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02 October 2012 @ 07:47 pm
Number Twenty - 10/10  
Title: Number Twenty
Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: R
Warnings: Promiscuity, Crude jokes, Slut Shaming, Sex, Klaine Angst

Beta: canuckpagali, lurkdusoleil & perkytxgrl

Summary: Kurt’s life isn’t shaping up to be what he had expected. He’s still single, he isn’t a Broadway star, he’s just lost his job (which he hated anyway), and he’s about to watch the most on-again-off-again couple known to man get married. To make matters worse, he’s just learned that the amount of guys he has slept with is twice as much as what’s considered average in the USA. He’s pretty sure if sixteen-year-old-Kurt saw him now, he would be appalled.

Watching “What’s Your Number” with my husband the other day, I suddenly felt compelled to try to write that story as a Kurtbastian fic. It just seemed like it would fit really well. I did take a lot of liberties with the storyline and with my Glee characters, but hopefully it’ll be for the betterment of the story. Trust Sam to take a light-hearted, stupid rom-con and turn it into an angsty story. Hah.

Chapter Ten

Kurt didn’t want to stay late at the reception, not with his speech-induced revelation so bright and distracting in his mind. It was difficult for him to remain attentive to everything going on around him through the dinner, even with relatives and old friends approaching him to visit and catch up. Finally, after a few more speeches were given and they had cut the cake, Kurt was able to sneak away as the party began its expected fall from formal to depraved.

It was dark when Kurt arrived home, but the night was still young for a Saturday. Thoughts of Sebastian on his mind, Kurt quickly slipped into his apartment to change out of the wretched purple before he would cross the hall to try to make amends. He had considered leaving the suit on as something of an icebreaker but ultimately decided that asking for forgiveness would be humiliation enough for one evening. Once he was dressed in a pair of slim jeans and a soft sweater, he stepped out of his apartment and across the hall to knock on Sebastian’s door. His stomach was nervous and uneasy as he waited for an answer, but no answer came.  He knocked again to be sure; still nothing.

Kurt leaned his forehead against the door and let out a sigh of frustration. Sebastian had said he was also going to a wedding. He would probably stay well into the night, drinking and dancing and enjoying himself like Kurt should have been doing.  But Kurt knew that he would lose his nerve if he went back to his apartment, so he turned around and slid down the door so that he was sitting with his back against it. Perhaps Sebastian wouldn’t be too long.

Eventually, Kurt fell asleep there. When he awoke it was to his name being gently called in a familiar but somewhat confused voice. Kurt slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head, neck stiff from the uncomfortable way he had been sitting.

“Sebastian?” he asked dreamily as he blinked a few times to get his mind back into focus.

“Kurt,” said Sebastian who was kneeling in front of him looking a mixture of confused and concerned. “What are you doing?”

“Wanted to talk to you,” drawled Kurt before he started to gather his wits.

He had fallen asleep sitting against Sebastian’s door and now Sebastian, still dressed devastatingly gorgeous in his trim black suit but his hair slightly disheveled, was squatting in front of him with worry in his bright eyes and a crease in his smooth forehead. Kurt wanted to trace it with his fingers.

“Are you okay?” asked Sebastian.

“I haven’t been okay for a long time,” answered Kurt.

Sebastian sighed, sounding frustrated.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, suddenly his voice didn’t sound as concerned.

“What?” exclaimed Kurt and that was when he saw the two other men standing behind Sebastian looking entirely uncomfortable. “I’m not... I’m not drunk.”

Kurt eyed the two men; they were about his age and both quite attractive, dressed stylishly in suits as if they, too, had been at the wedding. It would be just Kurt’s luck that Sebastian would go above and beyond the usual stereotype of using weddings to hook up with people; he would use them to get a sexy threesome.

“You’re sitting on the floor in front of my apartment door because you ‘wanted to talk to me’ and you live just across the hall, Kurt,” deadpanned Sebastian.

“You’re right,” said Kurt, scrambling to get to his feet as humiliation and disappointment burned in his throat. “I’m sorry, I’m being ridiculous. You weren’t home and I had just worked up the nerve to come talk to you and I didn’t think I would be able to work up the nerve twice and so I didn’t want to leave but I see that you have company and I was being really stupid to think that... I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. I’m being inappropriate. I’ll... maybe I’ll talk to you later.”

