FOUR YEARS LATER

Kurt lets out a deep sigh of relief as soon as he gets in the car. He rests his forehead against the steering wheel and breathes deeply before starting up the engine and backing out of the driveway.

He loves his family, and he is excited about marrying Blaine, but he doesn't-believe it or not-want to talk about it every minute of every waking hour of every day. The silence of the car ride to the airport is a total bliss, and Kurt doesn't even feel guilty for lying about his departure time. He has over an hour to spare, so he takes a detour before hitting the big road.

Kurt has driven by here a lot of times over the years, and it's always looked the same. Eventually, it's become a pleasant reminder of that summer, and now it's comforting to drive by and just see that it's the same. But this time, there's something that catches his eye. The house has been repainted and the holes on the roof have been patched. Kurt glances at the clock on the dashboard and then makes a snap decision and does a quick turn. There are no other cars in sight, thankfully, and he speeds up a little on his way back to the driveway.

The gravel crackles under the wheels of the rental car as Kurt rounds the corner and sees the courtyard. It's a complete mess of things, wood, ladders and tools laying around in heaps, and not a person in sight. Kurt shuts off the engine and just as he opens the door to get out of the car, he hears a familiar voice yelling.

"Hey, this is private property, you can't-" Sebastian falters as soon as he recognizes Kurt and stops dead in his tracks a few feet away from the car.

He looks good. He's shirtless and wearing a pair of denim cutoffs, with a tool belt slung low on his hips, and a baseball cap turned backwards on his head. He's tan, and Kurt guesses that it's Sebastian who's done most of the work on the house, because he's muscled, too.

"Hello," Kurt says, stepping out of the car and closing the door gently to lean back on it.

"Hi."

"I was just-" Kurt waves at the road. "I'm on my way to the airport and I saw something had happened with this place so I just thought I'd...check it out."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, I've been...I mean, I finally got some time to...fix it. You know."

"Like you wanted," Kurt says, smiling a little.

"Yeah, like I wanted."

It's weird, seeing Sebastian like this. Kurt has thought about this moment thousands of times, imagined hundreds of different scenarios, but this was never one of them. He's so unprepared for this and he has no idea what to say. Hey, how've you been; why did you shut me out; do you hate me?

"It looks good," he says, instead, nodding towards the house.

"Thanks," Sebastian says. "Would you...like to come in, or something? I have coffee, but that's pretty much it, I don't-"

"No, I'm fine," Kurt interrupts, his hand flying up to automatically play with the chain around his neck. It's a nervous habit, drives Blaine crazy, but he can't help it. "I can't-I need to get to the airport soon."

"You kept it," Sebastian says. Kurt looks down.

"What?" The charm. "Oh. Yeah." He shrugs awkwardly and takes down his hand, and Sebastian jerks as if he's been burned.

"You're engaged," he says, and it's not a question. Kurt glances at the ring. He loves Blaine, and he appreciates the thought, but his taste in rings leaves a little bit to be desired. While the ring by itself is fancy, it's a bit too fancy, and honestly, it clashes with a lot of Kurt's outfits. He can't say that to Blaine, though, so he's stuck with it.

"I would've thought you'd go for something a little more subtle," Sebastian says, as if he's reading Kurt's thoughts. "Something that's a bit more easy to match." He bites his lip. "I guess things change."

The number you have reached is not in service anymore.

"Yeah," Kurt says. "I guess they do."

They're both silent for a bit, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I should go," Kurt says eventually. "Got a flight and all that."

Sebastian nods. "Yeah, sure."

Kurt opens the door, and just as he's about to step into the car, Sebastian says:

"You never called."

Kurt stops, one foot inside.

"I changed my number," Sebastian says. "And I texted you the new one. But you never called."

"I never got a text," Kurt says, looking back at him.

"I sent like ten of them. It was right after you'd gotten the internship."

Kurt thinks back, does the math.

"I-I lost my phone. My number was disconnected for a week. I didn't get your texts, Sebastian."

"You didn't answer my emails, either."

"My email was hacked! I had no way to contact you."

"So you just gave up?"

"You gave up, too!" Kurt says, squeezing his eyes tight for a second to stop the tears. "Don't blame this on me. You moved away and when I didn't call you for a week, you just quit?"

"I didn't know what to do!"

"You had my address," Kurt says, getting in the car. "You could've written a letter." He shuts the door without waiting for a reply, then drives off so fast that his dad would've reprimanded him if he'd been present.

x

Kurt is distracted the whole way home. He's finally done it. He's seen Sebastian again. It didn't go as he'd thought, and now he can't stop thinking about it.

