A/N: Hi!After you read this chapter, I just need to know: Did you see this coming? Because I think if I got it right the way I wanted it you shouldn't have. I like surprising you my readers after all. And I hope, very much, that you indeed do like surprises. Have a hopefully intriguing read now!

What is Love?

3: Baba

There are awkward stares for a moment, and Kurt gripping Blaine's hand tighter as Sara's father, Tom, enters the living room with Santana, Brittany, Kurt and Blaine not half an hour later.

The boy next to Sara is no longer in his Dalton uniform, has changed out of it twenty minutes ago, like his aunt had asked him to, so nothing would get on the new blazer for the whole new year of school, saying, "I know it looks nice, but these things are a," she had mouthed at the boy, so Sara would not hear, "bitch to clean."

Kurt and Blaine are, a moment later, still just standing there, open-mouthed, and eyes locked with the teenage boy, the still Warbler, his name, just spoken by Tom still ringing in their ears.

Brittany - only eyes for Sara's bright blue skirt, and the girl's big eyes, filled with the same wonder Brittany herself has somehow preserved from childhood - is waving and smiling at the girl, while Santana ….

Santana, is a whole different story. Kurt has to physically hold an arm in front of her, giving her a look, saying it all, 'Tana, not here. We are here for Sara.'

If Tom notices the tension between the five teenagers in the room he does not say anything there and then. And he anyway gets distracted by Brittany's question, "How old is she?"

"Sara only just turned six, but sometimes she can seem much older. Especially with all the questions she loves to ask so much. Kurt and Blaine can already tell you a thing or two about that," Tom adds turning to them with a smile.

During dinner though they run out of distractions and there remains no question anymore, the conversation is just all too polite and , well, dead, in so many ways, with the boy just sitting there silently, only huffing from time to time, that if Sara did not keep asking their guests questions the atmosphere, quickly spreading, would be utterly unbearable by now.

Michelle and Tom can just sit there and wonder for the biggest part.

"Brit-Brit, does kissing Tana taste like candy?"

"Mmh," Brittany hums with a bright smile, "Like cherry. But not those cough drops my mom still makes me take when I get all sniffly. Tana tastes like cherry and sugar all ov…."

"Sara!" Kurt suddenly blurts himself wide-eyed, "Wanna know what kissing Blaine tastes like?"

Sara nods, after a quick look to her parents who smile approvingly, and looks between Kurt and Blaine, then, who is blushing wildly, himself unsure what Kurt is about to say.

"Don't all boys taste like armpits?" Brittany whispers to Santana, and Tom and Michelle, sitting closest to them, burst out laughing almost hysterically for a moment, Sara looking at all of them wide-eyed like they are crazy before looking back at Kurt and Blaine, "What does kissing a boy taste like?"

"Kurt tastes like vanilla cookie dough ice cream, a lot. Probably because he love eating it so much."

"And Blaine tastes like cinnamon, probably because he loves to put it in his hot chocolates."

"You two are silly," Sara, says shaking her head and adds, encouraged by the wide loving grin she finds on Santana's face, looking over, "Nothing tastes as good as cookie dough ice cream, only … cookie dough ice cream! Yum!"

Santana is laughing her loudest laugh at the declaration. And Brittany murmurs, "Lord Tubbington makes the best cookie dough ice cream there is," which has Santana laughing only more, and whisper a moment later for only Brittany to hear, "So is that what he was making when you cut that video of us and showed him jumping around in the kitchen?"

Then Santana quickly turns to Sara, who is clearly still thinking about that ice cream if the smile and dreamy look on her face is any indication, "Oh, and Sara, Brittany tastes like lemon sherbet. I love lemon sherbet. I have always loved lemon sherbet, always will."

"You just love Brit-Brit. It's okay, you can say it. I know no one loves lemon sherbet that much," Sara says now a more serious look on her face.

"You people are ridiculous."

Tom and Michelle, are the first to look over at the boy sitting in his chair at the table, between Sara and Michelle.

"What!? Listen to yourselves."

The tone in his voice '… hurt?' Tom cannot help but think.

"Baba, they are just trying to help us help Sara understand she can lov…," Michelle says, softly placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

He wordlessly shrugs her hand off, pulling even more back into himself.

Kurt has never known how to talk to this particular person, so, like before in conversations involving him he always turned towards Blaine, when he too was present, so he now turns to Sara's father, "I'm surprised, Tom, I mean … confused, in a way. With Sebastian here, … has he never tried to talk to Sara about …."

"Oh my gosh, HUMMEL!" Sebastian suddenly interrupts him then starring down at his plate, fire-hydrant-red faced.

"What is happening, Mom?" Sara asks in a small worried voice. Looking at Sebastian, "Baba?"

Sebastian sits frozen, eyes squeezed shut tight, shoulders almost drawn up to his ears now, as he can feel everyone's gaze on him, and knowing everything is just now moving into place in his aunt's and uncle's head.

