Kurtbastian One-Shots from Tumblr

by LadyDivine91

These one-shots represent my attempt to spread the Kurtbastian love one misguided story at a time. Each individual story will have its own rating and warnings. I have continued this in Kurtbastian One-shots from Tumblr Part 2. Please continue following the stories in that collection. Thank you :) Kurt H. and Sebastian S.

13. Gabapentin

A/N: This is a short, kind of sad little drabble (343 words) that came from an unexpected source - my husband who's at work reading my fanfic while sorting Gabapentin, an anti-seizure medication. Warning for vague mention of illness. Future fic, romance, au, angst.

Sebastian loved to sleep. So many wonderful things happened at bedtime, and they all ended with a nice, refreshing slumber, wrapped up in his husband's arms. He always looked forward to nighttime, but this night in particular seemed sinister, foreboding. Sebastian twisted in bed, unable to sleep, afraid of what might happen to Kurt if he didn't hear him…if he didn't wake up in time. The seizures were a new symptom, one that the doctors hadn't warned them about. They cropped up suddenly over dinner. The first night in weeks they were able to go out some place special, and this stupid illness had to interfere the way it always did. Just when they thought they had it handled; just when they fooled themselves into thinking they were one step ahead. There was no peace. There was no rest. There was no escaping the fear.

Except Kurt didn't look afraid. He slept like a baby, curled up by Sebastian's side, a small smile on his lips. He sighed from time to time, deeply and content. Sebastian smirked at his adorable husband. Kurt slept like this because he knew Sebastian would sit up, stressed and burdened with worry and anxiety, making sure he was okay.

Sebastian Smythe – guardian angel.

Sebastian glanced over at Kurt's bedside table and took inventory of all his medications. The biggest amber bottle facing him was the newest of the bunch. Gabapentin. Sebastian sighed.

"I'm counting on you, you stupid, orange, motherfucker," Sebastian whispered.

Sebastian held Kurt tight against him, knowing there was no way he was getting back to sleep. He watched the numbers on the clock change as the minutes ticked slowly by, and started a mental checklist for the day to come.

Hire a maid. Kurt would hate it, but it had to be done.

Buy a dog. A special dog. The kind that sensed seizures before they happened.

Call Burt. He would need to see his son.

Then, Sebastian would sit down and start planning the vacation of a lifetime.

It might just last a lifetime.