The Smirky Meerkat, The Closeted Warthog, and the Brave Little Lion Part 1
Title: The Smirky Meerkat, The Closeted Warthog and the Brave Little Lion
Author: ducttapeofdoom
Pairing,Character(s): Kurtofsky, Seblaine, Niff, Warblers
Rating: M
Word Count: 33,389
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: After unexpectedly returning from France, Sebastian Smythe views his cousin Kurt Hummel's life and decides to fix what he sees has gone wrong: Kurt's childhood friendship with Dave Karofsky.
A/N: I've included links to Youtube for the songs within the story. For a couple of them, it would be recommended for you to listen to them either before or as you're reading the performances.
Part One
“I’d say ‘bye’, but I don’t want to offend you,” Blaine snapped as he stalked out of the Lima Bean. He was so upset that he didn’t notice the frank appreciation on the face of the customer that was entering as he was exiting.
The brunet that had entered the coffee shop headed for the counter first. Once he ordered his coffee, he turned so that he could see the entire shop. His lips quirked into a smirk as he saw a styled head of hair attached to a boy in a prep school uniform identical to that of the curly haired teen that had left moments before.
Once he got his coffee, he slowly walked up behind the preoccupied teen until he was directly behind him. “Hey Gay-face.”
Though Kurt couldn’t see the teen behind him, he recognized him immediately by voice and the unusual greeting. A smile broke out on his face. However, it couldn’t be heard in his voice as he spoke. “Hello Timon,” he said coldly.
The taller teen chuckled, not at all offended at being compared to a cartoon meerkat. He walked around to the other chair and sat down. Once settled, he didn’t speak. He just calmly sipped his coffee, knowing the silence would eventually drive Kurt crazy.
“What are you doing here?” Kurt eventually blurted, cursing the fact that the other knew him so well. “I thought you would be hopping from bed to bed in the French countryside until the summer.”
The smirk on the other’s face froze. “Got tired of it,” he said casually, in a tone that spoke volumes to Kurt.
“More like Pierre got tired of it and shipped you back to your dad,” he stated. “Leave it to Aunt Allison to marry the most homophobic Frenchman ever.” Kurt couldn’t understand Allison sometimes. She doesn’t do a thing about how her husband treats her son, but he knew that if Pierre said anything about her sister’s child, the French ass would be on the street by nightfall. Kurt mentally shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to marvel at his aunt’s hypocrisy. He reached across the table and gripped his cousin’s head. “I’m sorry Sebastian.”
Sebastian replied with a cocky grin that Kurt could immediately see through. He didn’t know why Sebastian continued to try and hide things from him, since Kurt knew him so well. “Bas,” Kurt said in a warning tone. Sebastian just threw out an even cockier smirk paired with an outrageous wink, causing Kurt to roll his eyes.
“So, how did you know to find me here?” Kurt asked, choosing to ignore his cousin’s avoidance.
“I called the shop and Uncle Burt said that you come here after school with a friend. And since I didn’t want to be around while Dad explained to his girlfriend that I would be around, especially since I’m pretty sure the gold digger is only a couple years older than us, I went looking for you.”
Kurt remembered his Uncle Thomas attending his birthday party the year before with a girl that had looked barely legal, so Kurt didn’t doubt the age of the girlfriend. He finished his coffee and looked at his cousin. However, before he could speak, Sebastian beat him to it.
“So, where’s Pumbaa? With the way the two of you were as kids, you should still be joined at the hip.”
“You know, he never liked being called a flatulent warthog,” Kurt said quietly.
Sebastian snorted. “And I enjoy being compared to a meerkat? Besides, the name had nothing to do with the fact that he was a chubby kid and you know it. You were Simba, the high voiced little prince and we were your sidekicks. Thus, Timon and Pumbaa.”
“And your giant crush on Nathan Lane played no part, right?” Kurt teased.
“I do not have a crush on Nathan Lane,” Sebastian protested.
