A/N: Combining anon prompts 'Insecure!Seb' with 'Sebastian has a secret he's been keeping from Kurt'. Warning for a tiny, sort of sexist comment. Futurefic, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, AU.
"That's it!" Kurt screeches, storming into the penthouse and slamming the door after him. He tosses his costume, his keys, and various other items onto the sofa as he continues to wail, "Done! Fini! Washed up!"
"What in the world are you talking about?" Sebastian calls out as he walks in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a lemon yellow dish towel from a set Kurt purchased because he felt the kitchen needed to feel 'sunnier'.
"I'm retiring from Broadway before my bloom has time to fade." Kurt exhales dramatically, dropping down onto the sofa beside his discarded things. "Well, fade more than it already has." Kurt covers his face with his hands and whimpers softly.
"Kurt…" Sebastian bends over to give his husband's knee a shake, "…can you please tell me what you're talking about? Why are you retiring? What bloom is fading? You're only thirty-five fucking years old."
Kurt gasps.
"Why would you say that?" Kurt groans, his voice muffled by his hands. "Why do you always want to hurt me?"
"I don't want to hurt you," Sebastian says, rolling his eyes and sitting down in the empty space between Kurt and his costume, "but you're not making any sense."
Kurt lets his hands drop to his lap, staring at Sebastian with his mouth agape. Kurt drops his head down and points emphatically to a vague location on the crown of his head.
"Do you see this, Bas?" Kurt says, and this time he sounds near to tears. "Do you see what I'm pointing to?"
Sebastian peers at the top of Kurt's head, shrugging even though Kurt can't see.
"I…I see your hair?" Sebastian asks because he's not too sure what the correct answer is.
"Look closer," Kurt says, his voice clipped. "What…do…you…see?"
Sebastian shakes his head.
"Babe, can you tell me what I'm looking for because I don't see shit but you're hair."
Kurt sighs, long and drawn out, mildly aggravated as if Sebastian is missing something blatantly and obviously staring him in the face.
"It's a silver hair," Kurt says, looking back up at Sebastian with tears in his eyes. "A silver hair!"
Sebastian tilts Kurt's head toward the light and looks again, combing through Kurt's hair with the tips of his fingers.
"Kurt," Sebastian says, pushing Kurt upright, "I'm sorry that you're so upset, but I don't see anything."
"Well, it's there." Kurt leans his back against the sofa and stares up at the ceiling. "Emilia, my hair stylist, found it when she was putting on my wig for this evening's performance."
"So, let me get this straight," Sebastian says holding back a laugh, "you're going to scrap your dreams, everything you've worked hard for, and a three year extension on your contract, over one silver hair?"
Kurt frowns at the condescension in Sebastian's voice.
"You don't get it, do you?" Kurt cries. "This is the beginning of the end! Today it's one silver hair, tomorrow it's three, and before you know it, people are calling me distinguished and saying that I'm 'aging gracefully'…" He raises his hands to make air quotes for emphasis.
"But, you are going to age gracefully," Sebastian reassures Kurt, patting his knee. "In fact, you're going to be one of those hot old folks. You're going to be a G-PILF."
Kurt rolls his head to look at Sebastian's smirking face.
"G-PILF?" Kurt asks with disgust already lacing his voice since he knows it's probably something distasteful.
"Grandpa I'd love to fuck," Sebastian explains with a wink.
Kurt wants to laugh but he can't, so he starts crying instead.
"Babe…" Sebastian slides closer and puts his arms around Kurt's trembling body, "…calm down. This isn't the end of the world."
"You can say that," Kurt mutters. "You don't have a single silver hair on your head, and you're, like, a year older than me aren't you?"
Kurt feels Sebastian's body become rigid and starts to cry harder.
"I knew it!" Kurt whines at Sebastian's reaction. "You're disgusted by me!"
"Oh, fuck, Kurt!" Sebastian complains. "I'm not disgusted by you. I…"
Sebastian raises a hip off the couch, reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. Kurt watches Sebastian rifle through the credit cards and pictures, pulling out a single, thin business card. He reluctantly hands the card to Kurt.
Kurt takes the powder blue card and flips it over. An embossed black silhouette of scissors takes up one side of the card and to the right of that the name 'Paolo'. Three sets of phone numbers are embossed below the name.
"I don't understand," Kurt says, wrinkling his nose. "Paolo…is he your therapist?"
"If I was a woman, then yeah, you could consider him my therapist," Sebastian says, plucking the card out of Kurt's hand and tucking it back in his wallet. "Paolo's my…" Kurt leans in close, waiting for Sebastian to continue. Sebastian looks at Kurt's watery eyes and sighs. "He's my colorist, okay!?"
This time Sebastian's the one who hides his face behind his hands.
"Sebastian?" Kurt says softly, comforting his husband with a hand on his shoulder. "How long?"
"Since the first time I came down to the theater to see you rehearse," Sebastian confesses. "I saw a few silver hairs in the mirror that morning, but I didn't care. It wasn't a big deal, but then…"
Sebastian's words drift off and Kurt massages his shoulder for encouragement.
"I saw all those dancers in the show," Sebastian continues, "all those buff, gorgeous, young male dancers, and I realized that they get to be with you more than I do, and some day you'd notice my hair and maybe…"
Sebastian pauses too long, and Kurt realizes he probably won't continue.
"Oh, Sebastian," Kurt says, "I love you, and besides, you're the sexiest thing on two legs. No one can replace you."
Sebastian turns his head to look at Kurt.
"Really?" he asks sheepishly.
"Absolutely." Kurt kisses Sebastian's forehead and gets a wicked idea He knows this probably isn't the best time to tease Sebastian but he can't help himself. "And no matter how many orgies we have back stage, I'll always come home to you, old man."
"Fuck you," Sebastian mutters, pushing Kurt aside and standing up quickly, stomping through the living room and back into the kitchen.
"Wait! Wait!" Kurt calls after him around choked laughter. "Not so fast, Sebastian! You might fall and break a hip!"