is occasionally catching them, then the beams refract and startle any eye caught by it's beauty.

He makes himself comfy in the overly large cinema chairs. More liqueur but now with much needed hors d'oeuvres. And a hint of a roast lunch cooking, that provoke memories of quality dessert.

~ 0 ~

Sebastian works away on his projects, and occasionally watches the monitor. And they both listen to various pieces of Debussy's music.

Kurt is treated to a 3D experience of being at Giverny and moving in amongst Monet's garden. Occasionally he thinks of Blaine, and his heart skips beats and some one warms up.

The willows move gently in the breeze and he feels that warm breeze, he can smell that garden. And he remembers Blaine's cologne, sighs and enjoys some more liqueur.

The boat glides carefully between the reeds, the water parts and the liqueur flows down his throat. Blaine's kisses he misses so much.

He doesn't notice that some staff in shiny black pants and shirts have lifted him, from the chair and placed him on a lounge.

Blaine puts his head lazily to the side and whispers "I love you."

"I love you too." Kurt remembers saying.

~ 0 ~

It hurts Sebastian to know how to prime Kurt, but he'll reap the benefits for hours later.

And Kurt might have a hang over.

And Sebastian might pay, for whatever Kurt can remember.

~ sigh, swoon, ~

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