“Uh huh,” Kurt deadpanned. “The fact that you own every one of his movies, cast albums, cds, and begged Uncle Thomas for season tickets to The Producers means nothing? And don’t think I don’t know about the tickets for The Addams Family either.” He snickered evilly at the deep red blush on Sebastian’s face. “You’re blushing,” he said gleefully.
Sebastian glared at Kurt. “Stop deflecting. Where is he?”
Kurt sighed and reached over for Sebastian’s coffee and drained it. “Dave and I are no longer friends.”
Sebastian’s jaw dropped. He raised a finger to let Kurt know to wait a moment. He grabbed Kurt’s cup to check out what his coffee order was before making his way to the counter. He had a feeling that more coffee would be needed for this conversation. Once the coffee was ready, he made his way back to the table. “What the hell happened? I was sure I was going to come back from France next year to find the two of you engaged or something. I mean, this was the kid that played house with us when the rest of the boys were running around like idiots on the playground.”
Kurt smiled slightly as he remembered the little boy that would play prince to Kurt’s princess and Sebastian’s knight/dragon depending on the game. “He always did like playing Power Rangers with us, even if all I wanted to do was plan weddings for them.”
Sebastian snorted. “He was always fond of pairing up Tommy with Billy but I remember you preferring Tommy and Jason. I never understood why you preferred the original cast, especially since by the time we were old enough to watch the show it was another cast.”
Kurt shrugged. “Blame Dad for picking up the first movie out of a bargain bin when I was three. And then, after I enjoyed it so much, grabbing all the tapes he could find including the “Green with Evil” series.” He didn’t mention the fact that he suspected that his Dad had so eagerly grabbed the tapes because it seemed like some kind of ‘straight’ show for Kurt to watch to offset the princess movies.
Sebastian remembered the Halloween where the three of them had gone as Power Rangers to the school party in sixth grade. Sebastian suspected that Uncle Burt and Aunt Elizabeth had arranged with their other friends to have a full 6 man team for that party. Kurt had been the pink ranger, Sebastian the red, Dave had been the green. When they had gotten to school that day, Artie Abrams had been the blue ranger, Tina Cohen-Chang had been the yellow, and Azimio Addams had been the black. The yellow and black rangers had been an homage to the original cast with the yellow ranger being played by a Chinese girl and the black ranger played by a black guy. The parents had conspired together to have the teacher take a picture of the kids. Sebastian still had it in his stuff that was being shipped back to his father’s house.
“You’re deflecting again,” Sebastian stated.
Kurt sighed. “Middle school happened. He joined football and the intramural hockey teams and the guys started pressuring him not to spend time with me. Eventually, he gave in.” He stared out the window and frowned. “It was fine until high school. It…hurt seeing him ignore me when he was such a big part in my life. But I could deal with it.”
“But?”
“But when we got to high school, the bullying started. I was tossed in the dumpster by the football team every day. I was locked in port-a-potties. Pee balloons were thrown at me and my lawn furniture was nailed to the roof.” He took a bracing gulp of coffee. “The bullying got worse this year. I was shoved into lockers every day except when Dad was in the hospital.”
“I’m sorry for not coming back then; Mom and I couldn’t get tickets in time to come back.”
“It’s okay Sebastian. Uncle Thomas kicked his flavor of the month out and made sure that I was taken care of.” That was something that none of his friends knew about that week. Carole had insisted that he stay at the Hudson’s house while Burt was in the hospital, but Kurt had insisted on staying at the hospital until Thomas had literally thrown Kurt over his shoulder to make sure Kurt ate and got some rest.
“So what was different about this year? It sounds like those kids at your school are real assholes. Do you need me to kick their asses?”
Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. “No Sebastian, that wouldn’t help anything. But the reason the bullying was worse this year was because Dave was my main tormentor. He kept shoving me into lockers.”
“That bitch,” Sebastian swore, his hand tightening on his cup. “Are you sure you don’t want me to kick his ass? I could you know.”