Kurt quickly pushed past the three men, his sights set on his still-slightly-ajar apartment door. Sebastian caught his wrist, though.

“Work up the nerve for what?” he asked.

Kurt stopped and turned to him. He swallowed nearly audibly, his eyes flicking nervously to the other two men who were still standing there seemingly unsure of what to do. Sebastian looked over at them, too, and grimaced. He dug his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to the shorter of the two men.

“Sorry, guys,” he said. “Go on inside, make yourself at home.”

They nodded and turned to his apartment door while Sebastian turned his attention back to Kurt.

“We really should talk,” he murmured in a low voice. “Can we go into your apartment?”

Kurt couldn’t take his eyes away from Sebastian’s face, he simply nodded at him and then let Sebastian direct him into his apartment.

They sat on the couch.

“What did you want to say, Kurt?”

Kurt shook himself.

“I just... I wanted to apologize for what I said,” said Kurt. “You were right about me and it hurt so I lashed out and... I didn’t mean the things I said to you, about you. I don’t think that.”

Sebastian licked his lips absently. Kurt was studying his face for his reaction but couldn’t read it.

“Thank you,” said Sebastian, solemnly. “Apology accepted.”

Kurt tried to smile at him, but it came out feeling awkward.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” asked Sebastian, then.


If Kurt said ‘no, there’s more’ and then proceeded to pour his heart out to this man, to tell him about how he couldn’t keep his mind off him, about how he thought he was perhaps falling in love with him, would it be of any use to either of them? Kurt thought of those two attractive men waiting for Sebastian in his apartment and the memory of Tristan leaving the weekend before. Was there any point in Kurt laying himself bare now?

He didn’t think he could bear to be turned away if he did.

But what if this was his only chance? If he kept quiet, would he forever regret it? Sebastian himself had bemoaned the fact that Kurt was too afraid to put himself out there. Still, if Kurt didn’t say anything, they would be able to go back to their own lives and everything could be the same as it was before any of this had happened.

Except, it wouldn’t really be the same, would it? The things Kurt had learned about himself had a lot to do with Sebastian. The desk sitting in his living room where his sewing machine and sketchbooks sat would always remind him of Sebastian. His life would always have a Sebastian-shaped gap in it -- there was no setting things back to the way they once were.

“...No, there’s something else,” said Kurt with a rush of breath.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side to show he had his attention.

“I want to thank you,” said Kurt. “I want to thank you for teaching me that love is not about finding someone to make you happy. I don’t need someone else to make me happy; I need to be able to make myself happy.”

Kurt wanted to laugh at himself as he said those words, it seemed so obvious, now. How could he have possibly thought that he had any business spending all his time looking for someone to love him when he didn’t even love himself? Did he actually think it was someone else’s job to make him happy? He needed to be happy first; he needed to be content with himself and find happiness in his life and then... then he could find someone to share that happiness with. Kurt didn’t need some man to swoop in and save him, he needed to save himself. His heart caught in his chest at that thought. He focused back on Sebastian, then.

“You saved me, Sebastian,” said Kurt.

Sebastian immediately started to shake his head ‘no’ and Kurt smiled at that, raising his hand to stop him.

“You saved me by waking me up to the fact that it wasn’t up to someone else to save me, it was up to me,” said Kurt.

Sebastian smiled at that.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk,” he asked.

Kurt laughed but quickly sobered when he remembered the two men who had shown up with Sebastian.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You have people waiting for you, I should let you...”

“No,” said Sebastian, putting his hand on Kurt’s knee just as Kurt was about to stand. “It’s alright.”

“But aren’t you... aren’t they...” Kurt didn’t want to say it.

“They live on the other side of town,” said Sebastian with a shrug. “It’s late; I told them they could crash at my place.”


“What were you thinking?” asked Sebastian, suddenly grinning.

“I wasn’t thinking anything,” replied Kurt, feeling relieved and idiotic at the same time.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, his grin growing.

“You were thinking I picked them up at the wedding,” teased Sebastian. “You thought we were going to have a freaky, sexy threesome. You were picturing it in your mind; the writhing, the moaning, the... Oh.”

