“Tell me you will stay.”
“Tell me you will stay.”
((Inspired by a kurtbastian pic inspired by a loved one’s passing. Props to the beautiful artwork, I’ll credit when I have a computer.))
Kurt dropped his bag and shook, turning to Sebastian who was taking off his jacket and hanging it up. He looked at his lover and immediately felt arms around his waist and tears pressed into his shoulder. “Don’t ever leave me.” Kurt’s voice was broken and sad. He gasped as he sobbed. Sebastian grabbed him and clutched on, fingers digging into the cloth of his coat.
“Baby, you know your dads in a good place, he’s happier up there.”
“I don’t BELIEVE in up there… Just-j-Just don’t leave me!” Sebastian grasped him tighter. “I love you and I don’t… I don’t want to go to your funeral.”
Sebastian lifted the male up and walked them to their bedroom. He laid him down slowly and crawled over him. “You’re not losing me anytime soon baby. And know, the moment one of us goes out, I’ll be watching after you either way. I love you.” He whispered and kissed his nose, his cheek, his chin.
Kurt sibbed louder and gasped for breath before Sebastian pressed his mouth over his, supplying his air and he grabbed him. “I’m here baby. I’m still here.” Sebastian said lifting above him a bit. Kurt stared at him, sadness in his eyes.
“I know what will make you feel better.”
“S-Sex is so not… not what I want right now.”
“I know… But… This is.” He turned on the tv, pressed play on the DVD as a filming of Wicked started. Kurt laughed and smiled, wiping away his tears. Sebastian never watched these with him. He quickly grabbed his wrist, looking at him desperately. “Tell me you will stay.”
“Forever.” Sebastian whispered laying down behind him, wrapping an arm over him as Kurt tried to smile.