I'm Sebastian Smythe, a 21 year old pre-law student living in the only city in the US worth a shit, New York. I'm studying at NYU and I love it there. You may remember me if you went to Dalton Academy, I was the Captain of the Warblers and the lacrosse team. You may also remember me if you went to the same school as me in France.
I live with my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel, who also happens to be the love of my life. My dog Jett also resides with us, and he's way cooler than any other dog I know of.
As the taxi moved, Kurt listened to what it was that Sebastian was saying about the plan he had. Although the others attention was on where the driver was going, making sure that they were going in the right direction, Kurt knew Sebastian well enough to know that he was already probably smirking about the idea he had in his mind. Kurt had to admit however that it was a rather good plan. "Oh really?" Kurt asked, keeping his voice at the right volume so that Sebastian could hear him talking, but the driver couldn’t. He couldn’t help but smile himself at Sebastian’s idea, squeezing the others hand once more as a sign to show that he had heard him, before looking over in his direction, noticing that Sebastian’s attention was still on the window and the road outside. "I guess that you’ll have to hope that none of your friends have the same idea as you then." He replied. ”Otherwise they’ll be a lot of people sneaking out thinking that everyone else is asleep.”
It wasn’t long until they arrived at where they had to be, and Kurt realised that he wasn’t overly familiar of the street they were on. That was one of the the things about living in such a large and busy city; there were so many different streets to explore, and Kurt usually just kept to the ones he already knew. It was a rather nice neighbourhood though all the same, much nicer than some of the places he could recall spotting around when he used to live in Bushwick. When Sebastian and the driver moved to get out of the taxi Kurt did too, continuing to cast his eyes over the apartments around him. "I really shouldn’t be surprised of how nice this neighbourhood is, should I?" Kurt asked with a tone of cheerful humour to his words, turning back to look at Sebastian. "Especially not since the majority of your college friends live in lovely apartments of their own too." He was waiting for when the taxi driver would be finished with their things, so that he could follow Sebastian to where it was that they had to be to meet his friend.
Sebastian hadn't thought about the fact that other people might want to sneak out. They would have to do it the first night. 'We have to do it, babe. It will be so fun. Like we're fumbling teenagers again, only this time we're engaged.' Sebastian laughed to himself, thinking of times when sneaking out to have sex was a regular habit for him. He was so much happier being where he was right now than he was back then. He thought to the cool, serene water that would be surrounding the lakehouse and grinned. 'I've always wanted to give a blow job in the water,' he said, halfway inwardly. His grin was shadowed by the look behind his eyes. He was imagining it now, and he was pretty pumped for this vacation now.
Sebastian shook his head. Sebastian's friends were all very uppity and well off. 'Nope. You're hanging with a bunch of spoiled rich kids for the weekend, love.' Sebastian knew it was true. They were all trust fund kids, and that was one of the things that they bonded so well over. He grabbed their bags out of the back of the car and went up to the door to greet Tanner. He opened it and smiled. 'Hey, dude!' Sebastian gave him a handshake. 'This is Kurt, my fiance.' He still loved saying that.
"I like being prepared," Kurt replied, knowing that Sebastian was, as always, amused by his habits when it came to packing. "It might just be two nights, but you never know what you might need." He let Sebastian take the bag from him then, noticing him reach over to scoop Jett up quickly to say goodbye. Kurt moved over to them so that he could scratch behind the dogs ears, before following after Sebastian out of the apartment and down to the busy city street.
They eventually settled into their seats, and after Sebastian had given the address of where they were heading, the two of them enjoyed what was a short ride in the taxi. Kurt squeezed back on the hand that was holding his, turning his attention to Sebastian and responding to the others grin with his own warm smile. He knew it wouldn’t be long until they arrived at his friends place, and from there they would make their way to the cottage that they would be staying at over the next few days, so Kurt found that the time alone together was relaxing, in a way. He knew Sebastian was excited, and that in turn made Kurt excited somewhat, and when Sebastian started talking about a plan he had about sneaking away during the night to visit a lake, Kurt couldn’t help but give a small little chuckle. "A plan, huh?" Kurt asked, amusement laced into his words. "Am I allowed to know anything about this plan of yours then, or are you going to be secretive about it until later?"
