So perfect I could cry

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After Kurt leaves, Sebastian flows through the mansion like a dreaming ghost smiling at everything and everybody probably scarring the maids for life. He finds Bianca in the kitchen chatting with their housekeeper and Chef Francesca who they call Fayot most of the time, because when Lizzie was still a toddler she couldn't pronounce her name and hated beans (witch Francesca forced her to eat) with such a passion she started using the word as an insult. The nickname slowly turned into an endearment and it stuck.

"Hello, beautiful ladies," he gives them a huge smile kissing Francesca on her cheek and hugging Bianca so enthusiastically she almost falls from her bar stool. She laughs patting him on the shoulder looking a little bit put out.

"What's gotten into you, rascal?" Fayot laughs boomingly sticking a plate of roast beef under his nose. Sebastian didn't realize he was hungry until his stomach growls loudly at the sight.

"He met an old friend today," Bianca answers for him, but the buxom cooker is shaking her head disapprovingly.

"No, no, young master is as happy as a pig in slop. There must be something more. Tell me, cupcake, who's this special friend of yours?" she demands and Sebastian can hear the quotation marks in her tone.

"Don't be silly, it's just Kurt," he tries to wave it off, but ruins it by avoiding eye contact. Francesca laughs joyfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Honey, you've never told me you like Kurt," Bianca sounds surprised and maybe a little bit disappointed.

"I didn't know I liked him, maman! I haven't seen him for eight years, but he's..." he pauses looking down at his plate with a sigh.

"I'm happy for you," Bianca stands up already finished with her meal and comes to stand behind her future step-son so she can squeeze his shoulders and press her cheek against his for a moment. "He's really amazing, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he is."

"Dear Lord, maybe we'll have two weddings instead of one," Francesca laughs again shaking her head while she scrubs a pan.

Sebastian chuckles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Kurt deserves so much better than him. Well, at least he can start making amends for the shitty things he did and said to him in the past. It's not like he wants to marry the fashionista (har har Fayot), but he wouldn't be opposed to spending more time with him. In private or you know – in bed.

Sebastian groans and lays his head next to his roast beef. He's so fucked.

On the plane home Kurt doesn't really bother enjoying the first class like he normally does. He keeps looking out of the window even though he can see only white fat clouds, his glass of wine completely forgotten. His bottom lip is raw and red from his teeth and he keeps ripping apart paper tissues until a flight attendant stops by to ask him if he's feeling fine.

Kurt is fine, more than fine actually and that's the reason why he's so nervous. Normally when things are looking good for him it means shit is about to hit the fan. Like that time when his first show had been delayed for half an hour, because some idiot lost one of the wedding dresses. Fortunately everybody loved his designs and nobody stayed mad for long, but it still left a mental scar on Kurt.

He doesn't deal with stress well. Maybe he looks all cool and collected, but if he doesn't have some kind of moral support he's always on the edge of a breakdown. His friends and family are usually there for him, but not always. Blaine was a great support till it lasted.

Kurt groans, looks at his wine and drowns it in one gulp. The nice stewardess who stopped by earlier looks worriedly at him, but he just waves his hand and gives her a false reassuring smile.

"Would you like a refill, sir?" she asks sweetly. He orders whiskey and she doesn't even blink.

Thinking about his cheating ex is no fun. Their relationship was hanging on a thread for a while and then Blaine killed it by sticking his dick into someone else. Kurt sneered. That jackass always wanted to bottom with him and suddenly it wasn't enough. The cherry on top was that he actually blamed Kurt; as if he was responsible for Blaine's actions when they weren't together.

The proposal was terrible. The aftermath even worse. For a while it seemed like no one was on his side (expect his father, Carole and Santana). It was all 'poor Blaine' and 'how could you; he's your soul mate'. Kurt hated it, but he wasn't sorry. It got easier as the time flew by. He met a few guys, but it never lasted. It didn't bother him, because his work was his lover and his designs were his babies and he simply didn't have time for much else.

