Summary: It was Sebastian’s and Kurt’s first official New Years Day together. Sebastian couldn’t help but reminisce the night before that led to today.
A/N: I couldn’t help but write something small to end the Hummelholiday prompts thingy and end the year with something. I just want to extend my deepest gratitude to everyone who have liked, reblogged and took the effort to drop a comment on my fics. It honestly means the world to me that someone out there is enjoying something that I wrote. Thank you for sticking around this year and hopefully you’ll continue to stick around in 2018 <3 Now off to this little ficlet!
Sunlight peeked through the window pane, lighting up the bedroom where two intertwined men were sleeping soundly, without a care in the world. Empty bottles of alcohol were thrown haphazardly across the bedroom floor, alongside random specks of glitter in every imaginable colour. Polaroids that were strung across the cork board near the opened, swung slightly to the breeze that was gently blowing into the room. Despite the state of chaos the room seemed to be, there was nothing but peacefulness and serenity in the atmosphere.
It was the taller and tanner man of the two that decided it was time to wake up. Slowly stirring up from his deep slumber, Sebastian scrunched his face as he cracked open an eye, not appreciating the sunlight on his face one bit. He lifted his head up for a quick second, only to lie back down when he decided that he wasn’t ready to commit to a hundred percent consciousness. Instead, he pulled the man wrapped in his arms, closer, placing a chaste kiss on the latter’s forehead. With one hand wrapped around his lover’s waist, the other slowly making way to his hand.
Kurt stared nervously in Sebastian’s eyes, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by everything, the dinner, the confessions, the promises, the man himself. It probably didn’t helped that he consumed what he was pretty sure to be 4 bottles of alcohol throughout dinner.
“I don’t want us to be a one time thing Kurt,” Sebastian pleaded, effectively preventing Kurt from escaping by backing him to the balcony.
“This isn’t the alcohol talking.”
“Or the fact it’s New Year’s Eve and I want to be the one you’re kissing to end and start the year.”
“Or my friends conspiring against me that you are a good thing.”
“But you are a good thing that I want and need now, tomorrow and the day after.”
“I want to be the one that going to be cleaning up all this shit in my apartment with you tomorrow morning.”
Kurt stared Sebastian, heart beating wildly in his chest as memories and images quickly started flashing in his mind as it races to make a decision. Unofficial dates, a second longer lingering of hugs, handholding, staring…
Sebastian felt himself being pulled towards Kurt, a hand around his neck, another gently caressing the side of his face.
Mumbling softly against his lips, Sebastian heard a muffled “Happy New Year” before he himself cupped Kurt’s face, deepening the kiss.
Smiling at the memories of last night, Sebastian gently squeezed the hands in his, three times as he went back to slumber, his heart for once feeling full yet light at the same time.