“Oh?” asked Kurt, looking up from where he had been staring at his hands in embarrassment.

“You were thinking that,” laughed Sebastian, his voice almost sounding nervous.

“Am I so transparent?” asked Kurt, chuckling pathetically.

“They’re in my band. Band members,” explained Sebastian. “We were the music for a wedding downtown.”

Kurt took that in, it sounded so much better than what he had thought. Even if it seemed strange to him that Sebastian’s band played events like weddings.

“Kurt,” said Sebastian, imploringly. “I’m so sorry about... about Sunday.”

Kurt tensed at that. The memory of seeing Tristan coming out of Sebastian’s apartment still made him feel dizzy with the mixture of emotions in induced.

“You... you don’t have to be... there’s nothing to be sorry for,” said Kurt, willing his eyes not to tear up. “There’s no reason why you can’t be with... Tristan.”

Kurt felt sick saying it because it was like acknowledging that it had really happened.

“I learned something this week, too,” said Sebastian, then.

Kurt looked at him curiously.

“Maybe there isn’t anything wrong with being with a lot of different guys,” said Sebastian. “But... but I don’t want to be... not anymore.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope,” said Sebastian, shaking his head. He inched closer to Kurt on the couch, the soft smile on his face turning from rueful into something more genuine and even a little smoldering. “There’s only one guy I’m interested in and everyone else pales by comparison.”

Kurt could feel heat growing on his cheeks as a similar warmth bloomed in his chest. The corners of his mouth were twitching into a smile and he was about to respond but then Sebastian was leaning in to kiss him softly. It was chaste and sweet, but the affection in it stole Kurt’s breath away. When Sebastian pulled back, Kurt fought to find equilibrium.

“That’s great, really,” he said breathlessly, not really thinking straight all of a sudden. “But couldn’t you have come to this realization without your dick in someone else’s mouth?”

Sebastian sputtered in shock and Kurt wanted to slap himself in the face for ruining the romantic moment.

“How’d you know?” Sebastian stammered.

Seeing Sebastian all wide-eyed because of Kurt’s crassness was hilarious and after such a long, emotional day --week, actually, no... month, Kurt couldn’t help but burst into a fit of ridiculous giggles. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him in mock annoyance Kurt rolled his eyes, grinning.

“He’s number nine, or did you forget how you met him?”

Sebastian’s face fell at that. “Right”

“Yeah,” said Kurt, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

“Okay, this just got really awkward really fast,” grumbled Sebastian.

Kurt couldn’t help but silently agree.

“So,” he said in a strained, high voice. “Moving on.”

“Does this mean that...” started Sebastian, looking like he was afraid of the answer. “You and Blaine?”

“I turned him down,” said Kurt, simply.

Sebastian let out a sigh and rubbed his hands over his face, it sounded like relief which confused Kurt when he saw how dejected Sebastian looked when he looked back up at Kurt.

“I should have given you the number,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I shouldn’t have lied; I just... didn’t think I could compete with that.”

Kurt smiled a little when he saw Sebastian look back down at his hands like a well-chastised child. He hummed softly in response before his smile turned a little wicked.

“I understand,” he said, reaching to pat Sebastian on the knee. “I mean, if I were a wedding singer, I would have a hard time trying to measure up to a hot-shot businessman, too.”

“Hey!” snapped Sebastian, playfully, looking up sharply but smiling tentatively at Kurt.

Kurt lowered his head and leaned into Sebastian’s space, grinning fondly.

“You’re right,” he said, gently. “You should have given me his number; you should have let me decide what I wanted. You tried to take away my chance to figure it out for myself.”

Sebastian bit his lip and nodded.

“But,” continued Kurt. “Sebastian, you don’t have to compete. It never was a competition over my heart, and even if it was, you definitely would have been a contender. As it stands...” said Kurt shrugging and smiling a bit more brightly “...I chose myself, which... by some stroke of fate, includes you.” Kurt faltered at that, his face going solemn and questioning. Sebastian had just said that he wanted him, but Kurt still felt wrong assuming things. “That is... if you...”

“I definitely do,” replied Sebastian, his face erupting with joy

Kurt laughed lightly, overwhelmed and relieved.