Kurt laughed again. “You should probably wait to see what he looks like now before offering that Bas.”
Sebastian just scoffed and waved it off. It’s not like he was a weakling, he played lacrosse and that was a full contact sport as much as football or hockey. Then he thought about it. Kurt, while not a full contact sport player, was strong from all the dancing and conditioning he went through to ensure that he was in shape. And he was apparently tossed around like a balloon while at McKinley. He also sensed that there was something about that time that Kurt didn’t want to discuss, so he decided to ignore it for the time being. “So, Dalton huh? I thought that you and Uncle Burt decided two years ago that you weren’t going to go there? Something about it being for stuck up trust fund babies and not for the son of a mechanic.”
Kurt snickered. “Well, I’m only one of those things,” he joked.
“Does that mean I get your trust fund?” Sebastian teased right back.
“Back off bitch. Mom left that to me and I’ll give up my clothes before I let you get to my trust fund,” Kurt snapped playfully.
“Can I have that in writing? Kurt Hummel has offered to give up his clothes,” Sebastian said loudly, looking around at the other customers.
“Bite me,” Kurt snapped. “Are you going back to Uncle Thomas’ place right away?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Dad said that he would text me when he was done,” he pulled out his cell phone to show that there hadn’t been any texts.
Kurt stood up. “Then come on. Carole is making dinner and I know she won’t mind making extra, especially with the way Finn eats. And you can finally meet them.”
Sebastian smiled. “The infamous Finn and Carole Hudson? I can’t wait.” The two threw away their cups and made for the door. “By the way, who was that delicious piece of man candy that was leaving as I got here? Please tell me he’s gay and available. Or not available. I’m not picky.”
“Oh I know you’re not picky,” Kurt snarked. He sighed and took his cousin’s arm. “That’s Blaine Anderson. He’s the first guy friend I’ve had since Dave who hasn’t been uncomfortable at times about my sexuality. He’s gay as well and single. And if you go after him and break his heart, I will let Santana cut your balls off and wear them as jewelry.”
Sebastian laughed loudly. He eyed the massive Navigator as Kurt walked around to the driver’s side. “If I didn’t shower with you in middle school, I would think that you were compensating for something with the car. I’m sure Uncle Burt had something to say about the car as well.”
Kurt pushed the button to unlock the doors. “You know Dad, safety for him, overstated grandeur for me. And the windshield looks even better now once it was replaced after Mercedes threw a brick through it.”
“Wait, what?” Sebastian stared blankly.
Kurt laughed. “Come on Bas, I’ll tell you the story on the way.”
XxXxX
Kurt threw open the door and stalked inside. “Carole! Dad? I’m home. And I brought a guest so please be on your best behavior Finn!”
“I’m a guest now Kurtis?” Sebastian asked, putting his coat on the rack.
“You call me that again Sebastian Smythe, I will call Santana in. She’s been itching to kick your ass since you called her fat in the fourth grade.”
“Like she remembers that,” Sebastian protested, stealing Kurt’s scarf and tossing it on the rack on top of his own coat.
“Be careful with that you animal! And you obviously don’t know anything about girls if you think that she doesn’t remember you calling her fat.”
“I’m gay, why the hell would I want to know anything about girls?”
Kurt only replied by rolling his eyes.
“Kurt?” a woman’s voice came from the kitchen.
Kurt walked over to the woman and hugged her tightly. “Carole this is my cousin Sebastian. He just moved back from France and I thought he could have dinner with us before he had to go back to his dad’s tonight.” He turned back to the lanky teen. “Sebastian, this is my step-mother Carole Hudson-Hummel. I saw his car, so her son Finn should be around here somewhere.”
As if he heard his name, a thundering sounded from the stairs as someone raced down them. “Did I hear Kurt?”
“What are you? An elephant?” Kurt screeched at his step-brother. Kurt reflexively fixed his hair, a habit that he thought that he had gotten rid of after sophomore year.
