Chapter 2- A Plan

Kurt drummed his fingers against the table in front of him. He glanced around the massively exorbitant sushi restaurant in wonder. He hadn't caught the name and, honestly, he didn't want to know. Because if he knew, he would want to come here again and Lord knew how much even a single meal was. Sebastian had vehemently insisted on paying for everything as was the trend of the day. Apparently, Kurt had wildly underestimated how much money Sebastian actually had. There seemed to be a big distance between 'Rich' and 'Smythe'. When Kurt had asked how Sebastian had actually come across his wealth, he had simply put it down to oil, which Kurt believed but found himself doubting several times during the day. Oil was too generic of an excuse to be applicable to the enigmatic, charming character Kurt found himself inexplicably drawn to. A pang of dubiousness got Kurt thinking that it was something dark, but that was probably just too many movies having an influence on his attempts at rational thinking, right?

"So," Sebastian began, clearing his throat as they waited for service. Kurt hid a smirk as he theorised that Sebastian had rarely ever been made to wait for anything in his entire life. "I want to clarify again for you everything involved in our arrangement. It would be careless of me to throw you into this without preparation."

"Sounds kinky," Kurt muttered, smirking. Sebastian fought off a smile. He would not capitulate to his lustful desires. Not with Kurt. Anybody else? Hell yeah. When they looked like Kurt? Definitely. But with this…attraction and spark Sebastian was feeling? No…way. He would not ruin what could potentially be something special by fucking and chucking such an angelic boy.

"I misworded it. I was alluding to my lifestyle. My parents can be troubling, especially with people they do not know. You are definitely charming enough to make them warm to you, but certain times have shown that they are completely unpredictable."

Kurt nodded. "Aren't all parents with their son's fake boyfriend?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Probably. Okay, I'm going to summarise what I'm asking of you one more time and then you can address your concerns, okay?"

"That's fair."

"You, Kurt Hummel, will move into my house and act as my boyfriend around my family and people of interest. You will be free to do as you wish when nobody else is around. That is all. In return, I way pay 100% of your NYADA tuition plus any student loans that you have already extracted. You will be debt free and no longer obligated to work at the diner. If you still wish to, that is your decision entirely."

"Wait, I've just thought of another question."

"Sure."

"How long? I mean, I'm not trying to scam you or anything and accept the deal and move out a day later. Is it a month, a year?"

Sebastian hadn't actually considered this. "Well, there's a chance this might not actually work out. Let us give it a trial run of three weeks. If it is still a solid arrangement, we shall continue on our course for a while longer. If not, you are free to move back into the loft. Though I will insist that you purchase a series of complicated locks for your door, considering it is simple to get inside your living space and do whatever someone would want."

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "I'm still not a fan of you being able to get in and out of my house whenever you wish."

"Get a lock," Sebastian countered.

Kurt let out a small chuckle before remembering something about the loft. "I have roommates."

"Pardon?"

"At the loft. You probably know that already. Adam and Santana, my friends, also live with me. What should I tell them? About why I won't be paying rent for the foreseeable future?"

"The truth," Sebastian said simply, though Kurt thought he saw a flash of jealousy on his face, "I'm not running some high-profile bed and breakfast, Kurt. This is two people helping each other out. They're your friends and you should tell them the truth. As for the rent, you needn't worry. I have the rent paid for the next year. Tell them that they do not have to pay it."

"And if they ask why? I don't think Santana will accept the conclusion that my new potential…somebody had ponied up a year's worth of rent."

"Tell them anything you like. That a generous diner employee thinks you're worth more than this whole city put together and wants to lavish you with gifts. Tell them that you got yourself a sugar daddy if you need to."

"Okay," Kurt laughed. "So when do I move in?"

"Ah. I have some things to sort out prior to your arrival and you need time to sort things out on your end. Let's say Monday?"

Kurt nodded.

"In the meantime, you should spend some time with your friends and quit your diner job. It's very much beneath you, Kurt. Adam is just a friend, right?"

"Subtle," Kurt smirked, "but yes. There was a point in time a while back when Adam and I could have chosen to become something else, but not anymore. We've both made it clear that friendship is all that we have. Is the possible quadrillion-dollar heir jealous of a college student?"

Sebastian shook his head, but Kurt stared him down. "Fine. It is possible that I'm a little jealous. I like to think that we have something here. And for there to be another guy in the mix, it puts a stopper in our potential."

Kurt smiled at the sincerity in Sebastian's voice. How could there be another guy when there was potentially the perfect guy sitting right in front of him? "So tell me about you, Sebastian. What's behind the money and the charm?"

Sebastian blinked heavily before answering. "My personal life is a little complicated. I was going to leave this until the end of the night to explain, but since you've asked…" He sighed deeply. "I'm not just rich, Kurt. I have some paternal connections that might make this a lot harder for you."

Kurt was sincerely confused. "I'm not following."

"If I come right out and say it, you won't believe me."

"I've heard some pretty weird things in my time. One of my best friends in high school was convinced that a cricket who read to her at night was stealing her jewellery. Try me."

Sebastian was completely bemused about the whole cricket thing, but decided to press on without raising a question about it. "Uh…okay? Well, Kurt…my family is part of the mafia."

Kurt let out a raucous giggle, shocking the classy restaurant patrons at nearby tables. "I knew you were funny, Sebastian. Now tell me the real story."

"That is the real story," Sebastian clarified.

Kurt's laughing ceased and he stared at the other boy, mouth shaped into a perfect 'O'. "Of course! How did I not make the connection?"

"Sarcasm is not well received unless I'm producing it."

"No, I'm serious. You live at Smythe Manor. I knew that I knew the name, but I couldn't place it before. You have lovely exterior design."

"Thank you. That was my doing."

"I'm impressed."

"Though I am intrigued as to how it became obvious because of my home."

Kurt frowned. "It isn't that, per say, just an old rumour Santana once told me. She said that there was a…"

Sebastian swallowed heavily and looked at Kurt gravely. "Finish, please."

Kurt's voice became a whisper. "A mass murder at the manor a few years back. She didn't know whether it was true, but heard that it was connected to the newly revived mafia who wanted something."

Sebastian nodded, unable to speak suddenly.

"I can be a blabbermouth sometimes. I start to say something without thinking and then—."

"Kurt, it's fine, honestly. No need to worry. Sometimes it's unnerving having to wonder if you're going to be approached by someone with a gun in your own home, you know." Sebastian was lying, but Kurt didn't have to know that.

He was caught off guard by Kurt's knowledge of that day, the worst day of his life and his childhood. Focusing on the bright lights above him, Sebastian managed to regain his composure and not let anything to slip to Kurt, who was focusing on the menu.

One step at a time, Sebastian thought to himself.

If only it was that simple.