Suddenly, Sebastian’s hands were cupping his face and Kurt found himself being kissed senseless. His breathing stuttered and he quickly grabbed for Sebastian, fingers clutching at the smooth fabric of his suit. It felt so right to be kissing Sebastian, not just because his lips were amazing on Kurt’s, but because it felt real –not just enjoying being with someone or doing it because that’s what one does in relationships, but actually connecting physically with someone he was already connected to emotionally. It was thrilling and Kurt was quickly growing drunk with it.

Kurt pushed the blazer off Sebastian’s shoulders and he fumbled a little as he pulled his arms from it, their attentions still mostly on the incessant kissing. They broke apart, both panting for air, and Sebastian quickly began loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt while Kurt pulled his sweater up over his head and tossed it aside without flourish. Then he was climbing into Sebastian’s lap where the other man was sitting sideways on the couch, facing him. Kurt began kissing up his jaw and then down his throat as Sebastian continued to work the buttons, finally getting enough undone to pull the shirt over his head. Kurt grinned deviously when Sebastian turned back to him after tossing his own shirt to the side, and then he was pushing Sebastian back with all his weight, landing on top of him with an exhaled ‘oof’.

They kissed some more, hands fumbling to touch and smooth over the bared skin. Kurt straddled him, his ass in perfect position to feel Sebastian’s arousal as it grew. He shifted his hips and pressed down, causing Sebastian to groan softly into their kisses. Without fully planning to, they began to rock together. Heat was building deep in Kurt’s belly, his extremities sparking on particularly good grinds. Eventually, Sebastian tore his mouth away from Kurt’s and gazed up at him, pupils blown wide, while he worked for a few seconds to catch his breath.

“We need to either slow down or head to the bedroom,” he panted.

There was no way Kurt could slow down.

“What about your band mates?” asked Kurt even while he silently pleaded that Sebastian not go.

“They know where everything is, they’ve been over before,” said Sebastian.

Kurt leaned in to slot their mouths together for a kiss that was supposed to be quick but ended up something more. He teased his tongue against Sebastian’s top lip, sensually sucking it in between his own lips while Sebastian ran his fingertips into his hair, cupping his jaw and neck while groaning. When they broke apart, Sebastian looked dazed. Kurt couldn’t help but feel smug.

“So,” exhaled Sebastian, shakily. “Bedroom?”

“Hell, yes,” answered Kurt breathlessly.

They moved together to Kurt’s bedroom, climbing onto the bed and losing the rest of their clothing as they went. Kurt laid down on his back, pulling Sebastian ontop of him. Sebastian paused, kneeling over him to look down at him. They had both seen each other naked before, there were no surprises now, but everything was much more intense in this situation. Kurt felt suddenly nervous of what Sebastian saw and whether he would like it. The hunger in his eyes, though, was a pretty good indication that Sebastian was enjoying the sight.

“You are just so gorgeous,” whispered Sebastian before leaning in to kiss him.

Kurt grabbed for his head, digging fingers into his hair before loosening his grip and running them down the hinge of Sebastian’s jaw, the sides of his neck, and resting them on his shoulders.  He licked into his mouth, delighting in the taste of Sebastian that was newly familiar. When they broke apart from the kiss, Sebastian quickly moved his mouth to the thin skin stretched taut behind Kurt’s ear. His hot breath and soft lips kissing him there sent shivers through Kurt’s body. Sebastian then worked his way down the side of his throat, shifting so that he was crouching over Kurt’s thighs and then leaning down so their erections met. Kurt groaned, throwing his head back and pushing up for more.

Sebastian’s thrusts and grinding were lazy, though, as he put most of his attention on working his mouth over Kurt’s body. His tongue and lips worshiped the soft skin and sparse hair of Kurt’s chest. He supported himself with on hand pressed into the bed beside Kurt’s head while he ran the fingertips of his other softly over the skin he was about to kiss. Kurt felt like he was drowning it even while simultaneously feeling like he was about to explode. It was as though someone had drained his veins of blood only to fill them with electricity. He was so overcome with the tender way Sebastian’s lips kissed each part of him, the way his tongue would peek out to taste him, the way he would suck and nip at his skin like every inch of him was delicious, that it felt like his lungs were struggling to expand.