For one, Kurt was supposed to be much cooler and put-together. Suit pants, dress shirt, maybe the scarf he bought last month. At least not airplane jeans and a hoodie. He would not be freaked out, he would be collected, talk in complete sentences, have a life, moved on, been married. To Blaine.

Blaine. Sweet, wonderful, amazing Blaine. Who's currently at home, in their apartment, waiting for Kurt, who just had a really awkward meeting with the guy he lost his virginity to five years ago. He knew Sebastian for like four or five months, and he's been with Blaine for over three years. They met at NYADA, hit it off immediately, and have been dating almost the whole time. They know each other, Kurt knows Blaine, and Blaine knows Kurt better than anyone else. Except for maybe Sebastian, which is weird and probably not true. It was most likely a pure coincidence that his thoughts on the ring were Kurt's exact thoughts. A weird coincidence. That's all.

He almost falls asleep on the train ride home, and he's exhausted by the time he unlocks the front door. The apartment is dark, with Blaine in bed, already, and Kurt dumps his bags by the door to deal with them tomorrow. He toes off his shoes and walks quietly into the bedroom. Blaine is sprawled out on his stomach, fast asleep and looking beautiful. Kurt leans against the doorframe and watches him for awhile, but Blaine must feel that he's being watched, because after a few moments his eyes flutter open and he squints at Kurt.

"Hey," he croaks out and smiles. "You're home." He reaches out from under the covers and makes grabby hands towards Kurt, who crosses the floor easily and sits down on the bed.

"How was Lima?" Blaine asks, rolling onto his side to see Kurt better.

"Oh, you know," Kurt says, shrugging. "Same."

"And your family? Good?"

Kurt nods. "Yeah. They're fine."

Blaine smiles at him and rubs his thigh. "Good. Come to bed?"

"Yeah. Just-Blaine?"

"Mm?"

"I met Sebastian." The hand on his thigh stops.

"Sebastian. The Sebastian?"

Blaine knows about Sebastian, of course he knows about Sebastian. They'd met in the beginning of Kurt's second year at NYADA, Blaine's first, and Kurt can't really talk about how he got to New York without in some way mentioning Sebastian.

"Yes," Kurt says.

"Okay...? Was it planned, or...?"

"No! No, it was completely random, I drove by his house and-it was a total surprise, and extremely awkward. I'm probably never seeing him again."

Blaine smiles. "Okay." He grabs Kurt's arm and pulls him down for a kiss. "Will you come to bed now? I've missed you."

"I'm gonna brush my teeth, then I'll be right back."

"Plus thirty minutes for skin care," Blaine adds, fond exasperation in his voice. "I guess welcome back sex will have to wait until tomorrow, huh?"

Kurt smiles and kisses him again. "Not if you stay awake," he says teasingly, even though they both know Blaine will be sleeping before Kurt even closes the bathroom door.

And if Kurt lets his mind wander while he's moisturizing, thinking that Sebastian probably would've pulled him into the bed then and there to have his wicked way with him, well-then that's no one's business.

x

A week passes without anything happening. Kurt is at the office a lot to catch up after his vacation, and when he gets home, Blaine has already gone to bed or fallen asleep on the couch. Today though, Kurt manages to get off relatively early, and when he gets home, Blaine is in the kitchen, drying the dishes.

"Hey," Kurt says, wrapping his arms around Blaine from behind and kissing his neck.

"There was a letter for you today," Blaine says, turning around in Kurt's embrace. "From Sebastian."

"Did you read it?!"

"The sender's address is on the envelope," Blaine replies, and the hurt is evident in his voice. Kurt sighs and drags his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"Of course. I'm sorry. I don't think you're going through my mail, I promise." He presses a kiss to Blaine's temple, but Blaine just shrugs.

"It's on the living room table."

"Thank you," Kurt says sincerely, and kisses Blaine on the mouth before he goes out into the living room.

It's a plain, white envelope with Kurt's address handwritten in the middle and what Kurt assumes is the address to the house in the corner. Kurt puts his finger under the edge of the flap and rips it open, pulling out the single sheet of paper inside.

Lima, 5 years too late

Hi

So, I did a bit of stalking to get your address, I admit it. And I got your cellphone number in the process, so I could have called, but you told me I could've written a letter back then, and you were right. I could have. I should have.

