If You Were

Summary: The - if everything was dramatically different or Kurt/Sebastian met as adult collection of shorts.

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A Passing Ship

AN: Originally this one was supposed to be the bonus time in Just Can't Get Enough but after much thinking about it and the theme of that story(ies) it just didn't fit. (spoilers, there will be 6 times in that story, haha)

The fashionista was back. Rachel frowned as she looked at his impeccable style sitting in a place like this. In some ways the 21 year old was the perfect fit if it was 1930 but the young male in the suit didn't quite fit any more. The faux leather booths had seen better days and yet there he sat, time and time again with male potentials. Rachel hadn't known what he was looking for at first. This was a place frequented by first time dates but it wasn't exactly the setting of a love match by any means. It had posters of movies and plays long gone eras ago and newer ones that were barely hanging on as what was fashionable cycled through.

It was a very specific meet up location for someone in their age range. He always sat looking away from the front door and half toward the stage. Tips required them to sing the song of the patron's choice, so there was often a request from the staff that they weren't tipped. It was an odd set up but perfect for the nearly broke who were reaching out for a place to meet up without spending too much. Or for the cruel who wanted to see them suffer through the worst songs on the planet.

The stylish man spent his money on his clothes and on salads and coffee during those dates.

There was another who always sat half toward the stage and half to the front door, his back toward the stylish one's back. It was he who often tipped the biggest and made them sing the songs no one wanted to hear or have to had sing. He was back time and time again, also meeting up with men. Rachel knew exactly what he was looking for and he fit in perfectly with this current environment, except for the fact that he came from a lot of money. It was easy to read on him, especially as Rachel also came from money.

The stylish one would always cringe but Rachel always managed to pull if off with the sheer grit of her teeth and digging in with her nails. She sort of hated the big tipper in so many ways. Yet as the dates proceeded for him, he looked more down and out. He didn't look up with quite as much excitement or joy. He seemed to be burning out of the short and sweet hook ups. He always left with the dates but the stylish one never did.

He always left once he got them started on a song and the rest of the patrons had to sit and bare it while he escaped after dropping the grenade.

Then one day, he started staying for the entire song and they weren't quite so bad any more. He even clapped after a particularly good rendition of an over played song. He clapped because she had barely managed to make it tolerable instead of just terrible. The stylish one almost turned his head to look but then didn't. He was talking with his date and he knew it would have been rude.

Then the big tipper left with his date. Rachel didn't see him for a couple of days, which was fairly long for him. Then he was back and meeting up with yet another date.

They were probably internet connections or blind dates. Either way, it was obvious neither knew who they were meeting up with when they met up with someone.

Soon the tipper left with another guy and was gone for another couple of days. This new pattern happened for a short while but then he stopped going with them. Sighing and dismissing them almost rudely.

One night, when the stylish one's date left and the stylish one looked at his half eaten salad sadly, she sank into the spot across from him. "What's your name?" Rachel asked, she'd been calling him C for cutie and the other one A for asshat. A was not here presently. He'd left with a particularly attractive man.

The man looked at her somewhat startled and began to frown. "It's none of your business."

"I know but you're here every day and I want to help." She nudged him with a finger on his hand. "Come on, what's your name? Oh shit, one second. I'm taking an intermission!" She called out to the bar and then looked at him again. "Have to do that. Name? Mine's Rachel, you can see it clearly on my name tag."

"Kurt." He finally answered, it had only been fair since everyone got to know her name.

"So Kurt, where are you from?" Rachel pushed and Kurt shifted uncomfortably. "Maine?"

"No." Kurt grumbled and looked around the restaurant, she wished he'd done that earlier. He really needed to get laid and the other one needed to learn how to be celibate for awhile or at least how to have a monogamous relationship. Or have to work for someone to put out for him.

They would be the worst thing on the planet for each other. Which is why they'd be the best thing for each other and she'd see to it that it happened. If for nothing else it would amuse her and break up the routine of their days.

"I'm from Ohio." Rachel said for his benefit. "I went to a private school that catered to the arts. My dads knew since I was 5 that I was destined for the stage. I think it's in my blood. My mom just has to be a big name in the circuit."