“Who’s he?” Finn asked, stopping short when he spotted Sebastian. He eyed the slightly shorter teen distrustfully, looking between Kurt and the stranger, wondering if there was something going on there.
Sebastian could almost see the wheels turning in the giant teen’s head and could practically smell the suspicion emanating from him. He put an arm around Kurt’s waist and pulled him close, just to fuck with the other teen. He chuckled quietly when he saw the guy’s eyes bug out of his head at the sight.
“Bas! God, why do you have to be such a dick?” Kurt snapped.
“Just part of my personality darling,” Sebastian purred, causing Kurt to roll his eyes.
“Sit your ass down and stop trying to traumatize my brother Bas. I’ll deal with you later. And Finn, this is my cousin Sebastian Smythe. He’s also an asshole and is just trying to jerk your chain.”
Finn grinned and tried not to sigh in relief. He was doing his best to not be freaked out about Kurt’s sexuality, but it was still a work in process. He walked over to the couch, where Sebastian had obediently moved to after being ordered, and held out his hand. “Finn Hudson. What side of the family are you from?”
Sebastian shook Finn’s hand. “Kurt’s mom’s side. Our mothers are sisters.”
Carole wanted to scold Kurt for his profanity, but it was interesting for her to see him act like a typical teenage boy for once. “Your dad should be home soon,” she told the boys. “Would you like a drink Sebastian?” she asked politely.
“I can get it Carole,” Sebastian said, acting like the well-bred young man he supposedly was. He stood, looking around as he noticed for the first time that they were at another house than the one he was used to. “You moved,” he said blankly.
“Took you a while to notice,” Kurt said softly. “The kitchen is through that way.”
Sebastian nodded and walked through the doorway, needing to take a moment to regroup. He had forgotten that the house he spent so much of his childhood in was sold and they had moved to a new house. It had just hit him at that moment that his aunt’s home was gone, the one that he had sung in with her, Kurt, and Dave during their Cub Scout meetings of three as children.
“Sebastian, are you okay?” Carole asked, resting her hand on the teen’s shoulder.
“Yeah. It just hit me at that moment that this isn’t my Aunt Elizabeth’s house. That I wasn’t going to move Uncle Burt’s chair and find the crayon drawing on the wall that Kurt and I did to piss off the babysitter when Aunt Elizabeth was in the hospital.”
“Oh hon.” Carole wrapped her arms around the upset teen and just hugged him for a moment.
Sebastian allowed himself to draw comfort from the embrace of a mother, even if she wasn’t his own. He also wasn’t crying but allowed himself to let out a small bit of the grief that was always lingering since the death of the woman who was more of a mother to him than his own had been.
In the background, there was the sound of Kurt and Finn fighting about whether or not Finn could enter the kitchen. Finn was protesting about being hungry and wanting to grab something to eat. Kurt was all but hissing threats at Finn to keep him out until Sebastian could pull himself together. Sebastian was tempted to laugh until another set of arms wrapped themselves around him and the scent of motor oil enveloped him. Despite managing to keep himself together before, Sebastian felt a sob sneak out. “Uncle Burt,” he sobbed, turning around in Carole’s arms to hug his uncle tightly.
Carole led the boys away from the kitchen to allow Burt a chance to comfort his nephew. Ten minutes later, the two reentered the living room, Sebastian wiping at his red eyes.
“You feeling better Bas?”
Sebastian nodded, but the look on his face screamed that he didn’t feel like talking about it. Kurt stood and grabbed the remote. “Why don’t you boys stay out here and watch something manly and sports-like, while Carole and I make dinner?” He tossed the remote to his brother and retreated to the kitchen before the wrestling for the remote began.
Kurt chatted idly with Carole as they made dinner. Every now and again he could hear shouts from the living room, but he didn’t bother paying attention to what they were saying. It was sports talk, nothing that Kurt would be interested in.
