A/N: This is a one-shot I wrote as just a cute little interlude showing Kurt and Sebastian getting rid of some of his old things 80's angst movie style. Inspired by the Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge prompt torch.
Kurt and Sebastian looked down into the metal trash can, filled almost to the brim with remnants of Kurt's old life – pictures, scrap book pages, odd trinkets and mementos, newspaper articles, all fodder of a life he was ready and willing to leave behind.
"This is so cliché," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "I mean, I feel like we're in a bad 80s angst movie."
"The oldies are goodies for a reason, gorgeous." Sebastian eyed Kurt oddly as Kurt looked around nervously.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked. "Nobody's watching."
"It's not that," Kurt replied. "I just expect Molly Ringwald and Judd Nelson to walk out here any moment."
Sebastian grabbed a packet of matches from his back pocket and lit three at a time, handing them carefully over to Kurt who looked at Sebastian like he was insane.
"It'll be liberating," Sebastian promised.
Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Go ahead," Sebastian said seriously. "Torch it."
Kurt shrugged, tossing the flaming matches into the trash can. The fire caught immediately, and a wash of bright orange flame burst and crackled.
Kurt giggled.
"Wow!" he said, watching the photos curl and the paper burn. "That was strangely satisfying."
"See," Sebastian said. "I told you."
The flames burned hot, and acrid grey smoke started to billow out at full force.
"Uhhh, is that supposed to happen?" Kurt asked, covering his mouth and coughing.
"They don't show you that in the movies, do they?" Sebastian grabbed Kurt's shirt and pulled him away from the can.
"Oh, God," Kurt moaned, hacking and spitting into the dirt. "I think I'm going to be sick."
A loud hissing noise startled Kurt. Sputters and spurts of compressed white powder wafted through the passing breeze. The rest of the grey smoke wafted away, and in its wake, Kurt and Sebastian could see three women, neighbors Kurt vaguely recognized as living nearby, but whom he had never really met. The three women panted heavily, coughing as the remains of the smoke aggravated their lungs, bright red canisters in their hands. The fire in the trash can had gone dormant, suffocated by white powder and foam. The two men and the three women regarded each other.
"Uh…thanks," Sebastian said sheepishly.
"No problem," the first lady said, looking from Kurt to Sebastian for an explanation.
"Um…we were just…" Kurt sputtered, gesturing to the trash can, cheeks stained with soot.
"Ex-boyfriend?" the second lady asked.
"Sort of," Kurt answered. "Kind of a whole ex-life."
All three women nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, it's not like it happens in the movies," the last woman said, motioning to the trash can.
"Yup," Sebastian agreed. "It never is."