"Wow, you just share all that with strangers? I'm surprised you haven't been murdered."

"You obviously like the arts or you wouldn't be here." Rachel continued on.

"I do, but I'm a fashion major. Shocker, most guys don't think that's a very sustainable career to be in and they all practically laugh at me when I tell them my goals. They tell me I'd have better luck making it big on Broadway. I love the shows and the movies but that's not my particular goal in life." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Guess something about this place makes you want to share. I'm also from Ohio." He added as an after thought.

Rachel gushed and asked where he was from in Ohio. She frowned faintly when he said Lima, Ohio. "That's such a coincidence. I lived there until my dads moved to be closer to the private school." They couldn't have met but they would have if she'd continued on the public school route.

"Have you?" Kurt asked. "Gotten onto the stage?"

"Not yet. I'm still in NYADA and I was promised one more year and they'd be knocking on my door." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I barely made it through Freshman year, the dance teacher hated me."

"How'd you make it through?"

"I sucked it up and continued to do the best I could, worked harder to improve. Still don't know how to dance as sexily as she'd have liked but I was technically flawless and she couldn't fail me then."

Kurt nodded and moved again. She realized it wasn't the conversation but because he was physically uncomfortable. "I was in a pretty bad situation in Ohio." He explained when he knew she'd caught on. "I was the only out kid at my school and it made me the target of a lot of bullies. I ended up in the hospital and I'm still recovering from the spinal surgery and subsequent arthritis. I get injections on occasion to help with the pain and swelling. Sitting for too long hurts but it's hard to move too much too. I'm still limited in doing certain types of moves."

"That's terrible, nobody defended you? Not even the teachers?"

"No, there was only two teachers that ever looked like they'd actually do something but one got fired for inappropriate behavior and the other one went to be an accountant or something." He shuddered. "There was one teacher that was really bad. He went after the wrong kid and the kid nearly killed him and then took his disgust out on me when he figured out I was gay too. He just assumed we'd be the same, if not already then in the future." Kurt winced and shifted again. "He was sent to jail and tried as an adult. The situation with the teacher was considered defense but went too far and so he was only going to go to Juvie but he'd attacked me too and that made his actions offensive enough to get some real jail time as an adult. I heard he's had it rough in there, definitely hasn't made him look kinder on gays."

Kurt rubbed at his back and Rachel felt sad for him. She thought she needed to do something for him, but she wasn't sure what. "I'm sorry."

"I was picked on more after that but eventually I was pulled out and home schooled because it was no longer safe for me there, even though he was gone. There were others who were nearly as bad." Kurt laughed. "What guy wants to bother with the likes of me?"

Rachel sparked upon an idea. She knew someone else who'd had it rough when he came out but it got better for him. Maybe he'd be a good pairing for Kurt. She nixed her earlier idea of pairing him up with big spender. He would just hurt Kurt more and Kurt didn't need that. For a silly reason she felt almost responsible for him. But what could she have done had she gone to school with him? Yell him into submission for daring to hurt Kurt? He wouldn't have listened to her, most just brushed her off as a pesky fly.

Big spender was already at his seat, waiting for his date when Rachel's friend came walking in. She went to greet him and guide him to Kurt's table. She had advised getting rid of the suits and going for something a bit more casual. He'd listened and was currently in a pair of nice slacks and a vest over a long sleeved shirt. He still looked like himself but a bit more relaxed and approachable. Not someone trying too hard on a first date but still very stylish. He had been coming from work and school to these dates but he could mix it up a little. His work and school would probably appreciate it. He had a great eye but he kept it pretty formal and quiet for himself.

She was enjoying the mix up herself, seeing some of what he was designing for himself slowly mixed in. Big spender stood up in surprise when Rachel and her friend passed by his desk. "Blaine?"

Her friend spun to big spender and greeted him warmly and sat down with him to catch up. Rachel felt terrible, her friend was great, but he had a bit of an ADHD problem and totally forgot why he'd come in once he got derailed. She suspected it was from the hit to his head when he'd gotten beaten up at his Homecoming dance at his former high school before Dalton. She suspected he hadn't been the same since and made even more sense to take him to Dalton where they could work with that new cognitive incongruity and bring him back to the task at hand.

