Kurt couldn’t help but grip the present in his hands slightly tighter as he stands in front of Sebastian’s house mansion, waiting for the doors to open and allowing him to enter. His boyfriend, beside him, couldn’t hide his nervousness either, the telltale sign of shifting his weight between his legs while gripping tightly on to Kurt’s arm.
The boys were back for the holidays and it was officially “meet the parents” season. Sebastian decided it was more appropriate to pick Kurt up from the Hudmels, since they would be making their way back to New York the day after so it made sense for Kurt to spend the night as the Smythe’s residence.
But just because it made sense doesn’t make Kurt any less reluctant to actually agree with the arrangement. It was no secret that Sebastian came from old money and as much as Kurt hates judging people before actually meeting them, Kurt experiences with families of old money had never been one to rave about.
And something tells him that today’s dinner was not going to be any different.
Finally, a soft click could be heard and the door opened wide. With a blink of an eye, Sebastian’s hold on Kurt was removed and his boyfriend was engulfed in a hug.
“Oof,” Sebastian grunted out as a woman swayed him from side to side.
“Oh mon bébé!” the woman cried in French, “how dare you’ve decided to only visit after so long! Come in, come in, it’s cold!”
The woman dragged Sebastian in and Kurt quickly followed suit to prevent himself from accidentally getting locked out. After getting over his initial shock, Kurt couldn’t help but smile softly at the scene being displayed in front of him. Sebastian desperately trying to explain himself while allowing the woman, who Kurt presumed to be Sebastian’s mother, to flail him around like a ragtag doll.
“Maman, you’re embarrassing me,” Sebastian said as he smiled through gritted teeth.
He nudged his head towards Kurt’s direction to which Sebastian’s mother followed. Kurt plastered his best smile and opted to give Sebastian’s mother a wave in greeting, seeing as how her arms are still wrapped around her son.
However, when the same sentiments were obviously not returned, Kurt’s smiled dimmed a little and he awkwardly placed his hand down.
“Mrs Smythe, I’m Kurt Hummel and I brought you a little gift as a thank you for inviting me for dinner and letting me stay in your beautiful home,” Kurt said as he gestured his surrounding, the walls were adorned with paintings and family portraits, flowers in vases placed on every empty surface and a clear colour scheme could be observed (at least from where Kurt could see).
“I didn’t invite him here,” Mrs Smythe turned to Sebastian, raising an eyebrow quizzically, “if I knew this was our guest, I would have said no.”
Kurt’s jaw dropped at the bluntness of the comment. And even if Mrs Smythe thought Kurt couldn’t speak French, the sheer rudeness of speaking that way to her son’s guest was slightly appalling.
“When you told me your boyfriend was coming over, I expected something...”
“Maman!” Sebastian hissed, hoping that Kurt didn’t catch the comment or simply let it...
“Expected something more?” Kurt smoothly replied in French, quickly plastering back his smile, “or do you mean rich?”
Sebastian closed his eyes and let out a groan. He removed himself from his mother’s embraced and quickly walked over to Kurt, putting his arm around his shoulder, soothingly rubbing his arm in hopes to placate him.
“You may call me Célia, Kurt. Mrs Smythe sounds a little... dreary, don’t you think?” Célia asked in a light French accent, a stiff smile placed on her face, completely brushing off Kurt’s comment, “you may place the gift at the dining room table. My son can show you the way.”
“Tonight’s dinner will start at 7pm sharp,” she told both boys, eyes lingering on Kurt longer before turning her attention to Sebastian, “thank god I’ve invited some of my friends to dinner tonight. Please wear your sharpest suit dear.”
Célia took one more look through of Kurt before turning around and heading off further into the house. Once she was out of sight, Kurt spun around to stare at Sebastian.
“She does know that I speak French right?” Kurt asked incredulously, “and even if you hadn’t told her, I would think that that exchange might have hinted something?”
Sebastian shrugged weakly, “don’t worry so much about her alright? It’s just one night and you probably wouldn’t see her much at tonight’s dinner.”