As he chopped, he whistled a familiar tune. Hakuna Matata. What a wonderful phrase…
XxXxX
Part Two
Author: ducttapeofdoom
Pairing,Character(s): Kurtofsky, Seblaine, Niff, Warblers
Rating: M
Word Count: 33,389
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: After unexpectedly returning from France, Sebastian Smythe views his cousin Kurt Hummel's life and decides to fix what he sees has gone wrong: Kurt's childhood friendship with Dave Karofsky.
A/N: I've included links to Youtube for the songs within the story. For a couple of them, it would be recommended for you to listen to them either before or as you're reading the performances.
Part One
“I’d say ‘bye’, but I don’t want to offend you,” Blaine snapped as he stalked out of the Lima Bean. He was so upset that he didn’t notice the frank appreciation on the face of the customer that was entering as he was exiting.
The brunet that had entered the coffee shop headed for the counter first. Once he ordered his coffee, he turned so that he could see the entire shop. His lips quirked into a smirk as he saw a styled head of hair attached to a boy in a prep school uniform identical to that of the curly haired teen that had left moments before.
Once he got his coffee, he slowly walked up behind the preoccupied teen until he was directly behind him. “Hey Gay-face.”
Though Kurt couldn’t see the teen behind him, he recognized him immediately by voice and the unusual greeting. A smile broke out on his face. However, it couldn’t be heard in his voice as he spoke. “Hello Timon,” he said coldly.
The taller teen chuckled, not at all offended at being compared to a cartoon meerkat. He walked around to the other chair and sat down. Once settled, he didn’t speak. He just calmly sipped his coffee, knowing the silence would eventually drive Kurt crazy.
“What are you doing here?” Kurt eventually blurted, cursing the fact that the other knew him so well. “I thought you would be hopping from bed to bed in the French countryside until the summer.”
The smirk on the other’s face froze. “Got tired of it,” he said casually, in a tone that spoke volumes to Kurt.
“More like Pierre got tired of it and shipped you back to your dad,” he stated. “Leave it to Aunt Allison to marry the most homophobic Frenchman ever.” Kurt couldn’t understand Allison sometimes. She doesn’t do a thing about how her husband treats her son, but he knew that if Pierre said anything about her sister’s child, the French ass would be on the street by nightfall. Kurt mentally shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to marvel at his aunt’s hypocrisy. He reached across the table and gripped his cousin’s head. “I’m sorry Sebastian.”
Sebastian replied with a cocky grin that Kurt could immediately see through. He didn’t know why Sebastian continued to try and hide things from him, since Kurt knew him so well. “Bas,” Kurt said in a warning tone. Sebastian just threw out an even cockier smirk paired with an outrageous wink, causing Kurt to roll his eyes.
“So, how did you know to find me here?” Kurt asked, choosing to ignore his cousin’s avoidance.
“I called the shop and Uncle Burt said that you come here after school with a friend. And since I didn’t want to be around while Dad explained to his girlfriend that I would be around, especially since I’m pretty sure the gold digger is only a couple years older than us, I went looking for you.”
Kurt remembered his Uncle Thomas attending his birthday party the year before with a girl that had looked barely legal, so Kurt didn’t doubt the age of the girlfriend. He finished his coffee and looked at his cousin. However, before he could speak, Sebastian beat him to it.
“So, where’s Pumbaa? With the way the two of you were as kids, you should still be joined at the hip.”
“You know, he never liked being called a flatulent warthog,” Kurt said quietly.
Sebastian snorted. “And I enjoy being compared to a meerkat? Besides, the name had nothing to do with the fact that he was a chubby kid and you know it. You were Simba, the high voiced little prince and we were your sidekicks. Thus, Timon and Pumbaa.”
“And your giant crush on Nathan Lane played no part, right?” Kurt teased.
“I do not have a crush on Nathan Lane,” Sebastian protested.