"Sebastian likes kissing boys too, Sara," Michelle softly says, eyes still slightly widened in surprise, and carefully watching Sebastian all the while saying this.

Sara gets up, walks over to Sebastian and throws her little arms around one of his. Sebastian flinches at the touch but does not move away. She tugs at his arm held in hers, pulls his ear a little closer to her mouth, "But that is good, Baba. You can love Kurt and Blaine, and you can kiss, and you will be happy. They are happy."

"Not how it works, Sasa." Sebastian replies outwardly far too quiet.

She frowns, "You do like kissing boys, right? Like mom said."

It is a strangely strangled "I do. … I, I lik…," but before he can bring the words out he is shaking his head at himself. "I don't kiss," and there is a bitterness in his words that has Tom's insides run cold.

"See, that is why you aren't happy. You should kiss Kurt. Kurt is happy. And I saw him kissing Blaine earlier, and Blaine is happy too. Blaine always looks happy when Kurt kisses him. Maybe, though, he has just smuggled candy in and had some before dinner when no one was looking. One never knows. Candy makes me happy."

Sebastian's filter is almost turned off now, "I do … stuff … with boys, I don't kiss."

Michelle looks worried for a moment, but Tom's look speaks of trust, trust that Sebastian remembers, still, who he is talking to.

"Stuff? Like puzzle?"

"I, um, … I hug them really close."

"That sounds nice, Kurt and Blaine hug. A LOT!" Sara replies.

Kurt elbows Santana into her side just in time to stop her from adding, "Oh yeah? Brit and I hug A LOT too," with way too much sass in her voice.

Sebastian's voice is rough with what everyone else at the table can only assume to be pushed down tears clinging to his vocal cords, "… but I always have to let go. I … I'm not allowed to hold on, I'm … I'm not…."

"Sebastian?" Tom tries.

Sebastian just shakes his head for a moment, then, "I'm not a-allowed to hold on. I'm not allowed to love."

"Sebastian, it's okay," Michelle tries.

"Baba?" Sara asks, voice shaking and tears forming in her own eyes as she sees Sebastian's face wet with tears now.

"But I'm not allowed to love anyone. I'm not allowed to love."

Tom gets up, after a short silent exchange with Michelle, eyes alone. He carefully walks over to Sebastian, says, "I'm not my brother," before gently placing a hand on Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian flinches nonetheless. And Sara reluctantly lets go of her cousin.

"Wanna talk in the kitchen for a moment?"

Sebastian just nods shakily as he gets up, eyes open again but not looking up once until he and his uncle disappear out of the others' sight.

"Don't take Sara away from me. She is the only, the only good …."

In the next second Sebastian and his thoughts are all swallowed up by the warm hug he is embraced in. "Why didn't you tell us? It's okay. Gosh, I wish we'd live in a damn world already in which I wouldn't have to tell you that. In this world, our world, I need you to know, it's more than okay. I love you only more for being brave enough to open up to all possibilities of yourself. I was with men in my life, that I ended up with a woman, your aunt, for me it has nothing to do with her body. It is okay to love someone full-heartedly, it's okay. I know my brother is not teaching you that, but I had hoped you'd know anyway … somehow."

"No one ever told me …."

"I know, Baba, and I am so sorry I didn't before. Please trust me."

"But I'm not allowed to love anyone," Sebastian sounds utterly broken.

"Shit. He said that. Didn't he? Is that what he said when you came out to him?" Sebastian starting to tremble in his arms is all answer Tom needs. "He said that," Tom repeats still shaking his head in anger and disbelief, hugging Sebastian closer, the boy slowly starting to hug back. "Don't, Baba. Please, Baba, don't listen to him."

A/N: The storyline ever since chapter two was inspired by a review from jetsonastro24, !Thank you! Originally I had not even considered for once making Sebastian part of Sara's story, but then I got that review and suddenly my mind went 'WOW, I have this great idea, M. Listen to this …!'

So here we are (Now Darren's Don't You is, naturally, running through my mind:). And I have to say, I just love Sebastian in this, absolutely love him. I can so identify with him – having to listen to the same crap over and over, it seeps so deep into you that you cannot even be yourself around people anymore who obviously care about you, and to me that is just … one of the worst things that can be done to your mind, turning it to work against you. PLEASE tell me that came across, that you could feel that too in this story! Could you? If not let me know too please, because I really want it to come across, and am totally in for reworking this story with the help of your feedback until it does come across. Your advice helps me so much in becoming a better writer.

If you are interested in more of Sara's or Sebastian's, Tom and Michelle's world I would love to know, so maybe one day (soon) I could write more. I'd love to, too.

Thank you for reading all this, but especially the story. I absolutely loved writing it all. Because it really really means something (and then some, okay, a lot, more) to me.

xo AweSoMeLAgain