“Shhhh,” Sebastian placed a quick peck on Kurt’s lips, “it’s easier to just go along with what she says. We don’t we just go to our room and unwind while I get somebody to retrieve our luggages?”
Kurt pouted but knowing it was tasteless to complain about someone’s mother to that someone. Instead, Kurt sucked it up and nodded reluctantly.
“That’s my baby,” Sebastian softly said, pressing a kiss at the top of Kurt’s head, “now, let’s go.”
Sebastian stuck out his hand which Kurt grabbed and the couple made their way to their room, with Sebastian sharing little stories here and there whenever they went past certain part of the house.
Dinner was miserable. It was one thing to be stuck in a house with one prissy rich stuck up but to have an entire house filled with them was a whole other level. It was as if these people could smell poor on him and made no attempts to socialise with him, always opting to talk to his boyfriend instead.
And Kurt finally understood why was Célia so thankful she invited her friends over. Because if Célia has a gay son, what are the odd of her friends having gay sons as well?
Apparently two in every five people introduced. What on earth were these women drinking when they were conceiving? And the audacity these women seem have is astounding.
“You know Sebastian, my son recently broke up with his boyfriend and he’s open in finding ways to get over him,” a woman with matching pearl earring and necklace hinted as she subtly pointed to another man a few distance away who was looking at them.
Kurt patiently waited for Sebastian to politely decline, stating that he was in a serious, long-term, monogamous relationship with him but if Kurt were to hold his breath for it, he wouldn’t be able to last through the other men that was introduced to Sebastian.
“I appreciate the push Katherine but I’m going to be in New York soon, so I don’t think anything’s possible,” Sebastian apologised to which Katherine waved off the apology with a smile and gave Sebastian a quick kiss on the cheek. The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before Katherine went away to say hello to someone else.
Kurt stares at his boyfriend in shock, feeling slightly hurt at what Sebastian said. It wasn’t as if Sebastian accepted the offer but then again, he didn’t really decline it either. Maybe it was a one off thing. Or maybe it’s just rich people culture and that’s how rich people decline each other.
“I’m sorry Marie but my heart isn’t in the right place now for a relationship.” Sebastian explained to one.
“Maybe when the timing is better, Sophía,” Sebastian promised to another.
“Maybe some other time, Ella,” Sebastian promised.
But it was between the third woman and the sixth woman when Kurt realized that he and Sebastian have had an audience the entire time and it wasn’t rich people culture to decline date offers, it was simply Sebastian’s way and he had a vague idea on the reason why.
Once woman number eight was done introducing her son and Sebastian not accepting but also not declining the offer, Kurt tugged Sebastian towards a quieter place where he was sure a certain Smythe won’t be eavesdropping.
“You knew what your mother was doing,” Kurt accused, not beating around the bush.
Kurt looked around making sure he didn’t catch the attention of other guests, being mindful of keeping his volume low, “your mother has been sending her friends to introduce their sons to you and you’re just giving them false hopes and completely sidelining me!”
“Of course I know that Kurt,” Sebastian tiredly said, not in the mood into getting a fight with Kurt, “I’ve already told you, it’s just easier to go along with my mother than try and start a ruckus.”
“I know my mother. I know all of her tricks and it’s pointless in trying to fight it or convince her otherwise.”
Kurt immediately closed his mouth shut, staring at Sebastian, eyes wounded at the implication of Sebastian’s words.
“So it’s pointless trying to convince your mother that you’re in a committed relationship with me and have no interest in her set ups,” Kurt interrupted, nodding to himself as though he was finally getting the entire picture.
“Kurt, that’s not what I mean...” Sebastian said as he reach out to grabbed Kurt’s arm to which he swiftly pulled away.
“Well then, I don’t see why my presence is any necessary here,” Kurt stated, voice wobbly as quickly wiping away a few stray tears down his cheeks.
“I’ll be in our room if you need me,” Kurt paused, “don’t need me.”
And it took all of Kurt’s willpower to not run towards and hold off his breakdown till he was safe in his room.
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