A/N: Okay, this was in response to a prompt I can't find at the moment, but basically it was 'Kurt and Sebastian attending a college fair (trying to pick out a college)'. So, I hope you like it. Warnings for language.
Kurt picks up a thick, glossy covered brochure and frowns. Five insanely enthusiastic teenagers stare up at him from the cover. It's uncanny how their eyes follow him as he moves the brochure back and forth in front of his face.
He shudders.
The bubbly quintet is posed strategically in front of an aging red-brick building with the name Dartmouth emblazoned above them. Their arms are linked around each other's shoulders as they lean forward to smile into the camera lens. On the cover of the brochure, it's a perfect fall day; the sky is blue with a few token clouds hovering half in and half out of the shot. The diverse group of students is wearing coordinating cable knit sweaters – similar patterns but different complimentary colors. It's all so stereotypical 'New England chic' that it makes Kurt want to hurl.
"Seb, how many of these kids do you think are gay?" Kurt asks, thrusting the brochure into Sebastian's hands. Sebastian looks at the cover and raises an eyebrow.
"The girl on the far left definitely," he says, "annnnnd the guy in the middle." Sebastian scoffs. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I've seen him in an issue of Flesh and Hot."
Kurt looks back at the brochure and squints.
"That issue you keep under the head of your bed?"
"Yup," Sebastian says, popping the 'p'.
"Oh," Kurt answers. "I thought he looked familiar." Kurt stares down at the image and frowns. "Kind of hard to tell without your signature cum stain all over his face."
A few unfortunate bystanders who heard Kurt's comment hiss in shock, but Sebastian chuckles, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him reluctantly along.
"I don't understand why you dragged me here anyway," Kurt whines, dropping the brochure back down on the host table with a 'thunk'. "I know exactly where I'm going to college."
"Kurt," Sebastian says in that tone he reserves for when he feels his boyfriend is being narrow-minded and stupid – the tone of voice where Kurt can actually hear Sebastian's eyes roll in their sockets, "you can't pin all your hopes on one college. You need to have backups."
"At least I have a college in mind," Kurt grumbles, glaring down at his feet as Sebastian stops in front of another table.
"Ugh! Let's not do this again," Sebastian groans, grabbing a brochure and stuffing it into the absolutely massive plastic bag he was handed at the front door when they arrived. Kurt refused his, claiming that it clashed with his outfit. "You want me to find a college? Fine. I'm here, aren't I? This is where you go to find a college." Sebastian walks to the next table, blindly grabs a brochure, and shoves it into his bag.
"Uh, Sebastian?" Kurt tugs at Sebastian's arm as his boyfriend storms off from the confused group of student representatives watching them.
"What?" Sebastian snaps.
"Nothing," Kurt says, stifling a grin, "it's just that I'm pretty sure that brochure you took was for an all-women's college."
Sebastian stops and opens his bag, pulling out the last brochure he tossed in.
"Columbia College in South Carolina," he mutters, reading the caption on the cover, "all-women's liberal arts…what the fuck?" Sebastian looks back at the table where three tittering young women smile bashfully and wave. "Dalton's an all-boy's school. Why would they invite…of forget it." Sebastian tosses the brochure back into his bag with a shrug and keeps going, completing his first circuit down the rows of tables and booths.
The next five minutes of silence don't go unnoticed by Sebastian, who turns to make sure that Kurt is still following behind him, which he is, eyes downcast, scuffing the gymnasium floor with the thick soles of his white Doc Martens.
"You know, I'm right about you applying for second choice schools," Sebastian says, "whether you want to listen to me or not."
"So, you don't think I'm good enough to get into NYADA?" Kurt pops his head up and glares at Sebastian.
"Don't be dramatic, babe." Sebastian takes a pamphlet from a severe looking man with thinning hair and wire-rimmed glasses. The man starts his spiel when he sees them approach, but Sebastian walks on past him, leaving Kurt to offer the disgruntled man a small smile and a mouthed sorry. "You never know what could happen," Sebastian continues. "What if they decide they have all the uptight boy sopranos they need?"
"You just lost your blowjob for this afternoon," Kurt mutters angrily, brushing by Sebastian and taking the lead.
"As if," Sebastian counters, shrugging off Kurt's sour attitude. "Why don't you apply for NYU? Isn't that the trendy school to go to in New York nowadays? Didn't Lady Gaga go there? You know how much you love Gaga."
Kurt bounces the idea around in his head, not particularly thrilled with the fact that he's letting himself be persuaded.
"Yeah, well, she dropped out, and that's not the point," Kurt says, his resolve resurging.