Kurt just wished there was someone like Sebastian back then. The man didn't judge him; he was just supportive and kind, respecting Kurt's decisions. Sebastian would have been there for him, but he wasn't and they didn't know each other that well anyway. They're still practically a pair of strangers. One heartbreaking conversation over a cheesecake didn't change that.

Kurt frowns at his whiskey. He would like to get to know Sebastian better, but that doesn't mean he won't hit a wall. The alcohol burns his throat; he closes his eyes for a moment and falls asleep.

When Kurt's plane lands down a car is waiting for him with his lovely assistant in it.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"Hello, Tana. Yes, the flight was good, thanks for asking," he grimaces at his old friend and she hits his shoulder (hard) while giving the driver the directions.

"You were supposed to be here three hours ago, Porcelain," Santana frowns at him and then at her blackberry.

As it turned out Santana was the perfect material for an assistant. It's like working with the devil and Kurt hates most of the parties she forces him to go to, but she makes sure he knows the right people. She's helping him build his career and as he gets more famous her pay check grows fatter and fatter. Plus his designs look fabulous on her, making her a walking advertisement. It's a win-win for both parties.

"Hey, lady," she snaps fingers in front of his face, "are you even listening to me?"

"Not really, no," he sighs.

Santana looks at him funny. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"I've met Sebastian Smythe," he mumbles.

"The Meerkat?"

"The one and only," Kurt smirks at the old nickname.

"How does he look?"

"What? That's your first question? I thought you'd start swearing."

"Nah," she half-shrugs. "I bet he's hot as fuck now. I mean he was a catch back then, but we hated him at the time so to pay him compliments would probably look bad. And I don't do that anyway, although if we were straight and he wasn't such a jerk I'd totally fuck him," Santana chuckles.

Kurt sighs again, not even disturbed by his friend's lewdness, and smiles sadly.

"That bad, huh?"

"He's just so... I don't know," he groans looking at his palms. "It's so hard to connect him with that old Sebastian we used to know. I don't know this version, don't know what to expect. He told me about his childhood, I mean that's crazy, isn't it? And we ate cheesecake and chatted four hours about meaningful things, Santana. He's so perfect I could cry, but I still don't know if it's only an act or if he has really changed. And the fact I want to take my pants off every time he smiles doesn't really help," he almost shrieks at the end.

Santana takes both his hands, looks him dead in the eye and says: "Fuck him. Show him a really good time, Hummel and make Auntie Tana proud."

"I'm planning a wedding for his future step-mother," Kurt does shriek this time trying not to blush at the idea (and drool).

"So? She doesn't have to watch."

"Santana! What if I embarrass myself and it'll be all weird later? I have to work with her for almost a year and they live in the same house. If I fuck up it's not like I can avoid him."

"With ass like yours you could never embarrass yourself, hun," she smiles and Kurt can read between the lines. She's trying to be supportive in her own special way, but he's still not sure. Something doesn't feel right.

"I'm not even his type," he frowns.

"That's bullshit," Santana rolls her eyes. "I bet he started flirting the moment he saw you."

"Actually, he was very polite. He apologized and everything," Kurt smiles softly suddenly remembering a part of their conversation. Your face is beautiful.

"I say fuck him. You need to get laid anyway. How long has it been? Wait, I think I've written it down somewhere," says Santana and starts to go through her purse probably searching for her diary.

Kurt's not listening to her anymore. He's looking out the window at the same white fat clouds he saw from the plane with a soft smile. Even though he would very much like to fuck this new Sebastian through the mattress he's still not sure what the man's intentions towards him are. Maybe he just wants to make some amends and be friends.

You're drop dead gorgeous now.

Yeah, that doesn't sound really innocent. The old Sebastian liked a good chase, no strings attached. Kurt can give him that and surely make his Auntie Tana proud in the process. He just hopes he won't fall in love along the way.