“Uh huh,” Kurt deadpanned. “The fact that you own every one of his movies, cast albums, cds, and begged Uncle Thomas for season tickets to The Producers means nothing? And don’t think I don’t know about the tickets for The Addams Family either.” He snickered evilly at the deep red blush on Sebastian’s face. “You’re blushing,” he said gleefully.
Sebastian glared at Kurt. “Stop deflecting. Where is he?”
Kurt sighed and reached over for Sebastian’s coffee and drained it. “Dave and I are no longer friends.”
Sebastian’s jaw dropped. He raised a finger to let Kurt know to wait a moment. He grabbed Kurt’s cup to check out what his coffee order was before making his way to the counter. He had a feeling that more coffee would be needed for this conversation. Once the coffee was ready, he made his way back to the table. “What the hell happened? I was sure I was going to come back from France next year to find the two of you engaged or something. I mean, this was the kid that played house with us when the rest of the boys were running around like idiots on the playground.”
Kurt smiled slightly as he remembered the little boy that would play prince to Kurt’s princess and Sebastian’s knight/dragon depending on the game. “He always did like playing Power Rangers with us, even if all I wanted to do was plan weddings for them.”
Sebastian snorted. “He was always fond of pairing up Tommy with Billy but I remember you preferring Tommy and Jason. I never understood why you preferred the original cast, especially since by the time we were old enough to watch the show it was another cast.”
Kurt shrugged. “Blame Dad for picking up the first movie out of a bargain bin when I was three. And then, after I enjoyed it so much, grabbing all the tapes he could find including the “Green with Evil” series.” He didn’t mention the fact that he suspected that his Dad had so eagerly grabbed the tapes because it seemed like some kind of ‘straight’ show for Kurt to watch to offset the princess movies.
Sebastian remembered the Halloween where the three of them had gone as Power Rangers to the school party in sixth grade. Sebastian suspected that Uncle Burt and Aunt Elizabeth had arranged with their other friends to have a full 6 man team for that party. Kurt had been the pink ranger, Sebastian the red, Dave had been the green. When they had gotten to school that day, Artie Abrams had been the blue ranger, Tina Cohen-Chang had been the yellow, and Azimio Addams had been the black. The yellow and black rangers had been an homage to the original cast with the yellow ranger being played by a Chinese girl and the black ranger played by a black guy. The parents had conspired together to have the teacher take a picture of the kids. Sebastian still had it in his stuff that was being shipped back to his father’s house.
“You’re deflecting again,” Sebastian stated.
Kurt sighed. “Middle school happened. He joined football and the intramural hockey teams and the guys started pressuring him not to spend time with me. Eventually, he gave in.” He stared out the window and frowned. “It was fine until high school. It…hurt seeing him ignore me when he was such a big part in my life. But I could deal with it.”
“But?”
“But when we got to high school, the bullying started. I was tossed in the dumpster by the football team every day. I was locked in port-a-potties. Pee balloons were thrown at me and my lawn furniture was nailed to the roof.” He took a bracing gulp of coffee. “The bullying got worse this year. I was shoved into lockers every day except when Dad was in the hospital.”
“I’m sorry for not coming back then; Mom and I couldn’t get tickets in time to come back.”
“It’s okay Sebastian. Uncle Thomas kicked his flavor of the month out and made sure that I was taken care of.” That was something that none of his friends knew about that week. Carole had insisted that he stay at the Hudson’s house while Burt was in the hospital, but Kurt had insisted on staying at the hospital until Thomas had literally thrown Kurt over his shoulder to make sure Kurt ate and got some rest.
“So what was different about this year? It sounds like those kids at your school are real assholes. Do you need me to kick their asses?”
Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. “No Sebastian, that wouldn’t help anything. But the reason the bullying was worse this year was because Dave was my main tormentor. He kept shoving me into lockers.”
“That bitch,” Sebastian swore, his hand tightening on his cup. “Are you sure you don’t want me to kick his ass? I could you know.”
Kurt laughed again. “You should probably wait to see what he looks like now before offering that Bas.”