When Sebastian’s mouth finally made it to his hips, Kurt thought he might actually come just from the relief of it after such excruciating build-up. Sebastian laved his tongue over the sensitive skin there, nosing against the neatly trimmed hair, and pressing kisses into the crease of his thighs. It had been forever since Kurt had been given so much attention, since someone had so tenderly drawn this out for him, and Kurt thought his heart was actually swelling in his chest –it was nearly painful. His dick was aching with need for his release and he wanted to cry out to Sebastian to please just put him out of his misery, even while wishing it would never end.

Then, finally, Sebastian’s hands were grasping Kurt’s thighs and his mouth was sinking over him. Kurt wanted to sob in relief of it. Sebastian’s mouth was fantastic velvety heat; he just wanted to push into it over and over with abandon. Sebastian’s head bobbed as he fucked him back into his throat before he slowed down and pulled up so he was just teasing at the head. Kurt whined in his throat, grabbing fistfuls of the bed sheets to keep himself from pushing Sebastian’s head down. He peeked through scrunched eyelids to see Sebastian grinning around his cock, green eyes staring up at him.

“Seb,” ground out Kurt, trying to sound stern but mostly sounding wrecked. “Don’t tease.”

Sebastian’s grin turned wolfish before he sank back down. Kurt groaned and bucked up as the hot, wet, so-good engulfed him again and he pressed deeply into Sebastian’s throat. He fucked up into him a few times before Sebastian pulled off again, and Kurt let out a long groan of frustration. Sebastian began licking and kissing at his dick, then, like he had been the rest of his body earlier; tasting it, worshiping it.

Kurt thought he might die.

Then Sebastian was crawling up his body, leaving a trail of hasty kisses as he went before grabbing Kurt’s chin and kissing him deep and dirty. Kurt flailed for a moment before grabbing onto Sebastian and returning the kiss with fervour. He wrapped his arms around him and Sebastian sat up, bringing him with him so they were both sitting facing each other. He pulled Kurt into his lap and wrapped a hand around their dicks.

“Hold me,” he pleaded in a low whisper that made Kurt shudder before leaning forward to wrap his arms tighter-still around Sebastian.

Their chests were pressed tightly together, their mouths fusing over and over as they panted, and Sebastian’s large hand worked them over, their precome and his saliva allowing his movements to stay smooth. Eventually, though, Kurt pulled back far enough to thoroughly lick his own hand and move it down to wrap around the side Sebastian couldn’t reach. He dropped his forehead to Sebastian’s shoulder as they pumped together, breathing heavily in unison and coming within seconds of each other, the come of the first adding lube and heat to their grips and causing the other to let go.

“Oh g*d,” panted out Kurt as they leaned against each other, waiting to come back down.

Sebastian leaned in to kiss him softly, just a tender press of lips before he was leaning his forehead against Kurt’s and continuing to attempt to catch his breath.

“So good,” gasped Sebastian.

“So, so, good,” agreed Kurt feeling nearly dizzy from it. “Let me go get a cloth.”


Kurt took a few seconds more to make sure he could balance before untangling himself from Sebastian and crawling off the bed. He felt amazing as he walked on shaky legs to retrieve a cloth for cleanup. Even sated and happy, he couldn’t help but imagine how amazing it would be to do other things with Sebastian in the future. He wanted to do everything with him... everything. From having Sebastian bend him over the kitchen table to picking out a brand new kitchen table together. Kurt froze with his hand on the faucet he was about to turn on; he wanted to buy furniture with Sebastian. A slow smile grew on his face and he wet the cloth with warm water before quickly heading back to the sexy, wonderful man waiting for him in his bed.


The next morning Kurt woke to find Sebastian watching him as he lay next to him, his head propped on his hand, and a soft smile on his face. Kurt smiled lazily and stretched his arms above his head, arching his back and humming. He muffled a small yawn with his hand as he turned his attention back to Sebastian and his sparkling green eyes.

“Sleep well?” asked Sebastian, his voice low and soft, sounding intimate and loving.

Kurt let out a happy sigh, nodding his response.

“How about you?” he asked.

Sebastian grinned and reached to pull Kurt close, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his face into Kurt’s neck.

“Mmm,” he said, his words like kisses against the delicate skin of Kurt’s neck. “Probably the best ever.”