She stopped by Kurt and put a hand on his shoulder. "He ran into someone he knows and hasn't seen for awhile. He will hopefully be here soon."

Except they kept catching up and then were leaving together, laughing. She nearly stomped her foot and called him out. Rachel would have had Kurt not slipped his hand around hers and squeezed. "It's honestly ok, Rachel. I've talked to help groups before and to people who've been through something similar. It's not something I'm exactly looking for in a guy."

"What are you looking for? A quick lay, a boyfriend, a guy who will potentially be more, more long term?"

"I'm not going to have you hook me up." Kurt laughed and tugged on her hand again.

"Intermission!" She shouted and took the seat opposite him, it was only fair she spend her break with him since she'd lost his date. "Why not?"

"Because I am doing just fine on my own weeding out people who aren't to my taste or that don't fit into my goals."

"You haven't gone home with anyone." Rachel pointed out.

"I know. I haven't been cleared to do much with another person yet and that's kind of a turn off for many guys." Kurt gave a small shrug. "I know what I can and can't do and who I think it is worth telling it to."

"When did it happen?" Rachel asked carefully and Kurt evaded her look for a second.

"It wasn't all just one attack." It hadn't even ended when he was home schooled. He'd been jumped in the parking lot of the movie theater, at the mall, at a few other places in town. He had been attacked even last year here on the streets of New York. He'd ended up in the hospital again at that time and his dad nearly lost his shit. He wanted Kurt to move home but Kurt hadn't been safe in Lima either.

"Oh." The fact that Kurt had lived through some of those attacks had been at testament to how strong he really was, how much of a fighter he was. He rubbed absently at his left wrist. It was fully covered but the faded lines and flatter ridges were another part of his story. He'd fought to live then even when he hadn't wanted to. Later someone else tried to make that decision for him and it made him realize just how much he wanted to live and dreamed of a better world out there. It was just another permanent reminder of his past.

Rachel didn't miss the stroke of his fingers and she really wanted to dig to the bottom of it. She wanted to ask so many more questions. She held her tongue though as another presence joined them. "Hi, I'm Elliot, are you SSS?"

Kurt lifted a brow. "A snake?"

Elliot laughed and shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure that's the guy's initials but you do make a good point."

Rachel was sort of offended that the guy hadn't thought that she was Kurt's girlfriend, but she supposed the uniform probably made him think they were just talking briefly and not even friends or dating. "If you don't find him, come back and chat for awhile. My own date got hijacked."

"I'm pretty sure by your date." Rachel added. "I was trying to set Kurt here up with my friend but another guy who was waiting for his date actually knew him from back in the day. They left together to chat about old times." She didn't get Elliot's confusion, she didn't think big tipper and Kurt looked anything alike. Actually, Blaine's presence had made big tipper forget to tip, so suddenly Rachel was even happier by this turn of events. She headed back into the kitchen for the orders that were just put up to be taken to their table.

"That sucks." Elliot laughed again and rubbed the back of his head. "We were both stood up by our dates then."

"Yeah." Kurt didn't think that was a good sign for either of them but Elliot slid into Rachel's abandoned seat.

"So why don't we make up for their lost opportunity and our gain?" Elliot held out his hand. "Elliot StarChild Gilbert."

Both eyebrows rose. "Starchild? Either your a porn star or your parents were hippies."

"Neither, it's my stage name. I'm going to have it in lights one of these days."

"I don't know, I think Elliot Gilber is enough of a name to make it big without adding a stage name like that. All the big names are just their names. Cher, Madonna, Katy Perry, Christina, Shakira, Ru Paul, all sorts of male singers."

"Christina did Xtina for awhile."

"Yeah and her popularity dropped for awhile. Only band names seem to do ok with the whimsy."

Elliot tilted his head to the side. "You've very straight forward with your opinions."

"I know, it's not an attractive quality." Kurt shrugged a little but Elliot shook his head.

"Very attractive, actually." Elliot smiled widely. "I'm getting tired of the guys who are only compliments and false agreements. I'm going to seriously think about dropping the StarChild."