Sebastian looked down at Kurt's bags and then back up at him. He chuckled slightly and nodded, dropping the conversation. He didn't think a real argument could sprout out of this, but then again, he didn't really know if it could or not. 'I brought all the protection. Bug spray, sunscreen, and our favorite kind of protection.' Sebastian winked so Kurt would catch his drift, but he figured the other boy probably already had.
Sebastian watched the road carefully to make sure that the driver was going the right way, but he managed to be engaged with Kurt as well. It was a skill that all New Yorkers needed to be in tune with, given the fact that some cab drivers were pretty shady. Tanner would love Kurt, and so would his girlfriend, Penelope. They were both business majors, but Tanner's sense of style was so good that he probably could have gone to fashion school if he wanted to. Tanner was the one that Sebastian thought might be gay out of the group, only to find out that he was not gay at all. 'You can know the plan. We're going to wait until everyone's sleeping tonight. We have to do it tonight because everyone will be tired. We're going to go out to the lake. We're going to take off our clothes. And we're gonna skinny dip.' Sebastian thought it was a wonderful plan, and he smiled to himself as they arrived at Tanner's.
Kurt couldn’t help the way that he smiled back brightly at Sebastian himself, finding the others smile contagious. He was about to reply before Sebastian continued speaking, and when Kurt realised what he was saying about buying more hair product he couldn’t help but give a fond roll of his eyes, smile still on his face. He knew that it probably wouldn’t come to that anyway; as much as he didn’t like to admit it, Kurt did have a tendency to overpack. He liked to call it ‘being prepared’ however, since that sounded somewhat better to his ears.
“Ten minutes? Thank god we live in a city where taxis roam." Kurt asked, his tone laced somewhat with surprise. He knew they had to be making their way soon, but he hadn’t thought it would be that soon. A part of him was thankful that he had thought ahead to do the majority of his packing beforehand, otherwise he suspected that there would have been a lot more rushing around that morning. As Sebastian checked his phone one more time, Kurt quickly gave one final check to make sure that his bag was alright, before hearing Sebastian speaking once more. "I think I’m all good to go, yeah." He replied, moving the bag to an upright position and dragging it behind him by the handle, before turning his attention back to Sebastian once more. Kurt knew that he was excited about his trip, and if he hadn’t of known then the expression on Sebastian’s face would have been a sure way to tell him anyway. "Lead the way then. You have a better idea of where it is that we have to be and by what time. I’ll follow."
Sebastian looked at Kurt's bag and back at his fiance's face. 'That's quite a large bag for a two-night stay. Are you sure you're not overpacking?' Sebastian's face broke in to a grin and he chuckled. 'Wait, who am I kidding? I'm talking to Kurt Hummel. Of course he overpacked.' He took Kurt's bag and his own, always the gentleman, and headed towards the door. 'Alright, Jett, we'll see you in a few days.' He set down the bags to pet his furry friend and then picked him back up. 'Patrick's gonna come over and let him out. Feel free to bite him.' He laughed and walked out the door, locking it behind him.
'Alright, come on. Let's get a taxi.' Sebastian hailed one and put their bags in the trunk, sliding in the backseat next to Kurt and telling the driver Tanner's address. He was super excited for this weekend, and he reached over to grab Kurt's hand and squeeze it. He looked over at him and grinned. 'This weekend is gonna be awesome. We can sneak away at night and use the lake. I have a plan.'
Kurt didn’t really know much of what to expect from the weekend trip that Sebastian and himself were going to be heading out on. The last time he had ever been involved in anything relevant or even like a camping trip had been when he was a very young child, back during the days when it had just been Kurt and his father living together. Once a year, Burt would often dig out the camping equipment that he kept buried in the garage, and the two of them would set off for a few days during the summertime on what he’d often like to tell Kurt was a ‘father and son adventure’. Kurt himself had never been particularly fond of the actual ‘camping out in tents’ side of things — he quite often missed his warm, comfortable bed back at home — but he did however enjoy the other little things that the trips came with, like catching butterflies in his hands whilst his father was busy doing something before letting them fly free again. It had always been nice to just talk during those times too, without having a television on in the background, or without any worry of school for Kurt or work for his father.
