A/N: This is a one-shot I wrote for the prompt 'raindrop'. Kurt and Sebastian in New York on a rainy day, watching the movie The Notebook. Romance, future-fic, AU, with a touch of angst. Warning for mention of Past!Klaine. 1,104 words.
Sebastian wrapped his arms around Kurt and held him tight. Kurt cuddled close beneath the blanket he laid over them and sniffled quietly, trying his hardest not to give himself away, but Sebastian knew. He knew all about Kurt's often irrational love for the movie The Notebook. He also knew all the scenes that turned Kurt from a sighing romantic into a blubbering mess. Even though Kurt refused to admit that he was biting his lip, desperately struggling to keep tears at bay, Sebastian subtly pressed a tissue into Kurt's trembling hand. Kurt took it, and quickly dabbed his eyes.
Kurt had chosen the movie specifically to compliment the weather. Clouds crowded the sky outside their picture window. It rained on and off all afternoon. But Kurt seemed to be more overwhelmed by emotion than usual. Soft sighs followed every expression of love, a fresh stream of tears flowed after every swell of music. Kurt became unnaturally quiet, trying so hard to hide his feelings.
Kurt couldn't fool Sebastian. The only time Kurt became strangely sad and moody this way was when he thought about Blaine. It didn't happen often, and when it did, Sebastian didn't hold it against him. Sebastian ran his fingertips over Kurt's shoulder, watching them tremble slightly as Kurt swallowed back sobs. He weighed his options, trying to think of what might bring Kurt out of his funk. Sebastian discovered early on that a blow job didn't work well in this situation, so that option was off the table…at least, for now. That also ruled out sex in general.
The make it or break it moment came; the scene no man in all known history could never hope to live up to, and Sebastian realized that for all of his vast knowledge of Kurt's relationship with his dreaded ex, there was one thing he never asked.
"So, did you and Captain Crooner ever do the kissing in the rain thing?"
Kurt laughed a little bitterly.
"No," he said tersely. "We never got around to it."
Sebastian cast a glance at the gloomy New York weather. Dark, heavy clouds still loomed overhead. They had been hovering over the apartment all day. It hadn't rained in the last half hour. Sebastian figured they were due. He stood, almost rolling Kurt off the sofa. Kurt snorted in surprise, catching himself before he fell to the floor.
"Here," Sebastian said, tossing Kurt his jacket, "put this on. We're going out."
"Wh-what?" Kurt stammered, looking at his jacket lying across his legs. He blew his nose loudly into the crumpled tissue. "But…but it's all gray and gross outside."
"Yeah, well, it's not really a bucket of fun in here, either," Sebastian retorted, shrugging on his own black jacket. Kurt barely had one arm in his sleeve before Sebastian pulled him up off the sofa and helped him put it on the rest of the way. Sebastian buttoned up the front quickly, then tied a red tartan scarf loosely around Kurt's neck. He barely gave Kurt time to grab his keys and his cell phone. He grabbed his boyfriend's hand and raced out of the apartment, pulling Kurt along behind him like a tired, old dog.
They bolted down the sidewalk, heading for the heart of the city.
"Aren't we taking the subway?" Kurt asked, staring at the subway entrance they were rapidly leaving behind.
"Nope," Sebastian answered bluntly, keeping his eyes trained on the dark clouds overhead. If they didn't make it to Central Park, maybe he could find some other obliging, remotely picturesque spot.
To Sebastian's despair, the closer they got to Central Park, the more the clouds seemed to dissipate, revealing patches of blue sky. God rays poked through, sweeping away the gloom. Sebastian dragged Kurt all over Central Park, trying to suss out the romantic, kiss-worthy, memorable spots. They walked across the Sheep Meadow, through the Lilac Walk, along the Literary Walk and past the Olmsted Flower Bed. Kurt panted behind Sebastian as he fought to keep pace with his slightly taller boyfriend.
Sebastian kept his eyes on the sky, hopeful for even a momentary downpour, but the further into the park they ventured, the more it seemed unlikely that they would see any rain.
Sebastian was so focused on his goal that he almost forgot completely about poor Kurt stumbling along behind him.
"Sebastian, can we slow down?" Kurt gasped.
Sebastian stopped on a patch of grass, watching as more and more people came out to enjoy the fresh rays of sunshine after a day of rain. He looked around, shoulders slumping in defeat. He caught sight of a solitary hot dog cart, and his stomach grumbled.
"Do you want a knish?" Sebastian asked, his voice flat with disappointment.
Kurt grimaced, not a big fan of sidewalk cuisine, but nodded. He hoped that by agreeing he might lighten Sebastian's inexplicably sullen mood.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Kurt asked, following Sebastian to the hot dog cart. Sebastian handed Kurt his potato pastry wrapped in grease soaked wax paper. Kurt unwrapped the hot knish carefully, waiting for an explanation.
"I just wanted to try something," Sebastian said gruffly, taking his change from the man at the cart.
Kurt smiled down at his snack, putting off taking a bite for as long as possible.
"Trying your hand at being a hopeless romantic, Smythe?" Kurt teased, finally picking off a piece of the steaming hot pastry and popping it in his mouth.
Sebastian smirked, not looking into Kurt's mocking face.
"So, what if I was." Sebastian shrugged.
"I think that's incredibly sweet," Kurt said, putting a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.
Sebastian turned quickly, capturing Kurt's lips, pulling him close with an arm wrapped around his waist. Kurt yelped happily in surprised, losing himself in kissing his gorgeous boyfriend in Central Park on such a beautiful, sunny afternoon.
"God, I wanted to do that all day," Sebastian sighed. "But you were so fucking mopey…"
Kurt pushed Sebastian playfully, but Sebastian held him tighter, kissing Kurt again until all thoughts of sappy love stories and annoying ex-boyfriends evaporated into the ether.
"I know what we can do," Sebastian murmured against Kurt's lips. "We can go back to the apartment and make-out in the shower."
"Hmm, that's not exactly kissing in the rain, is it?" Kurt asked coyly.
Sebastian bit Kurt's lip in retaliation.
"It's kissing and getting wet," Sebastian argued. "Besides, a shower's kind of like rain. I think we've got our bases covered."
"My boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen," Kurt laughed. "The hopeless romantic."