"I'm sorry" feels like a stupid thing to say now, but you're not here to roll your eyes at me, so: I'm sorry. Not that it's only my fault, but whatever. I'm still sorry for how things ended. You deserve better. We deserve better.

I looked you up on facebook two years ago. I still haven't gotten my own, but your profile is not completely locked down so I could do some stalking. I was going to contact you, but you were in a relationship, so I didn't. Obviously.

I'm not writing to get you back, I just want you back in my life. We had something, and you're engaged, so obviously we're not getting it back, but something. Anything. A Christmas card?

I don't want to live the rest of my life not talking to you at all.

New phone number: 614 825 4291

I've missed you. Please keep in touch.

Sebastian

"So...?" Blaine says, coming out and sitting down on the edge of the coffee table, opposite of Kurt.

Kurt looks up at him and folds the paper again to put it back into the envelope. "So, what?" he asks.

"What did it say? What does he want?"

"A Christmas card." Blaine stares at him, and Kurt shrugs. "He wants some sort of contact, at the very least a Christmas card."

"Okay...? And you're gonna send him one?"

"I'll probably call him, actually," Kurt says, going for honest. "I know I'm gonna hate myself if I don't."

Blaine doesn't look too thrilled about it, which Kurt can understand, but he doesn't object.

"Okay. Uhm. Dinner's ready."

"Oh, great, I'm starving," Kurt says and stands up. He kisses Blaine and grabs his hand, dragging him into the kitchen.

He knows this can't be easy for Blaine. Kurt has told him about Sebastian, couldn't not, because no matter what, it was a big thing in his life. He never expected Sebastian to come back, and he knows that if their roles were reversed, he'd be pretty pissed at Blaine right now.

"Hey," he says later when they're getting into bed. Kurt is on his side, facing Blaine who's on his back. "I love you."

Blaine turns his head and smiles at him, a genuine smile for the first time all evening. "Hey," he says. "I love you, too."

"I know. I'm sorry about this. I know it must be weird for you, but I don't want to end up bitter in twenty years because I just let this go, you know?"

Blaine's smile dims a little, but he nods. "Yeah. It's okay, really."

"Good." Kurt leans forward and kisses him, smiles against Blaine's lips when Blaine grabs his head and holds him closer to deepen the kiss. "I've missed you," Kurt murmurs, shifting on the bed until his body is half on top of Blaine's and their legs are tangles. "This week's been hell."

"Mm, I know, I've missed you, too," Blaine says, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, sliding his hands down to grab Kurt's ass. "A lot."

"Well, Mr. soon-to-be Hummel-Anderson, how about we try to make up for it?"

"I think that sounds like a splendid idea, Mr. soon-to-be Hummel-Anderson."

x

It takes Kurt nearly two weeks to work up the guts to send Sebastian a text. He's not afraid, he just...needs to figure out how he should talk to Sebastian, what kind of tone he should use, what he should say.

He's not proud of what he ends up with, but it's something, at least.

Kurt: So, how's the renovation going? /Kurt

He signs it even though he's pretty sure Sebastian already has his number saved, but he doesn't want to come across as that presumptuous, because it'll be embarrassing if Sebastian doesn't know who he is.

The reply comes within minutes.

Sebastian: Hey! So you got my letter after all. Renovation's going fine. How's NY treating you?

Kurt: I'm fine
Kurt: You should tell me next time you're here, so we can meet up.

Sebastian: I have a couple of business meetings next week actually
Sebastian: Too soon?

Kurt: No, it's fine. Lunch maybe?

Sebastian: Absolutely :)

Kurt: Let me know when you're in town

x

"So," Kurt says over dinner a few days later. "I'm having lunch with Sebastian tomorrow."

Blaine freezes for a second, but then resumes his eating. "Okay," he says, not looking Kurt in the eye. "Thanks for telling me."

Kurt stifles a sigh. He doesn't want to have to tell Blaine, but he knows it'll be worse if he finds out afterwards. "Of course," he says, instead.

x

"Should we start looking at dates?" Blaine asks, later, when they're in bed, his head pillowed on Kurt's chest, his fingers playing with Kurt's ring.

"Mm," Kurt agrees, his free hand tangled up in Blaine's curls. "Not winter."

"Okay. What about-"

"Blaine, honey?" Kurt cuts him off and yawns, unable to cover his mouth. "Can we talk about this when I'm not falling asleep?"