Although Kurt didn’t know much more about the current trips plans other than from what he’d heard Sebastian tell him from the emails he’d been receiving, he knew enough to know it was going to be different from what he could remember from those trips when he was a child. For one, there was going to be a cottage that one of Sebastian’s friends owned at the place they were going, so thankfully Kurt wouldn’t have to worry about the actual ‘camping’ side of things, and instead he could focus on the more enjoyable side of it all instead. And there probably would be an array of different things around to do also. He also knew that a lot of the new friends Sebastian had been making over the summer vacation would be meeting up there too, so he was prepared for it to be more of a slightly large group event. Kurt didn’t mind at all. He didn’t really know any of the others if he was honest, and again he only knew from what he heard Sebastian mention about them.
He had eventually finished packing his own bag for the next few days away, quickly shoving the last few things he thought he’d need to bring with him when he heard Sebastian walk into the living room too. He gave a small glance in the others direction to see that he had his own bag with him and that he was quickly checking his laptop again before Kurt moved his attention back to close his own bag up. "Yes,I packed some," He replied after Sebastian had asked about his hair products. "There should be enough there for the next few days, maybe even some left over. As long as you don’t do what you did the last time that you borrowed some and use more than you really need," Kurt paused to quickly finish closing his bag, before finally turning fully around with a small smile on his face. "What are you checking now?" He asked, curious to know if there was anymore news about things.
Sebastian hoped that Kurt and his new friends would get along; that was his main concern right now. However, he was also majorly concerned with the fact that all of their bags had to be lugged in to a taxi and driven over to Tanner's, where him and Kurt would ride with them up to the cottage. It wasn't a long drive, only about 2 hours, and Sebastian had some work that would keep him occupied until then.
Kurt entered the room and Sebastian smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss and appraising his boyfriend's seemingly rustic attire. 'You look hot,' Sebastian said, smiling. 'Alright, I won't use too much. And if I do I will buy you a new one. That's fine.' Sebastian glanced at his phone. 'Oh, nothing. We just have to be to Tanner's in like a ten minutes, which is nice because his place is about a five minute taxi ride from here.' Sebastian locked his phone and put it in his pocket, looking back up at Kurt. 'Shall we go then? I'm rather excited for this.'
August 28, 2005 | Sebastian Comes Out/First Hospital Visit
Mom, Dad. I'm gay.
Four words that Sebastian couldn't say. Four words that were eating him from the inside, festering inside his tainted soul and bleeding out his biting mouth. Four words that could make or break everything that had been building up to this moment. His brother knew it. His friends knew it. Hell, even the staff at the house knew it. But the two people who were supposed to be closest to Sebastian had no idea who he was.
He walked in to the ornate sitting room where his mother lounged on the chaise, drawings spread in front of her and a book in her hand. Sebastian was just 13, but he could remember years before this filled with fascination of his mother and her work. She always seemed to be so engrossed in the task at hand, pouring every fiber of her being in to the sketchbook or the design swatches that she held in her delicate hands. Sebastian was jealous that his mother had so much passion for something and was able to flaunt her gift to the world. Sebastian had yet to find the talent that tugged on his soul, begging to be seen and heard and shouted from mountaintops.
"Hi Mom, where's Dad?" Sebastian's voice had just begun to change, as had other parts of him. He now found himself awakening in the dead of the night, sticky and sweaty after a vivid dream about a man with muscles, a tan, and perfect teeth. He would fall back asleep with a hole in his heart that burned straight through him.
She looked up for her work for a moment, studying her son. "He's in the kitchen, dear. Why?"
Sebastian bit his lip and tugged on it. It was now or never. If he didn't reveal his secret now, he might never do it. He couldn't live with this forever. His parents were liberal. They respected their children's decisions, so why wouldn't they accept something that wasn't even a choice? That was a part of Sebastian's human nature? They had to. "I need to talk to the both of you about...something."
She looked at him tentatively, seeming to hesitate, before nodding. "Alright then," she said, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear, "Richard! Come in here."
