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Day 5
Sebastian knocked on Kurt's door at nine a.m. sharp with art supplies, coffee, and cookies in tow. The door swung open to reveal a beaming Kurt.
"Hi! Come on in!"
Sebastian walked in to find the space of Kurt's living room totally transformed. Most of his furniture was pushed to the sides of the room to make space for the passive cover in the middle. On top of it were multiple canvases, paper, paint, brushes, and an abundance of other supplies. It was all for the activity they'd planned for the day: art therapy. Or more specifically, art therapy about their relationship histories.
"I brought coffee," Sebastian told him, offering Kurt the cup of his usual. "And some snacks for while we're painting."
"Are these from Birch Coffee?"
"Yeah, I know they're your favorite."
Kurt accepted the coffee graciously and inhaled its warm, sweet aroma. "You're the best."
"I know," Sebastian responded with a wink, sipping his own coffee.
The other boy rolled his eyes, placing his coffee on a table at the side of the room. Sebastian followed suit, placing the package of cookies there, too.
"So, I thought we could start right off. Straight to the point."
"Okay, what's first?"
Kurt picked up two medium-sized canvases, handing one to Sebastian. "We're making numbered lists with every person we've ever been on a date with."
Oh, God. Sebastian thought. He'd been on lots of dates. Lots. Most of them were just one time things, but still. Lots.
"Okay, let's do this."
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Kurt had been finished with his list for about fifteen minutes, casually sitting to the side sipping his coffee and nibbling on ginger cookies. Sebastian was still working on his list, struggling to remember the name of every person. It made Kurt wonder how many dates he'd been on, as Sebastian refused to let him see the canvas until he was done. In the mean time, Kurt had figured out how serious he'd been with each of the people he'd been on dates with.
He'd dated twelve people. He had kissed eleven guys and one girl, that girl being Brittany in sophomore year of high school. He had two serious long-term relationships and three somewhat serious ones. He'd been in love twice, and he had been on more dates this last year than the rest of his life combined.
"Done!" Sebastian declared at last. He turned his canvas around so that Kurt could see it.
The boy's blue eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Sixty-five!"
Sebastian nodded with a smirk. It felt kind of nice to share this with Kurt. No hiding. It was liberating. He shrugged. "It's not like most of them meant much. A lot I dated them once and lost interest."
"So if you counted ones that lasted longer than one date…?"
"It would probably be less than half of the list," Sebastian replied.
Kurt nodded thoughtfully before suddenly tossing the bag of cookies to Sebastian. "You should eat some before I eat them all and explode of too many ginger cookies."
"There's no such thing as too many cookies. But hey, at least you know I'll be there with you, exploding from too much cereal."
Kurt rolled his eyes, walking over to sit down next to Sebastian and admire their canvases. They looked quite pretty, with bold text painted over splashes of bright hues. He turned to smile at the boy beside him. "It's nice isn't it?"
"Ginger cookies and cereal?"
"No," Kurt laughed, "Well, yes. But that's not what I was talking about. This. Art therapy. It's like airing our dirty laundry. Except I never thought I would like sharing it with someone."
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The better part of the afternoon was spent painting about past relationships that had been most significant to them, just a short phrase about that particular person. Prominent, dark words contrasted beautifully with the stark white of the canvases. They had painted ten each, and were giving telling each other about their history with each person.
Kurt was explaining, gesturing to his first canvas. It read, 'We were young & stupid & I forgive you' with a little portrait of a dark-haired man with gelled hair above it. "This one is Blaine."
"Of course."
"I'm guessing you already know all about that?" Sebastian nodded, and Kurt smiled knowingly. "Word travels fast at Dalton, even with ex Warblers. Well, since we're doing this, I'll tell you about it anyways. He was my first love. We dated since my junior year of high school up until a few weeks into college. Then I came to New York and we couldn't handle the long distance. So we broke up. We were just friends for awhile, but we have been together and gone on a few dates since then."
"Oh yes, the emailed countdown," Sebastian remarked.
Kurt snorted. "Yes, that. Tell me about yours, now?"