Warmth bloomed in Kurt’s chest as goosebumps appeared all over his arms. He wasn’t sure how his body was even holding together with the amount of excitement over the recent developments thrumming through his system.

“What are your plans for today?” asked Kurt once Sebastian had loosened his hold and leaned back far enough that they could see each other’s face.

“Well,” said Sebastian flirtatiously, but it sounded nearly suggestive when he spoke in such a low timbre and a bout of arousal flared low in Kurt’s belly and bubbled up into his chest.  “There’s this guy I would really like to take out for breakfast but he evaded my last invitation, so...”

Kurt smiled and bit his lower lip.

“You know,” he said coyly. “Someone told me about a crepes place not far from here that is supposedly really good.”

Sebastian grinned at that and leaned in to lightly kiss Kurt’s lips a few times before pulling back.

“I’ll go get dressed,” he said.

Kurt smiled, feeling altogether ecstatic. Sebastian kissed him one time more before finally getting out of bed, his tall, lean body shamelessly and deliciously nude. Kurt couldn’t help but follow the lines and contours of the beautiful body with his eyes. Sebastian moved with a masculine grace one would expect from a dancer or athlete, someone with complete understanding and control of their own muscles and joints. It was mesmerizing to watch the movement under the smooth, sparsely freckled skin. Sebastian was grinning smugly at him when Kurt finally tore his eyes away from his body to meet his eyes. He could feel his own cheeks pink at being caught ogling but he simply shrugged.

Sebastian pulled on his  underwear and now wrinkled slacks before returning to Kurt to give him one more quick peck like he really didn’t want to leave him even for the short time it would take him to get ready for their breakfast date. Then, he left the bedroom to collect the rest of his clothes from the living room and head to his own apartment. Kurt waited for the sound of his apartment door clicking shut before he let out a whoop of joy followed by a truly mortifying shrill squeal. He heard Sebastian’s laughter in the hallway and realized he had heard him. Groaning in embarrassment but still smiling, he allowed himself to fall backwards onto his bed.


Not much long later, perhaps half an hour or so, found Kurt and Sebastian leaving their apartment building together, dressed and fresh-faced. They walked close together down the sidewalk, the city a constant buzz even on a Sunday morning. The sun was warm and sky above bright blue as if Kurt’s joyous mood had dictated the weather.

He eyed Sebastian’s hand so near his own as they walked. He thought back to Benjamin who didn’t like any forms of PDA if they were at all romantic. Kurt didn’t need hand-holding and other silly gestures of romanticism; still, it might be nice... no, Sebastian definitely wasn’t the type. Kurt chewed his lip and looked forward again as they reached a road they needed to cross.

“It’s just around the corner,” said Sebastian as they waited for the light to change so they could cross the street. “I think you’ll really like it.”

“I’m sure I will,” said Kurt, smiling brightly.

“You can get them just drenched in chocolate and fudge sauce and covered in powdered sugar,” said Sebastian, grinning. “So, so good.”

“Seriously, Seb?” laughed Kurt. “You are going to die of diabetes.”

“No,” replied Sebastian. “It is so good, you have to get it. Promise me you’ll order something criminally sweet.”

“I think I’m sweet enough, thank you,” said Kurt haughtily.

Sebastian scoffed at that but grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles before dropping it to their sides and keeping their fingers interlocked as they stepped down onto the street when the light changed. Kurt wanted to be horrified with himself over how the action had started a swarm of butterflies in his stomach as if he were a silly teenager all over again, but he couldn’t because Sebastian was holding his hand and smiling fondly at him as they walked down the street. What he wanted out of life might have shifted, and his dreams may have changed, but his ability to dream had returned and the future seemed a hell of a lot brighter because of it.

Kurt was about ready to claim a Happily Ever After when suddenly his phone rang in his pocket. He didn’t want to let go of Sebastian’s hand but he had to in order to answer the phone. He pulled it out and quirked an eyebrow at it seeing an unfamiliar number on the screen. They paused on the sidewalk, stepping to the side to be out of the way of the rest of the pedestrians. Sebastian watched Kurt curiously.

“Hello?” asked Kurt.

“Hello, Kurt?”

“Yes?” answered Kurt, wondering at the voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

“This is Trent,” said the voice. “Trent Partridge.”