Sebastian's father entered the room and immediately the teenager was intimidated. Sebastian's relationship with his father had always been strained, especially in comparison to the ones of his siblings. Patrick was the golden boy who was off to Columbia in the fall to follow in Richard's footsteps. Olivia was 8, sassy, and spoiled. Sebastian was stuck in the middle, and Mr. Smythe found it easier to ignore the 13-year old rather than find a place for him somewhere in the mix. He sat on a chair and Avelaine sat up, her glasses falling to the bridge of her nose. Sebastian awkwardly placed himself on the couch and stared at both of his parents. The flat in Paris was bigger than their flat in London, but still smaller than their countryside estate. Sebastian felt the walls close in on him more than ever in this moment. "Well, son. What is it?" Sebastian's father's authoritative voice filled the room, accentuating the fact that even Richard Smythe had a passion, Law, and Sebastian had yet to find his own. Passion was so important to a 13-year old.
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while. Mom, Dad. I'm..." Sebastian averted his eyes to try to make it easier; it didn't. "I'm gay," he choked out. His ears stopped humming, his throat stopped aching, and his eyes stopped burning. He had finally told them. That was one obstacle down. Only a billion to go. At least he was leaving in just 3 days.
He waited for their reactions patiently, hands crossed in his lap. He looked at his mother first, nearly too afraid to look at his father. She just smiled and nodded. "We love you no matter what, Sebby." She then returned to her work, almost as if she wanted to ignore what would happen next. But even if she ignored it, it would still happen.
Richard Smythe's face wasn't red. His eyes weren't bulging. His lip wasn't quivering. No, instead of looking angry, Richard Smythe looked vengeful. "I see," was all he said before standing and exiting the room. Sebastian exhaled. It could have gone worse. He could have a bloody nose, or a black eye. He was safe. For now.
That night, Sebastian slept better than he ever had. He fell asleep quickly, finding the weight of his best kept secret off of his shoulders. However, his slumber ended around 1:00AM when he heard the sound of feet on hard wood.
The steps had a purpose, and they were heading for Sebastian's room. The door opened and Sebastian hid deeper under his covers, willing himself to disappear. It didn't work. Sebastian would forever be the boy that tried to disappear and just never could.
It started with an angry voice and spiteful words. "How could you do this? No son of mine is some sort of faggot. No son of mine." Sebastian was pulled out of his bed and came face to face with the enemy, the same man who played basketball with his brother and drew pictures with his sister. The man who had been ruining Sebastian's life for 13 years. He slumped on the ground quicker than his father had thrown him, cowering in the shadow of Richard and waiting for the first blow. When it came, Sebastian cried.
He cried until his father began to kick, and then step, and then throw. Once that happened, he lost feeling. It took his constant whimpers and screams to wake up his mother. She rushed in to the room, ashamed at her husbands drunken nature and even more horrified at the state he had left her son in. She couldn't leave the man she loved, and never would, but it still hurt.
Sebastian didn't remember anything until he woke up in the hospital two mornings after. Medical terms that he didn't quite understand swirled in his head. Concussion. No brain damage. Broken rib. Fractured humerus. In two days, he was supposed to be off to boarding school. Instead, he laid in the hospital with broken limbs, a broken heart, and still no passion. He was beginning to lose hope at the mere age of 13.
He was told to tell everyone that he fell off his horse, and he did. He lied to everyone. It was just the beginning of a long string of lies. Sebastian was good at it, at least. He never spoke of it to anyone, especially not his mother. It was a silent memory, so it was like it never happened. But it did. And it singlehandedly ruined Sebastian's life.
[Sebastian finished packing the last of his things and walked in to the living room with his bag in tow. He knew Kurt's duffel would be much larger than his and probably packed to the brim with things that would much exceed the needs of this short trip. He stuffed his iPod and some condoms in to the front pouch of his bag and waited for Kurt to emerge, sitting down and checking his email. There had been countless updates on the state of this trip, and most of his friends were really excited about it. Sebastian was too. He loved having these new friends in addition to the ones he met at school. They were all mostly business or law majors, with the exception of Brian, who was a music major, and Henry, who was a biology major. Their wives or girlfriends, or in Henry's case, boyfriend, were mostly also business woman, with a few differences thrown in to the mix. Sebastian didn't think that him and Kurt would have any problem fitting in. They were a smart, likeable couple with plenty of interests that would be fun to talk about. Sebastian certainly wasn't worried about Kurt. They wouldn't be the only gay couple, which made his heart rest a little better. He knew his friends weren't homophobes, but out of the 7 couples going, he was glad that him and Kurt wouldn't be the only gay couple.] 'Babe? Did you pack up your hair stuff? I might just end up borrowing yours.'