"Then, what is the point?" Sebastian huffs, readjusting the weight of his bag, which is straining in the center to hold the wealth of brochures, pamphlets, and odd giveaway pens he has gathered. "Because you're getting irritable really early this month."
Kurt stands to his full height and crosses his arms over his chest.
"First of all, I would like to say I am offended on behalf of all my female friends at your blatantly sexist remark," Kurt says. "And second of all, the point is that you don't want to tell me where you're going to school because…"
Sebastian narrows his eyes at Kurt as Kurt chokes around the rest of his sentence.
"Because…" Sebastian repeats, drawing the word out, waiting for Kurt to finish.
"Because…you're going to break up with me, aren't you?"
Sebastian's shoulders slump. He rolls his head on his neck with a groan and pulls Kurt aside, not eager to have this discussion in full view of the entire gymnasium.
"That's why we're here, isn't it?" Kurt mutters on as Sebastian pulls him to a more private corner. "That's why you're getting brochures for basically every school under the sun that isn't in New York, right?"
"Kurt…" Sebastian says evenly, but Kurt rambles some more.
"You're not even willing to try a long distance relationship, are you? "
"Kurt…" Sebastian tries again, setting his heavy bag down at his feet, knowing this is going to take a while.
"Of course," Kurt says, throwing his arms up, "I mean, what else should I expect from the boy who didn't want to be burdened with a boyfriend to begin with? I knew this was going to happen…"
"Kurt!" Sebastian roars through his teeth, silencing Kurt effectively. Kurt stops talking and turns away, avoiding his boyfriend's condescending eyes. "We're here because my parents want me to prove that I'm serious about picking a college, and you're here with me because they wouldn't believe that I actually came here if I went alone. Apparently, they think that you're the responsible one…"
"I can't imagine why," Kurt mutters under his breath.
"But the truth is…" Sebastian takes a deep breath in and lets it go, "I've already picked a college out. I…I just haven't told them about it yet."
Kurt perks up a bit and turns back to face Sebastian.
"Wh-what? Why not?"
"Because, my dad's a Harvard legacy, so he wants me to go there. Meanwhile, my mom got her degree at Yale, and she really would like me to go there. It's kind of hard to tell them that I'm not interested in either school."
"B-but…why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you can't keep a secret to save your life," Sebastian explains. "You and my mom are thick as thieves. You guys would go out shopping for shoes and you'd spill the whole thing."
Kurt decides to forego being offended this once at Sebastian's accusation that Kurt can't keep a secret…especially an important one like this seems to be.
"So…where are you going?" Kurt asks.
Sebastian looks down at his shoes and chews his lip. He stalls for a moment, running a hand through his hair in frustration, obviously uncomfortable with the subject at hand. Kurt doesn't want to back him into a corner. The good boyfriend in him wants to backpedal and tell Sebastian that it doesn't matter. It's Sebastian's life, Sebastian's choice.
But Kurt really wants to know.
He wants to know how much longer he's going to have a boyfriend.
Sebastian sighs, his eyes flicking up to the expectant expression on Kurt's face as he waits, hoping to be let in on the secret.
"I'm going to NYU," Sebastian says.
It takes a second before Kurt puts two and two together, but when he does, he claps his hands and throws himself into Sebastian's arms.
"Now don't get any starry eyed, romantic ideas," Sebastian says, planting a kiss carefully into Kurt's meticulously styled hair. "I'm not going there because of you. I'm going there because it's an excellent school. It just so happens to be close to where you're going."
"OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod," Kurt murmurs excitedly without taking a single breath. He bounces on the balls of his feet and Sebastian laughs, trying to rein him in. Kurt stops bouncing all of a sudden and looks up at Sebastian with wide, worried eyes. "But, Bas, what happens if we break up?"
"Well…" Sebastian puts a finger beneath Kurt's chin and fixes him with a sincere look, "then I'll still be going to an excellent school." Sebastian kisses Kurt on the forehead and smiles. "But you'll have to leave town."
Kurt gasps, swatting at Sebastian's hand, chasing him when a laughing Sebastian recoils.
"Seriously," Sebastian says, reclaiming his bulging bag and taking Kurt's arm, "having a moody ex hanging around would really put a damper on my social life, and I hear college boys in New York are fine as shit."
"Yeah?" Kurt grouses, trying to wrench his arm out of Sebastian's grasp. "How did you hear that?"
"Well, you're going to be there, right?" Sebastian pulls Kurt along and this time Kurt goes willingly.
"Right," Kurt admits, turning his head to hide the blush on his cheeks.
"And I'm going to be there," Sebastian says with a smug grin. "How much fucking hotter can you get than that?"