Kurt nodded, not sure if he'd ever see this guy's name up on the billboards but hoping so if he was any good. "Now it's just a matter of talent. Do you have any?"

Elliot laughed harder that time. "You're so cute." He covered Kurt's hand with his own and Kurt didn't pull away, always a good sign from him. He was so used to flinching at another's touch. "Come with me and watch my set?"

"Sure." Kurt had nothing else to do tonight and so he went with Elliot.

The two had fun and Kurt agreed, Elliot was fantastic. "Definitely drop the StarChild and just be Elliot." He thought this Elliot could definitely carry it off. Elliot listened and dropped all but his first name and took Kurt out on a few more dates. After the second one, Kurt had explained about his back and Elliot was very accommodating with it and didn't push for more than a kiss goodnight that night.

They went on a couple of more dates but Elliot admitted that he was just liking Kurt as a friend even though he found him very cute and totally his type. Kurt admitted he thought Elliot was very attractive too but just didn't feel that spark. They started to hang out as friends though and Elliot heard Kurt sing one day and invited him to join his set.

Kurt declined, he hadn't sung in public, ever, and the last time anyone beside Elliot or his dad had heard him sing, he'd ended up in the ER. He hadn't really felt like singing much after that. He was more than happy to watch from the sidelines and cheer.

So Kurt was back in his spot, waiting for another date to show up and another date to leave when they didn't even click initially. Kurt had more chemistry with Rachel than he had with any of his recent dates and that was quite a terrible thing to say.

Big tipper had been gone since the time he'd met up with Blaine. Then about a month later he was back and picking up where he left off, that included only going home with a select few.

A few more weeks of disastrous dates and Rachel had had enough. She'd tried to get Blaine to open up about what went down with big tipper but Blaine was strangely quiet about it. She tried to get him to talk to Kurt again but he waved her off saying he had other plans, he always had other plans now.

Rachel decided to bring out the big guns then. She knew one other gay guy who would possibly be right for Kurt and called him up. He was unfortunately only here on a work visa and he only had another 3 months but she'd gone to school with him and he'd been a real charmer despite the unfortunate club he'd founded.

Adam appeared at Kurt's table. Kurt hadn't even asked anyone to meet him here the last two weeks. He liked the routine, he was less of a fan of the disappointments. Thankfully Elliot never did meet up with big tipper again, knowing he'd see Kurt there and would be inclined to talk to him instead of his date. And he didn't want to date anyone who would abandon him without letting him know.

Big tipper had his own date tonight too. Kurt looked up when Rachel plunked Adam down in front of him. "This is Adam, he's amazing, you'll love his British accent."

"Hi Adam with a British accent, I'm Kurt." He leveled a look at Rachel. "She probably didn't tell you that."

"She did, when she told me about this date, which I'm not seeing you were not expecting."

"Stay." Kurt waved Adam back down to his seat when he started to get up. "Why not?" He dismissed Rachel with a small gesture, she would bring him what he wanted. He didn't change it up much.

Adam and him did hit it off and Kurt even found himself laughing at quite a few of the things Adam said. He instantly liked anyone who made him laugh much more than if they couldn't. He didn't think he was particularly hard to please in that respect but there were definitely a few guys that he'd met that no matter what they said or how they said it, didn't even get a chuckle out of him and he wasn't inclined to pretend.

"Are you ok?" Adam asked as he saw Kurt shift in his seat again.

"Bad back." Kurt answered lightly. Maybe he brought up the trauma too soon in his dates, he would try to hold off on that today. Elliot hadn't need to be told and they lasted a couple of dates.

Adam's eyes danced. "I have a remedy for that."

"I don't think that's going to work." Kurt answered honestly, he had PT and they massaged his aching muscles trying harder to keep him upright with all the other stress and strain on his back. It didn't ever help for long if at all. He saw Adam's face fall and he bit his lip. "It's just that I have a chiropractor and they warned me to not let anyone else try because they have a very specific plan in mind." That was true enough but PT instead of chiropractor.

Adam bounced back and chatted with Kurt. They got along well and talked for some time and then Adam glanced at his watch. "Shall we pick this up over lunch tomorrow?"