Blaine untangles their fingers and scoots to the side, pulling his head away from Kurt's grip, but still staying closer than what Kurt is really comfortable with. He's told Blaine countless times, but he's a chronic cuddler, and-well. They end up curled together more often than not.

"Yeah, sure," Blaine says, a little too late. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Kurt replies and kisses his forehead. They do need to talk about the wedding, start to plan it, but-Kurt just has to deal with Sebastian first. Then he'll deal with the wedding.

x

Outfit-wise, Kurt feels a lot better when he walks from the Vogue headquarters than he did when he stepped out of the car in Sebastian's driveway. Dress pants, button-up shirt, a scarf, nicer shoes. He's mentally prepared, too, which will hopefully make this meeting better than the last.

He's the first to arrive to the diner where they'd said they'd meet, and he's not sure if that makes him grateful or more nervous. Sebastian arrives just minutes after, though, and he looks-good. He's wearing more clothes now, which-admittedly-isn't hard, but they also fit him really well. He's dressed more casual than Kurt, chinos and an open short-sleeved button-up over a t-shirt, and big, ridiculous sunglasses. He smiles when he spots Kurt and takes the glasses off when he's close enough to be heard.

"Hi," he says, and there's an awkward moment where neither of them knows how to greet the other. Eventually, Kurt breaks the tension by squaring his shoulders and smiling back.

"Hi. Should we go inside? I don't-I have to get back in-"

"Yeah, of course." Sebastian gets the door, holds it open, then leads them to a table.

"So. Uhm," he says, when they're seated and have gotten their menus. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Busy, but...good."

"And how's..." Sebastian trails off, nods at Kurt's hand.

"Blaine? He's also good."

"That's good."

The waitress comes, and they place their orders.

"What about you? How are you?" Kurt asks after she's left.

"I'm good, too. And busy, too."

"Yeah, I've heard being a homeowner isn't exactly a cakewalk," Kurt smiles. "I'm happy for you, though. That you get to do it."

"Thanks. It's a lot harder than I thought, but it still feels worth it, you know? It feels good to do something, even if I don't know shit about renovating a house, oh my god." Sebastian slumps in his chair and Kurt laughs.

"Like what? You didn't know there's more than one kind of screwdriver?" he teases. Sebastian glares at him.

"Shut up," he mutters, but it's without heat. "I'm learning, at least. And the guys at the hardware store are kind enough to not laugh straight into my face."

"I admire their self-control," Kurt says, solemnly. Sebastian kicks him under the table. Their eyes meet and they smile, before Kurt breaks the contact and clears his throat.

"So, uh, what do you do? When you're not renovating?"

"I'm trying to make it as a graphic designer," Sebastian says, with a self-deprecating laugh. "It's really hard, though, so…yeah. Trying."

"It's better than not trying," Kurt points out.

"Yeah, I guess," Sebastian says with a shrug. "So what do you do? I know I did some stalking, but it didn't really tell me much."

Their food arrives, and Kurt picks at his salad. "I haven't really decided? I mean, I'm working at Vogue, and they're paying me, but I'm still auditioning for plays. And I'm thinking about taking up a night class in fashion."

"Sounds like you're busy, then."

"Yeah." Kurt shifts, and tries to keep himself from preening. He hasn't even told Blaine about this, but telling Sebastian feels safe. He's distant enough that it he won't feel bad about it, but he's still close enough that it'll finally feel real if he tells him. "I actually got an offer about a paid six-month internship at the Vogue headquarters in Paris," he says.

"Wow, that's awesome!" Sebastian says, looking thoroughly impressed. "When are you leaving?"

Kurt's proud smile dims a bit. "I'm not, probably."

"What, why?" Sebastian frowns.

Kurt waves his hand, flashing his ring. "Don't know how it'd work out. Blaine doesn't know, and he's starting his Master's in a couple of weeks, and..." Kurt trails off, shrugging. "It's just bad timing."

"You haven't even told him about it? But this is huge, it's a really great opportunity for you, for your career, why-"

"I know," Kurt says, cutting him off. "I know. But we wouldn't survive six months apart." He keeps his voice firm, daring Sebastian to question this. Kurt wants to believe their love is strong enough, but his experiences with long distance relationships aren't the best, and he's certain that Blaine wouldn't be able to stand it.

"When's the wedding?" Sebastian asks, not pushing it any further.