Sebastian just scoffed and waved it off. It’s not like he was a weakling, he played lacrosse and that was a full contact sport as much as football or hockey. Then he thought about it. Kurt, while not a full contact sport player, was strong from all the dancing and conditioning he went through to ensure that he was in shape. And he was apparently tossed around like a balloon while at McKinley. He also sensed that there was something about that time that Kurt didn’t want to discuss, so he decided to ignore it for the time being. “So, Dalton huh? I thought that you and Uncle Burt decided two years ago that you weren’t going to go there? Something about it being for stuck up trust fund babies and not for the son of a mechanic.”
Kurt snickered. “Well, I’m only one of those things,” he joked.
“Does that mean I get your trust fund?” Sebastian teased right back.
“Back off bitch. Mom left that to me and I’ll give up my clothes before I let you get to my trust fund,” Kurt snapped playfully.
“Can I have that in writing? Kurt Hummel has offered to give up his clothes,” Sebastian said loudly, looking around at the other customers.
“Bite me,” Kurt snapped. “Are you going back to Uncle Thomas’ place right away?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Dad said that he would text me when he was done,” he pulled out his cell phone to show that there hadn’t been any texts.
Kurt stood up. “Then come on. Carole is making dinner and I know she won’t mind making extra, especially with the way Finn eats. And you can finally meet them.”
Sebastian smiled. “The infamous Finn and Carole Hudson? I can’t wait.” The two threw away their cups and made for the door. “By the way, who was that delicious piece of man candy that was leaving as I got here? Please tell me he’s gay and available. Or not available. I’m not picky.”
“Oh I know you’re not picky,” Kurt snarked. He sighed and took his cousin’s arm. “That’s Blaine Anderson. He’s the first guy friend I’ve had since Dave who hasn’t been uncomfortable at times about my sexuality. He’s gay as well and single. And if you go after him and break his heart, I will let Santana cut your balls off and wear them as jewelry.”
Sebastian laughed loudly. He eyed the massive Navigator as Kurt walked around to the driver’s side. “If I didn’t shower with you in middle school, I would think that you were compensating for something with the car. I’m sure Uncle Burt had something to say about the car as well.”
Kurt pushed the button to unlock the doors. “You know Dad, safety for him, overstated grandeur for me. And the windshield looks even better now once it was replaced after Mercedes threw a brick through it.”
“Wait, what?” Sebastian stared blankly.
Kurt laughed. “Come on Bas, I’ll tell you the story on the way.”
XxXxX
Kurt threw open the door and stalked inside. “Carole! Dad? I’m home. And I brought a guest so please be on your best behavior Finn!”
“I’m a guest now Kurtis?” Sebastian asked, putting his coat on the rack.
“You call me that again Sebastian Smythe, I will call Santana in. She’s been itching to kick your ass since you called her fat in the fourth grade.”
“Like she remembers that,” Sebastian protested, stealing Kurt’s scarf and tossing it on the rack on top of his own coat.
“Be careful with that you animal! And you obviously don’t know anything about girls if you think that she doesn’t remember you calling her fat.”
“I’m gay, why the hell would I want to know anything about girls?”
Kurt only replied by rolling his eyes.
“Kurt?” a woman’s voice came from the kitchen.
Kurt walked over to the woman and hugged her tightly. “Carole this is my cousin Sebastian. He just moved back from France and I thought he could have dinner with us before he had to go back to his dad’s tonight.” He turned back to the lanky teen. “Sebastian, this is my step-mother Carole Hudson-Hummel. I saw his car, so her son Finn should be around here somewhere.”
As if he heard his name, a thundering sounded from the stairs as someone raced down them. “Did I hear Kurt?”
“What are you? An elephant?” Kurt screeched at his step-brother. Kurt reflexively fixed his hair, a habit that he thought that he had gotten rid of after sophomore year.