"I would like that."

So he hung out with Adam for a spell until Adam had to go back to England in preparation of his next tourist visa in the US so he could then work on obtaining a business visa for another show once hired on. Adam hadn't been scared off by the fact that Kurt couldn't do anything physical with him, they enjoyed their kisses and cuddles and Adam was probably Kurt's first proper boyfriend. It was as innocent as a high school romance but it was something Kurt had needed to reassure himself that there were guys out there for him, he just had to keep his hopes up.

He would have stayed with Adam even while Adam was in England but Adam said he didn't know when he'd next be back in America and it would be a one way trip, only Kurt would be able to come to England while he waited out his visa requirements. Something, unfortunately, Kurt couldn't do any time soon.

So Kurt went on a lot more dates. None of them were even close to Adam or have his patience. Kurt's back was getting better, slowly, but it was too slowly for anyone to bother with him. He tried holding off and explaining but most of the guys wanted to go from the restaurant straight to bed and Kurt knew that wasn't going to fly. Not when he knew he could get a gentle and sweet man and not when he feared it would put his recovery time back just for the other guy's pleasure.

Rachel looked to Dani, wondering what else she could do. She felt for Kurt, really felt for him. They'd become friends too, hanging out when neither were working or going to school. Dani grinned at her suddenly. "You're lucky I liked you Berry, otherwise there's be no way I'd get involved with gay guys." Dani in general liked them less than straight guys but she had grown to like Kurt too and Elliot who came around occasionally still.

She sent drinks to both Kurt and big tipper with a nod toward the other one giving it to them. Kurt eyed the alcoholic drink and pushed it back. "I can't." Not with all the meds he was on.

Big tipper looked at the drink in front of him and didn't bother even looking around the room for who could have sent it to him. He laughed as it was definitely not the kind of place that people did that sort of thing in. He paid for his bill and gave a huge tip and wrote a note on the receipt. Thank the waitress who sent me the drink. Not into girls and not something a guy would send me either, good try though. For that, I would like to hear Hit Me With Your Best Shot.

Dani sighed as both drinks were left untouched and she got up onto the stage and starting singing the requested song.

Big tipper didn't stick around to hear her nail it.

Weeks burned away, several more dates and both men were still single. Rachel told Dani it had been a stupid idea from the start, one she'd had too until she realized that while they'd be good for each other, they'd also be horrible for each other. Then she'd gotten to know Kurt and realize Big Tipper would be very bad for Kurt and the only one getting anything out of it would be Big Tipper. Once she'd learned Kurt's name, she couldn't very go around calling the other one A now that C had a real name. A and Kurt wasn't quite the same as Big Tipper and Kurt.

The fact that he always paid in cash hadn't helped matters. She couldn't find what his name was on his receipt then and he'd be less inclined to just share it with her than Kurt had been, even if she used the same ploy.

After the last one left, Kurt sighed and stretched out a little before slumping into his chair. Big Tipper tipped back his chair and rocked on it for a moment before he got up and joined Kurt at his table. "What's wrong with you? Why don't you just go home and fuck them? They're all hot enough or are you waiting for a very specific type of hotness?"

"I can't just go home and fuck them, that's the problem, that's what's wrong with me."

"Because you're a prude?" Big Tipper asked, his eyes skating over Kurt. "Or maybe because you're not actually a man?"

He was wearing jeans and a nice sweater today, definitely not the kind of comment one should be leveling at him in this outfit. Some of his other ones that he'd ventured to wear recently, sure, but not this one. "I am a man."

"You're wearing boy clothes today, I'll give you that, but with your build, voice and face, I had to check. Still doesn't mean that your family didn't prescribe to some very old ways of thinking and made sure you weren't able to hit puberty in quite the same way."

"That's gross and you're being very rude. I didn't invite you to sit down at my table."

"No but your sigh of discontentment did. I can't let that go unanswered." Big Tipper shrugged. "A man in sexual distress and I'm there to help him out."

"So I'm a man now?" Kurt asked with some annoyance at the whiplash this guy was giving him.