"I don't know. I mean, we haven't decided. Yet." They've eliminated winter and summer, but they haven't gotten any further than that. Kurt is leaning towards fall, but Blaine wants a spring wedding, and he wants it this upcoming spring. Kurt wants more time. It would be possible, they've been saving up enough, but less than a year of planning, actual plans and not just left-handed talk about themes and possibilities, makes Kurt nervous. Blaine keeps insisting that it doesn't need to be perfect, that it's enough that they're getting married, and, well, Kurt doesn't really know how to argue against that, no matter how much he wants to.

"Oh," Sebastian says. "How long have you been engaged?"

"A while. Six months, maybe?" Kurt says, focusing on his food so he doesn't have to meet Sebastian's gaze. "We just haven't really discussed it." He shoots a quick glance at Sebastian, who looks thoroughly confused.

"Okay? But—Well, I don't know, but you were pretty keen on the whole wedding thing when we were…I mean, you had all those magazines and plans and-Sorry, I shouldn't assume, but…"

Kurt shrugs. "You're not wrong. It's just—I don't know. It's a different thing when it's your own wedding, you know? Everything has to fit together, but it also has to fit us."

Sebastian nods, but he doesn't look convinced. "Okay. Sure."

"So, I'm getting married," Kurt says, and he almost feels like he's convincing himself of the fact. "What about you?"

"Am I getting married?"

Kurt rolls his eyes. "No. Or, I mean, you could, if you want, but—I just—I meant are you seeing anyone?" He focuses on Sebastian's lips, doesn't want to look him in the eye because he doesn't want Sebastian to look him in the eye when he answers, doesn't want Sebastian to see the impact his answer has on Kurt.

It really shouldn't have any impact at all, and the fact that it does makes Kurt nervous. He'd thought he was over Sebastian, years ago, but he suddenly feels sick at the thought of Sebastian seeing anyone, of him committing to anyone, anyone who isn't Kurt.

This is insane. Kurt looks down at his salad with a glare, as if it's to blame for his feelings. It probably is. The shrimps were probably bad and Kurt is getting food poisoning and that's why he's feeling like this. Fucking shrimps.

"No, I'm not," Sebastian replies, jerking Kurt out of his aggression towards the shrimp. "I just got back a few months ago and…I knew I was coming back. So I didn't really—Long distance hasn't really, uhm, worked out, so I didn't want to try again."

"Oh." Kurt feels equal parts victorious and guilty about that, which makes him feel even sicker.

"I mean, I've—I've slept around," Sebastian says, then winces when he realizes how it sounds. "That sounded—No, I'm not seeing anyone. I haven't been holding back, but I haven't really been actively looking for a commitment, either, is what I'm trying to say."

"Okay. Well. That's good," Kurt says, trying to sound cool and casual about it. One part of his brain is glad, because this means Kurt still has a shot, and—that is a really horrible thought. Kurt feels so guilty that he blushes, and determinately ignores Sebastian's curious stare. He can't help but wonder, though. What if Sebastian has waited for him? What if he's had Kurt on his mind, and that's why he hasn't been able to commit to anyone else? It's a really selfish thought, and it doesn't matter, because Kurt's engaged, but he can't exactly help it. The thoughts keep on coming, whether he wants them to or not. Sure, Sebastian did say in the letter that he didn't want Kurt back, or whatever, but he wrote a letter to say it. No one writes letters these days, not really. Except Sebastian, apparently.

How does he manage to do this? How does he manage to screw Kurt up so completely in just a matter of minutes? Everything Sebastian says or does affects Kurt a little more than anything anyone else does. Sure, a lot of those things were because they were Kurt's firsts, but they also meant something. They came from Sebastian, and somehow that made them more in a way Kurt has no idea how to explain. He certainly doesn't know why Blaine doesn't have the same effect on him. They've had a lot of firsts, too, but it hasn't felt groundbreaking or earth shattering in the same ways things had felt with Sebastian.

Even this, reconnecting, is a first, and Sebastian takes that from Kurt, too. And Kurt is letting him, because how can he not? He thinks about walking away after they're done here, and not look back, thinks about not talking to Sebastian ever again, and it makes him dizzy. Kurt can't imagine a life without Sebastian in it in some capacity, not now when he as the chance to have him in some capacity, and okay, it's really time for a change of subject. "So what are your plans for the house? You're fixing it up now, but are you going to live there?" Kurt says, unnaturally bright, and Sebastian raises an eyebrow at his tone, but doesn't comment on it.

"Yeah, for awhile, at least," he says. "If I freelance I might as well live there as anywhere else, but I'm not sure anywhere else has the same great view."