“Oh, wow,” said Kurt. “Hi! How are you?”

“Good, well, a little confused,” he said, laughing.

“What can I do for you, Trent?” asked Kurt, giving Sebastian a look as he said the name.

“Well, I got a strange phone call from a guy who claimed to be your personal assistant last week,” said Trent through the phone speaker pressed to Kurt’s ear. “He said something about you wanting to get in touch with your old flames? Well, that wasn’t quite how he phrased it but...”

Kurt’s eyes widened and he glared at Sebastian who looked amused and a little lost.

“Um,” started Kurt, not sure how to answer that.

“Anyway,” continued Trent. “I just thought I should tell you that... well, we never... did anything.”


“We... that night that we saw each other in the bar and went back to my hotel room? Yeah, we didn’t... I mean, we planned on it... but then... you passed out before we could,” explained Trent, sounding a little embarrassed and somewhat regretful.

“Oh, um,” stammered Kurt –what does one say to that?  “Thanks for telling me. I—um, thanks.”

“I mean,” said Trent, sounding unsure. “If you still wanted to meet up sometime, I would love to get together for old time sake. I should tell you, though, I have a boyfriend so it would just be a friendly outing, no...”

“That sounds great, Trent,” said Kurt, beaming and hardly containing himself. “We should definitely do that. You have my number so if you are ever in New York again just give me a call.”

“Splendid,” responded Trent, his voice brightening. “I will do that. Good to hear from you, Kurt.”

“Yes, you too. Good bye,” said Kurt before hanging up.

Sebastian had his head cocked to the side when Kurt put his cell away. Kurt grinned at him, biting his lip to try to keep it contained.

“That was Trent,” said Kurt, on the verge of exploding.

“I gathered,” replied Sebastian.

“He said my personal assistant called him last week,” said Kurt nearly laughing.

Sebastian grinned cheekily, “Is that so?”

“I guess we never did anything,” said Kurt. “We were drunk and I passed out before something could happen.”


Kurt nodded.

“You’re my number twenty!” exclaimed Kurt, suddenly, no longer able to contain it.

He threw himself into Sebastian’s arms as Sebastian laughed and scrambled to catch him. It had stopped mattering long ago, but still, Kurt couldn’t help but feel triumphant with the new knowledge. He kissed over Sebastian’s face, holding tightly to him and undoubtedly receiving a few looks from people nearby.

“So,” asked Kurt breathlessly when he finally pulled back from his assault. “What are you doing for the next fifty or so years?”

Sebastian’s face stretched into a great, big, beautiful smile before he leaned in to capture Kurt’s lips with his own. Kurt smiled into the kiss which made it a little awkward for their lips to stay together but it didn’t matter. He ran his fingers through Sebastian’s soft hair and deepened the kiss, his body thrumming with happiness and excitement. Kurt Hummel could dream again.


YOU GUYS! I am filled with such a sense of accomplishment being able to tell you that this fic is complete. Wow! Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it. Thank you to those who took the time to leave comments, I really appreciate hearing back from you. A very special thank you to my betas who probably worked as hard on this fic as I have (if not harder) and without whom this fic would be a lot less coherent. They have just been amazing, amazing, amazing, reading and pointing out errors, and giving insights and sharing ideas and giving me back-pats and doing some hand-holding when I was unsure... I might not have taken ALL their advice at times, because, lets face it, I'm a stubborn idiot, but without their tireless efforts, those of you who enjoyed this fic probably wouldn't have, lol!!  So, yeah, thank you to my betas!

I have SO much headcannon for this story, it is INSANE! So, instead of driving myself crazy by attempting a sequel, I'm going to do a long-winded Q&A session on my blog! Please pop by idareu2bme on tumblr and assault my ask box with as many questions about this fic as you can think of. Thank you for humoring me!