"If you say you are, who am I to argue?" His eyes roamed over Kurt again, appreciating what he was seeing despite what he'd said to the contrary. "You've been here often enough, I've only seen you go home with one."

"I went home with your date one time when you went home with mine." Kurt slotted in there, looking pleased with himself. He had to have seen Elliot since. Elliot was hot and Big Tipper had missed out. Rachel had mentioned him once or twice when they hung out but never gave specifics and hadn't mentioned it was the one always on dates at the same time he was. He just knew they weren't compatible.

"Blaine was your date?" Big Tipper laughed hard. "Oh, I saved you there. I grew up with him. He's definitely lacking in the exciting department. He'll talk your ear off and then satisfy himself and then buy you roses afterward in the hopes he can do it all over again."

"Sounds like a romantic." Kurt wasn't sure though.

"Did you not hear the part where I said it was all about him? He only does the romantic stuff so he can continue doing it because he doesn't have anything else to hold your interest."

"You're friends with him."

"Because we run in similar circles back home. He's always been more interested in me than I've been in him. And yes, I do speak from experience with his brand of 'romance'."

"Whereas, what? You just go home with the guy and never see him again?" Kurt held his gaze steady, challenging him.

"My dates never complain about being left unsatisfied and come back wanting more. Something you seem desperately in need of."

"I already told you, I can't." Kurt shifted and crossed his arms over his chest. It hadn't meant that he hadn't been tempted.

"Why? Don't have working parts?" Big Tipper scanned his eyes over Kurt's body yet again.

"Back injury." Kurt gritted out, not wanting to tell him anything but somehow they'd gotten right into the middle of the conversation without him even wanting to talk to the guy in the first place.

"Ah." Big Tipper leaned back and ran a hand down his own chest. "Doesn't mean you can't satisfy another guy with different methods." Kurt watched that hand slid from his chest to his belly and he squirmed for an entirely different reason now.

"Would my hand suffice?" Kurt rolled his eyes. "Guys want more than that."

"Some do, some don't." Big Tipper tipped his head to the side. "I'm Sebastian."

"Kurt." He might as well tell him his name, they've talked about more intimate things already. "Most do." He tacked on.

"Depends on how good you are with your hand." Sebastian wiggled his brows. "What did they tell you that you can do?"

"They didn't get that detailed." Kurt blushed and Sebastian stopped messing with him and dropped his hand to the side, leaning forward to watch the blush with fascination. Did it all come out at once or did it spread? He was very interested in knowing the answer to that one. Did it come in different colors too? Was there any sort of rhyme or reason to it?

"Ok." Sebastian's voice croaked and he had to clear it. "Did they tell you what you can't do?"

The blush deepened. "Why are we talking about this here?"

"You're right, you're right." Sebastian pulled out his wallet and threw enough money onto the table to cover both of their meals and the failed dates. "I should give you a hands on demonstration instead."

He held out his hand and Kurt eyed it and then him skeptically. "What?"

"Let's go back to my place and let me show you all the things you haven't tried because you weren't creative enough. The men you've been on dates with haven't been creative enough."

"Why would I go with you?" Kurt asked completely flabbergasted.

"Because you're curious."

Because he was and because he knew Sebastian didn't do long term commitments, Kurt put his hand in Sebastian's and allowed him to pull him to his feet. He was far more gentle than he'd thought the other man would be. Why not get a crash-course education in sex by a man who'd obviously had plenty of it? Kurt didn't want to stay a virgin forever and when Adam came back, maybe he could fit some of those lessons together with him. It was the first time someone offered to work with his restraints rather than get annoyed by them and Sebastian wasn't a complete stranger. He'd known him for the last year, seen what he ate, what his sense of humor was, the men he took back to his place and Kurt was honored to be considered attractive enough to fall in those ranks. He knew where Sebastian would be every week at the same time. It was the first time they'd talked and learned each other's names but that was small in comparison to all the other stuff they already knew about each other.

"I won't do anything that will hurt you or set back your recovery." Sebastian vowed in Kurt's ear as he led him outside.

"What's with the SSS?" Kurt asked as Sebastian wrapped a protective arm around the small of his back. It was warm and felt nice and Kurt was impressed all over again by this small thing that he'd never imagined this guy doing.