"With pleasure." Sebastian walked across the room to pick up one of his canvases. On it was inscribed, 'We were walking when we saw a limo parked. I paid the driver $100 to drive us over the Brooklyn Bridge.'
"It was our first date and we just saw a limo. I asked the driver if he could drive us across the bridge and he said he would for $100. So I gave it to him and then we were coasting across the Brooklyn Bridge."
"That sounds amazing."
"It was. Sometimes you have to be spontaneous, you know? So I did that. The view was gorgeous and we both loved it."
"So what happened?"
"I was working a lot around the time we were dating and our relationship kind of fell apart. That was the first time I thought I might be in love, but it just didn't work out."
"I'm sorry," Kurt said sincerely. "I can sort of relate to that. A relationship with potential to become…something, that doesn't work out because of the circumstances."
"Yeah?" Sebastian walked back over as Kurt was pointing out another one of his canvases. 'You were too good to me.'
"His name's Adam. We were college sweethearts. He was great. Cute, sweet, funny, charming, British. But that was around the time after Blaine and I had broken up, and I wasn't completely over it. And we both knew it, but we still tried. I could see that he was putting my happiness before his own, and that's when I could tell it just couldn't work out. He was just too good to me. We broke up on good terms, but I haven't talked to him much since."
Kurt sighed. They hadn't been very serious or anything. But there was always that wishful thinking in the back of his mind. What could have been if circumstances were different? Would things be completely different from how they were? He could only imagine.
"It's the worst," Sebastian agreed, "Not knowing what could have been."
He nodded in the direction of another print. 'I'll always remember you as the one that got away.'
"There was something there. I don't know what, but it was something. We met through a mutual friend and it felt like something just clicked. I didn't really realize that until more recently. But like they say, you never know what you have til it's gone. And I took it all for granted. And before I knew it, he was gone. We were together for a bit more than half a year. I doubt that sounds like a long time, but it's a long time for me. We broke up about two years ago, and I haven't had a long relationship since then. Until now, I guess."
Kurt nodded along empathetically. It was a feeling that he wished didn't exist for anyone anywhere.
He really liked this new side of Sebastian that was so willing to open up. Obviously, people will change in a span of seven or eight years, but it really was amazing to see how the boy had changed. He couldn't help but compare the arrogant, flirtatious boy he had been in high school to this clean-cut, confident, playful man.
He definitely liked seeing Sebastian out of his Dalton uniform and those striped Rugby shirts; the tight t-shirts and button ups suited his toned body much better. His hair was much the same, maybe a shade or two darker from the dark New York winters, yet styled the same if not slightly less obnoxiously CW-esque. His jaw line was sharper, eyes brighter, smile smirkier, if that was possible. The old fire in his words and eyes still burnt bright, but who would Sebastian be without his trademark smirk and snarky retorts? And yes, there was this willingness to open up and talk. It was great. The two had really learned to connect over the past few months, especially the past week.
In his head, Sebastian had also been comparing and contrasting high school Kurt to now-Kurt. He had definitely kept his extravagant wardrobe, though his outfits now seemed slightly toned down, though just as, if not more, high-end and fashionable (Sebastian would never admit that out loud. He wouldn't give Kurt that satisfaction). Kurt appeared undeniably different physically, though. He'd lost that last bit of baby fat, his face more angular and graceful. His hair looked longer and he styled it more elegantly than he had in years past. There was also the fact that he was a lot less closed off and cold than he used to be toward people he wasn't familiar with. Or maybe that was because Sebastian had been hitting on his boyfriend. Yeah, that was probably it.
He thought about how if they hadn't decided to do this project, he probably wouldn't have considered dating Kurt. After all, they were pretty much rivals in high school. And even when they had reconnected, they'd both kind of been in each other's friend zones. But hey, things can change.
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That night after leaving Kurt's, Sebastian was invited to dinner with Jeff and Nick. Throughout their meal, he noticed how the two seemed to tease each other a lot, yet still had mutual respect. Sebastian decided that that was something he wanted. Maybe he'd have it with Kurt, maybe not. Only time would tell.