Sher: separatrixseparatrix on October 3rd, 2012 02:40 am (UTC)
I must say, I've been stalking my e-mail all day waiting for this update! And it surely does not disappoint. I don't know if I can come up with questions and almost wish you'd decided on a sequel lol. :) In my imagination they end up very happily together and sickeningly domestic, never a dull moment between them! :)
Samdareu2beme on October 3rd, 2012 02:53 am (UTC)
thank you so much. Im so glad you enjoyed it
εïз dreaming of oceans while jumping in puddlesgoodbyetoyou on October 3rd, 2012 03:27 am (UTC)
omg i'm sad its over but so happy at the same time!
Samdareu2beme on October 3rd, 2012 02:25 pm (UTC)
thank you :D
msdarquemsdarque on October 3rd, 2012 09:02 am (UTC)
Interesting and oh so fun and hot ending! I just loved reading it, very fitting. :D
I'm sad it's over, but so glad for Kurt and Sebastian.
Congrats and kudos on finishing this wonderful piece of writing!
Samdareu2beme on October 3rd, 2012 02:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you, it means a lot to me! I really appreciate you reading a long and leaving comments every chapter. I always looked forward to them. Thanks.
Mas MustaffaMas Mustaffa on October 3rd, 2012 09:51 am (UTC)
I can't believe it's over... this whole journey with you & the boys are lovely, just wonderful. thank you for writing a wonderful story... just keep on writing.
Samdareu2beme on October 3rd, 2012 02:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I really appreciate you reading and taking the time to leave a comment. :D
Ni chan: thank youchono88 on October 3rd, 2012 12:43 pm (UTC)
I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this ride :)

I started this fanfic before I knew the movie, and when you were around Chapter 4 or so I watched it. And I sat there and said to myself: "But that was so much better in her fanfic" and "this was definitely more classy".
Though I wasn't the biggest fan of the main actress I fell in love with the movie nevertheless. I thought: well, I know the rough draft for the fanfic now. But you surprised me with your great and fitting changes. It makes your fanfic much classier and of course you have the adventage of Kurt and Sebastian xD

I'm currently writing Kurtbastian/Klaine potential fic based on the Manga Fruits Basket. And I can only hope that I can work it out as successfully as you did.

Kudos to your work and your writing style, you really know how to catch a reader's eye :))

Big Fan :))
Samdareu2beme on October 3rd, 2012 02:21 pm (UTC)
I want to just take this comment and wrap myself up in it because it makes me so happy. Thank you so much. Weee thank you!!!

Yeah, I'm not a fan of the actress they used as the main character of the movie and there were a lot of little things in the movie I didn't like, but I mean... Chris Evens naked... win. HAHA.

OOOOH FRUITS BASKET!!!!!!!!! They gonna turn into animals when they get touched? I'm excited for that!! You'll have to tell me when it is up.

Thanks again!
drplaneteerdrplaneteer on October 3rd, 2012 06:51 pm (UTC)
a fruit basket AU? oooohhh want that
drplaneteerdrplaneteer on October 3rd, 2012 03:28 pm (UTC)
I'm so sad this is over!! :C I'm going to miss it

but at least we got a happily ever after! and Kurt can fulfill his promise and marry to his real number 20 <3

I want to know so many things! I'll go to your ask and bother you with stupid questions :D
Samdareu2beme on October 3rd, 2012 03:41 pm (UTC)
yes, please do! I enjoy it! :D
sparrow_30sparrow_30 on October 3rd, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC)
This was so awesome and such a lovely ending, all the awards!

Also, I totally watched "What's your number in the gap between chapters 9 and 10 and your version is like a gazillion times better!
Samdareu2beme on October 3rd, 2012 07:14 pm (UTC)
awwww thank you so so so much :D
v.vdreamgoddessv on October 3rd, 2012 09:00 pm (UTC)
<3 <3 <3

I loved it.
Samdareu2beme on October 4th, 2012 02:45 am (UTC)
<3 i'm glad :D
iskra667: Kurt is not impressediskra667 on October 4th, 2012 12:40 am (UTC)
That bit was word-perfect:

How could he have possibly thought that he had any business spending all his time looking for someone to love him when he didn’t even love himself? Did he actually think it was someone else’s job to make him happy? He needed to be happy first; he needed to be content with himself and find happiness in his life and then... then he could find someone to share that happiness with. Kurt didn’t need some man to swoop in and save him, he needed to save himself.

I really enjoyed this story. It was sweet and uplifting but with bitterswet maturity, all grown up without forgetting youth ideals. You don't get many fics like this ;)

Samdareu2beme on October 4th, 2012 02:44 am (UTC)
WOW! High praise! Thank you! I really appreciate that.