"Sebastian Stan Smythe." Sebastian laughed and Kurt buried his face into Sebastian's shoulder to keep from laughing too loudly, of course that's what it stood for. Couldn't have been something like Sebastian Samuel Sondheim nor could it have been Stanley Smith.

Dani and Rachel watched them leave, totally at a loss for how that had happened. They looked at each other and shrugged. Gay guys were a mystery to both of them, even when they had thought they finally figured it out. Hell, straight guys were a mystery too. "Might as well join the team, Rachel, we're a lot easier to figure out."

"Says no male, ever." Their manager griped as he wiped down the bar. "No tip request today." He looked at the cash, there was definitely the biggest tip the Big Tipper had ever given though. "He seemed more in a hurry to get Salad and Coffee out of the bar than he normally is with his lays."

Rachel hummed to herself, not sure what the future would bring but glad for this respite.

The next week Kurt sat at his usual table and Sebastian sat at his and both of them had a date join them before the dates left. Then Sebastian slid over to Kurt's table and curled his hand around Kurt's, giving him a look. Kurt rolled his eyes before nodding and they were out the door again.

The following week Kurt was at his table and Rachel sighed in disappointment. Was this going to be the way things were? They'd both try to go on dates and then when they didn't work out, they'd go and do whatever it was they could do?

Sebastian came in and she made sure his table was open but he bypassed it and went straight to Kurt's. Kurt hadn't shared a single piece of information with Rachel about what was going on with Sebastian. They spent a little bit of time there together and then left, together. A big tip was on the table as she picked it up, no song was attached now either.

The following week and the opposite happened, Sebastian was there and Kurt joined his table. They hung out for a bit, eating and then they left. Sebastian paid for this meal too. That's the thing she didn't expect the most out of this, Kurt letting anyone pay for his food every time. But his meal was always $5, not like it was a lot for his date to spend.

Then they just started showing up together and choosing an entirely different table. Rachel had enough and called Kurt out on it about two months after they'd gotten together. "What is going on with you two? The playboy is taking it slow? Or are you jeopardizing your back?"

Kurt looked around and pulled Rachel into a corner booth, calling out "Intermission!" for her and was blushing hard. "We have... well it's tough to explain but he's definitely showed me there are other things that can be done without risking my back. I told him what we couldn't do and he's just... worked with it."

"So it's just sex?" She could hardly believe Sebastian would be content with the restricted sex life that Kurt could provide.

"It's enough for him." Kurt defended hotly. "But it's not just sex. We've... connected on many different levels. We were aware of each other for over a year, getting to know each other without once speaking to the other and it's a weird kind of bond we've formed but it's there and since we started talking and going out, it's only gotten stronger."

"I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I've been hurt physically all my life. It's about time to get hurt emotionally." Kurt squeezed her hands. "It's ok, I'll be sad if we break up but it won't be the end of the world for me. I know what can be out there now." He glanced over to the door as it opened and revealed Sebastian. "But I'm really hoping this works out long term." His eyes scanned over Sebastian.

Sebastian was frowning as he looked around the restaurant, looking for Kurt. He wasn't at their new usual table and he didn't normally look around but he did today. Rachel noted that in her mental book and then when Sebastian's eyes landed on Kurt, they lit up and danced and Rachel took a note of that too. She nodded and accepted what Kurt was saying, had to as he let go of her hands and went over to greet Sebastian. Sebastian bent and gave Kurt a kiss and wrapped his arm around the small of Kurt's back as he brought him even closer to deepen that kiss.

He broke away and put both hands on Kurt's waist and talked to him, his hands running lightly over his back and Kurt nodded and reached for a hand before pulling him to their table.

Another tip as they left but this time there was a request that Sebastian had written down as Kurt was already up and looking toward the door. She let out a small giggle as the door chimed as they left. Oh Kurt was in big trouble if he thought he could move on from Sebastian or if he thought he could go back to Adam when he returned from England because Sebastian was unlikely to let either of those ever happen.

The song requested was an old school one from a Disney movie but she'd happily sing it for the patrons, So This Is Love.