Fine, not that I got in your way in the first place. Keep your unwanted comments to yourself and I won’t say shit to you. I really don’t care enough about you.
And yet you’re the one making stupid high school comments that I’ve heard a bunch of times before. Stay out of my face and quit commenting shit that I post, I didn’t know you back in high school and I’ll be damned if I want to know you now.
How long is it gonna take for you to find some new material and quit boring me with your constant needs to try and belittle me? Your opinion is irrelevant. Go fuck whatever skank you’re paying to get you off and leave me the hell alone.
Whatever skank I'm paying?! How dare you. I'm fucking engaged, which is more than you can say. I got over my reckless high school years. Don't you think it's time you got over yours?
I haven’t been there that long and I still have the other club but it’s still gonna make things super fucking tight with my bills. I guess I’ll be looking for something else or calling that one dude up about his recording studio. I’m pretty sure he just wants to tap all of this but if it’s more - then it could be something good for me. Anyway, I gotta see some people and eat some food.
Well, I suppose now would be the perfect time to start packing a small suitcase for this little trip then! I’ll search through some things when I get home, but hopefully it shouldn’t take as long as when I usually pack a suitcase. Hopefully.
Camping weekend? Sounds like the sort of thing my Dad used to like doing when I was younger — only there were no large cottages with his plan and only these small, cramped tents he kept in the garage — tents I think he stillhas knowing him. But it could be fun, I guess, so sure. What day would we be leaving?
Yeah, it should be fun. There's four or five other couples going, and one of them is another gay couple so I think we'll fit in fine. Saturday, coming back Monday.
Funny, I was thinking more January 18th, actually. I mean a Prince isalways fabulous, and have you seen my wardrobe recently?
Oh? What sort of thing is this that we’ve been invited to? I’m happy to go, sure. I have the weekend off, and now I’m curious about this cottage that you’ve mentioned.
Summer looks good on you, Kurt. I have to admit. I like the whole less layers thing.
It's like a camping weekend. One of the guys has a huge cottage out on this lake upstate, and they have an extra room. There's sports, fishing, food, drinks.
Oh please. Even you can’t deny that the pictures of him that were released were adorable. It’s exciting news! I’d say not everyday is a Prince born — but then again thinking about it there are a lot of babies born each and every day, so my point may be just a little bit mute. Slightly.
November 8th was certainly a day that a prince was born, don't you agree? Kidding. Hey, I got invited to this thing with some of the new people that I met through the club that I've been playing tennis at. They asked if me and my fiance wanted to come up to this cottage for the weekend upstate. Wanna go?
I have to have contacted my professor back by August 20th, otherwise if they don’t hear anything after that both placements get opened up to another student. The placements themselves aren’t until mid-October time so there’s still a few months to go, but they just want to make sure that everyone has enough time to prepare and sort through things, and to get everything booked and organised in time I would guess.
No I don’t. In fact, I think I only speak the truth. Any date with you is a perfect one in my opinion. That, and it’s been really hot this past week, so I was always going to say yes to getting ice cream with you.
Okay, well that gives us some time then. I think that you and I are going to have to sit down like the adults that we are and talk about this thoroughly. It's ultimately going to be your decision, naturally, but I know that you won't be able to sleep with a good conscience if I'm not involved.
You're sweet. But I always have fun with you as well. Duh. I wouldn't be with you if we weren't having fun.
Okay. I guess it makes sense not focusing too much about it for the time being — that way at least it won’t drive us both crazy — but I’m not ignoring it completely. Avoiding anytalk about the subject probably isn’t the best idea; but I won’t bring it up again until I’ve made the phone call.
As if I could ever say no to you, ice cream and a great show. They do happen to be three of my favourite things after all, and combined — well that’s even better. How you always have perfect date ideas for us will always be a mystery to me, but it’s also just one of the many things that I love about you.
When do you need to make a decision by? I'm not trying to rush you or anything but...I'm just curious, really. That way I'll know when we need to talk about it again. And when are both of the internships?
It's not a perfect date, it's just something that came up that I thought would be fun. You give me a lot more credit than I deserve sometimes, mister.
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