"It's a pretty great view," Kurt agrees. The room that had been functioning as study when Kurt was there had had a big window over the desk, overlooking the courtyard and the lake. If anyone had lived there during their summer, they would've had a perfect view of Kurt and Sebastian's…activities under the tree. "Are you fixing up the inside, too? Or are you fine with sleeping with the dinosaurs?"

Sebastian kicks him again, gentler this time, and smiles as he says, "Dinosaurs are cool," with the same amount of defensiveness as five years ago. "But yeah, I'm redecorating. Trying to, at least," he adds with a grimace. "I'm trying to decide on a theme for the kitchen, do you know how many different kinds of cupboards there are?" A beat, then, "Wait, of course you do."

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended," Kurt says, even though he feels flattered. Mostly, he's just glad they've moved on to a safer subject. The banter between them still flows when they're on safer topics, and it's kind of both a blessing and a curse. It would've been easier to write this off as a summer fling and mark Sebastian down as an acquaintance if everything between them had been awkward, but now he can't do that. They still work together.

Sebastian just shrugs and gives him a smirk. "I'll let you decide that. I think I'm gonna try to focus on getting the outside done first, though, before I move on to the inside."

"Prolonging the inevitable, really smart move, Smythe," Kurt deadpans, and Sebastian flips him off, laughing.

"Oh, come on, just because you get worked up over interior magazines doesn't mean we all know what to do with a two-story five-bedroom house."

Kurt bites his lip and hesitates for a second before he says, "I could help, if you want? At least send you a couple of magazines? I mean, I've been in the house, so… Only if you want to. This is your project, I don't mean to—"

"No, that would be great, actually. Usually, my mother would be all over it, but she's still in France, so. It's just me and Dad, and he's not really the one to talk to about this. He'll go with me and buy everything and help me build it, but choosing colors and countertops? Not his thing. I showed him the IKEA catalogue and he thought the red kitchen, the one with the sleek cupboards, you know?" Kurt nods, and grimaces, because he knows. Sebastian gives him a knowing smile. "Yeah. He thought I should go with that. In his dad's old house."

"I'll send you a couple of magazines," Kurt says reassuringly. "I'll even put post-its on the things I think would fit." He takes a sip of his water. "But finish the outside, you said? Have you thought about the garden?"

"…not really. I mean. I think I want a greenhouse? There's space for it, and I think my grandfather talked about it, but he never got around to actually building one. But it would be nice to have. Other than that I don't really know."

"My mom had lemon trees in the greenhouse at our old house," Kurt says. "She would make lemonade, and everyone else thought it was too sour, but she and I thought it was perfect. Dad was pretty bitter about that."

"I can imagine. I think you made a pitcher at one of the barbecues, actually? It was good from what I can remember."

"You're just saying that," Kurt says, but he can't help but feel a thrill that Sebastian even remembers.

"Maybe," Sebastian agrees. "I guess you'll just have to make another pitcher so I can refresh my memory."

"I guess I will," Kurt says, and just like that, they've suddenly implied that they will meet again. Kurt sending over a bunch of magazines is one thing, but this? Another level completely.

The waitress comes over and takes their plates, and Kurt is about to object until he realizes they're empty, that they've finished their food, and Kurt hasn't even noticed. He pulls up his phone and sees that he has ten minutes to make it back to his office, and he panics for just a second at the thought of this meeting coming to such an abrupt end.

"I have to go," he says, and he doesn't even try to hide his disappointment. "I need to get back to work."

Sebastian takes a look at his own phone and seems just as surprised at how quickly the time has passed. "Oh. Well. Okay."

"How long are you staying?" Kurt blurts out, before he can stop himself.

"Another week, two maybe. Why?"

"Can we meet up again? For drinks, or something? Just-it would be nice to talk without a time limit," Kurt says, almost tripping over the words in his haste to get them out.

Sebastian lights up in a bright smile. "Yeah, that would be great. I have a few late meetings planned, but let me know when you're available, okay?" They put their money on the table and stand up to walk towards the door.

"Probably Friday or Saturday," Kurt says, knowing that he should check with Blaine first, but he doesn't care. He's spending the rest of his life with Blaine, Sebastian is only in town for another week or two. Something about that thought nags at Kurt, but he shoves it aside as much as he can. Later, he'll deal with it later.

"Okay," Sebastian says, shouldering the door open and putting on his sunglasses again. "I'll keep my schedule clear."