Mad World

The Meeting

Women in ball gowns, men in tuxes and everyone wearing a mask.
Kurt shuffles through the mass of bodies to the double doors.
"Air," he breaths in. He removes his itchy mask and sits on the edge of a fountain. He looks back at the huge mansion in disgust.
"I believe the point in a theme, is to follow it." A voice says coming from the shadows. Kurt jumps.
"I believe the point in a party, is to have fun." Kurt snips back. The man laughs. Kurt sees he is about Kurts age, taller, with brown hair. The mask hides his face.
"You're not having fun?" He asks. Kurt sighs.
"I don't understand how this is for charity with a mansion like this." Kurt grumbles. The boy laughs.
"Snipety and nosy, you sure are something else." The boy muses. Kurt looks at him.
"You'd think you've never met another human." Kurt jokes. Sebastian grimaces.
"I never leave the house, my parents are in an interesting business..." The boy stops himself.
"That sucks! I'm always being drug around! Like tonight, my annoying friend Rachel came to 'give to those less fortunate than myself.' God she's unbearable!" Kurt groans.
"Well, something good came out of this." Sebastian smirks.
"Let me guess, I bared my soul to a complete stranger whose probably a creepy serial killer." Kurt laughs.
"Close, you bared your soul to me. A friendly host, whose party sucks." He laughs back. Kurt gawks.
"Oh god! Host! I'm...I'm...uh.." Kurt stumbles over his words standing. Putting him inches in front of the boy.
"Don't fret, I hate these charity parties anyway. But just to clear the air, it does go to charity. A different charity...but nevertheless." Sebastian smiles. Kurt smiles softly back.
"I'm Kurt." He says shaking his head extending a hand.
"I'm Sebastian." The boy replies removing his mask. His eyes were piercing green.

Instead he kisses Kurt, and Kurt kisses him back.

Kurt bolts awake. It was another dream. A memory.

He gets out of bed and goes into the hall. Opening the next door and he smiles at his daughter. Sound asleep, safe.

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Sebastain is first to pull away.
"You sure are something else, Kurt Hummel." He whispers against the boys lips. Kurt opens his eyes and Sebastain momentarily forgets how to breath, again.
"I'm beginning to think, so are you." Kurt whispers back. His voice sending shivers down his spine.
"Sebastain Andrew Smythe!" A loud voice yells.
"Smythe!" Kurt jumps back as if shocked. Sebastain pales.
"Yea...about that...." He says words failing him. Smythe, the most feared name there was.
"Rachel! I'm going to kill her, how did she get mixed up in THIS!" Kurt says backing away.
"Kurt, please...it's not what you think! Just let me explain!" He pleas. Kurt looks torn, between running and staying.
"What my father does, that's not me! I have nothing to do with the business!" Sebastain says. Kurt hooks onto everyword.
"But one day, that will be you. I don't know much about how the mob works, but I know it's a family business!" Kurt hisses.
"And we will face that day together. I know we just met Kurt but I've never felt like this. You're so honest, brutally really. Your sarcasm is humorous, yet enduring. And right now I can't focus on anything else but you standing here in front of me. Please give us a chance." He says holding Kurts hand. Kurt sighs.
"Damn you Smythe." Kurt says before kissing him.

Sebastain wakes up. The feeling of Kurts lips on his still there. Even though that was years ago. Now Kurt is gone. Their daughter is gone with him. They've been gone for 4 months.