“Who’s he?” Finn asked, stopping short when he spotted Sebastian. He eyed the slightly shorter teen distrustfully, looking between Kurt and the stranger, wondering if there was something going on there.
Sebastian could almost see the wheels turning in the giant teen’s head and could practically smell the suspicion emanating from him. He put an arm around Kurt’s waist and pulled him close, just to fuck with the other teen. He chuckled quietly when he saw the guy’s eyes bug out of his head at the sight.
“Bas! God, why do you have to be such a dick?” Kurt snapped.
“Just part of my personality darling,” Sebastian purred, causing Kurt to roll his eyes.
“Sit your ass down and stop trying to traumatize my brother Bas. I’ll deal with you later. And Finn, this is my cousin Sebastian Smythe. He’s also an asshole and is just trying to jerk your chain.”
Finn grinned and tried not to sigh in relief. He was doing his best to not be freaked out about Kurt’s sexuality, but it was still a work in process. He walked over to the couch, where Sebastian had obediently moved to after being ordered, and held out his hand. “Finn Hudson. What side of the family are you from?”
Sebastian shook Finn’s hand. “Kurt’s mom’s side. Our mothers are sisters.”
Carole wanted to scold Kurt for his profanity, but it was interesting for her to see him act like a typical teenage boy for once. “Your dad should be home soon,” she told the boys. “Would you like a drink Sebastian?” she asked politely.
“I can get it Carole,” Sebastian said, acting like the well-bred young man he supposedly was. He stood, looking around as he noticed for the first time that they were at another house than the one he was used to. “You moved,” he said blankly.
“Took you a while to notice,” Kurt said softly. “The kitchen is through that way.”
Sebastian nodded and walked through the doorway, needing to take a moment to regroup. He had forgotten that the house he spent so much of his childhood in was sold and they had moved to a new house. It had just hit him at that moment that his aunt’s home was gone, the one that he had sung in with her, Kurt, and Dave during their Cub Scout meetings of three as children.
“Sebastian, are you okay?” Carole asked, resting her hand on the teen’s shoulder.
“Yeah. It just hit me at that moment that this isn’t my Aunt Elizabeth’s house. That I wasn’t going to move Uncle Burt’s chair and find the crayon drawing on the wall that Kurt and I did to piss off the babysitter when Aunt Elizabeth was in the hospital.”
“Oh hon.” Carole wrapped her arms around the upset teen and just hugged him for a moment.
Sebastian allowed himself to draw comfort from the embrace of a mother, even if she wasn’t his own. He also wasn’t crying but allowed himself to let out a small bit of the grief that was always lingering since the death of the woman who was more of a mother to him than his own had been.
In the background, there was the sound of Kurt and Finn fighting about whether or not Finn could enter the kitchen. Finn was protesting about being hungry and wanting to grab something to eat. Kurt was all but hissing threats at Finn to keep him out until Sebastian could pull himself together. Sebastian was tempted to laugh until another set of arms wrapped themselves around him and the scent of motor oil enveloped him. Despite managing to keep himself together before, Sebastian felt a sob sneak out. “Uncle Burt,” he sobbed, turning around in Carole’s arms to hug his uncle tightly.
Carole led the boys away from the kitchen to allow Burt a chance to comfort his nephew. Ten minutes later, the two reentered the living room, Sebastian wiping at his red eyes.
“You feeling better Bas?”
Sebastian nodded, but the look on his face screamed that he didn’t feel like talking about it. Kurt stood and grabbed the remote. “Why don’t you boys stay out here and watch something manly and sports-like, while Carole and I make dinner?” He tossed the remote to his brother and retreated to the kitchen before the wrestling for the remote began.
Kurt chatted idly with Carole as they made dinner. Every now and again he could hear shouts from the living room, but he didn’t bother paying attention to what they were saying. It was sports talk, nothing that Kurt would be interested in.
As he chopped, he whistled a familiar tune. Hakuna Matata. What a wonderful phrase…
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Part Two